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

Kamio Kiyoko glanced outside, feeling a little uneasy, but she was still thinking about whether she should tell the truth.

The horse race was held every half hour, and the two did not have to wait long for the result to come out.

The horse that Kamio Kiyoko bought was the second seed with odds of 6.2. I don’t know if it was because it was her first time trying her luck, but she actually got the lucky number.

According to the odds, the girl's profit this time is as high as 3100 yuan.

Earning 2600 in one go is indeed easier than working part-time.

But luck is something that whoever runs out first will be embarrassed...

It's one thing for Kujo Ditaro to know it, but it's another thing for him to feel itchy.

With the idea of gambling for fun, he also bought a hand.

However, surprisingly, Kamio Kiyoko, a veteran horse racing gambler, did not take advantage of the momentum to continue her betting, but instead stopped at the right time.

Kujo Ditaro was surprised by this.

"Qingzi, you're not going to buy it? Is it because you can't tell the difference between these horses?"

"No."

Kamio Kiyoko shook her head, and her slightly curled side ponytail fluttered slightly in the wind.

After pondering for a moment, Kujo Ditaro pressed on, "Is that just luck? Does buying every other time produce better results?"

"I'm not that superstitious." Kamio Kiyoko smiled and explained, "When people win money, their psychological fluctuations are most obvious. No matter who wins, the other loser's mood will definitely be affected. So I won't buy it this time."

"Is that so?" Kujo Ditaro understood. After all, if he and Iori were playing horse racing, whenever one of them won money and the other lost, there would be a sneer and ridicule.

Indeed, losing money will affect one's mood.

Looking at the second horse master who lost the game by one step, Kujo Ditaro's eyes were not very friendly.

"This guy is really a loser. He's so close, but he doesn't even dare to fight."

"Alright, alright, Di Taro, this is normal. Let's go get something to eat."

"Ok."

The two left the outfield and went to the restaurant in the hall.

Perhaps because of the consideration of small profits but quick turnover, Kujo Ditaro found that the food here was not expensive and was in line with the general consumption concept of the people.

After ordering two servings of curry rice, Kamio Kiyoko asked, "Di Taro, the curry rice here is delicious, so is it okay to eat curry rice?"

"Yeah." Kujo Ditaro took out his cell phone and looked through the diving club's group chat.

Kitahara Iori: I met a colleague with a curious personality, and she actually called me ugly? Reality is so cruel. How could someone so young have such bad eyesight?

[Imamura Kohei: That's true. Some people, even at a young age, have poor brains. They don't want to accept reality, but they still blame others for their poor eyesight. It's really hard to deal with.]

Kitahara Iori: Less than ten seconds, Kohei-kun. I have bullwhips for sale. Like cures like. Hurry, hurry! Come here quickly, I'll leave you a big one.

[Imamura Kohei: I've already consulted the gym, and they say that even with a strong talking skill like yours, half a month of training would be enough to make you drop to your knees and call me daddy!]

The more Kujo Ditaro read, the more he wanted to laugh, but when he saw the time the message was sent, he had no intention of responding.

Kamio Kiyoko tilted her pretty face up and asked with interest, "What are you looking at? Is it so funny?"

"Some of the jokes on the Internet are really funny."

Kujo Ditaro didn't want to reveal the true side of the diving club, so he simply told a white lie.

Kiyoko Kamio didn't care and asked about other trivial matters.

"Di Taro, what did you say before about Baseball Fist? What kind of game is that?"

"It's just a simple game of rock-paper-scissors, but there's a lot of fun in it."

"Then what are the specific rules? Please tell me in detail."

Kujo Ditaro put down his phone and changed the subject without changing his expression. "Kiyoko, we were talking in the car. By the way, you asked me what my hobbies are. To be honest, I draw comics."

"Huh?" Kamio Kiyoko was stunned. After a moment's thought, she suppressed a laugh and said, "Di Taro, stop joking. I'm fine with you doing other things, but drawing comics...this is ridiculous."

Instead of rushing to prove himself, Kujo Ditaro set up a trap.

"What would you do if I were really drawing a comic?"

"Huh? Don't take it so seriously, okay? If you really can draw comics..."

Kamio Kiyoko was halfway through her words when she realized, "You really can't be careless at all. I almost got into this again. Are you really good at drawing comics?"

Kujo Ditaro nodded regretfully: "I've been drawing comics recently, but they haven't been released yet, so you don't have to search for my works."

"You really draw comics?" Kamio Kiyoko looked him up and down for a long moment before admiring him. "I never knew you had this skill, Di Taro. They say that comic book writers who delay their updates will be locked up in a dark room by their editors and forced to finish their manuscripts. I think if that were true, you definitely wouldn't have experienced that."

Kujo Ditaro didn't know much about the inside story of the cartoonist industry.

However, he read quite a few online jokes that editors and writers rushed to finish.

To be honest, with his physique, not only would the editor not urge him to update, even readers would not dare to send him razor blades.

"Here are your curry rice, my dear guests. Please enjoy it."

Seeing the food on the table, Kujo Ditaro said nothing else and gestured, "Kiyoko, let's eat first."

"Hmm." Kamio Kiyoko clasped her hands together, muttered a few words of gratitude before the meal, and began to eat in small bites.

Kujo Ditaro narrowed his eyes and thought to himself, when playing baseball, should we go to the hotel, or the hotel? Or the hotel?

Chapter 100: The Baseball Fist Begins, the Damsel in Distress

After the two finished their meal, they played at the racecourse for more than three hours.

I don’t know if it was because of his good luck, but except for the first time when he lost money, Kujo Ditaro made a lot of small profits in the next two times.

