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

When I walked up to the second floor, I saw that there was no light leaking from the gap in the door of the next room, so I couldn't help but lower my steps.

He tiptoed back to the room, sat down in front of the computer desk, and opened the painting software.

"Let's draw the first chapter first."

After setting a small goal, Kujo Ditaro did not hesitate and began the tedious drawing work.

.....

At two o'clock in the morning, Kujo Ditaro was still extremely excited.

It’s not that I’m born to work hard, but the sense of accomplishment after successful creation.

After clicking the save button, he felt a sense of accomplishment and stretched out comfortably.

I picked up my phone and was surprised to see a text message from thirty minutes ago.

However, what surprised him even more was that the person who sent the message at 1:30 in the morning was actually...Eri Sawamura.

【Why don’t you learn from me? 】

Kujo Ditaro sat down and looked at the text message with a strange expression.

To be honest, the meaning of this text message left him puzzled.

After pondering for a long time, he still couldn't figure it out, so he sent a "?" from the bottom of his heart.

Without waiting for a reply, she got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. About ten minutes later, the naked man, his whole body steaming, slowly walked to the table.

"Ok?"

When he picked up the phone, Kujo Ditaro's expression became even more complicated.

【? ? ? 】

That’s right, this girl who visited him late at night actually replied three times in return after he sent her a question mark.

What do you want to ask? Can you be more direct?

After pressing the send button, Kujo Ditaro drank a glass of water while wearing pajamas.

I don’t know how long it was before the phone on the table vibrated.

Kujo Ditaro yawned and checked the messages listlessly.

[Didn’t I tell you? Why don’t you need me to teach you anymore? ]

[Classmate, you don't even have time to finish your manuscript. I'm not a monster. I can't force you to teach me.]

"Are you not a demon? I don't believe that's the reason. Do you think I'm not good enough? I'm not worthy of teaching you how to draw?"

Kujo Ditaro was extremely sleepy, but he couldn't sleep peacefully until the problem at hand was resolved.

He sat up straight and looked through the previous chat records carefully.

.....

On the bed which was spacious enough for any position, Eriri Sawamura lay sideways, and the mobile phone screen in front of her reflected her conflicted expression.

The girl bit her nails lightly with her pearly teeth, and her extremely nearsighted eyes, without contact lenses, almost formed an extreme inverted triangle.

Looking at the message box that had been silent for a long time, the originally impatient breathing sound became even more disordered.

"This guy, could he be asleep? Damn it! I'm not even asleep yet!"

"You made me unable to sleep, and you don't want to sleep well either..."

"Eh?"

Eriri Sawamura was stunned, sat up suddenly, rubbed her eyes with her hands, and after confirming that she was not mistaken, her expression became a little strange.

To be honest, I really wanted to learn painting from Mr. Kashiwagi, but I didn't think too much about it at the time, nor did I consider Mr. Kashiwagi's workload. Later, I thought about it carefully and realized that there was something wrong with me. I'm clearly your fan, but I actually made things difficult for you. So, I decided not to learn painting from you.

"Why do I feel like... this guy is lying to me? But whatever, at least I can confirm that his refusal to learn from me is his own fault."

Sawamura Eriri smiled with satisfaction and hummed, "He still has some conscience. I've been quite busy recently, but I do have time next month. Well...it wouldn't hurt to teach him a lesson. After all, this guy has some basic skills."

"Is that so? Then I..."

She muttered to herself while typing, and after she pressed the send button, the sleepiness that had been suppressed for a long time began to surge into her heart.

"Oh, I see. I don't have time this month, but as I said, I'll be free next month, so I can teach you how to draw then. Okay, I'm sleepy, so I'll log off now."

Kujo Ditaro glanced at his phone, replied with an OK, and then turned over and went to sleep.

Chapter 36: We... are best friends!

Buzz!

Kujo Ditaro took the phone with sleepy eyes and answered the call, "Hello?"

"Cousin, it's getting late. It's time to get up and eat."

"Hmm? Oh...come down right away."

"Um..."

Kato Megumi hung up the phone and reached out to tie the apron around her neck.

She parted her hair as usual, and three thousand black strands of hair fell gently like flowers scattered by a fairy.

No one knew what she was thinking, the girl stared straight ahead, motionless and in a daze.

It was not until she heard footsteps upstairs that she picked up the white rice from the bottom, walked slowly to the table and put it down.

"Morning, Hui."

After Kujo Ditaro came downstairs, he waved symbolically.

Kato Hui responded, stretched out her hand to pull out a chair, and gestured: "Cousin, we have to hurry, otherwise we will miss the bus later."

"It's okay, there's still time."

Kujo Ditaro didn't agree with it, but his eating speed was just as fast.

Kato Megumi looked over and glanced at the other person's mobile phone on the table, then picked up the miso soup as if nothing had happened and took a sip.

.....

"Hey, Ditaro."

