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

[I followed your wishes and rejected your brother's request.]

After walking a distance, Kujo Ditaro took out his cell phone and replied to a text message.

Not long after the message was sent, there was a reply.

[Thank you. My brother's brain isn't very good. He's never passed any exams since he was little. Don't take his words seriously.]

[Is there? He's a very enthusiastic person, I think he's a good person.]

[Enthusiastic... indeed, but... alas.]

Looking at this emotional text message, Kujo Ditaro felt inexplicably pitiful.

Just as I was about to type a reply, a familiar voice came from beside me.

"Di Taro, we have to go back."

"Are you leaving? It's only around eight o'clock now, right?"

Turning his head to look at the four people coming over, Kujo Ditaro was a little surprised.

"Sister Nanahua sent a message asking the three of us to go back first, so we have to disperse first."

"Okay, let's go."

The five people left together and only went their separate ways after reaching the intersection.

Walking alone on the way home, Kujo Ditaro's mind was full of plans for the future.

Compared to earning a million in royalties from pornographic comics, serializing "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure" is more promising.

However, to be on the safe side, the progress of the porn comics cannot be slowed down too much, otherwise I will feel less like drawing them as time goes by.

Um.....

It seems that the safest way is to be busy on both ends.

Kujo Ditaro took out his cell phone, found Sawamura Eriri's email address, and without being too polite, he got straight to the point and asked about the business.

I don’t know if he doesn’t want to reply or if he is not around, but the reply that should come is still not coming.

After waiting for five or six minutes, Kujo Ditaro patiently sent a last tentative smiley face.

Like a stone sinking into the sea, there is still no movement.

In desperation, he wrote and sent a meaningful text message.

.....

[Teacher Kashiwagi, I'm your fan, why are you ignoring me? ]

Looking at the font on the screen, Sawamura Eriri's mouth twitched slightly, and her fangs flickered.

That’s right, she deliberately pretended not to see the previous text message.

It's not that I want to go back on my word, I just feel a little regretful and angry.

You know, the work of a famous painter is very busy.

My hair has become quite thinner due to the constant rush to finish my manuscripts every month, and now I have to teach people how to draw comics.

Too bad!

Eriri Sawamura picked up the phone and waited for a few minutes before replying with a reasonable text message.

I was just taking a shower. If you want to learn comics, you'll have to wait until next month. I'm busy with my manuscripts and don't have time to teach anyone.

"So Mr. Kashiwagi went to take a shower. I'm relieved. Actually, I don't need you to teach me anything else. I just need to learn how to tell a story, that is, the ability to write a plot."

This requires experience. You should read a lot of works and then make a good summary after reading. In short, read more and think more.

Such perfunctory attitude...even more reluctant than I thought.

Kujo Ditaro put down his phone and couldn't help thinking to himself that he really had to spend money to find a professional teaching institution so that he could learn real things.

After making up his mind, he deleted the half-written unsent text message and retyped it.

[Okay, Mr. Kashiwagi, I've taken note of your teachings, but it seems like you're very busy, so I've decided not to learn painting from you anymore.]

"..."

Just as Eriri Sawamura was about to put down her phone, she frowned slightly and raised her hand with a snort.

Looking at the fonts on the screen, I couldn't help but feel stunned.

She rubbed her eyes until she was sure she was not seeing things, and then she began to feel complicated.

Just...give up?

Hey! Do you have perseverance?

And why don’t you come to me to learn? Is it because you think my teaching is not good enough?

Eriri Sawamura puffed out her cheeks and typed a line of words quickly. After thinking carefully, she rejected them all.

He shook his head vigorously and talked to himself contentedly.

"It's best if he doesn't learn from me. Why ask so many questions? Who cares who he learns from? It's not worth worrying about."

"But... maybe I was too perfunctory before, making him think I'm a low-level artist, so he gave up learning from me? You must be kidding, I'm... Kashiwagi Eri!"

After a struggle between two ideas in her mind, Eriri Sawamura made a difficult decision.

"Just asking, um... at least let him know that I'm not a bad painter."

"Well... I'm usually quite busy, but if I can spare some time to teach you how to draw, I still have time. However, if you want to give up, I won't force you..."

The blonde girl muttered as she typed the corresponding text on her phone.

After hesitating for a few minutes, I clicked send.

Less than a minute later, Sawamura Eriri, who was about to take a deep breath, suddenly stopped.

【Well, I won’t learn from you anymore. 】

"You just...just...don't want to learn from me anymore? Why? What's the reason? You bastard!"

