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

Looking at the three people who came back to her, Kamio Kiyoko was a little confused, "What are you doing? What did you say to me while hiding from me?"

"It's nothing, actually. Qingzi, how do you answer the questions you asked us?"

The three of them looked at each other and exchanged opinions. Then the tall girl with short hair gave an earnest explanation.

"Betting on horses and pachinko is good, but boys like girls to have ordinary hobbies, like singing, dancing, etc.... Qingzi, do you understand what I mean?"

"Oh... so, my hobby isn't popular with boys, right?" Kamio Kiyoko put down her phone and shrugged somewhat discouragedly, "No wonder."

"Qingzi, excuse me for asking, do you have a boy you like?" The girl with shoulder-length hair seemed to be hesitant to speak, but she still spoke.

"He's a nice guy, quite my type, and...it's just...it seems like we don't have any common interests."

Kamio Kiyoko sighed, then smiled with high spirits.

"But it doesn't matter. I can dive, too!"

Chapter 46: King's Game?

After dinner, everyone gathered around the sofa, some drinking, some chatting.

Kujo Ditaro was holding the bottle of wine and just when he was about to take a sip, someone sat down next to him.

He subconsciously glanced sideways, and the scene that came into his sight made his pupils shrink.

The visitor was wearing a light-colored short-sleeved shirt and had purple wavy hair.

Compared to the charming facial features with mature charm, the Himalayas underneath are what attract people's attention.

The woman reeked of alcohol and looked to her side drunkenly. Her eyes suddenly lit up. "Is this the new guy? He's so tall."

Kujo Ditaro looked at everyone with a questioning look in his eyes.

Nanaka Furukawa smiled and introduced, "Di Taro, her name is Azusa Hamaoka, a senior in the club. You can call her Sister Azusa like Iori and the others."

"Sister Zi, nice to meet you."

"Hey... Di Taro-kun, you should be able to drink quite well, right? Come, drink with me."

Kujo Ditaro didn't mind. He reached out and took the beer on the table and handed it over politely.

After taking a big sip, Hamaoka Azusa leaned back with a laugh, "Mmm... Really refreshing."

This... is too big!

Kujo Ditaro withdrew his admiring gaze and couldn't help but exclaim in his heart, there is at least one and a half Hui, no... there are two Sawamuras!

Azusa Hamaoka didn't mind revealing herself, instead she made a series of breathtaking sounds.

Looking at the calm reactions of the people around him, although Kujo Ditaro was a little surprised, he quickly let it go.

"It's a bit boring."

After a moment's pause, Hamaoka Azusa casually suggested, "How about we play a punishment game?"

Everyone had no objection, but Chisa Furukawa wanted to get up and leave.

"Qiansha, how can you leave? Isn't this such a spoiler?"

Kitahara Iori had just finished speaking when Imamura Kohei also frequently seconded his words.

Feeling that something was amiss, Chisa Furutegawa sat down with a wary look on her face.

Hamaoka Azusa clapped his hands and said with a smile, "Since everyone has no objection, let's play the King Game."

"Huh···"

"Qiansha, since you've already agreed..."

"Then there's still a chance to regret!"

"..."

Kujo Ditaro shook his head, already understanding what was going on.

He turned to look at Chisa Furukawa who looked unhappy, and showed a sympathetic...smile!

It wasn't that he wanted to target the girl in front of him; his evil intentions were directed at someone else.

"Then let's get started."

It only takes a few minutes to prepare the materials for the King's Game.

After a while, Kitahara Iori, holding a pair of chopsticks, put his hand in the middle.

"Do you understand the rules, Di Taro?"

"Hmm? I don't really play this. Tell me about it."

"it is good..."

There aren't actually many rules in the King's Game.

Numbered lots according to the number of people, and a king lot.

The person who draws the king's lot can order the person holding the number lot to do something within their ability.

After listening to the explanation, Kujo Ditaro nodded to show that he understood.

"So... who's the king!"

"Eh? It's me."

Chisa Furukawa looked at the king's sign in her hand with a surprised expression, but immediately revealed a sinister smile.

"Well... I want everyone in this King's Game to not make those kind of demands."

“Eh…”

Kujo Ditaro turned his head and looked at Hamaoka Azusa, whose reaction was the most obvious, and was extremely surprised.

