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

"Why...why do you look so familiar?"

"Wait a minute... He's not the one who had a conflict with the Minister last time..."

"You mean... the one who plays killer tennis..."

Looking at the people who were retreating one after another, Kujo Ditaro raised the corner of his mouth and his face became more ferocious.

"Now that you remember, you're no longer an eyesore here. How about we go play a game of tennis together?"

Hearing this, several people didn't dare to say anything else and left quickly with their heads down.

Mana Yoshihara stretched out her hand, but it was pushed down.

"You should just quit this kind of rubbish club as soon as possible. If you can't fit in, don't try to join any circles. And don't wear clown makeup anymore. You know it's not good-looking, so why degrade yourself?"

Kujo Ditaro's words are sharp, but his intentions are good.

Yoshihara Mana pursed her lips, clenched her hands, and her voice was a little low.

"I know, they all treat me like a clown. I thought as long as I could blend in..."

"Alright, alright, since you feel so wronged, just quit the company as soon as possible."

"Well...if...not...could you please give me your phone number?"

Kujo Ditaro looked out the window, blatantly changing the subject.

"It's so lively outside. Okay, I have something else to do. Bye."

Looking at the figure walking away, Yoshihara Mana gritted her teeth and followed in small steps.

After walking a distance, Kujo Ditaro suddenly stopped.

"I can't give you my number, sorry."

"At least...please tell me your name."

Yoshihara Mana bowed and lowered her body with a very sincere attitude.

The name...

Kujo Ditaro thought for a moment, and after recalling the last time he fooled Chisa Kotegawa, he suddenly said, "Call me Sawamura."

"You won't even tell me your full name..." Yoshihara Mana laughed at herself, and placed her hands on the sides of her legs, pinching the flesh silently.

Relying on the piercing pain, the girl, whose mind was full of young love, suppressed the throbbing in her heart.

"Thank you, Sawamura. I hope we can meet again next time. Um... I will quit the tennis club as you wish!"

"Well, that kind of trash club is really not suitable for you. You don't need too many friends, just a few are enough."

Kujo Ditaro didn't give any hope. He just said a few words and walked forward.

Mana Yoshihara stood up, looked at the figure walking away, rubbed her eyes with her hands, and muttered to herself.

"Sure enough, the picturesque college life in the books is all just a trick to trick people into signing up..."

Chapter 72: A milky smell? Catching Eriri's twintails

Buzz!

Kujo Ditaro picked up the phone and saw that the caller was an unfamiliar number, so he hung up without paying any attention.

As a result, within a few seconds, the familiar caller number came into his sight again.

Could it be someone from the diving club? No... My voice is much softer...

Kujo Ditaro hung up the phone and sent a text message saying that he was not available to answer the phone.

Sure enough, within two minutes, he received a reply.

[Di Taro, where have you been? Is it really okay for you to leave me alone to look after the stall?]

[Sister Zi, do you really need to go and see the stall? ]

[Hmm, so where are you? What were you doing in such a hurry just now?]

[Sorry, I have something urgent to do and have to leave school for a while...]

Kujo Ditaro made up an excuse to try to fool Hamaoka Azusa, but was questioned.

Fortunately, the other party was understanding and after complaining a few words, he expressed his understanding.

He silently put away his phone and frowned as he thought about the difficult problems he would have to face at noon.

"The...perverted fan from last time?"

Kujo Ditaro turned his head and looked at the beautifully dressed girl with twin ponytails in front of him, and the corners of his mouth gradually rose.

"I'm your fan, how can you call me a pervert, Mr. Kashiwagi?"

"Don't...don't call me that name!"

Eriri Sawamura showed her small fangs, thought for a moment, then crossed her arms with a faint smile on her face.

"It's wrong of me to call you a pervert, but what should I call you? I can't call you 'hey', right?"

"Hmm? Are you trying to get my name?"

"Why do you say that? Isn't it an honor for fans to have their idol know their name?"

Sawamura Eriri narrowed her eyes as she spoke, "What? Where are my fans?"

Kujo Ditaro stretched lazily, grinning disapprovingly, "I'm a hater, get it?"

This guy...

Sawamura Eriri's fangs were faintly visible, but at this moment, a surprised voice came from behind.

