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

"No..." Kitahara Iori just uttered one word, and his breathing suddenly became difficult and his face began to turn red.

Imamura Kohei glanced at it and nodded frantically, "Of course I'll sponsor it, because... we're close friends!"

Kitahara Iori forced himself to glance sideways, and the tearful man he saw touched his soft spot.

With his last bit of strength, he raised a trembling OK gesture.

Kujo Ditaro smiled with satisfaction and released his hands.

"Since you two are so loyal, I'll give you a discount. Ten thousand each."

"What? Ten thousand? Are you robbing me?!"

"Oh? Then tell me, how much can you offer?"

"Hmm....a thousand?"

"Okay, sure." Kujo Ditaro nodded. "I don't want the money. I'll keep it for your medical expenses."

Chapter 37: We are all scum!

"Damn it, I lost 20,000!"

"I should have known better than to bargain. I ended up losing an extra ten thousand!"

"My twenty thousand dollars! Lalazi-chan, I'm so sorry!"

"..."

Looking at the two people kneeling on the ground and crying bitterly, Kujo Ditaro didn't care.

He bent down to pick up the phone on the ground, wiped the dust off the screen, and swiped a few times with a frown.

"Damn, the inner screen is broken too."

"What!?" Kitahara Iori suddenly looked up and said nervously, "We've already agreed on 20,000 each. We're not responsible for the rest."

Kohei Imamura bit his lower lip and looked up at the man in front of him with a stubborn and fearful look.

Kujo Ditaro was silent for a long time, then he sighed and put away his phone. "Forget it, let's just put this matter behind us."

"call..."

The two people on the ground breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

At the same time, the middle-aged teacher in the classroom walked out with a gloomy face.

Looking at the two people kneeling on the ground, the corners of his wrinkled eyes began to twitch wildly.

"What are you doing? Acting? Do you know why you are punished here?"

"Not a teacher..."

"No need to explain. get out of class is about to end anyway. You guys can leave now."

"That teacher...our clothes and cell phones are still in the classroom."

The middle-aged teacher leaned against the wall, took a deep breath, and waved his hand impatiently.

"Take your clothes and leave. I have a class. If you two dare to come naked again, you won't get any credits."

.....

On the food street.

"You two, I'm really out of money. Can we split the bill?"

Kitahara Iori, who lost 20,000, looked at the two of them with a sad face, his tone sincere and humble.

Imamura Kohei nodded, but the corners of his mouth curled up wildly, "Iori, once a word is spoken, it cannot be taken back. How can a man go back on his word?!"

Kujo Ditaro sighed and pointed to a steak house, "This is it, let's save some money for Iori."

"Steak? Are you human? Why are you so incompetent? How can I afford to treat you to such a luxury?"

Kitahara Iori gritted his teeth and held up two fingers, "I only have two thousand left, you guys can do whatever you want."

"..."

Kujo Ditaro wanted to respond, but he felt a slight vibration in his pocket.

I took out my cracked cell phone and saw that it was an email from Kamio Kiyoko, and I couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

The inner screen of his phone was broken. Not only could he not reply to text messages, he couldn't even unlock the locked screen.

When I was thinking about whether I should buy a mobile phone first, an exciting conversation came from the front.

"What are you going to eat with two thousand? Don't be so stingy, please. If I'm not mistaken, you have a photo of Fukuzawa Yukichi in your inner pocket!"

"What?! You kid... Impossible, I didn't!"

"Still trying to quibble? Hey, Iori, we're close friends, right?"

Kitahara Iori tensed his body and sweat kept dripping down his face.

Although he wanted to knock away the arm that was around his neck, his reason told him that he must not lose his composure at this moment.

Imamura Kohei grinned, his voice like a devil's whisper, "Hey, if you're close friends, you should be honest with each other, right? If you want us to believe you, lift up your clothes."

This heartless scum!

Kitahara Iori remained calm and grabbed the dirty hand that was reaching towards her arms.

Imamura Kohei was stunned, his face twisted into a hideous shape. "Oh, if you don't have any money, why are you trying to stop me? You must be feeling guilty! Go ahead, Di Taro!"

With a snap, a steady big hand appeared on Kitahara Iori's shoulder.

Kujo Ditaro leaned over from behind and looked sideways at the face covered with bulging veins. "Iori, only generous people can get a girlfriend."

"Yes, Iori, we are paving the way for your happiness!" Imamura Kohei turned his head and agreed earnestly.

"Ugh..."

Kitahara Iori sighed and said with feeling, "I've never had many friends since I was a child. I didn't understand it before, but later I realized that birds of a feather flock together."

"Only people of the same character can get together, and a scumbag like me can actually have two such good friends. As expected, we are all...scumbags."

Kujo Ditaro thought for a moment and sighed, "What a great move! We can both perish together, but I guess your Fukuzawa Yukichi can't be saved."

