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Chapter 90 What do you want to do to me! (Subscribe!)
Night, eight o'clock.

Sato Wakaba opened the door and turned on the light.

The furnishings in the room were the same as usual, but it inexplicably made her feel empty.

Sakurai Itsuki had sent her a message before, saying that he had seen Hanase Shion's progress and it was quite a bit behind.

He had to finish it before tomorrow morning, so he told her not to wait for him to come back for dinner today.

He stayed at Hanase's house and stayed up late to catch up on the progress.

At that time, Sato Wakaba happily replied to the message: [It would be great if I could catch up! ]

And sent a [Come on!] emoticon to cheer Sakurai Itsuki up.

In fact, whether then or now, she was genuinely happy about this matter.

I just always feel that beneath the happiness, there is a bit of weird emotion hidden.

It turned out to be because of those gossipy guys who said something weird.
Sato Wakaba ate alone, washed the dishes alone, watched TV alone, and fed the two pufferfish, Asa and Sakura, alone.

Then another person went upstairs and lay on the bed alone.

Her life had always been like this before Sakurai Itsuki moved here.

But why do I start to feel lonely living alone in this house?
Better sleep!
We'll be officially performing at the school festival tomorrow, so we need to rest well and show our best side tomorrow.

After washing up, Sato Wakaba lay on the bed with her eyes closed tightly.

Can't sleep
I closed my eyes harder, but still couldn't fall asleep.
It's already night, he should still be at Shiyin's house.

What are they doing now?
There had been a lot of gossip about me and Ashu before, but I didn't care at all.

But why am I so worried now that I can’t sleep?
Sato Wakaba suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling.

No, I can’t sleep at all!

Why is this happening? It's so annoying!
I clearly have to get up very early tomorrow to prepare!

Sato Wakaba was rarely upset, and angrily threw the "Asuka" lying next to her to the end of the bed.

After being stunned for a moment, he let out a long sigh.

"Ah, what am I doing?"

Sato Wakaba raised her finger and tapped her forehead.

It was clearly me who asked Ah Shu to go over and help.
Why am I still being so picky and uncomfortable?
Besides, he and I are not in that kind of relationship.
Thinking of this, Sato Wakaba stood up again, crawled to the corner of the wall, and dragged the bear into her arms again.

Then he fell heavily on the bed while holding "Ashu".

Maybe I really have that idea?

The next day.

Hane Shion had a very long and mysterious dream.

She dreamed that she finally became a cartoonist and challenged Haruki Nagayama.

It’s just that Haruki Nagayama is too good, and even if I try my best to draw drafts, I still can’t beat him.

I didn't finish the draft until I was exhausted.

However, a miracle happened.

After she collapsed from exhaustion, she opened her eyes in a daze, only to find that someone had already drawn the entire draft for her.

It’s just like when I was a kid traveling to Sanya, China and heard about the Conch Girl.

She stood up excitedly and looked for her Snakey Maiden, but when the "Snakey Maiden" turned slightly, what caught Hanase Shion's eyes was the annoying face of Sakurai Itsuki.

"call."

Hane Shion suddenly opened her eyes and gasped slightly.

The familiar ceiling and the bright sunlight streaming through the curtains came into view.

It turned out to be a dream.
Hane Shion couldn't help but rub her eyes with the back of her hand. Why did she have such a strange dream?

I don't think Sakurai Itsuki would be so gentle as to help me draw the draft.

He will definitely laugh at himself, blaming himself for all the trouble he has caused, and then excitedly hold up his phone and wait for her to cry.
Oh wait, compared to this.
I think I really have a draft that I haven't finished yet.

Hane Shion gradually woke up from her sleep and sat up in shock.

How long had I slept?!
I originally wanted to just give my sister a perfunctory welcome and then quietly get up to draw, but how come I accidentally fell asleep?

Turning my head, I looked at the sunlight coming in through the window.

It was daytime before I went to bed, and it seems to be still daytime now. I don’t feel dizzy anymore, and I feel in very good condition. Maybe I can still be rescued?

She thought about it and quickly copied her phone.

When she looked at the time, she suddenly felt hopeless. It was 14 p.m. when she went to bed, and now it was 10:30.

Time cannot flow backwards, so she could only sleep until the next morning.

It's over, screwed again.

I missed the exams and even failed to submit the comics on time.

Just like what Sakurai Itsuki said, he lost both sides.

It was the first time that I finally announced to everyone that I wanted to be a cartoonist, and I received unanimous recognition and praise from everyone.

As a result, I was arrogant and messed things up.

She curled up slightly and looked at her toes, her vision becoming blurry again.

Just when tears suddenly blurred my vision again, the screen of my mobile phone kept flashing.

It’s a message on Line.

Mostly they are volunteers from the student union.

She picked up the phone beside her pillow with some fear and clicked on it, not knowing how to face everyone she had let down.

I opened the group chat and suddenly found that the messages in the group chat were completely different from what I imagined.

Our comic posters have been very well received!

[It's gotten tons of hits on social media! I think its popularity is only rivaled by the stage play featuring the incredibly good-looking male and female leads from Class A back in 2.]

【Haze-san is amazing! He drew me so vividly! 】

"That's enough! Shion has beautified you too much. You're much uglier than your cartoon image!"

[Come to think of it, a lot of people are researching the clues, and even online there are a lot of people analyzing them. This idea is really interesting!]

"It's Hanase-san. Otherwise, she's just a professional. But when you think about it, our requests are really excessive! It's amazing that she can do it!"

"Eh?"

Hane Shion tilted her head as she looked at the group chat.

Then I looked at the pictures they sent and blinked in confusion.

She remembered that she had never drawn this picture before, right?
However, this storyboard and lines were indeed designed by her. Why is it like this?

Could it be that there really is a Conch Girl and dreams are real?
Hane Shion turned her head and suddenly saw a figure sitting on her chair in the corner of the bedroom in the distance.

He was lying on his desk, as if sleeping.

Hanase Shion was shocked.

Then he got up from the bed on tiptoe, tilted his body and looked around.

What came into view was a familiar profile, the person I had just dreamed of.

"Ah? Sakurai Itsuki!?" Hanase Shion exclaimed.

Am I still dreaming?

Why do I keep dreaming about him?
Hane Shion hesitated a little, but still raised her hand and slapped herself in the face.

Snapped!
After a crisp sound, a burning pain came from my face.

Hiss. It hurts! Is this a dream?
Wait, if this isn't a dream, why is Sakurai Itsuki in my bedroom?

And, and
Hane Shion looked up and saw the sticky notes still stuck on the wall.

The good news is that for some reason, the sky over the school festival did not collapse unexpectedly.

But the bad news is that the sky on the other side really collapsed.

"Ah! It's over!"

At this moment, she really wanted to strangle herself to death and never wake up.

Sakurai Itsuki also noticed the slap given to him by Hane Shion and slowly woke up.

Turning around, I saw Hane Shion standing by the bed in loose pajamas, her face red and sparkling, with a slap mark on it.

When Hanase Shion and Sakurai Itsuki looked at each other, they were petrified on the spot, as if even their breathing had stopped.

"Ah, you're awake. You really can sleep well." Sakurai Itsuki yawned and greeted Hanase Shion.

After hearing this, Hane Shion came back to her senses and looked down at her pajamas.

Then he quickly got into bed and crawled into the quilt, and hurriedly hid himself with the quilt, shrinking into the corner of the bed farthest from Sakurai Itsuki.

She stuck out half of her red head and stammered, "Why are you in my bedroom? What do you want to do to me?"

(End of this chapter)