What are the options for love obstacles in the humanoid Star Platinum's mind?

"None of your business, what? Do you have any thoughts about my cousin?"

"How is that possible? I'm not tired of living yet."

Imamura Kohei waved his hands repeatedly and awkwardly changed the subject, "What are we going to do now? Go to another KTV?"

"Let's just forget about it today..." Kitahara Iori wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and his weak voice made people feel pity.

"Just going back like this? How about this, there's a gym nearby where I have a membership. I can bring a few friends in, so it shouldn't be a problem."

"The gym, it doesn't matter."

"Whatever you want, we're all out anyway."

"Where's Di Taro?"

Kujo Ditaro put away his phone and nodded, "Let's go."

The five of them regrouped and moved to a nearby gym.

"Ah Xin, why did you bring your friends this time?"

The coach at the door looked at the people behind Tokita Shinji with a surprised expression.

"They are all my juniors. They said they wanted to get in shape. I brought them here to try it out. Maybe I can help you expand your business."

"What's the difference between a career and a career? But these friends of yours are all pretty good. If you work hard, you'll definitely have lots of romantic opportunities. Especially this little brother, his physique is... solid."

The coach looked at Kujo Ditaro, who was at the very back, and nodded in amazement. "It's rare to see someone as strong as your friend."

Tokita Shinji laughed, "He practiced it himself, isn't that impressive? I didn't bring any cards, so please help me open the level."

The coach took out his work card, swiped it to open the door, and asked Kujo Ditaro, "Little brother, can I see your legs?"

"....." Kujo Ditaro was stunned and asked, "What did you say?"

"Ha, we coaches all have an occupational disease, we're used to observing other people's bodies. Your upper body is well trained, so I want to see your lower body."

"...No, I'm not used to being watched."

After Kujo Ditaro declined, he followed the four people in front of him and entered the venue one after another.

The coach didn't give up and shouted from a distance, "Little brother, I don't mean anything else, I just want to see you down there."

"puff!"

Kitahara Iori, who was walking behind, couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The next moment, his shoulders were squeezed so hard that they creaked.

Kujo Ditaro increased his strength while asking about the intensity.

"It's broken..I was wrong...I was wrong...Dad, Dad..."

"Oh, what is that?"

Hearing the screams and hideous laughs coming from behind, Kohei Imamura took it for granted and raised his hand to point at a piece of equipment.

Tokita Shinji turned his head and explained, "Seated chest press, for training chest muscles."

"Oh, what about this one?"

"The seated pull-down machine, for training back muscles, is one of the more popular equipment here."

"What about this one?"

"The rowing machine is an effective full-body workout."

After asking about several pieces of equipment, Imamura Kohei held his chin in his hand and asked seriously, "Hmm...these are all very strenuous. Is there any equipment that doesn't require much effort but still allows me to exercise?"

"..." Tokita Shinji narrowed his eyes and grinned, "Yes, for example, if I hit you, there's a saying in fitness that hitting the same spot repeatedly can effectively train that muscle."

Imamura Kohei waved his hands repeatedly and begged for mercy: "Senior, I was just joking, don't take it seriously..."

Before he could finish his words, his shoulders were pinched.

"Kouhei, you... your limbs are weak, your steps are loose, and your reactions are slow. It's time for some proper training."

"Senior, I understand. I'll practice now, so can you let me go?"

"The biggest enemy of a fitness enthusiast is laziness. If no one supervises you, it's hard to stick to it. So, I'll help you with the next training."

Imamura Kohei's mouth twitched, and he smiled and said, "I see, but Iori is similar to me, and he also lacks the supervision of his seniors."

"You fucking idiot..." Kitahara Iori just shouted when his neck was strangled.

"It's okay, I'll do this."

"Di Taro, what have I done to deserve this?"

"Don't worry, we're all friends."

Ignoring other people's gazes, Kujo Ditaro carried the person onto the treadmill as if he were carrying a dog.

"Start now, warm up for ten kilometers."

"...Ten kilometers?! Warming up? Wait a minute!"

"Not satisfied? Then lift dumbbells."

Looking at the large dumbbells that Kujo Ditaro was pointing at, Kitahara Iori smiled calmly, "Ten kilometers is ten kilometers!"

"Wait a minute, what are you pressing? So fast? And such a steep slope? Damn it! How can this be repaired?"

Kujo Ditaro took two steps back and gave a thumbs-up in satisfaction, "Keep going."

"You..." Kitahara Iori gritted his teeth, but the tracks underneath were spinning too fast, leaving him no time to speak.

hum!

Kujo Ditaro took out his cell phone and looked at the unexpected text message with surprise in his eyes.

