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

Chapter 145 The three beasts are:
It's 4:30 pm in the UK.

On the screen in front of Sato Wakaba, Sakurai Itsuki was lying on the sofa, covered with a quilt, and said tiredly: "That's it, I'm sleepy too."

Sato Wakaba asked with mixed feelings: "Are you going to sleep on the sofa tonight?"

"What else? There are only two beds at home, and your bed is full of dolls. It's too crowded, and I'm too lazy to clean it up." Sakurai Itsuki said.

Sato Wakaba hesitated for a moment, but finally said, "Well, I know Shion is very beautiful and cute, but even if you like Shion, you should not do things that take advantage of her when she is unconscious."

"You don't trust me that much? I'm actually quite a gentleman."

"You just lied to me." Sato Wakaba's evidence left Sakurai Itsuki unable to refute.

"If you're really worried, I'll leave my phone here and you can watch me sleep, okay?" Sakurai Itsuki said.

"Forget it. It's almost five o'clock here, and I have to go help Mom and Dad prepare dinner. I don't have time to watch you sleep."

Sato Wakaba shook her head. That was indeed too much.

If you are too controlling, you might end up annoying him.

Although she actually wanted to do so in her heart.

"Okay, Happy New Year. I might even be able to spend New Year's Eve with you when I get up. Bye."

After saying goodbye to Sato Wakaba, Sakurai Itsuki hung up the phone and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

There were really a lot of troubles tonight, but I finally got through this difficulty.

As for how Sato Wakaba will settle accounts with herself later, we will talk about it later.

After Sakurai Itsuki hung up the video call on Line, he found a bunch of messages on Line wishing him a happy new year.

There are members from social groups, as well as seniors in the industry who have just joined.

Sakurai Itsuki gave a brief reply to each one.

However, when he clicked on Yuki Mizuno's avatar, he raised his eyebrows.

Yuki Mizuno: [Happy New Year! I hope that in the new year, you will always encounter things you like, weather you like, and people you like.]

Mizuno Yuki: [Of course, it would be even better if I were the one you like.]

She is still so straightforward.

It was so straightforward that even the usually thick-skinned Sakurai Itsuki felt a little shy.

Yuki Mizuno: [Haha! By the way, are you free on January 1th? I want to talk to you about your new video, and I also want to ask you for a favor.]

Sakurai Itsuki looked at the news and thought to himself, these things really keep happening one after another without stopping.

However, January 1th is eight days later, so it can't be said that one crisis follows another.

There is nothing particularly important to do during this period, and Sato Wakaba will stay in the UK until January 1th.

Sakurai Itsuki: [Happy New Year. I should be free on January 1th.]

Yuki Mizuno: [That's great! I'm going to Tokyo in January to take an exam and will be attending events there later, so I hope you can help me find a good house.]

Just 2 seconds after Sakurai Itsuki sent the message, it was shown as [read], and in the 3rd second, Mizuno Yuki's reply was sent to Sakurai Itsuki.

It's almost two in the morning. It seems she has been waiting for news from me.
At this moment, the United Kingdom.

Sato Wakaba hung up the video call with extremely complicated feelings.

Although she trusted the two of them, she still cared about them.

Although she knew that everything Sakurai Itsuki did was reasonable and natural, she still felt very uncomfortable.

Ah, am I too selfish?
He had clearly deliberately prevented Shiyin from meeting him alone before.

But when it’s my turn, I always feel so uncomfortable.

However, I left on the 30th, and he brought other girls back home to spend the night on the 31st. I think other people would feel bad too, right?

Sato Wakaba raised her hand and looked at her palm.

Holding hands.
I haven't even held hands with him properly yet.

After all, he and I don't have that kind of relationship yet.

Ah. Am I feeling so bad because I’m jealous of her?
Sato Wakaba pouted slightly, feeling quite depressed and worried.

"Sister, sister, is the person you're calling your boyfriend?"

Sato Wakaba's younger sister, who had just started elementary school, pushed open the door of her bedroom and asked a question in a baby voice, bringing her back from her thoughts.

"No, we're friends."

Sato Wakaba shook her head, held her sister in her arms and walked out.

"Ruoye, you don't look very happy. Did you have a fight with your boyfriend? Or did he make you unhappy?"

Sato Wakaba's mother turned around and asked.

As for his father, the old-fashioned uncle from Tokyo, he silently swallowed a sip of whiskey.

Obviously, the fact that my daughter went all over the city looking for dumplings just to spend the New Year's Eve with a boy, just to have a bite with him through the screen, has made the matter clear enough.

"It's nothing. You just think too much. He and I are really not in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship." Sato Wakaba shook her head.

"Ruoye, you are bold and cheerful in every aspect, but you seem a little too cautious and shy about this. You have "I like him" written all over your face." Sato's mother teased her daughter with a smile.

The British seem to be much more open in this regard.

"Being cautious is not a bad thing, it's a good thing." Sato's father, who was drinking whiskey in the corner, interrupted.

Sato's mother turned around and glanced at the child's father with disdain. "No matter how much you hate it, this day will come sooner or later. Do you want to see your daughter miss her lover and only be able to accompany an old man like you and cry?"

"I will only date someone if I'm sure I want to marry him. This is something I've decided since I was a kid!"

Sato Wakaba said this, but she did not deny that she liked that boy.

"That's right! Besides, what's wrong with a daughter accompanying her father? If she cries, her father is there for her."