"Ok?"

"Have you noticed that the way the teacher looks at us is very unfriendly?"

In the spacious classroom, Kitahara Iori was sitting alone with his chin supported. The sunlight outside the glass made half of his face almost dark.

Imamura Kohei snorted coldly, biting his nails with a distorted expression, "What a vengeful teacher."

Kujo Ditaro didn't even look up, his voice was cold, "Your grades are terrible, and you don't wear clothes to class. If I were your teacher, I would hit your head off."

"Di Taro, different living environments always create obvious differences. Once..." Kitahara Iori raised his head slightly, tears streaming down his face, "...I am also a normal person!"

As if touching the scars deep in his heart, Imamura Kohei covered his face with one hand, tears gathering on his chin, "Me too... and, you fucking bastard...!"

Kujo Ditaro suddenly looked up and squeezed his neighbor's shoulder with one hand, applying constant pressure. "If you don't tell me, I'll forget how we joined the club. You want to remember, right, Iori?"

"....." Kitahara Iori shrank back, trembling and crying, "I was forced to do this in the first place. If I don't recruit people, I will be ruined!"

"It's as if you haven't already been disgraced." Imamura Kohei pouted and sneered, "The whole school knows that you, Kitahara Iori, are a pervert."

"Let's be honest, we're all in the same situation... It hurts... It hurts... My shoulder is... going to be... broken..." Kitahara Iori turned his head to the side, his face distorted to the extreme, but his tone was extremely sincere.

"Dad...I was wrong. You are a man of high character and integrity. You are not the same kind of person as us..."

Before the three of them were done making a fuss, the middle-aged teacher on the podium angrily broke the chalk.

"Those three skit performers over there, I've put up with you for a long time, now get out and stand!"

"..."

Looking at the three people walking away in a row, Chisa Furukawa, who was at the rear, held her forehead with her hand in pain, "Ah..."

Classroom door.

Kitahara Iori's head was almost crushed.

"Is this also my fault?"

"I told you not to sit next to me, but you didn't listen. Who do you blame?"

"Hmm... Iori is too aggressive. I need to consider severing ties with him."

"Fuck...it hurts...I'll treat you at noon."

Kujo Ditaro loosened his grip and sighed reluctantly, "Well, we're all friends, so I'll let you off this time."

Imamura Kohei nodded in agreement, "Well, I didn't come here because of your fame at the peak, and I won't turn away when you're at the bottom, my dear friend!"

"Hehe..." Kitahara Iori smiled with emotion, "The three of us have no fate, it's all thanks to my spending."

"puff..."

The sudden laughter made the three of them look over there.

Chisa Furukawa covered her lower face with a book, revealing a pair of watery smiling eyes, "Sorry, I couldn't help it."

"Huh? Chisa, you were kicked out too?"

Kitahara Iori's words aroused contempt from the two people next to him.

Furukawa Chisa's smiling eyes lost their original charm, as if she was looking at a maggot, and she said coldly: "I came out to use the bathroom."

"Is that so? That's a pity... Oh no." Kitahara Iori waved his hand and changed the subject: "What I mean is, it's a pity that we can't chat together outside."

"Hehe." Several bulging veins appeared on Chisa Furukawa's forehead. After a cold snort, she turned and left.

Imamura Kohei held his chin in his hand, musing thoughtfully, "It seems that preparations for the suits need to be scheduled."

The three of them leaned against the wall, chatting about trivial matters while waiting for the get out of class to end.

After a while, Chisa Furukawa, who had just finished using the restroom, came back with a cold look on her face.

Kujo Ditaro took out his cell phone and started playing with it without distraction.

Kohei Imamura squatted down, closed his eyes and yawned, pretending to be sleepy.

Kitahara Iori followed suit and lowered his head to observe the ants in the cracks in the wall.

Chisa Furukawa stopped at the door, stared down for a few moments, then turned and walked into the classroom.

"Huh...huh..."

Kitahara Iori couldn't hold back his nerves anymore and began to breathe heavily, "What did I do wrong? It felt like Chisa was looking at a dead body!"

Imamura Kohei patted her shoulder and encouraged her, "Hey, don't be discouraged. You're not mistaken. She's just looking at a dead person."

"What the hell..."

"Stop struggling and die in peace!"

"..."

Ignoring the two people fighting next to him, Kujo Ditaro was playing games on his mobile phone, feeling very relaxed.

Then....

With a bang, someone's cell phone fell to the ground.

With a click, the screen of the mobile phone was cracked.

"..."

The two people who were fighting seemed to realize something and looked down involuntarily.

The scene that came into view was truly terrifying.

"Oops, Ditaro, we didn't mean to do that."

"Yes, it was Iori who did it. He..."

"What the hell..."

Kujo Ditaro didn't give them a chance. He stretched out his hands and grabbed the two men's necks, saying earnestly, "I just want to change my phone. Will you two sponsor it?"