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

Chapter 9: Such a transgression can be forgiven

Because I forgot to draw the curtains, the early summer sun was a bit scorching.

Sakurai Itsuki opened his eyes drowsily and felt that the ceiling looked unfamiliar at first.

After a slight pause, he realized that he had moved, and above his unfamiliar ceiling was the boudoir of a hot girl of the same age.

Kyon in "The Suzumiya Haruhi" once said that people who pursue realism in fictional stories must have something wrong with their brains.

But now, Sakurai Itsuki feels that there is an inexplicable sense of fiction in this real story of his.

I don't know where the problem is.

Maybe because he was a little tired last night, Sakurai Itsuki, who didn't have the habit of having breakfast, actually felt a little hungry.

But I looked at the time, it was Saturday, 8:30 in the morning.

It's still early.

After thinking about it, Sakurai Itsuki decided to turn around and sleep for a while.

When you fall asleep, you won’t be hungry anymore.

But who would have thought that just as I lay down and had no time to close my eyes, there was a soft knock on the door.

There was no doubt that the only person knocking on his door in this house was that guy.

Sakurai Itsuki sighed, checked his clothes to make sure there was nothing wrong with them, and then opened the door sleepily.

"Hey~ You haven't gotten up yet? The sun is already shining on your butt!"

As expected, the person coming towards me was that energetic girl.

But compared to the usual hot girl look in Sakurai Itsuki's memory, Sato Wakaba now had her hair loose and was wearing a large-sized sweatshirt that covered her butt.

And underneath was a pair of shorts that were almost completely covered by the sweatshirt.

She took off her bubble socks, revealing her long white legs. She was wearing a pair of open-toed slippers, looking like a girl next door.

Only the light-colored nail polish on her toes indicated that she was a hot girl who dressed flamboyantly.

"I won't sleep on my stomach. No matter how bright the sun is, it won't reach my butt." Sakurai Itsuki said, "How about you? Did your butt get burned by the sun this morning?"

"You're verbally harassing a young girl so early in the morning. Are you some greasy old man?"

Sato Wakaba curled her lips with a look of disdain.

"Isn't it more excessive to actually knock on someone's bedroom door to harass them than to verbally harass them?"

Although Sakurai Itsuki had woken up, he was still a little unhappy about the disturbance.

"Ahem, normally, you should be awake by this time, right? It's almost nine o'clock! And didn't we make an agreement?"

Sato Wakaba felt a little guilty, but she quickly found an excuse.

"What's the agreement?"

Sakurai Itsuki didn't remember what plans he had this morning.

"You agreed to let me be your assistant on weekends!"

Sato Wakaba took out her cell phone covered with shiny stickers, placed it in front of Sakurai Itsuki, pointed at the time on the screen and said.

"Look! It's already the eighth and a half hour of the weekend! Happy weekend!!!"

She raised her hands high in celebration, and it was obvious that she was looking forward to the life of a cartoonist very much.

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"Give me some feedback! I'm here so early, shouldn't I warmly praise the outstanding employees?"

Sato Wakaba patted Sakurai Itsuki's arm, trying to cheer him up.

"I've never heard of any outstanding employee knocking on the boss's bedroom door. This morning isn't my working time. Go have some fun."

Sakurai Itsuki rubbed his temples, wanting to get rid of this guy quickly and then go back to lie down.

But Sato Wakaba wasn't about to be dismissed. She continued, "Even if it's not time to work, you still have to get up and have breakfast, right?"

"I don't have the habit of eating breakfast." Sakurai Itsuki replied.

"That won't do! Skipping breakfast is bad for your health! No wonder you're always listless at school." Sato Wakaba kept chattering on.

"What kind of nagging old woman are you?"

Sakurai Itsuki was a little impatient. He didn't intend to change his lifestyle because of Sato Wakaba, even though it was indeed unhealthy.

It’s like your elders always do things for your own good, but if they force you to do something, it will still make you angry.

"Hmph, if that's the case, then let's not waste time at the door!"

After hearing the old woman Sakurai Itsuki's evaluation, Sato Wakaba raised her eyebrows, grabbed Sakurai Itsuki's wrist roughly, and pulled him out of the bedroom.