Kiyoko Kamio was unwilling to buy together, so she only bought three of the following horse races. She didn't win much, but it wasn't bad either.

After the two returned to the car, they calculated their income for the day, which was pretty good, with a total of more than 20,000 yuan.

Although he didn't lose any money, Kujo Ditaro continued to teach.

"From now on, just come once or twice a month. Don't come every week. That's not appropriate, don't you think?"

"I know, don't worry, I will control myself."

Kamio Kiyoko was in a good mood and answered very readily.

As Kujo Ditaro started the car, an idea suddenly came to his mind.

It is said that many men who own cars will use the trick of paralyzing their cars while they are in a relationship with their girlfriends.

In short, after making up various excuses, the two had no choice but to stay in the hotel. Then the next day when they returned, the car was fixed by itself...

"call..."

Kujo Ditaro glanced sideways and found that the girl had closed her eyes and fallen asleep. Listening to her even and orderly breathing, he could only save his crooked little thoughts for next time.

.....

Kiyoko Kamio slept soundly, but she was still somewhat sensitive to the outside world.

As Kujo Ditaro stopped the car, he saw the girl open her sky-blue eyes.

"you're awake?"

"Hmm...are we there yet?"

"We're here, Qingzi. Playing Baseball Fist might make a bit of noise, and neither our families are suitable..."

Kiyoko Kamio looked around and was not surprised by the hotel building that came into view.

To be honest, the moment Kujo Ditaro changed the topic to baseball boxing, she smelled something and did a Google search.

As expected, Baseball Boxing is an unserious game.

"It's just a little game. Just come to my house. My family rarely talks."

"Going to your house? That's not a good idea."

"Why is it inappropriate? It's not an H game, right?"

Kujo Ditaro looked away and replied, "Normally, Yakubo Ken isn't very H-rated, but this game is easy to get addicted to."

"Addicted? It's just a game of rock-paper-scissors, how can I get addicted to it?" Kamio Kiyoko breathed sleepily and murmured nonchalantly, "Unless there's something fundamentally wrong with this game."

It seems that I have found time to Google.

Unfortunately...I can only put it another way.

Kujo Ditaro thought for a moment and said frankly, "It's true that Yakuzokuken isn't a serious game, but the rules are fixed and people are alive. If you refuse to take off your clothes, we can change it to another punishment."

Kamio Kiyoko stretched her arms and stretched her body, then complained, "The punishment you changed is probably worse than taking off clothes. To be honest, this game is not fair. The only privacy that boys need to protect is their underwear, but it's much more troublesome for girls."

You may not know that boys in the diving club have no privacy...

Kujo Ditaro shook his head, shaking off the images of feasting and drinking, and whispered, "This game is fair. The winner is decided by rock-paper-scissors. And whoever is talking about a man's privacy only needs his underwear. We actually care about the upper body as well."

Kamio Kiyoko rolled her eyes and clenched her fists, saying, "Okay, since you said so, let's play here."

"..."

Kujo Ditaro was stunned, with a strange expression on his face.

Kamio Kiyoko's pretty face turned slightly red, and she snorted, "Three games, we'll only play three games. If you agree, then come. If not, forget it."

"...No problem."

Kujo Ditaro raised his hands and began to concentrate highly.

Kamio Kiyoko disagreed, and thought firmly in her heart that as long as she didn't lose all three games, she would basically suffer no losses.

"Rock, Paper, Scissors..."

Kiyoko Kamio breathed a sigh of relief and took off her shoes calmly.

Kujo Ditaro narrowed his eyes and questioned, "Shoes count?"

"Why not? I checked the rules. It says in the baseball boxing rules that shoes, socks, etc. are all allowed."

Kiyoko Kamio argued her case and stood firm.

Kujo Ditaro thought about it and shook his head: "We are not regular baseball boxing. We only have three chances. If your rubber band bracelet and everything else count, then we might as well not play at all."

this...

Kamio Kiyoko pursed her pink lips, hesitated for a long time, and then made a concession.

"Okay, then I won't count rubber bands and other things, but clothes, shoes, socks, etc., must be included."

"That's pretty much it."

Kujo Ditaro reluctantly accepted it and then raised his hand.

The two played rock-paper-scissors again, and the result remained the same.

Kamio Kiyoko lost her calm expression and bent her legs in embarrassment.

Slowly, the stockings were pulled down to the heels, revealing the beautiful white legs.

Kujo Ditaro was very satisfied with the erotic scene that came into his eyes.

There are no more stockings and shoes, so Qingzi can only take off...hehe.

This is too much. If I lose again, I will have to take off my skirt...

Kiyoko Kamio pressed down her skirt, her face getting redder and redder.

"Wait a moment, the view here is wide, let's go to another place."

Kujo Ditaro was confident of winning and was not in a hurry to play rock-paper-scissors for the last time. Instead, he drove the car to a secluded place first.

Kiyoko Kamio cursed the pervert inwardly, but she could do nothing about it. After all, it was she who proposed the three-round rock-paper-scissors rule.

"Okay, let's get started."

Kujo Ditaro smiled from the bottom of his heart, his lips curling up continuously, "Kiyoko, the basic principle of being a human being is to be honest and trustworthy. You shouldn't be such a scoundrel, right?"

"I haven't guessed yet, how can you be so sure that I'll lose? Aren't you afraid of being poisoned by the poisoned milk?"

Kamio Kiyoko was unsure, but her momentum was strong.

Kujo Ditaro twisted his wrist and said slowly, "No matter who wins or loses in the end, you have to accept the loss. That's what I mean. Don't you agree?"