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

Chapter 69: Your Green Plum is Out of Season
"Ah."

It was a rare Sunday, and the sun was shining brightly.

Sakurai Itsuki specially moved a laptop to the table in the courtyard and wrote the script while basking in the sun.

But I don’t know why, even though the sun is so bright, I have been sneezing this morning.

"Ashu, shouldn't you exercise more? I always feel like you catch a cold easily."

In the yard, Sato Wakaba was wearing an apron, big gloves and scissors, and was trimming her flowers and plants.

"Could it be because of your flowers and plants?"

"Hey, so you are allergic to pollen?" Sato Wakaba turned around quickly with a look of surprise.

The sunlight reflected slightly on her blonde hair, like a halo on her head.

A little mud clinging to her face made her look even more adorable.

"No, I just wanted to find a reason to blame you." Sakurai Itsuki said.

Sato Wakaba raised the large pair of scissors in her hand, pouted, and pinched Sakurai Itsuki in a threatening manner. "I'm going to cut you, idiot!"

It was a pity that she was just thinking about what to do with so many beautiful flowers.

"Didn't I learn this from you? Stop scolding yourself."

Sakurai Itsuki joked that being unreasonable about trivial matters was Sato Wakaba's specialty.

"I have so many good qualities, but you only learn the bad ones. I don't even bother to pay attention to you!"

Sato Wakaba stuck out her tongue at Sakurai Itsuki, then turned around and continued trimming the flowers and plants.

Sakurai Itsuki leisurely took a sip of floral tea and glanced at the system after a long time.

Then he rubbed his chin in confusion.

"It shouldn't be."

On a whim, he separated the negative emotion points collected by "5 Centimeters per Second".

This comic was officially serialized only today, but it already has hundreds of negative points.

What does this mean? There's nothing tragic about the first episode, right?

It really doesn't make sense, but for Sakurai Itsuki, it's not a bad thing.

"What shouldn't be done?"

Sato Wakaba, who had just said that she would ignore Sakurai Itsuki, turned around and asked Sakurai Itsuki.

"The first episode of 5 Centimeters per Second wasn't too sad, was it?" Sakurai Itsuki asked.

"It's okay. Although it's a little disappointing, doesn't the hero plan to meet the heroine at the end? I actually think the story is beautiful. How do you say it? It's the throbbing of youth!"

Obviously, Sato Wakaba didn't think there was anything heartbreaking about the first episode.

"But maybe people with childhood sweethearts in real life would feel the same way, right? Shouldn't I ask you about this?"

Sato Wakaba narrowed her eyes and looked at Sakurai Itsuki.

"That's right, maybe someone thought of something regretful."

Sakurai Itsuki thought about it and the only explanation was that someone thought of their past in the story, felt regretful and provided negative emotions.

After all, most people have that girl with whom they made promises about their future when they were young.

However, the development of the story is generally the same.

From frequent contact after graduation, to less and less contact in junior high school, high school, and finally college and work.
Until that avatar lies quietly in the friend list for a long time and no longer jumps.

The two lines that had only failed to entangle gradually became parallel lines that would never intersect.

Sakurai Itsuki also recalled the past and felt a little melancholy.

"Oh, so you're sorry to have lost contact with your childhood sweetheart."

Sato Wakaba looked at the somewhat dazed Sakurai Itsuki, pursed her lips slightly, and then suggested with a wandering look:

"How about you post a missing person notice on Twitter to find her? You're pretty popular right now, huh? If you're worried about being unmasked, just leave a codeword that only you two can understand. Maybe she's reading your comics somewhere too. Isn't that super romantic?"

"Boring, and using code words. Forget about reading my comics, it's good enough that she just remembers me. And what's the point of getting my contact information back? She can't help me draw comics, and we've long since run out of common topics."

Sakurai Itsuki decisively rejected her proposal and sighed, "Time is much more powerful than you think."

"Okay, don't be sad. I can be your childhood sweetheart too! Even if she forgets you, I still remember you. Besides, we have common topics and I can help you draw comics."

