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

Chapter 80 My heart is beating so fast

"Well, it seems to be like this here, hehe~"

In the recording room.

Sakurai Itsuki couldn't tell how many degrees to adjust the notes like a professional music theorist, so he could only hum to describe his feelings to Goto Hina.

"Oh, then I'll lower it a bit. How about this?"

Goto Hina nodded and then started the operation again.

"Well, a little slower."

"okay."

"Yes, yes, that's what I thought."

Sakurai Itsuki nodded, then turned around to look at the time, only to find that it was already 11 o'clock.

The two of them tinkered in the recording studio until late at night.

Even though Sakurai Itsuki had a complete tune in his mind, recording a good DMEO was much more troublesome than he had imagined.

At this moment, Sakurai Itsuki was even more grateful that someone was helping him.

If he, a layman, was left to slowly tune the notes one by one according to his memory, it would take him forever.

"It's perfect. It's amazing."

Hina Goto, who was wearing monitoring headphones, listened to the sound and couldn't help but laugh softly and talk to herself.

Although there are no vocals in the current demo, there is only a melody made with an electronic synthesizer.

But this was enough to excite Hina Goto.

"Do you think it's good too?"

In fact, when I listened to it again, there were still some slight differences from what Sakurai Itsuki remembered, but it was more than enough to convince passers-by like Goto Hina.

Sakurai Itsuki's sudden question scared Goto Hina, who was immersed in the music, and made her shiver.

Then, like a frightened bird, she looked up at Sakurai Itsuki and said in a very small voice, "I think that's great, but, but that's just my opinion. Just pretend you didn't hear what I said."

"I came to you because I wanted to finish this piece with you. How could I possibly ignore what you said?"

Sakurai Itsuki really didn't expect that there would be people in real life who would be so afraid of strangers. Besides, he was probably not a stranger.

Perhaps, in her eyes, people like Sato Wakaba are no different from terrorists.

However, after hearing what Sakurai Itsuki said, Goto Hina became excited, "Then let's continue. Don't we need to make adjustments later?"

"Well, not today. It's already this late and I won't be able to go home later." Sakurai Itsuki said.

Goto Hina's house is in the suburbs, and if she delays any longer, it will be difficult for Sakurai Itsuki to get a taxi home.

"Ah, are you still planning on going home?"

Goto Hina's sudden remarks scared Sakurai Itsuki.

What does this mean?

Seeing Sakurai Itsuki in a daze, Goto Hina quickly stood up from her chair and apologized.

"Oh, no, no, I'm really sorry. I think I said something strange. Because before, when my dad's friends came to the recording studio, they usually recorded all night long. I, I... I'm really sorry."

As she spoke, her face flushed and she bowed to Sakurai Itsuki in apology.

"You don't have to keep apologizing. I was the one who asked you for help, and you're my senior."

Sakurai Tree was completely screwed.

I don’t know how many times she has said sorry tonight. It seems that these various apologies have almost become a habit for her.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

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Sakurai Itsuki was speechless for a moment, then gave up on correcting her overly apologetic behavior. "It's just that I haven't finished it this time, so I might have to trouble you again. When are you free next time?"

"I'm open to anything. It depends on when you're free. Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow are all fine." said Goto Hina.

"Then let's do it tomorrow. Let's finish it as soon as possible to avoid bothering you all the time." Sakurai Itsuki said.

Her enthusiasm made Sakurai Itsuki, the freeloader, feel embarrassed.

Goto Hina shook her head and said, "I'm very happy to be able to make such a good song."

"Aren't you curious about how an amateur like me could write this song?"

Originally, Sakurai Itsuki didn't want others to ask this question, but Goto Hina really didn't ask, which made Sakurai Itsuki feel a little concerned.

"Ah, yes, but I feel it's very rude. And then I think about it, you're a genius, so it's normal for you to be different from ordinary people."

Goto Hina was of course also very curious, but it was easier to convince herself than to muster up the courage to ask Sakurai Itsuki.

People with social anxiety are always gifted at convincing themselves, but this also saves Sakurai Itsuki the effort of making up excuses.

"We are from the same club, not strangers. There's no need to be so reserved. You can ask whatever you want," said Sakurai Itsuki.

"Okay." Goto Hina nodded. "Did you and Sato use the gift that Hase-sensei gave you that day?"

Obviously, she knew what that bastard Hase Hatsuna had sent.

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"Oh, I'm really sorry." Goto Hina apologized again.

Sakurai Itsuki might have understood part of the reason for her social anxiety. This person really would make shocking remarks from time to time.

Sakurai Itsuki got out of the car and pushed open the familiar gate.

To be honest, the suggestion of "sleep for a while at Goto's house today, then get up and work all night to finish the song all at once, and take a day off tomorrow" is really tempting to Sakurai Itsuki.

