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

Glancing sideways at this familiar face, his expression was calm.

"Don't worry, classmate. This has nothing to do with you."

"Stop showing off and go."

Before the black-haired girl could speak, the blue-haired man behind her urged her impatiently.

Kujo Ditaro glanced back, then walked straight into the tennis court.

The blue-haired man snorted and followed his team members in with a sneer on his face.

"..."

The black-haired girl walked to the guardrail with worry in her eyes, but there was nothing she could do.

In this school, she knew no one else except her cousin.

and many more....

The black-haired girl thought of something, took out her cell phone and quickly dialed a number.

The phone was busy while dialing.

On the other side, inside the tennis court.

Kujo Ditaro traveled light, leaving his wallet and cell phone in his pocket on the chair.

He didn't know that his cell phone started buzzing as soon as he left.

Holding the racket in his hand, Kujo Ditaro came to the other side of the court.

Looking at the strange boy opposite him, he couldn't help but glance at the blue-haired man in front of the crowd.

The blue-haired man seemed to have sensed something and spread his hands, saying, "I'm the guild leader. Before you fight me, you must spar with my juniors, right?"

Kujo Ditaro ignored him and looked away with disdain.

He understands the rules of tennis, but he doesn't play it often. However, this does not affect his performance. After all... force can defeat skill!

"Boy, this is our home court. We'll give you a favor and let you serve."

The club member who was in charge of playing against Kujo Ditaro threw the tennis ball in his hand with a smile.

"Come on, kid, let me show you the strength of the tennis club."

"is it?"

Kujo Ditaro threw the tennis ball, smiled faintly... and hit it hard!

With a bang, a spinning tennis ball appeared on the guardrail behind.

The member, who still had a smile on his face, was stunned for a moment, then looked back stiffly.

The scene that came into his eyes almost made him lose his grip on the racket.

“....15:0!”

The member in charge of scoring announced the score in a trembling voice.

"When he pinched me just now, I knew this guy was very strong, but I didn't expect him to be so strong. It was indeed a wise move to arrange for the team members to go up and consume him."

The blue-haired man breathed a sigh of relief, turned to the members around him, and whispered, "Get ready. You don't have to catch the ball from that guy. Just drain his energy for me."

"Huh..." Upon hearing this, the members who were scheduled to play later all breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, they still remember vividly that thrilling and terrifying serve just now.

If the minister forced them to take such a shot, they would rather quit the society than have their arms broken.

"The second one, you have to take it well."

Kujo Ditaro smiled indifferently, and the tennis ball in his hand was almost bursting from being squeezed by him.

The thug who witnessed this scene couldn't help but tremble slightly with his hand holding the racket.

boom!

It was clearly a game of tennis, but in the hands of Kujo Ditaro, it felt like a cannon.

Every ball hit leaves a deep mark on the ground.

The player in charge of the confrontation had no desire to catch the ball. Instead, he held the racket in front of his face, intending to protect his last bit of face.

Chapter 9: Isn’t it normal to have casualties when playing ball?

"A person who is strong is still a person. I don't believe you are a perpetual motion machine."

The blue-haired man looked at the active figure, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"You guys go up and replace Bu for me. Don't go catch his ball. He won't be able to serve many balls."

"Yes, Minister."

Kujo Ditaro stopped and glanced at the tennis club members who were taking action.

To be honest, if he had enough time, he wouldn't mind continuing to fight.

But unfortunately, he only had less than an hour left.

"Blue Hair over there, if you plan to wear down my stamina by fighting me in a round-the-clock battle, then I won't accompany you."

"Don't be anxious, three of you. As long as you can beat three of my members, I will come out and fight you."

Kujo Ditaro waved his racket and said nonchalantly, "Well, those of you who come up later, be careful. My ball can break an arm or something, but it's no problem."

As soon as these words were spoken, the members who were about to go on stage suddenly froze.

They looked at each other and began to shirk responsibility.

"Takeya-senpai, your skills are the best here. Only you can take on the important task of the Minister."

"If we, the seniors, have to handle everything, you, the younger generations, won't be able to grow..."

"Senior, our skills are not good enough, and we are afraid of losing face for the tennis club..."

