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

"Hey, Ditaro."

"Ok?"

"What's this?"

"The car is mine, understand?"

Kitahara Iori took a step back and covered his eyes with one hand, but the tears could not be stopped from flowing.

Kohei Imamura lay in front of the window, his fists clenched so tightly that veins bulged, and his breathing became heavier.

Kujo Ditaro raised the corner of his mouth and began to whisper devilishly.

"I'll tell you a trick to get rich. As long as you work out now, you'll be rich in a few years."

"Di Taro, I understand your desire to drag us down with you, but please at least respect our... no, my intelligence."

"What the hell do you mean? Huh?"

Kohei Imamura pushed the man in front of the car with his backhand, exerting pressure with a condescending attitude and a ferocious face.

Kitahara Iori disagreed and smiled with extreme contempt.

These two...

Kujo Ditaro felt more and more that as time went by, something might really happen between the two of them.

When he thought of that philosophical scene, he was a little speechless.

"Okay, let's go."

After the three of them got into the Prado, Kujo Ditaro started reversing.

Kitahara Iori leaned forward, stared at the reversing camera for a few seconds, and then reminded, "Di Taro, this is almost attached. Do you have the skills?"

"Not very much."

Kujo Ditaro looked at the rearview mirror and watched the car body move backward little by little. Only after the reversing radar sounded a loud noise did he shift into forward gear.

After the Prado successfully drove out of the parking space, Kitahara Iori opened the window, looked out for a few times, and then turned around and said, "I thought I had scraped the car in front. Tsk tsk, Di Taro, your micromanagement is pretty good."

"Di Taro, when did you get your driver's license? Around the time you graduated from high school?" Imamura Kohei leaned back and said lazily, "You're so current! I never even thought about getting a driver's license."

"Didn't you guys take the test?" Kujo Ditaro chatted while driving.

"Don't college students get discounts when they take driver's license tests? I want to learn this summer."

"Take me with you when the time comes. There's nothing embarrassing about a driver's license."

"Come on, you're like a child with polio, I'm afraid you won't be able to learn... Damn it!"

"If you spit on the seat, I'll tear your head off."

Hearing this, the two stopped making a fuss.

After an unknown amount of time, Kujo Ditaro stepped on the brakes and the Prado slowly stopped in front of a convenience store.

"Di Taro, please wait for us in the car. We'll be back soon."

"Please buy me some bamboo charcoal bags. I don't like the smell in this car."

"oh oh...."

After Kujo Ditaro lowered all the windows and leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed, he waited for a while and heard a surprised voice.

"Eh? Kujo-kun, is that you?"

"Hmm? Yoshiwara? Why are you here?"

Yoshihara Mana scratched her head and explained, "The club is holding a new member reception for me. The seniors are so hospitable. For a newbie like me, they could just notify the group. There's no need to make such a big fuss... I always feel a little sorry..."

Alas...how simple.

Kujo Ditaro hesitated to speak, then nodded and said, "Well, we are purchasing things for the cocktail party tonight. You can come back with us."

"Oh? Is that so? Thank you for your help then."

After getting in the car, Yoshihara Mana asked with interest: "Kujo-kun, can you drive too?"

"Oh? You can drive too?" Kujo Ditaro turned around, the corners of his mouth gradually rising, "Then you are much better than Iori and the others. They still don't have a license."

"No, no." Yoshihara Mana waved her hand and said politely, "My family asked me to learn it. I'm not as good as you say."

"It's okay, don't be polite, cooperate with me later and we will mock them together."

"Um... aren't you friends?"

"friend?"

Kujo Ditaro smiled inexplicably, his face gradually becoming ferocious, "Yeah, isn't this how friends get along?"

“(⊙o⊙)…” Yoshihara Mana tilted her head slightly and moved her lips slightly, but did not complain.

With a creak, the car door opened.

"Eh? Why is this new guy here?"

"Hello, I just passed by here, so..."

"We understand, Di Taro, the bamboo charcoal bag you requested."

Kujo Ditaro took the bamboo charcoal bags, placed them in a few random places, and then asked, "How come you're so fast?"

"Fast? Not bad, we're used to it. If we hadn't bought you the bamboo charcoal bags, we could have been even faster."

"Yes, yes, Iori is the fastest. He strives to be first in everything."

"That's not... you bastard!"

Looking at the two people fighting each other, Yoshihara Mana was stunned, "You two..."

"If you spit on the chair, you know the consequences, so be prepared."

"Don't worry, I definitely won't!"

Kitahara Iori pulled the corner of the blond man's mouth with a sinister smile on his face.

Imamura Kohei was not to be outdone. He buried his head in the arms of the person in front of him, and then... rubbed against him.

"Don't wipe your saliva on me... You're disgusting... Pfft..."

