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

Chapter 43 It turns out that what he said was true

"That's amazing! Is it possible to achieve this level of skill as a hobby? You're a genius!"

As the president, Yuuki Tsukimeng slammed the table in surprise.

"Please, please don't just finish a project and leave. Please stay with us. Ms. Hase can do anything!"

Hase Hatsuna, who was nodding her head while looking at the script, was suddenly startled.

"Eh? You're just going to sell me out like that? He's a genius, sure, but, but I might be a genius too."

No one paid any attention to Hase Hatsuna's explanation of her own value.

Everyone else's focus was now on the excellent performance script.

"I feel like his level is above mine!" Shinichi Kojima couldn't help but sigh.

"What do you mean by feeling? It's obvious."

Kojima Haruna never hesitates to take the opportunity to attack her brother.

However, this time, Shinichi Kojima fully accepted his sister's sharp comments.

This script is extremely professional, both from a design perspective and in terms of necessary scene analysis. It is so sophisticated that it looks like a textbook.

"Are you actually a professional in the industry, deliberately coming here to play the pig and eat the tiger for fun?"

After reading the script, Hase Hatsuna narrowed her eyes and looked at Sakurai Itsuki with a strange look.

This level is totally unrelated to that of a newcomer.

Sakurai Itsuki was suddenly shocked and was about to open her mouth to explain, but Yuuki Yuemeng punched her on the head extremely roughly.

"You're crazy. Sakurai-kun is only seventeen. How can there be seventeen-year-old professionals in the industry? Are they all like you, hiring child laborers?"

"Ah, that's true, hehe."

After being punched, Hase Hatsuna covered her head and smiled foolishly. It was hard to imagine that they were once teacher and student.

Everyone in the studio became excited after reading the script.

They originally thought that Sakurai Itsuki was just talking nonsense last Saturday, but now it seems.

Sakurai Itsuki is still too low-key.

If I could have reached this level when I was seventeen, I really don’t know how crazy I would be.

Everyone praised Sakurai Itsuki endlessly.

Even Goto Hina, who suffers from severe social anxiety, stammered out a positive review of "very, very good, awesome, awesome."

However, amid the praises, there were three people who remained silent.

One is Sakurai Itsuki himself who accepted the praise.

The other one was Sato Wakaba, who seemed to have anticipated this scene a long time ago. Although she was an outsider, she knew that this was Haruki Nagayama.

It would be strange if he was not a brilliant man.

The last person who remained silent was Hanase Shion, who considered Sakurai Itsuki a short-term competitor and made a bet with her.

Compared to the surprised everyone.

She finally felt clearly again that the joys and sorrows of people are not the same.

The noise of the crowd seemed so cold and harsh to her ears.

She originally thought that the last time Sakurai Itsuki slapped her in the face in art class was probably the most embarrassing moment in her life.

But now she felt even more embarrassed than last time.

It wasn't just that he lost the bet with Sakurai Itsuki.

More importantly, she now clearly realized it.

He was telling the truth, I am just not as good as him.
Not only was she not as good as him, she even felt that there was an insurmountable gap between her and Sakurai Itsuki.

I'm so ashamed to treat him as my opponent.
I recalled myself mocking Sakurai Itsuki for being an amateur last Saturday.

Hanase Shion had never felt so ridiculous.

"Everyone, do you have any comments?"

Sakurai Itsuki asked for advice, ready to triumphantly win the bet, but when he turned around, he saw Hanase Shion holding her phone, her hands shaking slightly.

Have I gone a little too far?

"I have no objection."

"We'll adjust the specific details during production. There's absolutely nothing to fault with it right now."

Everyone applauded Sakurai Itsuki's script and has begun planning the subsequent production based on it.

Everyone was chatting enthusiastically.

At this time, Hase Hatsuna turned around and found Hane Shion who had been silent the whole time. Then she asked, "Should we wait for Hane-san to make another version so we can compare it?"

Everyone then remembered that the two of them had been at loggerheads last Saturday, agreeing to choose the better version between the two.

Because Hanase Shion had not yet finished and Sakurai Itsuki's script was so good, everyone was so happy that they almost forgot about it.

The lively atmosphere suddenly subsided.

