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

Chapter 98 She is also a bit scheming woman

There was only a storage room for two people left.

The two looked at each other.

Sato Wakaba stared at Sakurai Itsuki with an expressionless face.

"Am I really that handsome?" It was rare for Sakurai Itsuki to take the initiative to speak.

Sakurai Itsuki originally planned to go home directly after watching the show alone, and then tell her later that he had actually come to see her performance.

However, just as the performance ended, before the usually slow-paced Sakurai Itsuki could even make his entrance, his cell phone rang.

As soon as the phone was placed next to her ear, Sato Wakaba's command rang out: "Don't run! Come to the backstage utility room!"

Obviously, Sato Wakaba on the stage had already noticed him below the stage.

No wonder he always felt that when performing, she seemed to always look in this direction intentionally or unintentionally.

"What kind of logic is this?" Sato Wakaba asked with a cold face, putting his hands in front of his arms.

"If I'm not handsome, how could you recognize me among so many people?" Sakurai Itsuki joked.

"Didn't the teacher tell me that if I stood on the stage, I could see everything you guys were doing?" Sato Wakaba explained, then finally challenged, "Didn't I tell you to rest at home?"

Sakurai Itsuki glanced at Sato Wakaba's face and replied, "It's okay now."

Sato Wakaba still pretended to be angry: "What do you mean by this? A surprise? Do you think I'll be happy?"

"Can't I just come and watch it myself?" Sakurai Itsuki asked, then raised his finger and gently flicked her forehead, "Your acting now is not as good as it was on stage just now."

"Haha" Sato Wakaba, who was exposed, stopped pretending, touched her forehead and burst out laughing.

"Really? I thought I could really scare you, but I'm actually a little angry."

Sato Wakaba thought that her acting wasn't as good as it was on stage, probably because her inner emotions were about to overflow.

A little bit of anger wrapped in a little bit of throbbing, and of course the joy that gushed out after completely sweeping away the loss.

"Did you enjoy the porridge? Did you take your medicine? And, you didn't sneak in anything spicy, did you?"

Probably due to the atmosphere of everyone's booing and her, she seemed a little excited and asked a lot of questions with concern.

"You really treat me like a child?" Sakurai Itsuki rolled his eyes at Sato Wakaba, but still answered the question, "I drank the porridge and took the medicine. I didn't eat anything else. I drank a bottle of Pocari Sweat in the middle. If you talk too much, you'll quickly become like an aunt. I'm fine now."

"Is everything really okay?"

Sato Wakaba took half a step forward towards Sakurai Itsuki, stretched out her hands and held Sakurai Itsuki's face again, pressed his head down slightly, then stood on tiptoe and put her forehead against his again.

The two people's skin touched together again.

"Well, it's a little better than this morning, but it's still hot." Sato Wakaba commented as she felt his body temperature.

Even though Sakurai Itsuki reminded her in the morning that this might be a little too intimate, she had obviously forgotten it again.

But of course Sakurai Itsuki didn't feel much disgusted.

Of course, if it were someone else, they would probably be so excited that they would be incoherent if they had this kind of physical contact with a beautiful girl whose appearance alone could attract a lot of people to watch boring dramas.

"That's because I'm shy." Sakurai Itsuki said an excuse that wasn't really an excuse.

"Hey, so you're shy too?"

Sato Wakaba tilted her head slightly curiously, looking at the face she was holding.

It doesn't seem fake. "Um~ Well, I'm sorry. Although I'm happy that you can come to the show today despite being sick, I can't date you just like that. After all, I only want to date with the purpose of getting married."

She loosened her grip on Sakurai Itsuki's face, took a half step back, put her hands behind her back, and made up for the nice guy card that she hadn't been able to give out in the morning.

However, although her lines seemed to be prepared in advance, her expression and tone became more and more perfunctory.

At first, she would bow to him solemnly.

Now her attitude is like punching in at work, she is simply going through the daily routine.

"If you don't want to date me, don't suddenly put your forehead against me." Sakurai Itsuki waved his hand and complained.

"Hmm~ Sorry, I forgot, hehe." Sato Wakaba said, "But, it was just a forehead touch, not that intimate, right? Compared to that, you came backstage to see me alone even though you're sick like this, it makes my classmates think we're closer!"

"Don't you care what others think?" Sakurai Itsuki asked, "Do you want to go to the school festival together?"

"It's mainly because everyone's making such a fuss! They all keep saying 'your Shu' in front of me! As for the school festival, forget it. I'm a hot school idol now, it's too conspicuous! I'm just too good-looking to attract attention."

Sato Wakaba doesn't show off much on weekdays, but she does show off like this occasionally.

Sakurai Itsuki thought it was normal.

A girl as beautiful as her is good enough to be a magazine model
"Then I'll go back. Are you going to go shopping alone? Haven't you always been looking forward to the school festival?"

"You came to take me home. If I leave you sick and go out alone, people will think I'm a scumbag! I don't want that kind of evaluation."

Sato Wakaba put her hands behind her back, walked in front of Sakurai Itsuki, glanced back slightly, and smiled.

"Let's go home. There's not much to see at the school festival. You can go shopping later. If you really want to go shopping, come with me to the supermarket. I'll buy some nourishing food and make you some soup."

"Well, I will pay it well." Sakurai Itsuki said.

"Really~ You make me sound like a scheming, bad woman! But if you insist on paying, it's not impossible, hehe."

Sato Wakaba bared his white teeth.

However, she did have some subtle tricks that were hard to detect.

It was so intense that even Sakurai Itsuki took a long time to come to his senses.

On the day when the two of them officially started talking alone, he just casually said "dumplings" to her countless questions.

But despite being so perfunctory, she always remembered it clearly.

Sakurai Itsuki had just reminded me this morning that touching foreheads was a bit too intimate.

How could she have forgotten in less than three hours?

at the same time.

After receiving the souvenirs, Hane Shion was still struggling as she looked at the two souvenirs in her hands.

It's over. Although I mustered up the courage and found a reasonable reason, I really don't know where his home is.

Did you ask the community? They didn't seem to know the exact location either.

If I ask them to help ask, wouldn't my intentions be too obvious?
You can't really ask Sato Wakaba!

I always feel ashamed.

Ah, no, I’ll just go for it.

It seems that Sakurai Itsuki's illness was not too serious to begin with. If he waited any longer, he would probably recover!
(End of this chapter)