Kitahara Iori was so itchy, but considering the consequences of bursting into laughter, she immediately buried her head and then... rubbed it back and forth.

Um...!?

Yoshihara Mana leaned back with fear in her eyes.

"It's okay. Just keep an eye on them for me. If they drool on the chairs, remember to tell me."

Kujo Ditaro withdrew his gaze and started the car with a nonchalant look.

This group of people...there's definitely something wrong with them!

Mana Yoshihara tightened her seat belt, and sweat kept dripping down her pale face.

.....

An all-white SUV slowly stopped at the entrance of Grand Blue.

The shopkeeper inside the house noticed the noise outside and walked out as usual.

"Sister Nanaka."

"Eh? Why did you guys come back by car?"

Looking at the people getting off the bus one after another, Nanaka Furutegawa was a little surprised.

Kitahara Iori straightened his messy collar and explained, "This is Di Taro's car. We were all deceived. That guy appeared to be spending money lavishly, but he actually had another car behind the scenes. How could we repair it!"

"Ah? Di Taro...Oh," Nanaka Furukawa thought for a moment and said with a smile, "Di Taro's parents are quite successful in their careers. Di Taro, please park your car over there. That's the store's parking area."

"Well, have you taken everything down?"

Seeing several people holding up the bags in their hands, Kujo Ditaro nodded and drove forward.

As the car gradually moved away, Kitahara Iori asked Nanaka Furukawa curiously.

"Nana-san, what does Ditaro do at home?"

"They seem to be senior executives of large companies. I'm not sure of the details, but they are all very successful people."

"Successful people? But why don't I see any trace of their parents in Di Taro? Could it be..."

Chapter 93: I'm a girl...you're going too far!

"Now that you mention it..."

"Among Japanese people, people like Di Taro..."

“Probably very few…”

The two looked at each other, their voices getting lower and lower, but the corners of their mouths kept rising.

Yoshihara Mana sighed softly and began to think in her heart, was it too rash for her to join the diving club... a billion points?

...

The diving club holds cocktail parties almost several times a week.

Except for cocktail parties with specific significance, Kujo Ditaro basically turns down any event he can.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to fit in, but compared to drinking and chatting, the progress of the comics is the key.

You know, after being busy these days, his comic project has not fallen behind at all.

"Di Taro, what are you thinking about? You look absent-minded."

Kujo Ditaro came back to his senses and shook his head, "Nothing, I was just thinking about how I'm going to drive back home at night after drinking."

"Don't drink and drive, Ditaro. You can sleep here tonight. It's the weekend tomorrow anyway, and you don't have classes, right?"

Nanaka Furutegawa's words were echoed by many people.

Kujo Ditaro nodded and didn't refuse this time.

Chisa Kotegawa thought of something and turned to the blue-haired girl and asked, "Aina, it's not safe to walk at night. How about you sleep here tonight?"

"Um..." Yoshihara Mana hesitated for a moment and then reluctantly responded, "Okay, thank you for your help."

"Since everyone has nothing to do tomorrow and won't be going home at night, why don't we play some games."

Hamaoka Azusa narrowed his eyes, glanced at everyone with a sly smile, and suggested, "How about we play some hide-and-seek, which brings back memories?"

"Ok?"

"Yes, it's hide-and-seek, but the loser needs to be punished. The rules of the game are as follows: within twenty minutes, the ghost must find everyone. If it fails, the ghost is punished. Similarly, half of the people who are found will be randomly selected to be punished. If the ghost finds everyone, then all the people who hid will be punished. OK?"

Everyone had no objection and, as Hamaoka Azusa requested, wrote down the punishment they wanted on a piece of paper and stuffed it into a small box.

Then everyone started drawing lots, and the ghost in the first round was Kujo Ditaro.

"It's 9:20 now. You'll start at 9:25. Everyone, set an alarm for 9:45. Also, it's best to set your cell phones and other things to prevent Di Taro from taking advantage of the situation."

"Remember, unless you're encountered by a ghost, you can still escape even if you're seen."

"The only place we can hide is in this store."

Time passed minute by minute, Kujo Ditaro took out his mobile phone, looked at the time, and the corners of his mouth gradually rose.

You know, with his hearing and insight, let alone childish hide-and-seek, even the real-life version of Counter-Strike is no problem for him.

Toshio Furukawa, who was wiping the merchandise behind the counter, felt a little heavy-hearted as he looked at the black-haired man whose smile became increasingly weird.

Alas...this child is also infected.

I'm sorry, Brother Kujo, I didn't take good care of my child...

but...!

The middle-aged man, who looks honest, becomes increasingly... ferocious in expression as he speaks his mind.

...

Five minutes later, Kujo Ditaro was able to take action.

Instead of looking for someone immediately, he used his mobile phone to play a background music used in horror movies.