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

"I understand. Be quick. At worst..." Kamio Kiyoko said halfway, raised her hands in front of her face, and after a moment of silence, she coughed lightly and said, "Di Taro, if I really lose, is there any resurrection match?"

"How is that possible..." Kujo Ditaro wanted to refuse, but then he changed his mind and a hint of sharp teeth flashed at the corner of his mouth. "As for the resurrection battle, it's not impossible to not have it, but there has to be an out to get in. Do you understand what I mean?"

"It's fine as long as I have it, and I won't necessarily lose. Come on, let's bet my dignity, rock, paper, scissors..."

Kamio Kiyoko deliberately sped up her speech, intending to disrupt Kujo Ditaro's thoughts on punching with a quick and decisive approach.

Unfortunately, however, humans...cannot defeat non-humans.

Kujo Ditaro is quick-eyed and quick-handed, and the process of him changing from cloth to fist is almost too fast to be caught by the naked eye.

"How can it be..."

Kamio Kiyoko made a scissors gesture, her tone growing increasingly frustrated, "Even after such a loss... Come on, how do we play the resurrection battle?"

Chapter 101: My cousin’s comics are a bit weird?

What is gambling?

Most people can instinctively restrain themselves at the beginning and use this to gamble for fun.

However, as time goes by and money is invested, most people will get deeper and deeper into trouble until they lose everything.

And now, Kamio Kiyoko is like a gambler, unwilling to face the reality of losing money, while at the same time looking for other ways to make back her money.

"Resurrection Battle, are you sure you want to play?"

The corners of Kujo Ditaro's mouth rose, and his expression gradually became more cunning.

Kamio Kiyoko blinked, feeling a little hesitant, but still agreed.

"Don't play rock-paper-scissors. Let's try something else."

"Other? What do you want to play?"

Kujo Ditaro believed that he would not fail, so his tone was a little casual.

Kamio Kiyoko fell into deep thought. After an unknown amount of time, she shook her head and said, "Forget it. I have a feeling you'll trick me deeper."

Eh?

How could he wake up?

There's something wrong with this little girl.

Kujo Ditaro exhaled slightly and asked, "So what do you mean? Follow the punishment just now?"

"That's not necessary." Kamio Kiyoko glanced out the window, her face getting redder and redder. "Anyway, you're such a pervert, so that's not your goal, right?"

"It is said that..."

Kujo Ditaro reached down, and the backrest of the passenger seat tilted backwards silently.

Kamio Kiyoko turned her head and looked at the face close to her, and subconsciously leaned back.

"Ah...chair..."

"Qingzi, I heard that girls are very lustful, even lusting after themselves. Do you think this is true?"

Kujo Ditaro leaned forward slightly and held the girl's shoulders from above.

Kamio Kiyoko was stunned, turned her head and said: "I don't know... Anyway, I'm not, and please stop asking these inappropriate questions... I'm so annoyed..."

"Baga hentai no road competition, these are all standard quotations for saying one thing and thinking another, are you familiar with them?"

Looking at the embarrassed girl, Kujo Ditaro rarely showed a grim smile, nor did he have the usual lewd look.

Kamio Kiyoko moved her lips slightly, her eyes looked a little strange, but she didn't say anything.

Kujo Ditaro smiled knowingly, but didn't explain anything.

The two of them faced each other like this, and the stalemate lasted for a while.

Kamio Kiyoko exhaled slightly and said in surprise: "You seem... not quite right. What's wrong, Di Taro?"

"It's the same as always, what's wrong?"

Kujo Ditaro leaned over, pressed his cheek against the girl's chest, and the corners of his mouth rose more and more.

Kamio Kiyoko's face turned red, and she subconsciously raised her hand. After a moment of hesitation, she put it down.

What was going on with that expression just now?

He's usually so frivolous... Is this an illusion?

Ah... stop rubbing! Do you believe I will smack your head off?

.....

Even though Kamio Kiyoko made some concessions, her position never wavered.

After sending someone home, Kujo Ditaro returned leisurely.

After parking the car in the garage, he walked back into the house, swiping the keys.

Not seeing Kato Megumi and hearing no noise from upstairs, Kujo Ditaro guessed that the former had gone out.

"After playing for so many days, it's time to fight hard."

After returning to the room, Kujo Ditaro turned on the computer and began his intensive painting work.

Time passed minute by minute, and when he came to his senses, it was already half past nine in the evening.

While sorting documents and thinking about the problem, Kujo Ditaro frowned.

The plot is only a few chapters away from a turning point, but why do I always feel unsure?

Is it the plot, the style of painting, or the market trend?

Do I really have to follow Eriri's advice and relax without thinking about anything else, and work hard on my first work first?

Kujo Ditaro held his chin in his hand, his expression somewhat serious.

