I, who tortured the readers, was knocked to the ground by them!

Chapter 42 A complete defeat

"Bet?" Hane Shion frowned slightly and asked Sakurai Itsuki.

"We'll go to the club this afternoon and hand in the performance script. If we don't interfere with others, and my script is used, I'll win."

Seeing that Hane Shion was unwilling to admit defeat, Sakurai Itsuki told her the content of the bet.

"Then? What about the bet?" asked Hanase Shion.

"The loser has to promise the other one something."

Sakura Itsuki said, his mind working on a plan.

Although they both said before that they didn't want to deal with each other, they have now joined the same club.

It is obviously not possible to completely avoid contact and become strangers.

Therefore, Sakurai Itsuki wanted to dampen her enthusiasm, otherwise, if she kept standing opposite him, it would make it difficult for him to get along in the club.

"Are you okay with your brain?"

Hane Shion showed disgust on her face. As an illustrator of heavy-mouthed comics, she subconsciously thought of some not-so-good content.

In the book, a beautiful young lady like her would face a bet where she would be asked to do something by someone she disliked if she lost.
The general outcome is always tragic.

Either they are tamed by the people they hate, or they are completely ruined.
Of course, Sakurai Itsuki had no idea what terrible things his words made Hanase Shion imagine.

In his perspective, Hane Shion is still a spoiled child who is even more honest and simple than Sato Wakaba.

Sakurai Itsuki continued, "As expected, you say I can't do it, but you're still afraid in your heart, right? Because you know that your level is not as good as mine."

"Huh? Okay, I hope you don't regret it!"

When Sakurai Itsuki mentioned this, Hanase Shion's face suddenly darkened.

Even though she knew that this was just a common way for Sakurai Itsuki to provoke her, she still agreed.

She felt a little guilty, but after thinking about it carefully, she still didn't think that a performance script produced by a novice in less than a day could meet everyone's expectations.

And facing such an arrogant Sakurai Itsuki, she didn't want to admit defeat at all.

"OK, we agreed. Don't be a jerk." Sakurai smiled confidently.
Hane Shion snorted coldly, turned around and walked away quickly with resentful steps.

in the afternoon.

The sky has been clear every time school is over lately.

Sakurai Itsuki, a member of the club who returns home all year round, also has club activities to participate in.

But compared to those young men who were sweating on the playground and dreaming of Koshien, his club activities seemed a little less passionate.

A group of three walked out of the school gate and headed towards the club's studio.

However, compared to saying there were three people in one row, it would be more accurate to say there were two rows of people.

Hane Shion deliberately kept a distance from Sakurai Itsuki.

Rather than being fellow travelers, it’s more like strangers who have the same starting point, time, and destination, and thus take a similar route.

At first, Sato Wakaba stayed close to Sakurai Itsuki and talked about various topics.

Later, perhaps because he didn't want Hane Shion to appear lonely, he went over and started talking to her.

Hane Shion responded calmly and politely to Sato Wakaba's questions one after another.

But she still didn't intend to move even a little closer to Sakurai Itsuki.

So, Sakurai Itsuki became the one who was left alone.

However, he didn't care about these things. Instead, he enjoyed a rare moment of peace and quiet.

New Dimension Society’s workplace is not far from the school, and it only takes less than 20 minutes by train.

The predecessor of this club is the current president, Yuuki Tsukimune, who founded the club at the instigation of Hase Hatsuna.

At first, most of the members were students from nearby middle schools.

Therefore, when setting up the studio, we deliberately chose a location close to the school.

Of course, according to members of the community, there were actually better locations to choose from.

However, they chose to compromise under the strong suggestion of Hase Hatsuna, because the distance was too far and she could easily get lost.

The three of them walked into the dark and narrow alley and went upstairs.

"Hey, you're here! Come to think of it, it's rare for everyone on Monday to get together like this." President Yuuki Tsukimeng tiptoed out of the cabinet to get cups and poured tea for the three people.