Seeing that his team members were unwilling to play, the blue-haired man's face looked really bad.

"Stop pushing, Wuye, you go first."

"But....Okay, Minister."

Looking at the boy walking across the field, Kujo Ditaro shook his head in a feigned sympathetic manner.

"How pitiful, being forced to play. If I were you, I would have just walked away."

"...Kid, don't think your strength can work miracles. I can't escape even if you hurt me. We have campus police here."

"Eh? You guys are really domineering. But playing basketball is bound to result in casualties. Even if the police come, it will be difficult to judge. Besides..."

Kujo Ditaro threw up the tennis ball while he was talking.

With much greater force than before, the racket hit the ball hard.

With a whoosh, the boy named Wu Ye felt a chill in his lower body, and a loud collision sound came from behind him at the same time.

With a look of surprise on his face, he slowly turned his head.

Looking at the mark that was only a few centimeters away from him, he felt a strong dizziness in his brain.

Unable to get up again, he sat down with a thud.

"No... I don't want to fight anymore, I don't want to fight anymore, I'm quitting the group! I want to quit the group!"

"A wise choice, so the next one is..."

As Kujo Ditaro spoke, he glanced at the tennis club members around him with a questioning look.

Except for a few girls, most of the boys squeezed their legs together and looked away in fear.

"Fuck, in that case..."

The blue-haired man had a fierce look on his face, ready to resort to violence.

At the same time, a group of strong boys came over with great momentum.

"I heard you guys were playing tennis. What a coincidence! We in the diving department also want to play."

"Brother, let's play together. I'm really excited about playing basketball."

"What? You don't want to? Huh?!"

Some members of the tennis club who were watching from outside the fence felt their shoulders sink.

Like a devil's whisper, it sounded in their ears simultaneously.

When everyone looked back, the Yan Yi faces that came into view made it difficult for them to breathe.

The blue-haired man looked over when he heard the voice, with surprise and confusion in his eyes.

"You guys from the diving department, what are you doing here at our training ground?"

"Don't get excited, Minister Kudo. You guys are bored and want to play tennis with someone. Coincidentally, we're also quite bored. Why don't we play together?"

“Who said we are idle…”

The blue-haired man was halfway through his words when he saw a black-haired girl standing on the side of the crowd.

All of a sudden, he figured out everything.

"Alright! You guys are awesome this time. Take the people away, and we still have to train."

"It looks like Minister Kudo doesn't welcome us. There's nothing we can do. Let's go back and have a drink."

"Oh!"

Kujo Ditaro also saw the figure of the black-haired girl.

Therefore, after being briefly surprised by the current situation, he suddenly realized it.

To be honest, even if no one came to the rescue, he could have handled this incident.

But no matter what, he was very grateful that these colleagues came to help.

"Di Taro's cousin, go get her."

The muscular blond man smiled heartily at the black-haired girl beside him.

"Well... I'm sorry to bother you seniors with this matter. Thank you."

Kato Megumi bowed slightly to express her gratitude, but this caused everyone in the diving club to laugh.

Of course, they don't mean to mock others, it is just a habitual expression of their care for the younger generation.

Kato Megumi bowed again before standing up and leaving.

"Sure enough, he called me."

Kujo Ditaro took back his phone, turned on the screen, took a look, then put the phone away with a mutter.

Kato Megumi, who happened to be walking nearby, looked at the familiar-looking phone and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

I actually use the same phone as my cousin...

Thinking of her previous behavior, she couldn't help feeling embarrassed and worried.

In order to help the boy, she asked the diving department for help without contacting her cousin.

Although her cousin is a good person and may not care about this matter, he will probably still have some opinions.

I'll call my cousin later to explain the situation, and then make a delicious meal tonight...

With this thought in mind, Kato Megumi walked up to the black-haired boy.

"Classmate, I'm sorry to bother you, thank you..."

"..."

Looking at his cousin in front of him, Kujo Ditaro felt a little regretful.

If he were the same as before, he would probably be able to gain a lot of favorability.

Maybe it's just like that...cousins during the day, and dead babies at night.

Of course, he can still distinguish between reality and fantasy.