You should know that during this period, he often observed some of the most popular comics for reference.

It would be fine if you didn't look at it, but once you do, you can see the contrast.

Although "JOJO" is not a masterpiece conceived by him alone, this comic was produced by him with great effort after all.

However, we have to admit that compared with some masterpieces in the current comics industry, the early plot of "JOJO" is indeed a bit weak.

Even if he relies on frequent updates to speed up the plot development, Kujo Ditaro is still not very confident.

As the saying goes, the more you know, the more concerns you have.

After exploring the market for these days, Kujo Ditaro felt that in order to successfully promote "JOJO", he must make some brain-intensive improvements.

For example....painting while jumping.

Kujo Ditaro analyzed that the plot rhythm of the first "JOJO" is not in line with the fast-food mentality of today's people.

There are many connections between the first and second parts, so they must be drawn from beginning to end.

However, the third part is quite different from the previous two parts, and it can be drawn separately.

According to the plot rhythm of the third part, there is no need to save manuscripts for rapid updates, regular updates will be enough.

Because he didn't understand the market situation in the comics industry before, Kujo Ditaro couldn't think too much, so he had to follow the rules and intended to save the slow plot by updating frequently.

But now, he has another choice.

"Either I stick with the first part until the end, or I start with the third part and work my way back, supplementing the first two parts with spin-offs. Which one should I choose?"

Kujo Ditaro muttered to himself, feeling a little torn.

dong dong!

"Cousin, are you in the room?"

Kujo Ditaro restrained his expression, stood up and went to open the door.

When the door opened, he was a little surprised to see the straight black man holding a box of pizza.

"Mei, did you go get pizza?"

"Well, I went shopping in the city with some girls from the same department. I brought back some. My cousin should want some, right?"

"I didn't eat dinner, thank you."

After handing over the pizza, Kato Megumi smiled and said, "Cousin, you've been drawing and lost track of time, right? How's the comic going lately? How far are you from becoming a cartoonist?"

"So far, so good. As for the cartoonist..."

Kujo Ditaro stepped aside and suggested, "Why don't you come in and talk?"

Kato Megumi thought about it and didn't refuse, so she walked in quietly.

Kujo Ditaro closed the door and walked to the computer desk and sat down.

"Mei, I wasn't home yesterday. Did you go out to play?"

Kato Hui shook her head, glanced at the computer casually, and said softly: "Cousin, can you let me see your comics? Don't worry, I'll just read it and not say anything."

"Well..." Kujo Ditaro hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded in agreement, then clicked on the file with the mouse.

Kato Megumi leaned forward slightly, her eyes focused, but her expression did not change.

As Kujo Ditaro sniffed the fragrance coming towards him, he couldn't help but think, is she going to buy perfume? It's different from usual.

My cousin’s previous paintings were very exquisite, so why is the style here so weird?

Kato Hui looked at it for a while and couldn't help asking: "Cousin, are you worried that I will laugh at you, so you show me other people's works?"

Chapter 102: Kato Megumi’s changes?

what?

Kujo Ditaro was stunned. "This is my work. Why? Is it bad?"

"It's not bad, it's just a little off."

Kato Megumi sat up straight and explained seriously: "I have seen my cousin's paintings, but the comics here are completely different. The style has changed."

"Regardless of the style, take another look and give me your thoughts."

Kujo Ditaro's words were not accepted.

Kato Hui waved her hand, stood up and said, "Cousin, I don't read comics much, so I'd better not comment on it."

"Don't leave so quickly. I don't need your opinion."

Kujo Ditaro held out his hand to stop him, then changed the subject: "How about we talk about something else, just treat it as an after-dinner chat with me?"

Kato Megumi's pink lips moved slightly and she sat down again.

Is this comic really that bad in its early stages?

That's not right...the target audience is originally male, so it's normal that Hui doesn't like it.

but...

Kujo Ditaro opened the pizza box, put on disposable gloves, and asked Kato Megumi beside him.

"Mei, do you want to eat more?"

"No, I'll get fat, and I'm not hungry."

While Kato Megumi was speaking, she inadvertently pulled her clothes down with her hands.

Kujo Ditaro's eyes moved downwards, and some scenes from the past few days flashed through his mind.

In his impression, the belly of the girl in front of him was flat, with almost no fat.

Kato Megumi didn't know what Kujo Ditaro was thinking, but the girl's sensitive mind made her react.

"Cousin, it's rude of you to stare at a girl's belly like that."

Kujo Ditaro withdrew his gaze, picked up a slice of pizza, and ate while chatting.

"Mei, why have you suddenly started to pay attention to your weight recently? Could it be that you have a boyfriend?"

"..."

Kato Megumi did not answer and remained silent for a long time.