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

Kato Megumi opened her eyes, and the expression on her face made her laugh so hard that she stepped back.

With a bang, the girl and the chair were about to fall backwards.

Kujo Ditaro took a step forward and grabbed the waving little hand in time.

"Sorry, did it hurt?"

"...I understand. I'll tickle you."

Kato Hui stood up straight, pointed to the chair beside her, and said, "Sit here, otherwise it will be difficult for me to tickle you."

"Do you have a back scratcher? I'm afraid you can't scratch it."

"If I had it, I would give it to you. Really, cousin, you can be quite... stupid sometimes."

Kujo Ditaro sat down on the chair and continued the previous topic.

"Yeah, yeah, you're the smartest, so... can I tickle you?"

"Let me...think about it."

After hesitating for a moment, Kato Megumi still stretched out her hand.

Slowly, the snow-white, slender, and smooth little hand touched the man's thick back.

"Well..."

"Don't make any weird noises."

"No... I was really itchy just now, and I couldn't control it."

Kato Hui rolled her eyes and asked thoughtfully: "Cousin, I don't usually see you exercising, but your muscles..."

"Maybe I'm just more talented. You don't know, I practiced for three years in high school..."

Kujo Ditaro spoke with great vividness, as if this strong physique was really the result of his own training.

After scratching for a while, Kato Hui interrupted and said, "Cousin, is that almost done?"

"Sorry, it's still itchy."

"You didn't mean to lie to me, did you?"

"Really not. You can tell by looking at my back. It's all red."

Kato Megumi puffed out her cheeks, sighing inwardly. Was she shooting herself in the foot? Not only had she failed to exact revenge, but she was also being used as free labor...?

About five minutes later.

Kujo Ditaro stood up and looked at Kato Megumi who was swinging her arms, and couldn't help but smile apologetically.

"Mei, I'll prepare the back scratcher tomorrow. I'm sorry for bothering you with today's work. How about this, I'll just consider it as a favor to you."

"Favor?"

Kato Hui did not refuse and nodded happily, "Cousin, it's getting late, you should go back and rest."

"Well, tomorrow is the school festival. If you come across someone who is bothering you, bring him to me. I will make sure he has an unforgettable school festival."

"Cousin, staying up late to paint is not good for your health. Have a good rest today."

Kujo Ditaro walked to the door, paused for a moment, and then responded and left.

"Yes, I will."

......

buzzing.

Kujo Ditaro took the phone, took a look at the caller, and answered the call in a bad mood.

"Iori, what are you doing? It's so early in the morning. Do you want to die?"

"Brother, you forgot, we have important things to do, why are you still at home?"

"It's just selling okonomiyaki. It doesn't matter if I'm late. My presence can bring you explosive income, right?"

"Anyway, you should have come earlier..."

Kujo Ditaro got up, washed up briefly, and went downstairs to eat.

Looking at the casually dressed black-haired girl, his sister-con heart felt a little comforted.

Although they are not biological siblings, he still cares about this cousin who can joke with him.

Kato Megumi was sitting on a chair, eating bread with one mouthful and holding milk in the other. When she heard the noise behind her, she said something without turning her head.

"Cousin, I didn't make breakfast today, so just have bread and milk."

"Well, there are a lot of snacks at the school festival anyway, so we can just make do with whatever we have."

After they finished breakfast, they went straight to school.

In order to prevent Kato Megumi from being approached, Kujo Ditaro first took people to the booth where the diving club was located.

"Di Taro, you're here."

Kitahara Iori took a quick glance and asked in surprise, "Why would you bring your cousin here? Aren't you afraid of seeing something unclean?"

"Yeah, your sister will have to go back and wash her eyes at night after seeing Iori...let go of me!" Imamura Kohei had just finished speaking when his collar was grabbed.

Ignoring the two noisy people, Kujo Ditaro took Kato Megumi to introduce the others and asked, "Megumi, you know them now. Do you want to stay here?"

"Hmm..." Kato Hui looked away and said softly, "Then I won't disturb you guys, cousin. I'll go check out other places first. Goodbye, cousin."

"Di Taro...it's nice to have a younger sister, isn't it?"

Kujo Ditaro glanced over and saw that the person coming was Nanaka Furutegawa, and he smiled meaningfully.

"Sister Nanahua, where is your sister?"

"Chisa will be here soon...ah..." A strange drunken blush appeared on Nanaka Kotegawa's face.

Kujo Ditaro pursed his lips, but still didn't say much.

He turned to look at the two people who were still making a fuss, and waved with a sinister smile, "Iori, Kohei, you two come here."