That is the most efficient way.

But in the end, Sakurai Itsuki did not choose to stay out all night.

I have a feeling that if that hot chick knocks on my door tomorrow and I don't get any response, it will be hard to explain.

Sakurai Itsuki walked into the courtyard and found that the lights on the first floor were still on.

She glanced at the time and it was already twelve o'clock. Normally, she should have gone to bed long ago.

Are you waiting for me?
Sakurai Itsuki couldn't help but feel fortunate that he didn't choose to stay overnight at Goto's house.

But today, when I opened the door and entered the hallway, I didn't hear the words "Welcome back."

Sakurai Itsuki changed his shoes and walked into the living room. He turned his head and found the guy lying on the sofa, already asleep.

There was a late-night show on TV that was showing some very explicit content. She was not an audience for such shows, and she didn't know what show she was watching when she accidentally fell asleep.

Sakurai Itsuki turned around and looked at Sato Wakaba, who was wearing loose short-sleeved shirt and shorts and sleeping with two remote controls tightly in her arms, and couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

She closed her eyes gently, her long eyelashes hanging on her eyelids, making her look as delicate as a doll.

The soft lips were slightly open, the nose was tall and small, and the chest was slightly floating as he breathed evenly and lightly.

She always seems to have too much energy, but she can be so quiet.

But then again, she must have been very tired recently.

Sakurai Itsuki couldn't help but sigh.

She suddenly shrank back, bringing Sakurai Itsuki back to his senses.

This guy turned the air conditioner temperature too low. If he continues like this, he might catch a cold.

Sakurai Itsuki looked around and turned back to find that what she was holding in her arms was the air conditioner remote control.

She did say that she likes to sleep with something in her arms.

Without thinking, Ying Jingshu walked over to her, leaned over, and tried to take the remote control out of her arms. But she was holding it too tightly, and even after pulling it gently, it didn't come out, and Ying Jingshu didn't want to wake her up.

I'd better go upstairs and get her a blanket.

Just as Sakurai Itsuki was thinking this and was about to give up, he turned his eyes and found that the pair of light blue eyes that symbolized his mixed-race identity were meeting his eyes.

Sato Wakaba looked at Sakurai Itsuki's face that was so close to her, and her beautiful long eyelashes fluttered and blinked several times in a row, as if she was waking up her CPU and understanding the current situation.

Generally speaking, at this distance, they are either going to kiss or fight.

"Are you awake?"

Sakurai Itsuki also realized that the distance was a bit awkward, especially since his hands and eyes had just been operating near her firm breasts, so he quickly stood up.

Sato Wakaba thought about it, although the distance had already widened.

But she realized it later and ruthlessly chose the latter. She raised her jade feet and kicked the beast Sakurai Itsuki.

"Rogue! What do you want to do?!"

Sato Wakaba woke up completely, then quickly shrank into a corner of the sofa, staring at Sakurai Itsuki with a flushed face.

"Remote control. I wanted to use the remote control to turn up the temperature for you. I saw you were so cold that you were about to curl up in a ball. But you hugged me too tightly. I just decided to go up and get you a blanket when you woke up."

Sakurai Itsuki explained while covering his chest that had been kicked.

Her rabbit kick was quite powerful.

Upon hearing this, Sato Wakaba lowered her head and looked at the two remote controls in her arms.

"Oh, that's it. It's a bit cold."

Realizing his misunderstanding, Sato Wakaba scratched his head and smiled, "Are you okay?"

"Fortunately, you're still in good shape. This time it was indeed my fault. Next time I'll just tap you on the head to wake you up."

Sakurai Itsuki was threatening, but he didn't really blame Sato Wakaba in his heart.

When I think about it, I was indeed a little crazy just now. I didn't notice that this kind of behavior can easily be misunderstood.

"Hehe, let's not do that. But it's normal for me to have a real reaction when I wake up and see you fiddling with something on my chest, right?"

Sato Wakaba stuck out her tongue, showing off her specialty of "getting away with it by being cute."

"If I really was a gangster and a sex maniac, you would have been ruined by me in the past two months living with me."

Sakurai Jushi thought to himself that although he was a "beast", he could not do anything truly beastly.

Sato Wakaba listened to Sakurai Itsuki's speech and pouted, but did not refute.

Sakurai Itsuki usually always controls the distance between the two of them.

Come to think of it, it was actually me who spent most of the time rubbing against him without any sense of distance.

Sato Wakaba picked up and turned off the air conditioner.

Perhaps, in my heart, I don't seem to be particularly opposed to those contacts with him that seemed a little too intimate in my memories.

The kick I gave him wasn't out of disgust.

My heart was beating very fast, and then I subconsciously stretched my legs.
He covered his chest.

