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

Chapter 31 I'm Obviously a Gentleman
Late at night in Tokyo, in a quiet villa.

Sakurai Itsuki noticed the message "New Work Generated Points: +80" in the system and rubbed his chin slightly.

This time, in addition to Sato Wakaba's participation in the basic line drawing work, Sakurai Itsuki also gave her the work of adding dots and filling in lines.

The purpose, of course, is to verify the definition of the system.

He wanted to see if the system points earned would decrease as Sato Wakaba's workload increased.

Now it seems that even if all the assistant work is handed over to other people, the points obtained by the system will not be affected.

This is really good news that makes people happy.

It will really save you a lot of effort afterwards.

Double or even triple opening is not a problem.

This is coupled with the point gain of the system.

Wouldn't his income increase at least five or six times than it is now?

If I continue like this, maybe I can earn enough money to live a comfortable and carefree life before I graduate from college.

Just thinking about the time when I will live a life of nothing but eating and drinking makes my eyes light up.

But speaking of it, Sato Wakaba is really hardworking.

Sakurai Itsuki looked up at the ceiling, his mind flashing back to the hot girl who was probably stepping on the ceiling of his room right now.

He had originally planned to finish the second part of "Goodbye Eri." before this week.

I never thought that it would be completed in just over two days.

Sato Wakaba is clearly an amateur, and her work efficiency is much lower than that of a professional manga assistant.

But she just made up for it with her strength.

During these two days, Sato Wakaba returned home every day, and except for making dinner, she stayed with him in the studio until late at night.

It was already past twelve o'clock, and she had just gone upstairs to rest.

Calculating it, she has worked almost six hours today.

But she didn't complain at all. She just said good night to herself with full energy and asked what to eat tomorrow morning.

If he really wants to, it is not impossible for her to become his real assistant.

Sakurai Itsuki logged into his account while thinking.

I found out that the genius named Qiu Ming Yu Wei sent him a bunch of dirty words today, saying that he would use X hooks, X clamps, X balls, and X expanders to attack him.

And once again she threatened to rape him.

In the past, this guy would only do this kind of thing when he was updating himself or making some beastly remarks.

It's getting more and more excessive now.

However, for Sakurai Itsuki, there was no real impact.

Just looking at Qiu Mingyuwei's two-dimensional black-haired girl avatar, I always feel inexplicably familiar.

Click on that guy's Twitter.

Qiu Ming Yuwei: [The boy sitting next to me is so annoying! I want to smack him in the face! I'll beat him into a pig's head!]

The accompanying picture is a Q-version emoticon of her avatar gritting her teeth and looking angry.

The comments below were: [Teacher, don’t be angry, hit me!], [It’s ok if you can hit me with a disgusted look on your face, or step on me] and other outrageous expressions.

Sakurai Itsuki scratched his nose slightly, feeling that the world was still too abstract.

How could a beautiful girl be proficient in these equipment and methods?
After sighing, he returned to his classic sweating soybean state.

I hope that one day he can really understand what I mean. That's enough.

Come to think of it, it reminded Sakurai Itsuki.

I haven't posted any birth comments for several days.

Sakurai Itsuki said as he opened the tweet box.

At this moment, on the other side, Hane Shion also waited for his reply to her sweaty soybean.

She couldn't help but tilt her head and wonder, is this the unique tacit understanding and interest between her and Haruki Nagayama?
I always feel that the word "interest" is not quite right.

A little secret?
To put it in anime terms, it should be considered a bond, right?

I turned around and looked at the time.

It's past twelve o'clock and it's almost time to go to bed.

Even though today is a bad day, when the sun rises tomorrow, forget all the unhappiness of yesterday!
Then, she saw Haruki Nagayama's Twitter
"This beast!"

The camera returns to the villa.

Sakurai Itsuki had anticipated someone's repeated verbal harassment in private messages.

Looking at the obvious increase in the growth rate of system points and the various "praises" given to him, Sakurai Itsuki couldn't help but feel so happy that he wanted to hum.

But just when Sakurai Itsuki was slightly intoxicated by it, bang.

Suddenly, the sound of a door opening was heard behind Sakurai Itsuki.

"Can't you change your bad taste? You pervert!"

Sakurai Itsuki almost forgot that the situation now is different from before.

Now there are black fans who can immediately expose him offline.