Chapter 71: Qingzi’s best friend’s goodwill?

"Di Taro, we have something important to do."

"We both still have to sell okonomiyaki."

"Oh? You two? That's fine."

Kujo Ditaro's casual attitude caused the two of them to become highly abnormal.

Kitahara Iori glanced sideways, his eyes slightly bloodshot, "What do you think?"

"There's a problem." Imamura Kohei's face darkened and gradually twisted. "No... The more I think about it, the more scared I get!"

Kujo Ditaro didn't elaborate, picked up his phone and took a look, then asked, "Nana-san, how many booths does our club have?"

"Hmm?" Nanaka Furukawa was stunned for a moment, her fingers touching her smooth chin as she thought, "There seem to be three, one selling okonomiyaki, one scooping up goldfish, and one selling seashell jewelry."

"The staff are very scattered. Did Sister Zi go to other stalls?"

Just as Kujo Ditaro finished speaking, he saw two beautiful women, one big and one small, walking towards him together.

Azusa Hamaoka waved her hand, and the big white rabbits under her short-sleeved shirt swayed slightly.

Chisa Furukawa glanced sideways, her eyes gradually becoming complicated, and she quietly lowered her arm.

"Di Taro, come with me. There's a goldfish scooping stall over there. Let's go and look at it for the morning. Iori and Kohei will be in charge here."

After a few people talked for a while, Hamaoka Azusa raised his hand and walked ahead in a dashing manner.

Kujo Ditaro followed closely behind, asking in a low voice with interest.

"Sister Zi, are we really going to check out the stalls?"

"You're quite quick-witted, kid. Of course we're going to create opportunities for them both."

Azusa Hamaoka glanced over and looked at the two men at the stall, with the corners of his mouth curled up wildly.

As expected...

Kujo Ditaro wanted to join in the grin, but the two pop-up windows that appeared in front of him made his expression change slightly.

【Choose】

[Reverts to high school appearance, complete with casual attire, for twelve hours]

[Reverts to infantile form, carrying a bottle for twelve hours]

"What's wrong? Why is your expression so complicated?"

"It's okay, Sister Zi, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

"Hey...this guy."

Looking at the receding figure, Hamaoka Azusa shook his head and said to himself, "Are you afraid that I might do something? Is it that serious?"

.....

"call..."

In the teaching building, a handsome man in light grey casual clothes was walking with the help of the wall, sweating profusely on his face.

The man had black hair, three-dimensional features, and dark, bright eyes, but his gaze was sharp.

Recalling the thrilling experience just now, Kujo Ditaro breathed a sigh of relief and silently took out his mobile phone.

[Di Taro, I've made plans with some friends to go to your school at noon. Remember to come find me then.]

"...What should I do?"

"Classmate, are you okay? You look so bad."

Kujo Ditaro raised his head slightly, and when he saw the strangely made-up woman in front of him, his expression suddenly changed.

So handsome... so refreshing.

I wish you could be my boyfriend.

At least try to get a phone call...

Yoshihara Mana opened her eyes wide and lowered her head in shame, "That classmate... is there something on my face?"

"Uh...no, I'm fine. Thank you for your concern."

Kujo Ditaro withdrew his gaze, suppressed his surprise, and chuckled, "Well, I have something else to do..."

"Classmate, you look really bad. You should take a rest here."

Yoshihara Mana blocked the way, gesticulating and talking nonsense, "How about I buy you a bottle of water? I have tissues in my pocket..."

Could it be that he has taken a fancy to me?

Kujo Ditaro knew that his figure and appearance at the moment were very much in line with the preferences of most girls.

But unfortunately, his appearance was only temporary, so the two of them were destined to have no future.

“No, I…”

"Aina, your makeup is so cute today!"

"Huh? Um...haha."

Several men and women in tennis uniforms passed by Yoshihara Mana.

Seeing the way the two sides communicated, Kujo Ditaro couldn't help but think of the last tennis match.

"Eh? Aicai, are you going to confess your feelings? I advise you to give up, haha..."

"What's wrong with you guys? Aina is so cute today, maybe this will work...hahaha."

"That's impossible. They are totally not a good match. Please stop making fun of Ai Na."

"Eh...haha."

Mana Yoshihara lowered her head, looking a little lonely, but still forcing a smile.

Is it so miserable?

Thinking of the girl's relationship with Kamio Kiyoko, Kujo Ditaro glanced at the people around him, "Laugh, laugh, laugh? Are you having a seizure? Is that so funny?"