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

Imamura Kohei pouted, his expression drooping and sarcastic: "You're still bragging, right? Fine, then let's have a competition."

"If I don't give you a cerebral hemorrhage today, it would be even if I ate less at lunch!" Kitahara Iori stretched his neck and gave a condescending grin.

"OK, let's start right here, with a plank first."

Kujo Ditaro took a step back and pointed at the ground.

The two of them had no objection and started to do plank exercises.

Ten seconds later...

"I didn't expect you to be so capable."

Imamura Kohei wiped the sweat from his face, panting and showing a look of cherishing his friend, "But..."

Kitahara Iori waved his hand and interrupted, "Don't bring me along when you brag. I'm embarrassed."

"See, you're being ridiculed, aren't you?" Kujo Ditaro squatted down and offered earnest comfort. "Even if you find a girlfriend who shares your interests, with your body, situations like this will arise. For example... you come in?"

"No, I'm done." Kitahara Iori grinned and cooperated inhumanely.

Imamura Kohei was so angry that his face turned red, but there was nothing he could do.

There was no way, the physical fitness of the two people in front of him was indeed better than his.

Even if he refuted it, he would be deceiving himself, but the problem was... he couldn't swallow this!

"Get it? Listen to me, start exercising from now on, and everything will be fine."

Kujo Ditaro narrowed his crescent eyes, his smile becoming more sinister. "Did you see me tormenting Iori? If you can train like the senior, Iori won't even dare to breathe in front of you."

"But..." Imamura Kohei clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, "Is there a way to become stronger without hard training, and preferably without any side effects..."

"Um...."

Kujo Ditaro stood up silently, pointed at the blond man below, and his face gradually distorted.

"Iori, get going! Beat him to death! This bastard has wasted all my time and energy talking to me, and in the end, he only has to say this to me. He is really a hopeless case!"

Chapter 89: My wife is in elementary school?

"OK."

Kitahara Iori clenched his fists, the corners of his mouth curled up wildly, "There's nothing I can do about it. This is Di Taro's order. Don't worry, my boxing fitness method can effectively promote your muscle growth..."

"I'm just kidding." Imamura Kohei held out his hand and changed his tone, "I've been practicing for a while, but this kind of thing can't be accomplished overnight, so I need a plan first, right?"

"Kengping, fitness does cost money, but for the sake of your health, you are willing to pay, right?"

Kujo Ditaro pinched the blond man's head and said earnestly, "The money you spend on a figure is tens of thousands at the very least, and the money you need for fitness training is enough for you to just buy a few figures. You're sure you'll be fine, right?"

"That's definitely no problem, right? Kouhei."

Kitahara Iori had a crazy grin on his face without any concealment.

Looking at the two people who were in cahoots with each other, Kohei Imamura gritted his teeth, but still nodded in agreement.

"That's great, because fitness requires equipment and perseverance, so you have to go to the gym in the early stages."

"Once you have a certain foundation and habit, you can practice at home..."

Kujo Ditaro doesn't know anything about fitness, he just relies on his own understanding and forces knowledge on others.

The reason for being so enthusiastic is not because of the system's requirements, but because they want to drag others into it.

He saw his former self in the handsome blond man in front of him.

Whenever he thought about how this person could make a living by relying on his looks in the future, he felt angry.

Di Taro is so kind...

Kitahara Iori held his chin in his hand and began to analyze Kujo Ditaro's motives from the perspective of a scumbag.

It took him only a dozen seconds to understand everything.

What a scum indeed!

Kitahara Iori shook his head, feeling disdainful while aiding and abetting the evil.

"Keep going, Kohei! When you become successful, there will definitely be cute junior high school students who will recognize you as their Onii-chan."

"Really?" Imamura Kohei widened his eyes with hope on his face.

"Of course it's true. Girls like men who feel secure. You know what I mean?"

Kitahara Iori smiled and spoke in a calmer tone, "When the time comes, those cute junior high school students will hug your arms and call you Kohei-unnie."

This scum...

Kujo Ditaro glanced sideways, his lips curled up slightly, and agreed: "That's right, girls like men who feel safe. As long as you practice well, your wife will be in elementary school."

"This...is not good..."

Kohei Imamura wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, but he couldn't hide the heat in his eyes.

"abnormal...."

Watching the evil deeds between the three people, Chisa Furukawa covered her forehead with one hand and sighed, "What a bunch of hopeless idiots and perverts..."

...

After successfully dragging someone into the water, Kujo Ditaro shifted his target.

Kitahara Iori took a step back and shook his head warily, "No need for that. I'm in good health."

"Don't worry, your looks aren't good enough for me to take action."

"You are so..."

Kujo Ditaro showed disdain on the surface, but he was secretly calculating in his heart, and it was obvious that he would not give up easily.

Even if the person in front of him has ulterior motives, Kitahara Iori is not afraid. After all, a poor man like him cannot spend money on fitness.

Suddenly, a bell rang in the room.

Kitahara Iori picked up the phone, took a look at it, and said in surprise: "Fuck, my dad actually called me, that's really strange."

"I didn't call you." Kujo Ditaro raised the corners of his mouth, his expression a little exaggerated.

Imamura Kohei lifted his hair and said with a sinister grin, "Nephew, give me the phone number so I can talk to your father about family matters."

"roll!"

Kitahara Iori walked aside with a distorted face and answered the phone carelessly.

"I'm so annoyed. My family doesn't understand me at all."