"Are you still awake?"

Sakurai Itsuki turned around and looked at Sato Wakaba, who had long wet golden hair.

At this moment, she was standing at the door, staring at him with her light blue eyes.

"I just got out of the shower and haven't even had time to blow dry my hair when I saw you post that tweet again."

Sato Wakaba said.

She was wearing a loose short-sleeved shirt that completely concealed the curves of her upper body, shorts that also completely concealed her curves, and a pair of ordinary sandals on her feet.

It was clearly a very homely outfit, with not a single piece of clothing on her body that had anything to do with being sexy.

But perhaps it is the bonus of the "Water Lily" buff that makes her look quite charming even just like this.

A beautiful young wife who looked like she had just taken a shower and was about to go back to her room to sleep.

Sakurai Itsuki glanced at the fair and well-proportioned long legs, then turned his head away like a gentleman and continued to stare at the computer screen. "Then go blow dry your hair quickly, or you'll catch a cold."

"You are so gentle all of a sudden, are you trying to escape punishment?"

Sato Wakaba didn't think too much about it and walked directly behind Sakurai Itsuki.

She leaned over slightly, stretched out her arms towards Sakurai Itsuki who was sitting on the chair, put her arms around his neck, and gave him a "guillotine" from behind.

Sakurai Itsuki, whose throat was being choked, suddenly raised his head and met the eyes of the face that was looking down at him.

Sato Wakaba's wet long hair hung beside Sakurai Itsuki's face, exuding a faint scent of shampoo.

Sakurai Itsuki patted her elbow and said, "You're going to strangle me to death! If I'm strangled to death, you won't be able to be my assistant anymore."

"Nonsense, I didn't use any force at all!" Sato Wakaba said. If she had really been squeezing him hard, he wouldn't have been able to say anything. "Can't you change your bad taste? It's terrible! Delete that tweet right now."

"It's already been sent, there's no point in taking it back. Let go quickly, your hair has soaked my clothes and face. You're not afraid of catching a cold, but I am."

"You're going to take a shower soon anyway. If you catch a cold so soon, you're too fragile! What kind of man are you?"

"You still know that I'm a man? Don't you think that we're too close to each other, and it's a bit inappropriate for men and women to be intimate with each other?" Sakurai Itsuki said.

At this moment, the two faces, one above and one below, were so close that only each other's facial features were visible in the field of vision.

Even when talking, you can feel the other person's breathing and the vibrations of the surrounding air.

According to what is said on the Internet, this distance usually means either a fight or a kiss.

"Just by getting my face a little closer, I'm already thinking about weird things. Are all you guys like this? That's disgusting!"

Sato Wakaba realized it belatedly and raised her head and straightened her back.

However, her arm was still around Sakurai Itsuki's neck, and it was obvious that she was not going to let Sakurai Itsuki go.

"To put it another way, you didn't wear any underwear after taking a shower, did you?"

Seeing this, Sakurai Itsuki could only use his ultimate move, using this statement to imply that he was truly feeling her figure in the guillotine, a fighting posture with quite intimate physical contact.

As for Sakurai Itsuki's own true feelings, he did not express them too directly.

If you have to say it.
She was much hotter than she had imagined, worthy of her European ancestry.

"You rascal! You big rascal! I'm not going to pay any attention to you!"

Sure enough, compared to the speech just now that allowed Sato Wakaba to pretend to be calm, the effect of this sentence was unsurprisingly outstanding.

She immediately let go of her arm, took two steps back, and loudly scolded Sakurai Itsuki with a red face.

"You insisted on doing this, and now you're calling me a hooligan. Isn't that a bit unreasonable?"

Sakurai Itsuki found it quite interesting to see Sato Wakaba, whose ears and neck were all red.

"Or do you actually want me to play dumb so you can enjoy myself? I'm obviously a gentleman."

"Lü! No matter what, no matter what, you are a gangster! A big gangster!"

Seeing that she couldn't win the argument with Sakurai Itsuki, Sato Wakaba made an unreasonable face again.

Then he turned around and went upstairs with a look of embarrassment and anger on his face.

But halfway through the walk, she suddenly remembered something and turned around to speak.

"Oh, I think I forgot to tell you something."

"how?"

"Did Mr. Hase tell you about the club?"

(End of this chapter)