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

Chapter 139: Still a bit like a date

Sakurai Itsuki was led by the arm holding his wrist through the crowd to a barber shop that only accepted appointments.

As soon as he let go of his hand, Sakurai Itsuki was pressed down on the chair by Hane Shion.

Then, the girl excitedly told the stylist with artistic hair what he wanted to do for Sakurai Itsuki's hair.

"Actually, I think it would be better to just cut it shorter."

Just as Sakurai Itsuki was about to interrupt, he was harshly rejected by Hanase Shion.

"I can't be careless this time. I've already said that tonight's dinner is very important, and you are also related to my image! Trust my aesthetic! My painting style has always been praised."

"Fine."

Listening to the conversation between the two, people in the store cast envious glances at Sakurai Itsuki.

Sakurai Jize thought to himself, brothers, stop being envious, I’m really not a gigolo kept by a beautiful girl.

We are just doing hair together now.

Hiss. Something seems even more wrong.

But people here probably won’t understand. Anyway, if Sato Wakaba asks about it in the future, I’ll explain it this way.

Turning around, I saw Hane Shion happily continuing to discuss her ideas with the stylist.

This guy, doesn't he think this is funny?
Forget it, for the sake of gratitude, Sakurai Itsuki just let her be.

After some communication, the stylist understood what she meant and then started to work on it.

And Hane Shion sat quietly behind her.

Staring at him intently, doing nothing.

Watching him change step by step according to her ideas, she felt an indescribable satisfaction and joy in her heart.

Just like, little girls are always obsessed with dressing up Barbie dolls?
No, maybe it's another kind of emotion.

It feels like he is so obedient and follows my thoughts today.

It seemed as if he belonged only to himself.
Half past four in the afternoon.

"Well, just come pick us up in Shibuya later."

Hanase Shion continued on the phone and reported her location to the driver specially sent by Shueisha to pick up the guests and take them to the venue.

She also made a simple change to her hairstyle, bundling her long black hair, which usually hung down her back, behind her head, revealing her snow-white neck.

After preparing Sakurai Itsuki's outfit as planned, Hane Shion did not follow the conventional path of dragging her around Shibuya Mall to stroll around and spend money.

She didn't have much interest in those behaviors, and she also knew that Sakurai Itsuki didn't like them.

She couldn't drag him around as naturally and forcefully as Sato Wakaba did and follow her will.

Helping Sakurai Itsuki decide on his outfit for tonight and finding an excuse to hold his hand was the toughest thing she had ever done after risking everything.

Therefore, for the rest of the time, the two of them just sat quietly on the benches in Shibuya's famous city park, killing time while waiting for the arrival of Shueisha's special car.

There were two cups of coco milk tea on the bohemian wooden table in front of the two of them.

In fact, wearing such expensive clothes, perhaps you should drink some hand-ground Blue Mountain coffee to match your temperament.

Hane Shion, who has a deep understanding of the tea ceremony, originally did not like drinks that used sweet things like sugar and milk to cover up the flavor of the tea.

However, Hane Shion, who had nothing to do, looked at the young men and women queuing at the door of the milk tea shop, and they all looked so sweet and sickening.

After a slight hesitation, she took the initiative to touch him lightly with her arm, then shyly extended her wrist to Sakurai Itsuki, and then pointed to the milk tea shop: "There, there are a lot of people over there too."

Sakurai Itsuki also understood what she meant and gently held her wrist.

The two of them were not like those close couples on the streets of Shibuya who always had endless things to talk about.

The two of them didn't talk much, and were even quite quiet most of the time.

However, fortunately, because of the warmth coming from her wrist, Hane Shion felt that she could still barely keep up with the pace.

It has a little bit of a date feel to it.

Although it doesn't seem to be a date in name.

In short, the two of them were among a group of trendy young men and women, wearing expensive custom-made dresses, holding hands, and queuing up to buy two cups of pudding milk tea.

Because their temperament and appearance were so transcendent, it was no surprise that people around them focused their attention on them.

Many people were whispering, "What a lovely couple!" "Is this an internet celebrity, or are they filming a romantic comedy?"

Hane Shion was so happy that her mouth almost curled up when she heard these discussions.

She would also be regarded as his girlfriend by others, so there would be nothing wrong with calling it a date.

Hane Shion sipped her milk tea in small sips.

It's really too sweet, but it seems there's nothing wrong with dessert.

Five o'clock.

On the road in Shibuya, a black Toyota Century slowly stopped.

The driver, wearing a bow tie, a suit and white gloves, got out of the car, walked to the door and opened it for the two of them.

The driver raised his hand and placed it on the door frame to prevent the distinguished guests from bumping their heads. "Teachers, please."

When Sakurai Itsuki saw this scene, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it's really good to be rich.

