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

"..."

Kujo Ditaro cast a sharp look, but received no response.

Kohei Imamura coughed lightly and touched the side of his neighbor with his elbow.

Kitahara Iori pretended not to know and was still keen on chatting with the beautiful woman.

This scum!

The two of them looked sideways, with some bloodshot in their eyes.

"Come on, everyone, cheers."

Kiyoko Kamio raised her glass with a smile on her face, but her eyes were full of meaning.

Kujo Ditaro glanced away and silently picked up the cup.

"Cheers, cheers, everyone!" Kohei Imamura understood and cooperated very actively.

Chapter 83: The three women take the initiative, and the three men’s faces become distorted

"It's still early, please add some more food."

Kujo Ditaro handed out the menu and signaled the three women to order more dishes.

As Kamio Kiyoko reached out to take it, she blinked suggestively.

Before Kujo Ditaro could say anything, a figure suddenly jumped out from beside him.

"You are Di Taro's girlfriend, right?"

"Huh? Um... you're Imamura-kun, right?"

"Yes, that..."

Just as Imamura Kohei was about to change the subject, a surprised voice came from the front.

"Isn't this Lalazi?"

"Eh?"

Imamura Kohei was stunned. He turned his head stiffly and looked at the long-haired girl who pointed at him. He said in a trembling voice, "You just said... Lalazi, right?"

"Well, isn't the pattern on your clothes Lalako?" Iida Kanako smiled and nodded, "You seem to like this character very much."

"Yeah!" Imamura Kohei nodded repeatedly, his speech becoming less fluent.

"Lalazi-chan is to me... no, she's mine... No, no, Iori, can you switch places with me!"

Kitahara Iori felt his shoulders sink, but remained unmoved. "Kohei, the tableware is already used. Wouldn't it be troublesome to replace it?"

"What's the big deal? It's just a bowl and a plate, right?"

"what?!"

Looking at the two people who had banged their heads together, their faces distorted, Iida Kanako smiled awkwardly and waved her hand, "Um..."

"It's okay, we'll just go to the bathroom and be right back."

"I'm going to use the toilet too."

Kujo Ditaro remained calm and followed the two men out.

Looking at the closed sliding door, the three women looked at each other and began to communicate.

"Kiyoko, didn't Di Taro understand what you meant?"

"I don't know. Anyway, I gave him a hint, but he didn't respond."

"If I'm not mistaken, that blond boy seems to be intentionally interrupting your conversation."

Kamio Kiyoko nodded and said thoughtfully, "The three of them must have discussed something before we came."

"It's okay, we'll send those two away and you can have a good talk with Di Taro."

"Um...."

While the three women were making up their minds, the three men who went to the bathroom were also engaged in intense negotiations.

"What the hell! Do you understand first come first served? I was the one who fell in love with Kanako first!"

"Who cares about you? Besides, she's my friend. You know what friends are like? When I think of us sitting in the same room watching anime, I just... Aba Aba Aba..."

"Don't give me these useless words, Iori, what were you doing in the beginning? Now is the time to chase girls? Believe me or not..."

Kujo Ditaro subconsciously raised his hand, but when he thought of his previous oath, he reluctantly put it down.

Kitahara Iori restrained his expression and explained, "What do you mean by chasing girls? I'm just covering for you. They come with bad intentions. If I don't liven up the atmosphere, how can I change the subject..."

"You're just blowing your trumpet!" Imamura Kohei waved his hand, exposing him viciously. "I've been watching you for a long time. You're just trying to liven up the atmosphere, but you're clearly just trying to get your hands on someone's body. You're such a jerk! Pah!"

"Huh?" Kitahara Iori tilted his head, his expression both ferocious and dejected. "You know shit. Those who discuss business, who will ask about business right away? They must first get them drunk until they are both unconscious. Only when the atmosphere is right will they talk about business. Di Taro, as long as they are drunk, we can say anything."

"Get drunk?" Imamura Kohei glared and cursed, "Kanako, don't even think about it!"

"Don't think so lowly of me. I did all this for Di Taro. His girlfriend was there. How could we do anything to those two girls? The worst we could do was ask for their numbers!"

Kujo Ditaro waved his hand, interrupting the argument between the two.

"That's enough. Don't worry about Kanako. You should remember one thing: only if I get better can you have a chance to get together again. If I die..."

He stopped talking halfway through.

The two looked at each other, and both showed determination.

Kujo Ditaro leaned over and began to whisper devilishly, "As long as I'm safe, the social gathering is nothing. I'll even get you into a women's university. Do you understand women's universities?"

"Dad, we get it!"