Sato's father nodded, and then retaliated against the child's mother with a look of contempt, as if he had finally won back a point from her because his daughter was on his side.

Sato Wakaba, holding her sister, turned to look out the window at the slowly falling snow. Her mind flashed back to the day when Tokyo had its first snow this year.

"Um, can I go back to Tokyo early?"

Sato Wakaba's words made the old father, who had not said a word of joy, immediately pick up the whiskey again.

As expected, this is the case that girls cannot be kept at home when they grow up. It’s a sin!
If they really get married in the future, I will definitely give that little beast a hard time.

In this way, there are more people in the world who hate Sakurai Itsuki and provide him with negative emotions.

However, Sakurai Itsuki probably wouldn't be happy about having another person providing negative points, after all, this person could really deal with him.

"Hahaha, okay, how long do you plan to take to return to Tokyo?" Sato's mother was quite open-minded about this matter.

Hearing her daughter always talking about that boy so happily in front of her, she thought he must be really good.

If that's the case, she wouldn't mind hugging her grandson sooner.

"Well, I'll see about January 1th." Although Sato Wakaba was anxious to go back to see him, she decided to take time to spend with her family.

Therefore, I only planned to go a few days in advance.

Sato Wakaba couldn't help but wonder what his expression would be if she suddenly went back early?

Will it be a surprise or a shock?

New Year's Day.

Everything in the world should be harmonious.

But in a certain corner of the Internet, there is no peace.

"No, people who like Touma, do they like to cheat? I feel like that's very low moral."

[Hehe, do people who like Setsuna like to backstab their friends? Setsuna is such a bitch!]

Due to someone's deliberate instigation, the discussion topic of "White Album", which had a peaceful atmosphere at the beginning, gradually became full of hostility.

[No, no one would think that Setsuna isn't a mistress, right? It was Touma and Haruki who liked each other in the beginning! Touma was kind enough to give up first, and Setsuna knew they liked each other, yet she still acted like this.]

[Hehe, we just like each other but we're not boyfriend and girlfriend. You slept with someone else behind your girlfriend's back, and you say you and her are true love, and then you call your girlfriend a mistress?]

[I think Touma and Setsuna are both good, but I can only say this: is Haruki a scumbag?]

Someone tried to scold the male protagonist and try to mediate the heated arguments among the fans, but the result was: [Nonsense, you want me to say that? Anyway, Touma is better than Setsuna! ]

Everyone basically agrees that the male protagonist Haruki is a beastly scumbag, and there is nothing worth arguing about.

As a result, the arguments and quarrels between the two sides made the work more and more popular.

This made everyone curious about the origin of this "White Album". The last time they saw such a heated argument, it was between the Kikyo party and the Kagome party, and the Shinran party and the Conan and Ai party.

There is no doubt that the original work that can cause fans of the characters to have a fierce quarrel must be good enough and attractive enough.

This attracted more people to come and start studying "White Album".

This work is actually the debut work of the fan club. Is the original author still a newcomer?
Sakurai Itsuki, where did this immortal come from?

How can you write such a good script the first time?

Is talent worthless these days? Why is it like they're all being sold wholesale?
However, no matter how great he is, this person can write such a disgusting script. Most likely, he is extremely twisted and perverted inside and is definitely not a serious person.

And in another corner of the Internet.

Because of the Versailles interview with Sakura Fujiye that was full of the flavor of "I just drew a cartoon to amuse you, please don't empathize with me."

His comment section has also collapsed.

Many readers were defeated and angrily said, "So you are also a beast, go sit at the same table with Haruki Nagayama."

Yamazaki, a well-known black fan, suddenly posted a screenshot.

It was a picture of Haruki Nagayama and Shu Sakurafuji appearing on the same screen and reposting the tweet of "Sakurai Itsuki" during the promotion of "White Album".

I've decided to quit the industry, but before I do, I want to say these three people are beasts! None of them are clean!

Netizens expressed their agreement, saying, "They're all beasts. Last year was truly a beastly year for the industry."

Normally, a beast like this that can make a sensation in the industry only appears once every few years.

But within the past year, three of them actually emerged.

Although the last one Sakurai Tree did not draw a comic, he was just the original game script.

But like the previous two, he is a genius who reached the top as soon as he debuted.

And ACG, after all, is still one company, and the names of these three people just happen to contain the word "tree".

So Japanese netizens who like to form various chuunibyou groups also decided to include Sakurai Itsuki to make up the number.

But for such a person, calling him a genius is really a bit disgusting to readers.

As a result, this group gained a reputation as "The Three Beasts of the New Era ACG!"

In order of debut, these three beasts are: Haruki Nagayama, Shu Sakurafuji, and Itsuki Sakurai.

I originally thought it would be a happy ending where the original author would bear all the blame.

But later, inexplicably, netizens started arguing again about [who is more beastly].

It really makes people marvel at the wonders of the Internet.

And when everyone was arguing heatedly about who was the more beastly of the three.

The three beasts, Haruki Nagayama, Shuzu Sakurafuji, and Itsuki Sakurai, were now gently knocking on the door of his bedroom.

Behind the door, Hane Shion, who felt dizzy, supported her head and slowly sat up.

She looked at the strange room, then lowered her head to look at her exposed skin.

I was stunned. My brain, which had finally come to its senses, suddenly shut down.
Where am I? What have I done?!

(End of this chapter)