"Sawamura-san, this...is this your boyfriend?"

"How is that possible! That's nonsense... No, you misunderstood."

Looking at the two men and two women passing by, Sawamura Eriri smiled on the surface but was secretly complaining in her heart.

This group of current people exuding the sour smell of love!

You actually said that I was in a relationship with that pervert? Is your brain full of love?

Don’t you see the atmosphere here? It’s getting pretty tense.

"Eh? Isn't it? I think you two...are quite a good match."

The girl among the four looked at the two people in front of her and said thoughtfully, "It's like... enemies meet on a narrow road."

Is the phrase "Your enemies will always meet in a narrow road" a compliment?

Sawamura Eriri tilted her head and chuckled unhappily, "Don't worry about us. If you have something to do, go ahead and do it first."

"Um... Sawamura-kun, your friend..."

The four of them looked at the same place, their expressions somewhat unnatural.

Eriri Sawamura was stunned and subconsciously turned her head to look.

Seeing the figure running straight towards the black-haired girl, her expression became even stiffer.

"Haha... Sorry, Sawamura-kun, we misunderstood."

"Right. We'll be leaving first. Bye."

"...Be strong."

Jian your sister!

Eriri Sawamura clenched her teeth, and the fierce look at the corner of her mouth could no longer be concealed.

She tilted her head angrily and was shocked by the scene that came into her eyes.

This guy's expression...how did he suddenly age ten years?!

.....

"Classmate, let's go to the school festival together."

"No, my cousin doesn't allow me to hang out with other boys. I have to listen to my brother."

"What? They're all college students..."

The man who was chatting up the black-haired girl wanted to continue to pester her, but suddenly he felt his shoulders sink.

Before he could look back, the eerie sound coming from behind made him shudder.

"Hey, little brother, I don't agree. How can you be so shameless? Why don't you come with me and talk to me over there?"

"Hiss...it hurts...it hurts...I'm leaving right now!"

Kujo Ditaro increased his strength until he heard the man begging for mercy, then he let go and chased him away.

The man covered his shoulder, his face distorted as he walked away.

"I didn't have time to thank you last time, and I'm sorry to bother you again this time."

Kato Megumi bowed slightly, and the elegant girlish fragrance drifted forward with the breeze.

Kujo Ditaro was stunned, and couldn't help but wonder, Kiyoko doesn't seem to use perfume, but why does she have a milky scent on her body...

"Ok?"

Kato Megumi stood up and saw the strange expression on the man in front of her. She whispered, "Classmate...is there something strange on me?"

"No, I'm just thinking about something. I just can't stand those shameless people who try to flirt with me, so you don't have to worry about what happened last time."

Kujo Ditaro put his hands in his pockets and silently turned off his vibrating phone.

To be honest, he didn't think his true identity would be exposed. After all, who would believe in such a supernatural phenomenon?

However, in order to avoid complications, he still has to be a little careful.

"Oh..."

Kato Megumi nodded, her tone calm.

"Classmate, the girl with the twintails over there doesn't seem very happy. Her eyes are almost shaped like inverted triangles."

"Ok?"

When Kujo Ditaro turned his head, he saw a girl suddenly turning around with her ponytail fluttering in the wind, a beautiful scene.

Before I had time to figure it out, I heard a girl's farewell voice from the front.

"Classmate, you'd better go and take a look. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

"Ah."

Kujo Ditaro did not stop her and let Kato Megumi leave.

Looking at the figure walking away with its ponytail flying, he thought for a moment and then chased after it.

At the same time, the black straight man, who had walked a distance away, stopped without warning, but for some reason, he immediately walked forward...

"What are you doing with me?"

Eriri Sawamura walked in front with a cold tone.

Kujo Ditaro slowed down his pace and explained, "I'm sorry, I was in such a hurry just now that my friend misunderstood you."

It's more than just a misunderstanding.

They all made me strong!

My eternal fame!

Eriri Sawamura has a lot of thoughts, but on the surface she is very frugal with her words.

"Finished?"

"That's it."

"..."

Kujo Ditaro's counter-routine reply made the girl's pace become mechanically slow.

Eriri Sawamura clenched her fists, turned around in anger, and then used a unique attack method.

"I'm so mad! I'll beat you to death!"