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

Chapter 61: Ordinary Hot-blooded Youth Comic: "Flame Fist"

"Hiss! I said you're laughing so happily! What do you mean by taking the magazine off next week? Do you have something urgent to do?"

As soon as he returned home, Sakurai Itsuki was questioned by Sato Wakaba.

Her "I'm not going to talk to you anymore" never lasts more than ten minutes.

Sato Wakaba had just returned home. She took off her shoes and jumped onto the sofa to relax. Then she looked back and saw Sakurai Itsuki's smile getting brighter and brighter, which felt a little abnormal.

So he frowned and quickly took out his cell phone.

As she expected, Sakurai Itsuki started his evil performance again.

"I'm just kidding. Don't you think that if I tell everyone that the show is on hiatus and then suddenly update it next week, everyone will be very happy and surprised?" Sakurai Itsuki explained.

"Haha, then I opened your latest chapter with a look of surprise, then exited with a gloomy face, and began to regret clicking on this chapter."

Now Sato Wakaba is doing some of the detailed work on the Flame Fist.

Of course she knew what was going to happen in the next chapter.

If you clicked on that chapter with a look of surprise, then your joy today would probably come to an abrupt end.

"Yeah, don't you think it's interesting?" Sakurai Itsuki said.

"You are a perverted guy!" Sato Wakaba cursed.

"What's wrong with being a pervert? What's wrong with a man being a pervert?" Sakurai Itsuki was too lazy to argue and just accepted it as a matter of course.

"Oh~ No, I have to lock my shoes in the shoe cabinet!" said Sato Wakaba.

Sakurai Itsuki shook his head and sighed, "I'm not that interested in you. If I were that interested in you, you would have been finished long ago."

Sato Wakaba's face suddenly turned cold when she heard this. "Then who are you interested in? Shion? Haha, you said before that you had no interest in her at all."

".Why is your logic so weird today? I told you I don't have that kind of perverted interest, but you're still not happy. Do you want me to hold your feet and smell them to make you happy?"

Sakurai Itsuki asked, and the topic always turned to Hanase Shion, or her childhood sweetheart whom she had never met.

"Strange? Hmph, it's just that your tweet just now irritated me. I'm just this kind of troublesome and awkward girl! You only found out on the first day? I'm going upstairs to take a shower."

Sato Wakaba snorted coldly, then ran away feeling inexplicably guilty.

But when she reached the stairs, she still didn't forget her formula process.

"By the way, good night, you perverted bastard! It's such bad luck to be your reader! Omitted!"

She turned and said good night in a very unfriendly manner, then, as usual, pulled down her eyelids with her fingers, stuck out her tongue at him, and made faces.

Seeing that everything was going as usual, Sakurai Itsuki was no longer worried.

However, I still need to be prepared for breakfast tomorrow and let her eat her portion first.
Afterwards, a message from Shinkawa Aimei also came immediately, asking about his post about "hiatus".

After Sakurai Itsuki explained the reason to her, Shinkawa Ai twitched her lips and said that most of the so-called geniuses are indeed freaks with strange interests.

Although it is speechless, Sakurai Itsuki's abstract behavior can still cause some discussion to a certain extent.

So Shinkawa Aimi indulged Sakurai Tree's behavior
Time flew by and it was the day when the results of the competition were officially announced. At the same time, the single volume of "Flame Fist" 123, which had been shipped to various bookstores in advance, was also put on the shelves.

The electronic version of "Goodbye Eri." is now available on Jump+, announcing the official launch of the single volume project and the start of pre-sales.

The big screens on the streets of Shibuya also started to play advertisements for the single volume of "Flame Fist" by the talented new manga artist Haruki Nagayama.

On this day, whether it is video websites, SNS, Twitter, or other forums.

Whenever there is a streaming media that involves comics, the name Haruki Nagayama is almost always on the headlines.

With Jump's top-level resource promotion and the extremely high quality of "Flame Fist" itself, the name Haruki Nagayama is rising to fame.

Compared to these bustling cities, there is a private room in an Internet cafe in Tokyo that couldn't be more ordinary.

"Oh, I'm so tired. I can't even defeat him in a gun fight." Kumaichi Sakamoto, a corporate slave, is fighting hard with his good friend Daichi Murakuchi in an Internet cafe during his rare long vacation.

"That's normal. You're thirty years old, and it's been a while since you last played."

"Ah, why are Daigo Umehara and that kid from China still so good at playing games even though they're in their thirties? I just can't do that."

Kumaichi Sakamoto couldn't help but sigh, thinking back to when he was a pretty good expert at all kinds of games, but now he gets beaten so badly no matter what he plays.

"Every day you're either working overtime, drinking with your boss, or arguing with your girlfriend. How can you still be so nice to a 17 or 18-year-old boy? That's a miracle."

Village Dazhi mocked his bad friend.

"Correction, it's not girlfriend, it's fiancée."

Having said that, Kumaichi Sakamoto finally straightened his back in front of his single brothers.

"Although it's a bit harsh to say this before your wedding, are you really happy? You guys always quarrel every day, right?"

Village Dazhi asked his good friend.

"We're all grown up, why bother talking about likes and dislikes? Just get on with life. Okay, let's stop talking about these depressing topics. Today is my last bachelor party before I enter the graveyard of marriage!"

Kumaichi Sakamoto did not intend to discuss this topic.

Today is a rare opportunity to escape from the shitty reality, so I should have a good party with my brothers one last time.

“But I also feel a little tired of playing games.”

"Hey, wait, I have an idea."

Soon, Kumaichi Sakamoto brought a large pile of comics to Daichi Komura.

In addition to playing computer games, a major feature of Japanese Internet cafes is that you can borrow comics for free.

"You're taking wedding photos tomorrow, and you're still reading a shonen manga like Jump? Seriously?"

"Men are young until they die! What's wrong with being young again before marriage completely kills them?"

Kumaichi Sakamoto didn't care about his friend's ridicule.

"You are an adult, so even if you want to read comics, you should read those with some adult elements, right? It's just right that you are aroused after reading them, so you can go back and have some passion before your wedding." Omura Daichi joked.

"That kind of thing isn't even a reward for me anymore," Sakamoto said. "Why don't you just read some Jump comics to relax? I got you a copy, too. I saw in the author's note that it's a healing story!"

"Ah, I'm already at the age where I can't empathize with Jump comics!" Daichi Komura reluctantly took the comics.

"Flame Fist, doesn't this title just look like one of those ordinary hot-blooded manga where you can guess where the story is headed? Where's the healing aspect of this kind of story?"

"Alright, alright. Let's just reminisce about the time when we read boys' comics together."

Kumaichi Sakamoto said that compared to reading comic stories, he wanted to reminisce about his lost youth more.

"Since you mentioned that, I'm tired of playing games anyway, so let's just relax."

Two thirty-year-old adults opened "Flame Fist" with the purpose of relaxing.

Two hours later.

"Give me a cigarette."

"Didn't you quit smoking?"

"Breathe slowly."

Two middle-aged men, whose age was far beyond the age of those who could empathize with each other by reading the Jump comics, leaned on the railing of the smoking area, puffing out cigarettes with frowns on their faces.

(End of this chapter)