Although her brilliant romantic idea was immediately rejected by him, Sato Wakaba happily stood up, took off her gloves, and walked behind Sakurai Itsuki with a pair of scissors in hand, patting his shoulder in comfort. "How can there be a seventeen-year-old childhood sweetheart? You're already past your prime," Sakurai Itsuki grumbled, twitching his lips.

"That's too much! I went to an all-girls school until high school, and no boy had the chance to become my childhood sweetheart! You're the only one who has a chance to be recognized as my childhood sweetheart!"

Sato Wakaba complained unhappily.

"And I'm so cute and lively! Is she cuter than me?"

"Okay, okay, you're the cutest in the world, okay?"

Sakurai Itsuki praised perfunctorily, then put his hands on the keyboard and continued typing.

"You're not serious at all! You have a terrible personality! And your quirks are so weird! It's a wonder your childhood sweetheart can tolerate you."

Sato Wakaba, who was standing behind Sakurai Itsuki, pouted.

"Aren't you my childhood sweetheart?" Sakurai Itsuki answered.

"Huh? You mean you will forget what I look like after seven years?" Sato Wakaba suddenly raised her voice.

"Ms. Sato, I'm really impressed by you. I'm just saying what you said. You're really becoming more and more unreasonable. No wonder you don't have a childhood sweetheart. Who can stand you?"

Sakurai Itsuki was speechless at Sato Wakaba's train of thought.

"You mean you can't stand me?"

"I can bear it, I can bear it. Put down the scissors first. Don't joke with such a dangerous thing."

"Hmph, I'll cut you to death!"

Sato Wakaba angrily snipped the air with scissors and then changed the subject.

"Come to think of it, I was planning on giving everyone in the club a surprise. What a shame! I really want to see their faces when they find out our comic is being serialized."

Two days ago, when Sato Wakaba heard that Sakurai Itsuki had not yet told everyone in the club about the upcoming serialization of "5 Centimeters per Second", she suddenly became interested and excitedly asked Sakurai Itsuki to keep it a secret.

She originally planned to wait until the official serialization, then suddenly bring the magazine to everyone to announce the surprise, and then have a party to celebrate together. That would definitely be fun!
At that time, Sakurai Itsuki also nodded, but what he expected was not the surprise from others, but the frustrated expression of the young lady.

However, this weekend, Hane Shion said that she had something to do, and if it wasn't something important, she wouldn't come.

And it's not just Hane Shion. As the end of the semester is approaching, the seniors in the club who are currently attending college have suddenly become busier than high school students.

Sakurai Itsuki himself hasn't finished writing the first part of the script yet.

After thinking about it, he felt that it was unnecessary to call everyone who was busy from far away just to celebrate this serial surprise.

So everyone unanimously agreed to cancel this week's meeting.

"What a pity! I wanted to celebrate with everyone, but everyone is so busy." Sato Wakaba sighed.

"It's nothing to regret. We'll have plenty of opportunities to celebrate together in the future."

Sakurai Itsuki waved his hand and said, "It's just a small monthly serial."

It is precious and valuable to others, but to Sakurai Itsuki, it is just something he does casually.

"There are some days worth celebrating recently." Sato Wakaba flashed in front of Sakurai Itsuki and winked at him as a "hint."

Sakurai Itsuki pretended not to understand, "But I really want to see what expression that young lady has."

"Speaking of which, Shiyin, has she been working a little too hard lately? I think she looks worse than before."

"That can't be helped. I think she's enjoying it."

At the same time, Hanase Shion was still drawing.

She finally completed the design of almost all the storyboards.

He stood up and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hehe, I'm really pretty awesome after all!"

Although it was very hard work, she still felt a sense of accomplishment when looking at the design draft in front of her.

I seem to have made progress again.

I looked up at the [Sakurai Tree] hanging high on the wall and thought that if I kept improving like this, I would win sooner or later.

Oh, I'm a little tired. It's already the 4th and I've been working all night again.

By the way, today is the day when Jump Square is updated, so let’s relax for a while by reading some comics.

Hanase Shion thought so, switched the web page, and then...
Her world collapsed again.

(End of this chapter)