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

Chapter 56 Do you really have a childhood sweetheart?
"You know what? They say the speed is five centimeters per second."

In the picture, a boy and a girl are walking on a tree-lined path after school.

The girl with a schoolbag on her back looked up at the blooming cherry trees on both sides of the path and suddenly asked the boy.

"Huh? What?" The boy was stunned.

"Cherry blossoms fall at a speed of five centimeters per second."

The girl revealed the answer.

The two of them always liked to exchange the knowledge they learned from textbooks and TV with each other on the way home from school.

"Miri, you know so much!"

"Look, doesn't it look like snow?"

The girl holding a parasol ran forward with brisk steps.

"Wait for me."

The boy also ran and chased after him.

The two ran across a stretch of tram tracks.

Just as the boy was about to catch up with the girl, the guardrails on both sides of the tram track suddenly dropped down, blocking the boy.

Mingli stood on the other side of the tram tracks, opened the sunshade fan, and smiled brightly.

As gorgeous as cherry blossoms in spring.

"It would be nice if I could see the cherry blossoms with Takaki next year."

Then a tram passed by and blocked the two men.

Sato Wakaba still sat quietly beside him, lying on the table beside her, watching him paint quietly.

What a romantic and beautiful story!

Sato Wakaba couldn't help but sigh like this.

But when I think about the fact that the author is Sakurai Itsuki, I always feel worried.

Worrying about whether the train will suddenly derail and hit people to pieces.
However, it seemed that what Sato Wakaba was worried about did not happen.

It seems that what he said about the guarantee that no one would die in this work was true.

That means he has finally turned over a new leaf and is planning to draw a sweet and romantic story!
Sato Wakaba turned her head and glanced at Sakurai Itsuki's profile again, her eyes wide open in anticipation.

"What, transfer schools?" Guishu held up the phone with a surprised look on his face.

"I'm sorry," Mingli's sobbing voice came from the other end of the phone.

"What about Xizhong? I finally got in."

The two have agreed to go to the same junior high school and continue their current life.

They seemed to have gotten used to having each other's company in life and to looking forward to meeting each other next time.

Even though some annoying classmates would childishly write Takaki and Akari's names on the blackboard and draw hearts to tease them, they still agreed to be together.
However, the two of them have not yet fulfilled their promise to enjoy the cherry blossoms together next year.

Mingli was forced to transfer schools because of her father's job transfer.

"They said they've already completed the transfer procedures for the public junior high school there." Mingli apologized for breaking the agreement. "I'm sorry."

Feeling his mind go blank, Takaki was silent for a long time, then said, "You don't have to apologize."

"I told them I could stay with relatives, but they said I was too young and couldn't, sorry."

Mingli's continuous crying could be heard from the other end of the phone.

Guishu just listened silently and finally hung up the phone.

"That's almost it, that's it."

Before I knew it, it was almost evening.

Sakurai Itsuki also finished his work. Although it was only half an episode, the workload was already quite astonishing.

Because Sakurai Itsuki was drawing the original manuscript directly today, he skipped the step of drawing the storyboard.

After all, he drew the storyboards only to follow the necessary serialization process at Jump, and generally, the manuscripts were submitted directly to the editor at the beginning, so as a cheater, Sakurai Itsuki would save as much as possible.

After deciding on the comic's layout, I started drawing the original artwork.

Of course, there is another reason. Now he has an audience watching, which can be regarded as taking her feelings into consideration.

Sakurai Itsuki twisted his neck and turned to look at Sato Wakaba who had been staring at him quietly for several hours.

At this moment, she was glaring at him fiercely with her sapphire eyes. "Why are you glaring at me? I made an exception and drew the original painting just for you." Sakurai Itsuki asked. "What are you unhappy about again?"

"I thought you had really changed your ways and would paint a romantic story."

What made Sato Wakaba pout and complain was obviously the plot of the comics.

She had just been immersed in the beautiful childhood sweetheart relationship between Akari and Takaki.