Hanase Shion quickly sipped the sweet milk tea through the straw, drank it all, threw it into the trash can, and got into the car with Sakurai Itsuki. After getting in the car, she opened her bag, took out a bunch of exquisite accessories, and then put them on.
Then she took off her warm boots and prepared to change into the shoes she had carefully selected for tonight.

This action naturally attracted Sakurai Itsuki's attention.

Hane Shion, who had just taken off her white cotton socks and was putting one bare foot on the leather seat, also noticed his gaze.

She raised her head, pouting slightly, and remembering the driver was there, she stifled her tone and just mouthed, "Rogue."

Sakurai Itsuki was actually just looking at her face, but this action made his gaze move to her white feet.

She scolded me, but she didn't say I was not allowed to look.

"Still looking! Humph."

She lowered her chin and glared at Sakurai Itsuki gently with a completely non-aggressive look, but did not stop him further. She just blushed and quickened her movements.

This made Sakurai Itsuki a little disappointed.

When a row of black luxury cars stopped in front of a small manor, Sakurai Itsuki truly understood the power of Shueisha.

This scene is really exaggerated.

But after thinking about it carefully, I understand.

Those who came to the party were all Jump editors, serialized cartoonists, and even executives from other departments.

The editors of Jump can earn an average of 8 to 9 million yen a year, or even close to 10 million yen, which is a high salary even among the white-collar workers in Tokyo.

And this is just the lowest-income group in the venue.

Not to mention the executives and the cartoonists who are currently serializing the comics.

Guys earning hundreds of millions of yen a year can be found everywhere here.

Not to mention, there are super monsters like Oda and Kishimoto. It is not an exaggeration to say that there are rich people everywhere. Such a pomp is also worthy of their status.

But what really shocked Sakurai Itsuki was not the gorgeously decorated venue.

It was the girl standing in front of the gorgeous venue, looking back with a smile.

"Let's go, why are you standing there?"

Hane Shion took off her coat, put it in the luggage storage, got a number tag, turned around and urged.

Before, he had only taken a quick glance at her and she shyly covered the light blue evening dress with her windbreaker. Sakurai Itsuki was only stunned for a moment, but didn't have time to take a good look at her.

And now, Hane Shion has done her hair, put on accessories, and looks back under the bright lights.

Only then did Sakurai Itsuki realize the true charm.

With this outfit, she looks elegant and dignified, but also a little playful like a Persian cat.

Just like a princess in an isekai comic.

"Are you stunned by this magnificent venue? Seriously, he's clearly a great cartoonist."

She covered her mouth lightly and laughed softly at Sakurai Itsuki.

But Sakurai Itsuki forgot to argue with her. He did not easily win the verbal battle with her as usual.

However, Hanase Shion had not yet realized that what amazed Sakurai Itsuki was not the venue, but herself, who was wearing a gorgeous dress and had eyes as bright as gems, enough to make all the precious jewelry on her body dim.

"Is it that shocking?" Seeing that Sakurai Itsuki actually faced her joke and did not talk back, Hanase Shion tilted her head and asked curiously.

"It's amazing you."

"Ah I?"

Just one sentence from Sakurai Itsuki, and the person who was stunned became Hanase Shion.

After hearing his words, her chest began to beat violently and her breathing became rapid.

What does this mean?
Faced with his proactive and straightforward praise, Hane Shion was excited and confused. She opened her mouth slightly but didn't know what to say.

While pondering over how to respond.

Sakurai Itsuki's voice reached her ears again: "It's really shocking. It's hard to imagine that this gorgeously dressed girl in front of me could draw something so heavy and perverted."

Hanase Shion didn't need to think twice and immediately cursed under her breath: "I told you not to say that kind of thing! Idiot!"

She thought he was attracted to her.
Fortunately, I didn't accidentally say anything embarrassing just now.

I was almost tricked into using his ultimate move by his feint.

"We're all professionals here. It's okay, we understand." Sakurai Itsuki waved his hand, trying to regain his composure as he walked into the venue. "Come on in! Your dress is so thin, aren't you cold?"

"Humph, I'm so angry now because of you that I'm almost having a fever."

After complaining, Hanase Shion looked at Sakurai Itsuki, whose entire body was chosen by her, and smiled slightly.

She followed him with excitement, and walked with him into the world of cartoonists that she had long imagined.

She knew very well that the heat in her heart was not anger.

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PS: Today's chapter is almost three thousand words. Logically, I should write another chapter, but I don't know if it's because I've been working too hard recently, but I feel sleepy and tired easily, and I also have a slight cold.

I was also very tired last night. I slept all the way until morning and finished writing the update in the morning. But then I thought about it and it seemed that this was actually a normal routine. I might as well just make the best of it and adjust my routine.

It's time to take care of your health, my family. Everyone needs to exercise some self-discipline for the sake of their health! Good night, I love you all.

(End of this chapter)