"What on earth do you want to do?"

Sakurai Itsuki was really about to get angry.

Although this guy is quite handsome and has a good figure, he also has a faint scent of shower gel on his body.

But Sakurai Itsuki is not a superficial person. He never condones a girl's behavior just because she is pretty.

She had clearly crossed the line of what an ordinary roommate should be in Sakurai Itsuki's mind.

Therefore, Sakurai Itsuki decided that no matter what she said, he would yell at her today and then go back to sleep.

Otherwise, she will definitely become more aggressive and cross the line more frequently in the future.

"Clang! Clang! Look! Chinese fried dumplings, and corn porridge!"

Sato Wakaba released Sakurai Itsuki's wrist and happily showed off her work this morning.

"I'm gonna start now."

Sakurai Itsuki, who had originally planned to get angry and warn Sato Wakaba no matter what, now clasped his hands together, sat down at the table politely, and started eating with his chopsticks.

"How is it? Doesn't it taste good?"

Sato Wakaba widened her eyes, waiting for Sakurai Itsuki's feedback.

"Well, it's okay, it smells pretty good."

Sakurai Itsuki chewed the dumplings and nodded unconsciously.

Although the taste cannot be called exquisite, from the perspective of home cooking, there is absolutely nothing wrong with it.

"That's good. I've never fried dumplings before. These are the semi-finished dumplings I bought at the supermarket this morning. I'll definitely try making them myself when I get a chance."

Seeing Sakurai Itsuki eating with great relish, Sato Wakaba clapped her hands, looking very accomplished.

Sakurai Itsuki noticed that there was a cartoon Band-Aid on Sato Wakaba's finger.

"Did you cut your finger while making breakfast?"

Sakurai Itsuki asked while chewing the dumplings.

"I'm an excellent cook! How could I possibly get hurt while cooking something like this?"

Sato Wakaba, as if provoked, immediately declared, "My knife skills are... how do you say that in an idiom? Right, like butchering an ox!"

Sakurai Itsuki felt that her use of idioms was not very appropriate, but when she heard Sato Wakaba praising her swordsmanship and thought of the scene yesterday, she couldn't help feeling guilty.

In the future, just give her the advantage because she is pretty.

It would be bad if she performed a hot girl interpretation and asked him to pay tribute to Mr. Ito.

"This finger was accidentally pricked with a needle."

Sato Wakaba said this, pointing to the uniform that Sakurai Itsuki had changed out of last night in the distance.

"I saw your clothes were left in the hall on the second floor, so I sewed them for you."

"Sew it on?"

Sakurai Itsuki took his uniform and took a closer look, only to find that the color of the collar buttons was a little different and the stitching was a little rough.

"After all, it was me who accidentally ripped the button off your collar. Of course, it's a little disappointing, but since I'm injured, I'll just have to make do with it! Hehe~"

Sato Wakaba stuck out her tongue, using her cuteness to cover up her poor needlework skills.

Only then did Sakurai Itsuki realize that the buttons on his collar had been pulled off by Sato Wakaba yesterday without him even noticing.

He turned around and looked at the fried dumplings on the table.

I suddenly remembered the extremely perfunctory conversation I had yesterday afternoon.

When she asked me what I liked to eat, I just casually said dumplings.

But she really remembered it.

Sakurai Itsuki couldn't help but be a little surprised. Sato Wakaba seemed to be full of the carefree British style.

But in fact, his thoughts are extremely meticulous.

She remembered every conversation she had with herself clearly.

No wonder, even though she is the kind of person who lacks boundaries and is hated by people in Tokyo, she is still extremely popular in school.

It turns out that she is not just beautiful.

Sakurai Itsuki couldn't help but feel lucky that he didn't lose his temper just now.

Otherwise, after he gets angry and beats her up, when he sees these scenes, he will really call himself a beast.

"Thank you very much."

Sakurai Itsuki thanked him sincerely.

"You're welcome, because this is actually a deal! Hehe~"

Sato Wakaba put her hands on her hips and a sly smile appeared on her face again.

Sakurai Itsuki was stunned. As expected, in front of this god, he couldn't be moved for more than three seconds.

(End of this chapter)