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

Chapter 66: Dirty Words After a Long Abandonment
"I, I haven't thought about it yet. Let's talk about it later."

After a long pause, Hanase Shion stammered.

She hesitated for a long time, but still felt that she just wanted him to draw comics with her, and it was really hard to say such words.

"Anyway, I've been waiting for that Sato Wakaba guy to finish rehearsing at school lately. So why don't you tell me about your hard work?"

During the brief silence just now, Sakurai Itsuki pondered for a while.

Hane Shion's series of awkward behaviors are probably the result of her desire to express herself.

She has always wanted to share and discuss comics with others, but she has never found anyone around to communicate with.

You've been holding it in for so long, and now that you have someone to communicate with, that's why you want to discuss and share with her so much, right?
Sakurai Itsuki felt that since she wanted to help him and he was free, he nodded and prepared to "ask for advice" from her.

"Huh, you're not interested, are you? So you're actually a tsundere character. Oh, what a hassle!"

When Hane Shion heard this, it was as if a switch was turned on and she immediately became happy.

Even the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised slightly.

"Really? Actually, I just thought you really wanted to talk about comics with someone, so I just gave in to you."

Sakurai Itsuki, who was framed as a tsundere by Hane Shion, immediately proved his straightforwardness with rebelliousness.

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After listening to what Sakurai Itsuki said, Hanase Shion finally realized why she took the initiative to help Sakurai Itsuki.
A sense of loss suddenly emerged in my heart.

"Okay, besides that, I'm also kind of curious about what you talked about."

Seeing Hane Shion falling into silence again, Sakurai Itsuki finally softened and gave her a way out.

"Ah."

Hane Shion responded, but still couldn't get over her loss.

When I first came to Tokyo, I made a bold statement that I would make 100 true friends and proudly tell everyone about my dream of becoming a cartoonist.

But up to now, the only person around me who can share those topics with me is Sakurai Itsuki.

And maybe he doesn't want to listen to what I have to say, he is just trying to please me gently.
"Actually, I think you could be a little bolder in discussing this topic with the people around you. Our school might have a different atmosphere from your school for young ladies in Kyoto. Aren't all the seniors in the club from this school?"

Sakurai Itsuki rarely spoke up and made suggestions.

I don't want to reveal my name because I have already officially debuted, and my comics and online behavior are a bit annoying.

It's not like Hane Shion has drawn anything shameful. As for if she really debuted in high school, if she's afraid of the trouble, can't she just change her identity?

“But what if people laugh at me?”

Hanase Shion said this with her head lowered.

"Are you stupid? A high school student who placed sixth in the United Newcomer Awards, isn't it reasonable for you to say you want to be a manga artist? Even though your work isn't serialized, you've received royalties, right? Who would laugh at you?"

Sakurai Itsuki felt that the burden of being a young lady on Hane Shion was so heavy that it was frightening.

Why would you care so much about and worry about what others think of you?
However, upon hearing this, Hane Shion stretched out her slender finger and pointed at Sakurai Itsuki's nose.

He was obviously one of the perpetrators.

"Well, I'm different. I'm the only one in this school who has the right to laugh at you. And I don't mean to laugh at you. I just think it's fun to tease you."

Sakurai Itsuki explained rather awkwardly.

Upon hearing this, Hane Shion pursed her lips and glared at Sakurai Itsuki fiercely.

What does it mean to amuse yourself?

But, having said that, he doesn't really think I'm that bad, right?

Amidst the loss, there emerged a burst of secret joy.

"If you think there may not be so many professionals in real life, but there are so many painters on the Internet, aren't there?" Sakurai Itsuki proposed another solution.

This directly touched upon the worries that had been bothering Hanase Shion.

"Well, that won't work. People's comments online are pretty terrible. What if we talk about terrible things and then meet in person later?"

As Hane Shion spoke quickly, she couldn't help but think of the problem that had been bothering her for almost a month and she still had no solution.

"It's actually quite normal to say some outrageous things online, especially among artists. Don't take it too seriously. They're just going crazy in the virtual world to release stress. Just treat it as a joke."

Sakurai Itsuki was also a painter in his previous life, so of course he knows this group very well.

When those people post online, they often say things like "Look at you", "I want XXX to step on me to death", "I'm calling you" and other outrageous remarks.

But when we really get offline, everyone is as obedient as a socially anxious person.

They probably never thought that there would be a young lady like Hanase Shion who would take their online comments seriously?
"Really, is this all a joke?"

Hane Shion's eyes widened and she suddenly became energetic. The loss in her heart disappeared instantly, and a burst of ecstasy surged up.

It turns out that his outrageous remarks are not uncommon among painters?

"If it were you, wouldn't you care?" she asked Sakurai Itsuki again.

"Why bother with this? If you meet someone you can't chat with online, can't you just block them? Everyone uses fake accounts. If you don't proactively reveal your fake account to others offline, how can they recognize it?"

Sakurai Itsuki asked.

"You don't use your real name online, do you? Or do you always use the same username?"

"Of course not. That's right! If I really hated you, I would have blocked you long ago."

Hane Shion suddenly realized that the problem that she had been worrying about for so long might not be a problem at all?
"Oh! So that's how it is! Great!"

Hane Shion bent over slightly and waved her fists excitedly.

Then he realized that he was in the corridor, and Sakurai Itsuki was staring at him silently.

So he coughed twice, straightened his back, and regained his composure.

"Okay, it's getting late. We can't be too obvious about slacking off. We have to be on time."

Sakurai Itsuki couldn't help but smile when he saw the true movements of Hane Shion accidentally exposed, and then ended the topic.

How come this young lady is so troublesome and dull? But she is indeed kind of cute.

night.

"Why did Shiyin stay at school so long today? Didn't your party end early?"

Sato Wakaba, who was cooking in the kitchen, said this while stealing a glance at Sakurai Itsuki, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room and browsing Twitter.

"Ah, nothing." Sakurai Itsuki said perfunctorily.

"Really? Why do I feel like she's particularly happy today?" Sato Wakaba asked.

"Maybe I discovered something that is actually very simple."

Sakurai Jushin said that it was a pity that Shinkawa Aimei said that the guy was not as simple as he thought.

If people who are frightened by the comments of artists when they go online are not simple, how else can they be considered simple?
Speaking of the next speech.

That god who always harassed him backstage has not been seen for a long time
Just as he was thinking this, a private message suddenly came from the background.

[Haruki Nagayama! I'm going to rape you!]

That was a month's absence of dirty talk.

　My writing has been a bit messy lately, and I'm not in a very good state. I'm thinking about how to connect the subsequent plots, and I'm a bit bored and slow. I'll post one chapter first, and I'll make up another chapter today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)