Almost all the people who were in the studio last Saturday are now here.

"I've been so idle lately that it's unsettling. There's nothing to do." Kojima Haruna sighed, looking up.

"Just study hard and don't fail the exam again." Shinichi Kojima, a twin, is always bickering with his sister.

Hina Goto, who suffers from severe social anxiety, mustered up the courage to take the initiative to greet the three new members.

After receiving polite responses from the three people, she retreated to the corner of the room with a sense of accomplishment.

"However, I think everyone's main purpose is to see what it's like to complete the performance script so quickly, Sakurai-kun?"

Hase Hatsuna immediately revealed everyone's thoughts.

She was not wearing any strange clothes today. After class in the morning, she was still wearing the teacher's standard black stockings, high heels and a small suit, and her black-framed glasses, lying on the table like a pile of mud.

It is totally unimaginable that at the morning meeting this week, she, as the class teacher and health and physical education teacher, was still repeatedly emphasizing the importance of healthy sitting posture.

"Indeed, it's going so fast. I'm really looking forward to it. Starting from choosing the scene, it usually takes me three or four days to complete the first draft, and then I have to make revisions afterwards."

Shinichi Kojima, who has been in charge of writing the script for the performance, sighed.

It's not just Hanase Shion, Sakurai Itsuki's rival, who is concerned.

When the other members heard that Sakurai Itsuki had finished the script so quickly by himself, they were all very curious about the quality of the script.

"Oh, so it takes so long?"

At this time, Sato Wakaba, the only person present who knew nothing about this, covered her mouth in surprise.

"Ah, but if inspiration strikes, it might be a lot faster, but no matter what, Sakurai-kun's speed is terrifying."

Shinichi Kojima said.

Even for those experienced animation directors in the industry, it would be difficult to complete a task so quickly if they suddenly took on a job without any preparation.

After listening to what Shinichi Kojima said, Sato Wakaba realized why Hane Shion walked away quickly with a gloomy face after she said that in the morning.

Didn't what I said this morning sound like a deliberate mockery of her?

Sato Wakaba was sweating and turned her head quietly to look at Hanase Shion beside her.

Hane Shion had a blank expression on her face and didn't care about Sato Wakaba. Her gaze was now slightly glancing in the direction of Sakurai Itsuki, her mind full of the bet they had made that morning.

In addition to being as curious as everyone else, she couldn't help but feel her heart beating faster and she became nervous.

However, she was still comforting herself in her heart at this moment.

It’s nothing. No matter how good he is, it only took him one day. It’s impossible for him to draw a good performance script!
"Then let's get started. Please give me your guidance."

Sakurai Itsuki stopped talking nonsense and posted his work in the Line group, and used a projector to project it on the club's whiteboard to facilitate everyone's discussion and revision.

Sakurai Itsuki just uploaded the file now.

The moment the upload was successful, Hane Shion, who had already taken out her mobile phone, clicked on it almost instantly.

She wanted to see what that guy was like!
Then, looking at the clear and concise performance script, my heart, which had been beating rapidly, seemed to stop beating for a moment.

At this moment, Sato Wakaba, who had already read the script storyboard, was still whispering in Sakurai Itsuki's ear, complaining why she didn't remind him in the morning.

But soon, exclamations interrupted her whisper.

"real or fake?"

"Hey! That's amazing."

"Are you really a newcomer? This is too much!"

Everyone hadn't finished reading the script yet, but just the first few pages made them exclaim in surprise.

Where is the trace of a newcomer here?
"Oh, I read some related stuff when I have nothing to do. It's a hobby, right?"

As Sakurai Itsuki spoke, he turned his head and looked at Hanase Shion.

She was looking at the script in silence, her fingers sliding across her phone. The more she looked, the more she felt like she had fallen into an ice cellar and couldn't breathe.

She lost, completely.

(End of this chapter)