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

Chapter 76 Are You Really Not Interested in Me?

“I didn’t bring my screwdriver.”

Sakurai Itsuki was halfway through his words when he noticed that Sato Wakaba looked strange, and then he saw the [International Brand] in her hand.

Sakurai Itsuki was also stunned. What was she doing? Was she finally going to reveal her hottie nature?

Didn't she say she would only date people who were getting married?
Hiss. She had indeed just reached the legal age for marriage today.

No, it doesn't make sense no matter how I think about it. It must be some kind of misunderstanding.

Although Sakurai Itsuki knew it was a mistake, he looked at Sato Wakaba, who was embarrassed and couldn't utter a word for a long time, and decided to go with the flow: "Let me make it clear first, you are eighteen, and I am not. I have no plans to get married for the time being, so I may not succumb to your tyranny."

Sato Wakaba's muteness was instantly healed upon hearing this: "You, what nonsense are you talking about! This, this is not mine! Besides, I asked you to do something and you refused?"

Sakurai Itsuki asked back: "Ah, shouldn't I refuse you?"

Sato Wakaba stamped her feet anxiously: "That's not what I meant!"

"Please respect yourself, Sato Wakaba-san." Sakurai Itsuki raised his hand and took a step back. "We are not in a relationship where we can use this kind of thing."

"Who wants to use it with you? You don't want to accept it, but I don't want to accept it either!" Sato Wakaba felt greatly hurt when she saw Sakurai Itsuki deliberately taking half a step back.

I was just about to ask, am I so disgusting in his eyes?
But then he stared at Sakurai Itsuki's expression and suddenly realized that this guy did it on purpose.

So he pursed his lips, raised his fist, and punched Sakurai Itsuki on the shoulder.

"Hiss, I would rather die than surrender." Sakurai Itsuki said in pain.

"Okay! It's boring, isn't it interesting?" Sato Wakaba told Sakurai Itsuki that she had seen through his bad taste and ended the topic.

"Isn't this how you usually give me cards?" Sakurai Itsuki asked.

"Hmph, I'm an unreasonable and arrogant woman, are you too?" Sato Wakaba felt guilty and changed the subject, "This was put in the gift box by someone like Hase Hatsuna."

"I guessed that too." Sakurai Itsuki was not surprised. In the entire club, she was the only one who could do such an abstract thing.

Sato Wakaba paused and asked, "Do you think this is the relationship we have in the eyes of outsiders?"

Sakurai Itsuki turned around and found his screwdriver in front of the computer he had just assembled. "Didn't you say you didn't care about other people's misunderstandings? I saved you the trouble of a lot of people pursuing you. Why did you change your mind? Do you think I'm going to affect your marriage?"

"Let's not talk about this anymore. How could most people get married at just 18?" Sato Wakaba said, "Ah, it's about that incident in the alley where Hase Hatsuna misunderstood me. I really can't explain it."

"You can explain if you want."

Sakurai Itsuki felt that if she really cared, he wouldn't be completely unacceptable if she just told Hase Hatsuna.

Although Hase Hatsuna is an abstract person, she doesn't seem to mess around when it comes to important and key issues.

"Oh, is that okay?" Sato Wakaba was a little surprised, but after thinking about it, she shook her head and said, "Forget it."

She also didn't want to cause trouble for Sakurai Itsuki.

However, he was willing to reveal his identity to others for my sake.

He's obviously always cared about this.
Sato Wakaba looked at Sakurai Itsuki's profile, and for some reason, she suddenly asked, "You really don't have any thoughts about me at all?"

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Sakurai Itsuki picked up the screwdriver and turned his head, and the two looked at each other again.

The first time I asked was just a joke, what about the second time?

Sakurai Itsuki couldn't figure out Sato Wakaba's attitude and was speechless for a moment.

The air fell silent again, and Sato Wakaba felt extremely regretful. She quickly punched Sakurai Itsuki again, pretending to make amends as a joke.

"Hahaha, hurry up and tell me you're interested in me, otherwise how can I give you a card?"

Sakurai Itsuki looked at Sato Wakaba's flushed face, thought for a moment, and finally sighed. He pointed at the international brand in Sato Wakaba's hand and said, "Of course I'm interested in you. I can't wait to open that and use it." "Sorry, you... you're not right. Ah, what you said today was a bit too much! You hooligan, I'm going to kick you out! Get out of my room!"

Sato Wakaba was just about to distribute the card as usual, but halfway through, she suddenly realized that Sakurai Itsuki's remarks today were a bit too much!
So while shouting, he pushed Sakurai Itsuki out of his bedroom with great force.

Finally, he leaned half of his body out, stuck out his tongue at Sakurai Itsuki outside the door, made a face, and then ruthlessly closed the door.

Sakurai Itsuki looked at the closed door, turned around, and accidentally glanced at the underwear hanging in front of the window in another room.

Her style is not as bold as the usual "hot girl style", which is quite consistent with her innocence.

Although she was always careful to hang her underwear where she couldn't see it, Sakurai Itsuki had actually seen it when she was exposed.

When men and women of the same age live together, there will always be all kinds of ambiguous scenes, just like what happened just now.

If I had really lost my temper just now, how would things have turned out?
Forget it, there’s no need to dwell on this issue. Maybe after a while, I’ll be completely desensitized.

Behind the door, Sato Wakaba covered her chest, breathed a long sigh of relief, and then threw herself onto her large bed filled with dolls.

"Hase Hatsuna is really something, making yourself so embarrassed!"

But why did I ask that question just now?
She turned around and hugged the oversized stuffed bear with a naughty expression, resting her chin on the bear's head, feeling mixed emotions.

I tossed and turned, and looked at the box of "international brands" that I still held in my hand.

Although it was very embarrassing just now, fortunately the misunderstanding was resolved, and I don’t have to hide this thing anymore.

It was produced just this month, and has a shelf life of five years.
Sato Wakaba, who had never bought this thing before, looked at it curiously.

Five years later, I will be 23 years old, which is almost the normal age to talk about marriage, right?

Any chance of using it?
The girl was lost in thought and her face turned red.

Ah. Why do I keep thinking about strange things today?
I'm so annoying.

Sato Wakaba threw this extremely abstract birthday present into the bedside cabinet, then turned around, reached out and ravaged the big bear that she had just renamed "Ashu" to vent her anger.

At the same time, ambiguous scenes broke out around family planning products.

In that high-end apartment in Tokyo, Hane Shion was still painting.

"Ah" Hane Shion yawned and almost cried, feeling dizzy.

As soon as I looked up, fatigue came over me like a tide.

The workload is too heavy during this period.

Hane Shion looked back at the brightly lit night view of Tokyo. The gorgeous lights of the Sky Tree in the distance were a scenery that Kyoto had never seen.

Even in the dead of night in Tokyo, there are still countless hardworking people desperately climbing up.

No, you still have to work harder.

She has already left me far behind. If I slack off any further, she will run away and I won't be able to catch up with her.

"Oh, it's almost 12 o'clock. It seems that there will be an update for "Flame Fist" today."

After hesitating for a while, Hane Shion knew that this might affect her mood, but she still couldn't help it.

Then she regretted it.

Afterwards, she path-dependently logged into the account of [Akira Yumi] and began to attack Haruki Nagayama.

　I originally wanted to post it in the morning, but I passed out and didn’t wake up until the afternoon. I’m sorry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)