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

"Don't...if you keep doing this...I can't hold it anymore..."

"I can't hold it back... Hehe... I like it."

Facing three pairs of horrified eyes, Kujo Ditaro hurriedly explained, "Don't get me wrong, it's a school festival, everyone's been drinking, so their speech may not be normal. Please understand."

As soon as he finished speaking, a strange conversation continued to be heard from inside the door.

"No more..."

"You still dare to refuse? Do you believe I will blow you up? Huh?"

"Senior...at least...be gentle..."

After a dead silence, Kujo Ditaro laughed, "Maybe... maybe everyone is having a good time, that..."

"Good-bye!"

The three women didn't listen to any explanation and ran away without looking back.

Kujo Ditaro moved his mouth but no sound came out.

Thinking of the difficult explanation he would have to give later, his expression became even more ferocious.

.....

Four p.m.

The venue for the men's competition.

Kujo Ditaro followed the members of the diving club to the front row of the audience.

Although everyone was drunk before, everyone was basically sober at this moment.

Kitahara Iori sighed and scratched his hair, racking his brains. "Do you really want us to participate?"

"Alas, Kotegawa has already won the beauty pageant, so we have no choice but to participate."

Imamura Kohei's face was distorted as he bit his nails, but his tone was still normal.

Kitahara Iori held his chin up, thoughtfully saying, "But even if we were dressed as women, we wouldn't stand a chance of winning. You know, most of the people watching the men's competition are women."

"How about you do POCHI again, but don't vomit, otherwise..."

"impossible!"

"So what do you think we should do? You guys definitely can't escape anyway."

As the two sat on the ground in distress, a strange voice came from behind.

"I have a suggestion, would you like to try it?"

"what?"

Kujo Ditaro walked up to the two of them and said with a smile, "I know a little magic, but I need two assistants. Do you want to try it?"

"You can do magic?" The two looked at each other and asked in unison, "Words are not enough. What proof do you have?"

"Actually, my magic is very simple. You should have all heard of it. It's a telekinetic flying knife."

Kujo Ditaro took out a coin, looked around, and pointed at a white flower in the distance. He explained, "This flower is about fifty meters away. I can hit the second petal from the left with the coin. Do you believe me?"

"....." The two shook their heads decisively without hesitation.

Kujo Ditaro didn't waste any words and threw the coin out.

With a whoosh, the coin disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the small white flower in the distance swayed slightly.

"Isn't it...?"

The two of them saw the traces of Xiaohua shaking.

In order to confirm their inner shock, they did not dare to stop and ran over in a hurry.

Looking at the little flower with a petal missing, an indescribable feeling came over them.

"Fifty meters... I can only hit a flower... that's fine..."

"Not only that, he actually... knocked off the petals..."

"Or...we can try to kneel him down, maybe..."

"That's impossible. This kind of thing probably needs to be practiced from a young age, but the magic that Sawamura mentioned..."

Looking at the two people who ran up to him and hesitated for a long time, Kujo Ditaro waved his hand and said, "Alright, alright, since you have decided to try this, then go prepare some things."

The two had no objection and started to prepare the props.

“So big and hard!”

"Great, keep going!"

"Handsome!"

Watching the muscular men flexing their muscles on the stage, Kujo Ditaro nonchalantly played poker, thinking to himself, the current system options are becoming increasingly difficult, and I have to do magic part-time, ah...

Chapter 79: The magic begins, an assistant dies first?

With a buzzing sound, a vibration came from my pocket.

Kujo Ditaro took out his cell phone and saw the text message from Kamio Kiyoko. He silently put away the playing cards.

[Qingzi, you must have misunderstood something. Our club is very refreshing.]

[Impossible! You have no idea what they are doing. Listen to me, don't stay in there, or you will become weird!]

Although there are a lot of perverts in the diving club, Kujo Ditaro doesn't dislike the atmosphere of getting along with each other.

Also, those strange conversations before were just normal jokes between men, such as girls measuring each other's size.

After hearing many examples in a row, Kamio Kiyoko expressed her reluctance to accept it, but her opinions about the diving club remained undiminished.

"Anyway, you shouldn't go to the diving club much. You're right. If you hang out with those people, you'll definitely get infected."

【Um...】

Kujo Ditaro agreed on the surface, but he disagreed in his heart.

I don’t know how much time passed, but the player who was originally playing alone suddenly changed the situation.

Two boys with different hair colors walked onto the stage carrying a medium-sized wooden board.

With the help of another person, the black-haired man was fixed to the front of the wooden board with a rope.

The strange scene above caused a lot of discussion among the people below.

"Huh? What's going on?"

"I don't know, but it looks like a magic show."

"Magic show? Now that you mention it, it sounds more like the kind where they pin a person to a board and then throw knives at them..."