"Damn it, I don't believe you gave up just because I'm busy. You bastard, are you looking down on me, Sawamura Spencer Eriri's level?!"

"No, I must ask for the reason..."

The blonde girl, who felt her dignity was trampled upon, kept baring her teeth like an angry little cat.

The little canine teeth at the corners of the lips make him look extremely fierce, but...very cute.

Although she wanted to get to the bottom of the matter, Sawamura Eriri felt that she would lose face if she pressed the issue too persistently.

Holding the two edges of the phone, she leaned her head against the back of the chair, her beautiful, soft blonde hair flowing down naturally and generously.

Looking up at the phone above, paragraph after paragraph of text was constantly being written and deleted, but...never sent again.

"..."

After not receiving any messages for a long time, Kujo Ditaro silently put away his phone.

After taking a look at the nearby streets and finding the right direction, he started jogging.

After running about a few hundred meters, I felt a slight vibration in my pocket.

Slowly stopping, Kujo Ditaro took out his cell phone and saw that it was a text message from Kamio Kiyoko, which made him feel a little curious.

【Kujo-kun, are you home yet? 】

[Not yet, but it will be soon.]

【I hope you can forget everything my brother said.】

[Sorry to bring this up again, it's just... I'm really concerned about it...]

"..."

Even if the text is emotionless, one can still clearly feel the shyness and cuteness that are unique to young girls.

For some reason, Kujo Ditaro suddenly felt that being a lolicon might not be a bad idea.

However...a loli body does not mean a loli heart.

At this moment, Kamio’s home.

The purple-haired loli leaned against the wall, sending text messages with a slightly blushing face while fiddling with the metal baseball bat beside her.

When the two opposing factors of cuteness and violence are intertwined, the atmosphere in the venue always becomes extremely depressing.

With a creak, the door slowly opened from the outside.

"I'm going back..."

Chapter 35: The Dance King in the Minefield

".....coming."

Kamiosuke, with a smile on his face, looked at the scene after the door opened, and his expression suddenly froze.

Without any hesitation, he ran away.

"Protein powder... in the cupboard."

"..."

Kamiosuke stopped and sighed, "Are you going to make it this big?"

"Don't you have any idea what you've done?" Kamio Kiyoko picked up the bat, her expression neither happy nor worried.

"Qingzi, I did this for you..."

Looking at the silver baseball bat in front of him, Kamiosuke knelt down without saying anything.

Without any dignity at all, this strong man began to confess with tears in his eyes.

"Qingzi, I'm really thinking about you. You're short and not very good-looking, so it's definitely going to be hard for you to find a boyfriend in the future. I've seen that boy, and his genes will definitely make your child taller."

“…”

Kamio Kiyoko put away her phone, folded her hands on the bat, and said with a smile: "Well, I see, that's how it is. So what then?"

"Eh? You're not angry anymore, Qingzi?"

The simple-minded Kamiosuke was so overjoyed that his saliva flew. "Then... I was worried that you couldn't keep that boy, so I wanted to help you and bring him home to show our parents. If our parents are satisfied, the whole family will give you the greatest support both materially and spiritually."

Kamio Kiyoko narrowed her eyes and smiled, her voice sweet and beautiful, "Brother, you are so thoughtful. I am very touched. So... have you finished your last words?"

"Hmm? Last words?" Kamiosuke rubbed the back of his head, his tone a bit silly, "Kiyoko, did you say it wrong? What last words?"

"Brother, do you know why I hate muscle men like you?"

Kamio Kiyoko said as she raised the metal bat, "Because, idiots like you make it hard for me to have feelings for muscle men, but now it seems that I don't hate muscle men, but... idiots!"

The shiny metal bat reflected a huge face distorted with fear.

Kamiosuke prostrated himself on the ground, his voice so loud and crying that it almost shook the earth.

"Sister! This is made of iron! It can kill people!"

“…”

With a cold light in her eyes, Kamio Kiyoko smashed down with a stick without any hesitation.

With a bang, there was a sound of explosion in my ears.

"Thank the law, idiot!"

Hearing the sound of the baseball bat falling to the ground, Kamiosuke raised his head in a daze.

Looking at the figure walking away, I couldn't help but mutter, "How can I get married in the future if I'm so fierce..."

"call..."

Kiyoko Kamio stopped, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, picked up the slippers beside her, and rushed back with murderous intent on her face!

"Eh? Qing...Qingzi...don't...Pfft...!"

.....

It was already past nine o'clock in the evening when Kujo Ditaro returned home.