"Oh?"

Everyone looked at him with strange expressions.

Kitahara Iori sighed softly and gritted his teeth, "It's been like this since the beginning. Every time I give you living expenses, you find all kinds of excuses to delay. Really, you're not straightforward at all."

"Iori, what are you talking about?" Kujo Ditaro's eyes were complicated, and his voice was a little hoarse. "Anyone would feel bad about spending money on losers. Your parents haven't given up on you yet, you should be grateful. Why are you still complaining here?"

"What the hell..."

"How can Iori be a waste? He is obviously..."

Imamura Kohei was halfway through his words when he suddenly covered his face and cried, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have insulted other things..."

Kitahara Iori grabbed the blond man's collar, his eyes clearly showing murderous intent. "You're a fucking otaku, what right do you have to criticize me?"

"Oh...you're right..."

Imamura Kohei lowered his eyes, his face growing increasingly grim. "But... I'm sorry, I haven't asked my family for money since high school. And don't think being a otaku is bad. I have many ways to make money, and... you, a NEET!"

"you you..."

Kitahara Iori took two steps back, his face distorted as he clutched his chest, shouting hysterically, "Dad, if there are any good ways to make money, please introduce some to me. I also want to be financially independent."

"Those things you can't do, and they're not very stable, but for me, they can make a long-term living, so just do the part-time job honestly."

The corners of Imamura Kohei's mouth curled up, and his handsome face was stretched to the point of looking unrecognizable.

Kitahara Iori was greatly disappointed and waved his hand regretfully, "What a waste of my feelings. By the way, Di Taro, what do you usually do? I've never seen you do a part-time job."

"Me?" Kujo Ditaro hesitated for a moment and then asked, "Don't you have any hobbies?"

"I noticed you spend money pretty freely, so I wanted to ask if you have any part-time jobs that can make you money quickly."

Kitahara Iori put away his phone and sighed, "I expect my living expenses to be much less this month. Sigh, it's really hard."

"What does your family do? Why do you say you have such a hard time?"

"The Iori family runs a hotel."

After being unable to dissuade them, Kitahara Iori withdrew and explained, "Even though we run a hotel, they always find all sorts of excuses to delay paying us living expenses. Besides, diving is very expensive, so I have to find a part-time job that makes money quickly."

"I haven't had much part-time work, and I don't have any connections."

Kujo Ditaro's words caused Kitahara Iori to become extremely abnormal.

"You don't have a part-time job? Let me ask, how much is your monthly living expenses?"

"I usually pay for a year, so on average, it's about every month..."

With a creak, the door of the club suddenly opened.

"You're all here. That's perfect. We have new people here, and you guys can get to know each other."

Looking at the people who walked in one after another, everyone in the room's eyes were focused on a girl with short blue hair.

"Hello... My name is Yoshihara Mana, and I'm a first-year student at Qinghai University."

Chapter 90: What kind of weird society is this? A car for free?

Kujo Ditaro knew Mana Yoshiwara.

He was puzzled by the former's decision to join the diving club.

You know, with Kamio Kiyoko's prejudice against the diving club, it is impossible for her not to advise her good friend Yoshihara Mana to think twice.

Although he didn't know how many shady things had happened during this period, Kujo Ditaro had reason to suspect that this matter was not simple.

"..."

Yoshihara Mana looked around, then walked straight to Kitahara Iori and said, "Kitahara-kun, thank you for inviting me to join the diving club yesterday. After a night of careful consideration, I decided to join."

"The diving club welcomes you." Kitahara Iori glanced away, laughed, and wanted to find an excuse to leave.

Kujo Ditaro pinched the black-haired man's shoulders and took him to a corner to ask him questions.

"What's going on? Did you invite her in?"

"No, she came to the diving club yesterday to ask about the situation. I saw that she was a little interested in joining, so I tried to invite her. I didn't expect it to work out."

"What did she come to ask?"

After observing the surroundings for a while, Kitahara Iori whispered, "It's hard to say, but our diving club is not bad. She won't suffer any loss. Besides, there are only four new members in our class, three men and one woman. Chisa is ostracizing us and is usually alone. Now it's good, they have each other's company..."

"Hehe, I remember there were some benefits for recommending new people to join the company, right?"

Kujo Ditaro narrowed his eyes, his gaze somewhat sharp.

Kitahara Iori remained calm, but his tone was weak.

"Compared to that insignificant reward, I prefer developing a sense of honor for the community... Well, actually, it's a 50-50 split."

"They don't even know about the diving club. How can you be so embarrassed to trick them into joining?"

"Who would want to come here if they knew that? Besides, didn't we all get here this way? The diving club isn't bad at all, otherwise we wouldn't be able to stay here, right?"

Kujo Ditaro raised his head, looked at the women who were communicating, and whispered, "That person is Kiyoko's good friend. It's inconvenient for me to have her here. Do you understand what I mean?"

"I see. No wonder you care so much." Kitahara Iori raised the corner of his mouth, his face gradually twisted. "Isn't this something everyone likes, Di Taro?"

"You fucking..." Kujo Ditaro instinctively increased his strength, but it was much smaller than before.

Kitahara Iori has developed immunity and can almost ignore the subtle pain in his shoulder.

Thinking about how his unintentional action could bring harm to the person next to him, his smile became even more shaky.

"Why is it inconvenient? Unless you want to have your cake and eat it too, Di Taro, I told you before, don't mess with that kind of girl. Now you're tied up, right?"