As a result, the next two pages were split so violently by this guy.

This guy is really untrustworthy!

"I've always been drawing stories well. If you feel you can't do it, you can do it." Sakurai Itsuki handed the paintbrush to Sato Wakaba's face.

"Forget it then." Sato Wakaba's voice suddenly weakened. "Then tell me, will Akari and Takaki meet again?"

"Of course," Sakurai Itsuki replied in the affirmative, "and I will try to make the scene as romantic as possible."

"Really? There won't be any surprises?"

"No, there won't be anything special about the story this time." Sakurai Itsuki answered.

Sato Wakaba's eyes lit up immediately when she heard this. She had had enough of the torture of "Flame Fist" and the confusion of "Goodbye Eri."

Since there is no special development, the hero and heroine will still have a romantic reunion.
Then this must be a story about two people who are separated by two places, but they always miss each other in their hearts, and finally meet again after going through untold hardships, right?

Although it is a bit old-fashioned, Sakurai Itsuki once said that being old-fashioned is not a disadvantage. A good cartoonist can make you unable to help but read on even if you can guess the general direction of the story.

Haruki Nagayama can definitely do it.

If this is really the story, then I don't have to suffer from him anymore!

"There really really really won't be a touch of fantasy in the real story this time, right?" Sato Wakaba was still worried and confirmed it again and again.

"I've already told you this is a very simple and realistic story. How many more times do I have to tell you?"

Sakurai Jushin said, "Among the two-dimensional works on the theme of love, is there any work closer to reality than this?"

"That's really great! I'm looking forward to it!"

After confirming with Sakurai Itsuki again and again, there will be no cannibalism, vampires, or explosions this time.

Sato Wakaba finally felt relieved and looked forward to the subsequent story.

"But it's not very realistic, is it? It feels like the childhood sweetheart relationship from 'The Fault in Our Stars', which you wouldn't normally encounter in real life."

Sato Wakaba obviously misunderstood the tone of the story, thinking that Sakurai Itsuki was going to draw a sweet story like a heart-pounding one.

And stories like that do seem a bit sci-fi in real life.

Why science fiction?
Of course, it is because in real life, there is never a shortage of childhood sweethearts, but there is a shortage of those who can eventually become the happy one.

What Sakurai Itsuki has always emphasized in this story is "reality".

However, looking at Sato Wakaba's longing expression, Sakurai Itsuki had no intention of bursting her fantasy now.

Otherwise, dinner tonight might be terrible.

"It's almost time. I'm going to go make dinner. Since you worked so hard to draw a new comic for me, I'll make your favorite Chinese food today!"

Sato Wakaba was in a very good mood. She clapped her hands and stood up. Suddenly she thought of something and turned around to ask.

"Ashu, you said this is a real story. Do you also have a childhood sweetheart who lives apart from you?"

Sakurai Itsuki searched the memories of this life and vaguely saw a vague figure, "Ah, it seems to be there."

"Ah? You really have a childhood sweetheart?" Sato Wakaba opened her mouth in surprise.

"But we've lost contact. I can't even remember what she looks like. I probably won't see her again in this life."

Sakurai Itsuki said that it was before he awakened his memories of his past life, which had already happened eight or nine years ago.

Upon hearing this, Sato Wakaba folded her arms, looked at the comic on the computer screen, then looked at Sakurai Itsuki, and tilted her face back slightly: "Oh, so that's it?"

after an hour.

"Eat it! This is my carefully prepared strawberry mapo tofu! It even has caviar in it."

"Didn't you buy any strawberries?"

"So, I used strawberry jam instead~ I'm smart, right? No need to waste it! Ah, I'm really curious. What expression would your current childhood sweetheart have if she knew you were having dinner with a beautiful girl?"

Sakurai Itsuki twitched his lips, hesitated slightly, and then picked up the chopsticks.

Now he finally understood why Italians hated pineapple pizza so much.

(End of this chapter)