As fellow creators, they all understand the feeling of despair and powerlessness when they discover that their competitors are much stronger than themselves.

Sensing the change in the atmosphere, Hanase Shion pursed her lips slightly, took a deep breath, and said, "No need, let's use this." After a pause, she continued in a slightly trembling voice, "I can't draw a script of this quality either."

Since the usable scripts have already been drawn, she certainly cannot delay everyone's progress and time, and she cannot accept this kind of charity and care.

Moreover, although she was extremely reluctant and didn't want to face it, she had to admit it when she looked at the script in her hand.

She really can't draw such a good script.

That's the truth.

A despairing fact.

The atmosphere fell into silence as Hanase Shion pretended to be calm.

Sensing the change in atmosphere, Hane Shion felt even more suffocated and unable to breathe due to the loss in her heart.

She doesn't want this kind of sympathetic care.

She continued to speak while trying to remain calm.

"I don't have any opinions on this script, it's pretty good. I have things to do and I'm about to leave. If you have any work that needs to be assigned to me, just tell me on Line. I'll do my best to complete it later."

After she finished speaking, she stood up and said goodbye to everyone with her head slightly lowered.

Hase Hatsuna stood up and tried to stop Hane Shion, who was obviously in a bad mood.

But Hanase Shion pleaded with a stern face, "I'm sorry, can you allow me to leave early today? Please."

I can hardly hold it in any longer.
If you don’t leave again.

Hanase Shion's nose felt sore, but she didn't want to cry so weakly in front of everyone.
Faced with Hanase Shion's request, Hase Hatsuna didn't know what to say for a moment, so she just nodded and said, "Then be careful and let me know when you get home."

"Well, goodbye." Hane Shion bowed politely to everyone, then turned around and walked out quickly.

"It's over. I'm going to be beaten by her sister again."

In the end, Hase Hatsuna let her go and covered her head with her hands.

If I had known this earlier, I wouldn't have let them draw a version individually. Who knew Sakurai Itsuki's level would be so exaggerated.

It was so exaggerated that his competitors were easily defeated at a glance.

After Hane Shion walked out of the door and ran downstairs quickly, her vision became uncontrollably blurred.

I can't hold it in any longer.

Why? Why is this happening?

She leaned against the wall of the alley and slowly squatted down.

Tears flowed uncontrollably from my eyes.

Before he was about to go to Tokyo, he boasted to his sister so confidently and made promises.

But now she hasn't accomplished anything and has made a fool of herself in front of others.

I have been mocking Sakurai Itsuki for being a frustrated loser.

It turned out that his speech was completely correct from the beginning.

I am the fool who thought he could become a cartoonist. My level is not even as good as his. I am a loser.

I was just angry because these truths were harsh.

In the end, I was the clown who deceived myself.
"Your skirt has fallen to the ground, aren't you afraid of getting it dirty?"

Suddenly a voice came to my ear.

Hane Shion raised her head, and the face that always annoyed her recently appeared in her hazy vision.

Sakurai Itsuki hesitated for a while, but finally followed out.

At this moment, looking at the eldest lady who usually looks like an iceberg, with her black hair loose, she curled up in the corner of the alley, crying with her eyes red.

This beast also felt a rare sense of guilt in his heart.

He was just being naughty and bullying her too much.

After all, she is still an underage girl.

Not everyone can be as heartless as that golden retriever.

After seeing clearly that the person coming was Sakurai Itsuki, Hane Shion immediately turned her head away stubbornly and looked in a completely different direction from Sakurai Itsuki.

"What do you care about? Get out of here!"

She scolded with a crying voice.

"Okay, if you don't want me to take care of it, I'll let other people in the club take care of you." Sakurai Jize saw through the reason why she ran away at a glance.

She is a very strong-willed person at heart, otherwise she wouldn't be so easily provoked into making a bet with Sakurai Itsuki.

"You're really annoying!"

Hane Shion finally turned her head back and glared at Sakurai Itsuki with red eyes.

"Do you need some paper? Your nose is full of blisters from crying." Sakurai Itsuki asked.

　This paragraph is written rather roughly and I am a bit lost in the flow. I will probably revise it once I find the feeling later.

　　QAQ.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)