My heart rate still didn't drop.
Sato Wakaba turned around and looked at Sakurai Itsuki's back as she went into the kitchen. Not only did He Wei feel a little uneasy, he quickly asked, "Have you not eaten yet?"

"Ah, I ate, but I'm still a little hungry."

Sakurai Itsuki answered, opening the refrigerator to look for food.

Speaking of which, the Goto family is quite abstract. Her parents run a musical instrument store and are still playing in a band at an old age, so they are often not at home.

Goto's cooking skills are limited to adding boiling water and seasoning packets to instant noodles.

Before moving, Sakurai Itsuki, who lived alone, had been solving dinner this way for a long time. But after the hot girl transformation in the past two months, Sakurai Itsuki's taste has gradually become more picky.

So I just ate it perfunctorily and didn't eat my fill.

"I left a meal for you. Let me heat it up for you."

Sato Wakaba said as she was about to stand up from the sofa.

"No need, you take me for a useless person, I can still heat up a dish."

Sakurai Itsuki said as he took out the food wrapped in plastic wrap from the kitchen.

There was a note on each plate, telling it how long to microwave it and at what setting, with a smiley face drawn on it.

There is no doubt that this can only be the note left by Sato Wakaba.

Looking at the beautiful handwriting, Sakurai Itsuki felt warm in his heart.

It's like the warm feeling of coming home from get off work and seeing that your family has left a meal for you.

Sakurai Shu turned around and asked, "Aren't you going to sleep? Isn't it time for you to rest?"

"Ah, I probably won't be able to sleep for a while. I'm frighteningly awake now."

Sato Wakaba thought to herself, how could I possibly feel sleepy when my heart is beating so fast?

"But you, you're back just now?"

"Yeah, I was busy until very late." Sakurai Itsuki said. "Didn't I send you a message before saying you don't have to wait for me?"

"Because I really want to show you this!" Sato Wakaba said, excitedly pulling out a set of clothes from her bag. "Look, look, these are the costumes for our play. I'm telling you, I look super handsome in them, even more handsome than you!"

Sakurai Itsuki put the food into the microwave and set it according to the instructions on the note. Then he turned to look at the men's theatrical costumes that Sato Wakaba excitedly displayed. "Is it necessary for Romeo to dress so handsomely?"

"I can't help it. I'm naturally beautiful! It would be a waste if I didn't wear something so handsome. But at this time, putting on men's makeup, tying my hair and binding my chest is a bit too much trouble. Do you want to see it?" Sato Wakaba asked, "If you want to see it, I can do it simply."

"Is my opinion really useful?" Sakurai Itsuki asked.

"Why do you make me sound so stubborn?" Sato Wakaba pouted and complained, "Don't you want to see it?"

"I didn't say that, but since it's going to be performed, I'll see it sooner or later, right? If you show it to me now, won't it make me less excited?"

Sakurai Itsuki felt that it was getting late and he had classes the next day, so he used a very emotionally intelligent approach.

"Yeah! That's right! Anyway, we have our last rehearsal before the finals tomorrow. If you come quickly, you can also appreciate my handsomeness tomorrow."

Sato Wakaba nodded, thinking that he would be able to see it anyway.

"Sorry, I have an appointment with Goto tomorrow."

Sakurai Itsuki was already embarrassed to mention it, and if it happened in front of someone else, it would be a bit too much.

"Oh, that's okay. If you can see it in the official performance, you will probably be even more surprised!"

Sato Wakaba responded with some disappointment at first, but then she thought about it and felt that it was a good thing.

"Wait, so after tomorrow, we won't have to rehearse for a while, right?" Sakurai Itsuki noticed what he was concerned about.

"Well, of course. Although our school is relatively relaxed, we still need to prepare and review for the final exams, right?" Sato Wakaba nodded.

"But aren't you very smart in studying and have good grades? You can do well in the exams without reviewing, right?" Sakurai Itsuki flattered Sato Wakaba and set a trap for her.

"Of course! I usually listen very carefully in class, and I can easily get into the top few in the class."

When Sato Wakaba mentioned her academic performance, her face immediately lit up with pride.

"What? You want me to help you review?" Sato Wakaba stood up and asked excitedly. It was obvious that she was very interested in tutoring Sakurai Itsuki.

"Your new computer could come in handy. Let's finish the next episode of 5 Centimeters per Second in advance."

When the beast Sakurai Itsuki heard that Sato Wakaba had time and didn't have to review, he immediately smiled brightly.

"Eh? Why? I'm fine, but are you really not going to review?"

"I've got something important to tell you. I've contacted your favorite blogger, Yukiko," Sakurai Itsuki said. "I want to prepare materials for her in advance."

　There are no chapters. I had something to do during the day and came back late. I almost missed it.
　　
　
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