Chapter 32: You let JOJO lift a barbell?

【Kujo-kun, I'm done washing. 】

The sender of the text message was none other than Kamio Kiyoko.

Kujo Ditaro was a little surprised. How could girls nowadays be so efficient in taking a bath?

According to past experience, shouldn’t a girl disappear after sending a message like “shower, eat, sleep”?

[Kujo-kun, what are you doing now? ]

Looking at the newly appeared text message, Kujo Ditaro thought for a moment and quickly typed a line of words.

[I'm at the gym. By the way, have you really showered?]

"Hmm? Why are you asking? I'm done washing."

[It's okay, I was probably walking too fast and lost track of time. Just wash yourself.]

[Hmm... Kujo-kun really loves sports. He was running at night earlier, and now he's at the gym. Is he kidding?]

"Di Taro..."

Kujo Ditaro raised his head, looked at Kitahara Iori who was sweating profusely, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I can't run anymore, really..."

“It’s only five hundred meters…”

"dad...."

Kujo Ditaro reached out and pressed a few buttons on the control panel, and the speed of the treadmill track decreased.

Kitahara Iori ran slower and slower until the tracks stopped completely. He was exhausted and fell to his knees.

"You practice slowly, I'll go look somewhere else."

Kujo Ditaro took his cell phone and turned to walk away.

Kitahara Iori was so tired that he didn't even have the energy to take a glance.

"Brother, how did you practice this? It's amazing."

Kujo Ditaro walked to the barbell area, found a bench to sit on, and wanted to reply to the message quietly.

However, his muscular body was too conspicuous, and several strong men lifting dumbbells surrounded him with smiles.

"These muscles are amazing."

"Brother, how much can you lift? How many years have you been working out?"

"..."

As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person. Although he didn't want to pay attention to the people in front of him, he was still very pleased to hear their respectful tone.

At least, compared to those vulgar women who only care about young and handsome men, his strong body finally has an audience that appreciates its value.

Kujo Ditaro turned off his phone and said, "About... two years."

"Two years? Two years is enough to train like this? Brother, I'll pay you, just sell me your training method."

"Come on, everyone can lift weights. There are only a few who can compete in the Olympics. They've only been able to do this in two years. They must be incredibly talented, understand?"

"Hey, you can't even take a joke, bro. You're already at the gym, why are you still holding your phone? You're not doing anything."

Facing the urging of those around him, Kujo Ditaro waved his hand and said, "I can't push away work matters. Go and practice your own things. Don't worry about me."

"Hey, brother, work is important, but you're off work now. Mixing rest with work can really affect your quality of life. Come on, give us an example."

"..."

Kujo Ditaro tried to refuse again and again, but somehow, more and more strong men gathered around him.

When he stood up and wanted to leave, he saw that almost everyone in the gym was looking over here.

After a long silence, he put away his phone and nodded, "Okay, where's the barbell?"

"Here, bro, how many pounds are you going to lift?"

"Whatever, two or three hundred pounds will be fine."

"Okay, then we'll start with 250 kilograms and gradually increase it."

“…”

Kujo Ditaro was stunned and couldn't help but think to himself, could it be that I quoted too low a price?

In fact, the weight of two or three hundred kilograms is already an astronomical figure that cannot be lifted for many people.

But this is a gym, and what it lacks the least is strong men.

These strong men think they are not as good as Kujo Ditaro, so they subconsciously think that the latter can lift much heavier than they can.

"What's going on? Why is Di Taro holding the link? Is this what... a tall tree attracts the wind?"

Kitahara Iori gathered the other three people and watched and discussed.

"There's no way. With Di Taro's size, he's bound to get booed in this place."

"But with Di Taro's strength, he can probably lift up to 400 kilograms."

"Four hundred pounds? What does that mean? Three and a half of me?"

"Well, if you lift that much, even if you're fine right away, you'll probably die from internal bleeding afterwards."

"...Okay, but the world record for weightlifting is only over 400 pounds. Can Di Taro lift that much?"

As soon as these words fell, the image of a single person holding a stone slab flashed in their minds again.

"You'll know if it works or not once you see it."

"Two hundred and fifty kilograms..."

Kujo Ditaro stood in front of the barbell and squatted down while muttering to himself.

It’s not that I’m worried about not being able to lift it, I’m just thinking about whether I should act in a more strenuous manner?

After all, he acted too relaxed, and these strong men who worship strength would definitely not let him go easily.

But if I try too hard to act, I'm afraid people will laugh at me for being tall in vain, right?

While thinking, Kujo Ditaro was not idle either. He held both sides of the horizontal bar with his hands, and then... lifted it up with a little force.

"can!"