"Flying knives? How could the school possibly allow that? If you're not careful, the knife could stab someone in the head."

Listening to the whispers around him, Kujo Ditaro walked slowly to the front of the stage with his cards in hand.

As all three people arrived, the host coughed lightly and began to explain the next situation.

"Some of you may have noticed that the next show is indeed the magic show that everyone expected."

"Let me state in advance that they are not members of the Magic Club, but rather members of the Diving Club. Now, let me introduce them to you one by one."

This guy actually has this kind of talent?

The girl with twin ponytails in the audience looked at the handsome black-haired guy above with a look of surprise in her eyes.

Glancing sideways at the blue-haired girl with starry eyes, who looked like a fangirl, she suddenly found it difficult to say what was on her lips.

At the same time, the woman with long black hair, hiding behind the crowd, looked at the scene on the stage and raised her mobile phone with an expressionless face.

The three young girls who frowned slightly when they heard about the diving club now looked forward thoughtfully with strange and suspicious eyes.

"Sawamura-kun, compared to your two assistants, you seem to be very comfortable with your performance. Could you please tell us about your past magic shows?"

"Yes, I performed magic at school when I was in high school. The one that left the deepest impression on me was when I used this poker and sent one of my assistants to the ICU. You can't imagine how thrilling it was..."

After Kujo Ditaro's serious nonsense, the laughter and cheers from the audience broke out one after another.

Kitahara Iori, who was originally full of confidence, began to sweat after hearing this little story.

"Hurry, Kohei, put me down!"

"It's okay. You've seen what Sawamura does. Nothing will happen. Don't worry too much."

"It's not you who was tied up, if you dare, switch with me!"

Kohei Imamura spread his hands, indicating that he could do nothing to help, but the corners of his mouth were curled up wildly.

Kitahara Iori gritted his teeth and began to struggle instinctively.

"Don't be surprised, my assistant will be very panicked and scared in the next part. However, all of this is the highlight of our magic show."

Not only did Kujo Ditaro ignore the struggle behind him, but he also treated it inhumanely with high-sounding reasons.

The host laughed and pretended to be profound as he recounted what he had seen and heard on the magic tour.

The tacit cooperation between the two made Kitahara Iori fall into deep autism, where no one paid attention to him even when he cried out.

Time always passes quickly in a cheerful atmosphere.

Kujo Ditaro handed the microphone back and raised a playing card while looking at Imamura Kohei.

Kohei Imamura understood what he meant and raised his hand to throw a bottle of mineral water.

The crowd was already concentrating on waiting for something, but when they saw the unusual behavior on the field, their eyes all followed the mineral water.

Whoosh!

I saw a small black shadow flash by quickly, and the mineral water bottle that rose to the highest point broke into two pieces.

The sound of splashing water and the sound of the water bottle falling to the ground completely broke the deadlock in the field.

"What's going on? What just went up there?"

"It seems...it seems like playing cards. I saw it. The boy threw out the playing cards!"

"Poker? When did poker cards become so powerful? That water bottle doesn't look tampered with, otherwise the water inside would have spilled out long ago..."

Kujo Ditaro didn't explain much, but just flew several playing cards into the sky above the crowd.

Most people have played flying cards when they were young, but the limit for most people is basically only a few dozen meters.

However, at this moment, the poker cards passing over their heads all flew an unpredictable distance.

At this point, most people no longer had too many doubts about the scene of the water bottle breaking just now.

"Sawamura... stop it!"

Looking at Kujo Ditaro after he finished demonstrating the flying cards, Kitahara Iori was so scared that her eyes were bloodshot and her voice became unnatural.

As close friends of each other, Kohei Imamura provided appropriate comfort.

"Iori, don't worry. This card can only cut through a water bottle at best. If it hits a human bone, it won't give you any advantage."

"You're so good at talking, why don't you come up and try it? If you can do it, then go ahead!"

"Sorry, I'm a keyboard warrior. I only know how to talk, but in reality I'm very timid."

"roll!"

Kujo Ditaro turned around, looked at the two people talking and laughing, and raised his hand in a gesture.

After stepping aside, Kohei Imamura folded his arms with a sinister grin, determined to show his gloating to the end.

"What the hell..."

Kitahara Iori was halfway through his words when a cold breeze suddenly blew past his face.

His face remained distorted, but his neck turned stiffly. Looking at the card stuck in the wooden board, the corners of his mouth twitched suddenly.

"Brother! You should use him. Isn't it said that there are beautiful assistants? Although there are no beautiful women, handsome men are not bad either. And most of the people below are girls, so there will be some buying points!"

"Ahhh, what? You need to gag me? I get it!"

Kohei Imamura took out a ball of tissue from his pocket and stuffed it into Iori Kitahara's mouth.

Ignoring the bloodshot eyes of the person in front of him, this handsome man made an elegant bow to the crowd below.