The faces of the three people who reached a consensus appeared particularly cold and ferocious under the reflection of the lens in front of the sink.

.....

"You guys are back?"

"Well, have you ordered?"

"Uh...we're not actually hungry."

"It's okay. If you're not hungry now, just sit for a while. You'll definitely be hungry later, so add more food."

The three men returned and sat back in their original seats with smiles on their faces.

Looking at the two people who had reconciled, Iida Kanako was a little surprised, "Are you okay?"

"What could possibly happen to us? We were just joking."

"Yeah, it's just a joke between boys, that's what it is."

Kujo Ditaro glanced sideways slightly, feeling somewhat comforted.

There is indeed a problem...

The three women exchanged glances and began their plan in silence.

"Hey, Iori, what do you like to do?"

Looking at the short-haired beauty who took the initiative to chat with him, Kitahara Iori pinched his thigh hard and forced himself to calm down.

However, unexpectedly, not only did he not feel any pain, but he was met with a bloodthirsty gaze.

Before he could react, he felt a sharp pain in his arm.

What the hell!

The two men with distorted faces looked at each other and silently let go of each other's hands.

Although there was a slight mistake, the effect was significant. Kitahara Iori nodded and answered clearly.

"Well, I like diving, singing, and occasionally running at night."

"Wow, personal life... No, I mean, you really love sports."

"The body is the capital of revolution. Huizi is the same. She maintains a great figure."

"Really? Then..."

Suzuki Keiko narrowed her crescent eyes and said with a smile, "It's a bit stuffy here, Iori, can you come with me outside to get some fresh air?"

Kitahara Iori glanced sideways, thought for a moment, and said through gritted teeth: "Sorry, I have a slight cold..."

"No way?" Suzuki Keiko smiled sadly, her voice a little low, "I thought...ah."

Kitahara Iori suddenly felt a pain in his thigh and said with a grim expression, "Sorry! Ah! I caught a cold at a bad time. I'm so sorry!"

This guy's expression...

Suzuki Keiko didn't dare to look at him any longer. She quickly glanced away and agreed with a few words with a wry smile.

nice!

Imamura Kohei let go of his hand, but the corners of his mouth were raised.

Iida Kanako took a deep breath and said with a smile, "Kohei, I want to talk to you more about Lalako."

"Really? That's great, Lalazi...ah!"

Imamura Kohei was halfway through his words when his tone gradually became gritted, "Kanako... I don't really want to talk about Lalako's affairs today...!"

Chapter 84: Oolong Tea? The Drunk Girls

The three women were unaware of the little stress-relieving gestures between the two men.

Seeing her teammates suffer successive defeats, Kamio Kiyoko could no longer sit still.

"Di Taro..."

"Let's drink, come on."

"cheers."

Looking at the three men raising their glasses, the three women looked at each other and raised their glasses helplessly.

With a creaking sound, the six people all looked towards the door.

The waiter carrying the tray bowed and said, "Excuse me, sir, here are the whiskey and vodka you ordered, and a bottle of oolong tea..."

"Okay, leave it here. We can open the bottle ourselves."

After the waiter left, the three women were confused but did not ask.

Kujo Ditaro took the two new bottles of liquor and explained, "Beer still tastes a bit lacking for us. As for oolong tea, it's used to sober up."

"Ah? Can oolong tea help to sober up?" Kamio Kiyoko blinked, looking a little confused.

Kitahara Iori laughed heartily and tried to smooth things over seriously, "Our club often holds drinking parties, so we do have some tips on how to sober up. Drinking a cup of oolong tea after getting drunk can help with that."

These two people...

Imamura Kohei nodded calmly, "If you don't believe me, you'll know after you try it."

The three girls seemed to understand, but did not refute.

There was no way, they had already seen something about the diving club of Izu University.

"Really? Give me a glass then."

Kiyoko Kamio lifted the hair beside her ear, her face slightly red, obviously a sign of being a little drunk.

After Kujo Ditaro poured a cup of oolong tea, he intentionally or unintentionally laid a foreshadowing.

"Tea ceremony is all about perseverance. You may not feel anything after one cup, but drinking a few more cups will have an effect."

"Hearing what you said, I'm a little curious. How about this, pour me some whiskey, and I'll try the oolong tea later."

Kitahara Iori did not hesitate to respond to Suzuki Keiko's request and enthusiastically filled her glass.

"Kanako, why don't you try it too?"

Iida Kanako wanted to refuse, but Imamura Kohei was too enthusiastic, so she agreed.

Looking at the liquor in the two women's glasses, the three men's slightly raised mouth corners looked particularly strange under the reflection of the wine glasses.

"Here are the dumplings you ordered, the ramen salad, and..."