Although the woman in front of him seemed unrestrained in appearance, he never expected that her thoughts were even more epoch-making.

"So... who's the king!"

"Um...it's me."

Nanaka Furukawa held the King's Lot and said with a smile, "I want to... Number Four, in the most enthusiastic tone, say to the person on the left, 'I love you the most, sister.'"

As soon as these words were spoken, most people's eyes fell on Chisa Furukawa.

"Not me, I'm number six."

"Who could that be?"

Kitahara Iori looked around and his expression suddenly changed.

Shou Longjiro raised the corners of his mouth, and there was a special light in his eyes.

Imamura Kohei grinned, "Iori, just go with peace of mind!"

"Wait..."

Kitahara Iori stood up and wanted to leave, but it was too late.

"I like you the most...sister!"

"Ah ah!!!"

Kujo Ditaro leaned back slightly and shook his head, "I'm afraid I won't be able to use the word 'sister' in the near future."

"When playing games, you always have to choose something exciting. Okay, let's start the next one."

Azusa Hamaoka took over Kitahara Iori's task and raised the wooden stick.

"Who is the king?"

"Huh? Me again."

Chisa Kotegawa held up the king's sign and after a moment's hesitation, she instructed, "Then do the same as my sister asked before, but change the word to 'sister'. As for the number..."

Recalling the scene just now, some people's faces began to become solemn.

Kitahara Iori, who was about to get up, was so scared that he collapsed to the ground, his calves shaking like he had polio.

"Number one, then."

"Who is number one..."

"Isn't it?!"

Kohei Imamura looked at the burly man with a crew cut next to him, and sweat couldn't stop flowing down his face.

"Look how scared you are..." Tokita Shinji scratched his head and smiled, then his expression suddenly became ferocious, "That's right, it's me... I love you the most, my sister!"

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

“Although I experienced it once, this scene…”

"I don't know why... my heart hurts..."

"Hey... let's continue."

Hamaoka Azusa shook the king's stick in his hand, and the curve of his mouth looked extremely weak under the reflection of the wine glass.

"This time it's my turn. So everyone, nominate two people and have them... play the POCHI game!"

"No way? We are men!"

"Yeah, how do we play this? There has to be at least a girl, right?"

"It's only interesting when men are together. Okay, this is the king's order, so get started."

Azusa Hamaoka waved her hands, giving no chance.

Kitahara Iori looked at Imamura Kohei, the two looked at each other, and finally walked together with distorted faces.

Kujo Ditaro picked up the POCHI on the table, pulled out one of them, tasted it, and then handed over the whole box.

"It tastes good, chocolate."

"You're the only one with a poor mouth!"

"Alright, alright, let's get started. I'm so excited."

Kitahara Iori bit one side of the chocolate, and Imamura Kohei's eyes twitched wildly, but he still moved his head closer.

In the following scene, except for Hamaoka Azusa who was so excited that his face turned red, the reactions of the others were hard to describe.

"This scene is even more unbearable than I imagined."

"I suddenly realized that these two people are usually... quite close."

"Hmm...and they were all so frank...it's really scary when you think about it."

"Ugh..."

Chisa Furukawa closed the book, turned to look at Kujo Ditaro, and said hopefully, "Kujo-kun, if you don't mind, take this book back with you. It's very helpful for diving."

"Eh? Why..." Kujo Ditaro was stunned for a moment, then changed the subject: "Okay, Kotegawa-san, you seem to be very passionate about diving?"

"Hmm..." Chisa Furukawa nodded, "Diving is a great sport. I hope you all like it. Then everyone..."

"vomit!"

"How can you...vomit at each other!"

The sudden sounds of vomiting and roaring ignited the atmosphere in the venue to the extreme.

Chapter 47: The unconventional Shura Field!

At around ten o'clock in the evening, Kujo Ditaro said goodbye.

Everyone tried to persuade him to stay, saying that there were guest rooms upstairs available, but he declined.

Walking on the way home, I could hear the sound of waves.

Looking at the night sea view, Kujo Ditaro felt relaxed all over, and the previous scenes flashed through his mind.

“Diving…”

He raised the book in his hand, looked at the blue scenery on it, and shook his head while muttering.