"The moment it was exposed, I gave up hope that it would survive." Kitahara Iori smiled calmly and looked at Imamura Kohei with tears in his eyes, "You bastard! Just wait for me!"

"Haha." Imamura Kohei flicked his hair disapprovingly, his attitude extremely arrogant and disdainful.

In this way, the lunch budget for the three of them was upgraded from 2,000 yuan to 12,000 yuan.

The luxurious steaks that were previously out of their reach are now on their plates.

After eating and drinking, Kujo Ditaro said he had to go buy a mobile phone.

Imamura Kohei pinched his throat and evaded the question, "I'm going back to my own holy place. Go buy a phone yourself."

Kitahara Iori looked down at his wallet and didn't reply for a long time.

"Okay, let's stop here for today. See you tomorrow."

Kujo Ditaro nodded and turned to leave.

"Just a moment."

Kitahara Iori stopped the two of them and explained, "My cousin asked me to inform you that my uncle will be discharged from the hospital in a few days. Should you be able to come to the dinner then?"

"no problem."

"Well... I should be able to do that, but you'd better tell me the specific time."

"Okay, I think it will be this weekend. I'll contact you by email then."

The three of them ended their conversation and went about their own business.

Kujo Ditaro spent a huge amount of money to buy the latest Apple computer.

It’s not that Apple phones are so great, but once you get used to the system, it’s hard to adapt to other phones.

After working in the mobile phone store for more than an hour, Kujo Ditaro used his new phone, sending text messages while walking home.

[My phone was broken before, so I couldn’t reply in time. ]

[Hmm? Kujo-kun, how did your phone break?]

[This is a long story. My friend and I were playing around and I accidentally broke it.]

"That's really unlucky. Hmm... I'm working part-time right now, and there are customers at the store, so I'll stop talking for now."

Kujo Ditaro put down his phone, looked up at the convenience store not far away, and after thinking for a while, he walked over curiously.

When passing by the store door, I glanced to the side. Even though the glass door blocked the view, the vision was still clear.

"You're really here! Did you come right after school? You've been working too much part-time, haven't you? Is there anything you want to buy?"

Looking at the petite figure in the light blue uniform, Kujo Ditaro looked away after a second.

I walked forward muttering to myself. After an unknown amount of time, my cell phone vibrated.

Chapter 38: Something’s wrong with your IQ? Huh?!

Kujo Ditaro took out his cell phone and was about to check his text messages when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Before I could look back, a muscular man with purple hair jumped out from beside me.

"Di Taro, what a coincidence, meeting you here."

"...It's a coincidence indeed, Kamio Kiyoko's brother."

"Call me Jie." Kamio Jie smiled innocently and pointed at the convenience store next to him. "Are you waiting for Kiyoko?"

"No, I'm just passing by here and will leave soon." Kujo Ditaro told the truth, but it was not very convincing.

"No?" Kamiosuke blinked, then said in sudden realization, "I see. You young people really know how to be romantic."

"Um....."

Kujo Ditaro opened his mouth but didn't explain much.

Thinking that I hadn't checked my text messages yet, I couldn't help but pick up my phone.

Before I could see the content clearly, a pleasant voice came from the side.

"Brother! What are you doing here...?!"

They both turned around at the same time and saw a purple-haired girl with a stern face standing on the steps in front of the convenience store.

Kamiosuke scratched his head, "Kiyoko, why did you come out?"

"Brother...why can't I come out?" Kamio Kiyoko narrowed her eyes, and the gritting of teeth in her tone became increasingly unconcealable.

"That's not what I meant. You're working, aren't you? If you leave your post without permission, will your salary be deducted?"

Since you know I will deduct your salary, why don’t you stop giving me trouble, idiot!

Kamio Kiyoko clenched her fists, looked at Kujo Ditaro with a smile, and said, "Kujo-kun, I've told you before, don't pay attention to my brother, he's just an idiot."

"Kiyoko, why are you like this..." Kamiosuke was halfway through his words when he was met with a murderous gaze.

The painful experience of last night began to surface in his mind. Without thinking too much, he chose to keep his mouth shut.

Kujo Ditaro looked back and forth at the two of them. Although he didn't know how bad their relationship was, the cold look in his eyes as he looked at the dead body was indeed quite sharp.

Kamio Kiyoko withdrew her gaze and advised earnestly, "Kujo-kun, don't pay attention to my brother. If you have something to do, go and do it first."

Kujo Ditaro thought for a moment and nodded, "Then I won't disturb you from working, or else it will be troublesome if my salary is deducted."

"..."

Looking at the figure walking away, Kamiosuke sighed with regret, "Kiyoko, I'm helping you. Why can't you understand your brother's good intentions?"

"Shut up." Kamio Kiyoko turned her back and warned, "Don't get involved, or I'll pour out all your protein powder."

"No, Qingzi, am I meddling in this? You should speak with conscience."

"Isn't it? Have you ever been in love? No, so you are just a dog-headed military strategist."

"I...."