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

Chapter 55: Attempt to Charm

Chapter 55: Attempt to Charm
“I want to write a script.”

Sakurai Itsuki rolled her eyes at Sato Wakaba, who took off her pantyhose as soon as she got home.

"But your scripts are all text, and they're just outlines. How boring," Sato Wakaba said with a pout. "Didn't you say there would be a new manga after 'Goodbye Eri.'"

"That happened after 'Goodbye Eri' won the award. There's still a week before the list of winners is announced," said Sakurai Itsuki.

Although we estimate that we have roughly completed the selection today, the scores still need to be summarized and there are other things to do after the selection.

"But is it possible that "Goodbye Eri" won't win an award?" asked Sato Wakaba.

"That's not true"

"Draw it for me! I'm free! How about I put my stockings on again, maybe a thinner pair this time?"

Sato Wakaba, who was lying on her side on the sofa, stretched out her feet and gently poked Sakurai Itsuki on the other side of the sofa, trying to seduce her.

"You also know how to seduce?" Sakurai Itsuki said, you are so heartless, you even know how to seduce?
"Humph, it's natural. Who says I'm born so cute, pretty, and have a good figure? You know, my legs are a few centimeters longer than Moritaka Chisato's!"

Sato Wakaba boasted and proudly showed off her long legs.

Although Chisato Moritaka is known as the woman with the best legs in the Showa era, she is a petite Japanese woman after all, and her height is only 1.61 meters.

As a mixed-race girl with half British ancestry, Sato Wakaba's height is obviously over 170cm. It is really unfair to compare her in this regard.

"Why don't you compete with others in singing?" asked Sakurai Itsuki.

I thought to myself, if you were that good at singing, I would have started a new project a long time ago. You can't just sit idle even if you want to.

"Ahem, I heard others say that singing is about three main things: strong emotions, bright voice, and being in tune. I at least have the first two, so I'm not too bad, right?"

Sato Wakaba used a very cunning way to gloss over the most important point.

"I don't want to bother with you." Sakurai Itsuki didn't say anything more to her and took out his cell phone.

Shinkawa Aimei sent herself a line message.

She was still at the awards ceremony, so it was not convenient for her to call Sakurai Itsuki.

But she still announced the good news via Line. [Judging from the judges' reactions, there's no suspense. The editor-in-chief, seeing the judges' reactions, is even considering whether to publish a standalone book for you.]

At Jump, it is difficult to publish a single volume of a short story like this one with almost no ongoing copyright income, but the judges' extremely high praise made Jump consider giving it a try.

Sakurai Itsuki was not surprised by this.

Generally speaking, short comics with profound ideas and philosophical significance are difficult to sell, and are often critically acclaimed but not commercially successful.

But "Goodbye Eri." was not only well received, but in his previous life, Sakurai Itsuki remembered that the simplified Chinese version of this manga alone had published 100 million copies.

Although this does not equal actual sales, it undoubtedly proves that this is a perfect work that is almost hexagonal.

Although the editors of Jump sometimes make mistakes and misjudge the market, their vision is still qualified in most cases.

Sakurai Itsuki replied calmly: [I understand.]

Ai Shinkawa, who was taking a break at the venue, twitched her lips at Sakurai Itsuki's overly indifferent attitude.

How come this guy is calmer than me?

If anyone else knew this news, they would definitely not be able to sleep.

Forget it. For this genius who seems to have a cheat, what others may have spent decades to achieve is just a casual and easy thing for him!

It’s so irritating that people are so different from each other!
"Why is it a message from the editor?" Sato Wakaba tilted her head and asked Sakurai Itsuki who was replying to the message.

That guy only has a few contacts on Line, and there's no news in the community group. I'm right next to him now, so he's probably just an editor.

"Ah."

"It went well, didn't it? So you can start a new series! Okay? I really want to read it! Such a cute girl is asking you for help!"

Sato Wakaba, who was lying on the far side of the sofa, continued to poke Sakurai Itsuki's waist with her feet, smiling happily, without any sign of begging.

Sakurai Itsuki suddenly grabbed Sato Wakaba's ankle and looked at her coldly. Sato Wakaba was stunned for a moment after being grabbed by the ankle, and then she swallowed her saliva in fear, "W-why, I was just joking."

Sato Wakaba immediately tried to shrink back, but her feet were caught by Sakurai Itsuki.

Although he seems to rarely exercise, he is actually much stronger than girls.

At this moment, Sato Wakaba became nervous and scared.

I hope he won’t take the “seduction” that I started as a joke seriously?
That kind of thing is not allowed. She doesn't want to do that kind of thing with him now.

But she suddenly discovered that the two of them lived in a detached villa.

In this situation, if he really did it as in the book, no one would be able to save her even if she screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Are you ticklish?" Sakurai Itsuki couldn't help laughing when he saw Sato Wakaba, who was obviously frightened.

"Eh?! Hahaha, no! No! Don't tickle the soles of my feet."

"So what kind of work is this? I'm not your reader, why are you keeping me in suspense?"

After some fun, Sato Wakaba finally begged for mercy, but in the end Sakurai Itsuki still sat in his studio room on the second floor, turned on the computer, and picked up the paintbrush.

Anyway, I have to draw it sooner or later, so there is no rush for the script.

Therefore, he finally gave in to Sato Wakaba.

After all, Sato Wakaba compromised with him today and kicked strawberry mapo tofu off the menu for both of them tonight.

Sato Wakaba, who had just been tickled to tears by Sakurai Itsuki, brought a stool and sat on the other side of Sakurai Itsuki's computer desk.

At this moment, he placed his chin on the table and looked at Sakurai Itsuki's page with great anticipation.

"Didn't we agree that you would watch me paint but not make trouble?"

Sakurai Itsuki turned his head and looked at the golden head not far from his left elbow.

He pulled her face as if he was playing with a stress-relieving doll.

"It hasn't even started yet! I'll keep quiet from now on!" Sato Wakaba said. "What kind of story is this? It can't be another heartbreaking one like Flame Fist, right?"

"It can be considered a love story, right?" Sakurai Itsuki answered. As for the question of whether it was heartbreaking or not, he did not give a direct answer.

If it's not cruel, then why would I draw it?
"Eh~ No one will die, right?" Sato Wakaba frowned as she recalled the heart-wrenching story in "Flame Fist" that she wasn't sure if it could be considered a love story.

"No, this time I want to draw a story with a more literary style." Sakurai Itsuki said.

"Hey! You've been writing a galgame and drawing a romance comic lately. Aren't you feeling romantically aroused and wanting to fall in love?" Sato Wakaba covered her mouth and leaned close to Sakurai Itsuki's ear, joking, "Let me see the girls around you. Who do you want to date? Just make sure I refuse, so it's Shion, right?"

"If you keep nagging, I'll kick you out." Sakurai Itsuki said.

"Oh." Sato Wakaba pouted when she heard that, then obediently put her head back into Sakurai Itsuki's hand and calmed down.

The afternoon sun shines through the glass into the room.

Sakurai Itsuki was sitting in front of the computer, drawing intently.

The pure music of Joe Hisaishi was lingering in the room, making the room seem even quieter.

She still had her head on the table, tilting her head to look at the picture on his computer, gently rocking her feet.

Suddenly she turned her head and looked at his profile, slightly distracted.

Thinking of the previous playfulness, my face turned red unconsciously.

But before he noticed, she immediately turned her head away.

The falling cherry blossoms on the cartoon grid look so beautiful.

I wish days like this could continue forever.

The girl prayed like this.