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

Kujo Ditaro felt that his appetite had disappeared and his tone became unnatural.

"...I was right?"

"No, it's just..."

Kato Hui pursed her lips, hesitated for a while, and then sighed, "I don't know why, but my appetite has been getting better and better recently, and I get hungry very quickly. Cousin, what do you think is going on?"

"Ah? Um..."

Kujo Ditaro shook his head, "I really don't know about that. How about we go to the hospital?"

"Cousin... you don't know either?"

After a pause, Kato Hui evaded the question, saying, "There's no need to go to the hospital. My appetite has only gotten bigger, and there are no other symptoms."

"Then you should take care of yourself. If it doesn't work, go to the hospital for a check-up."

Kujo Ditaro's appetite improved and he ate three pizzas in a row.

During the conversation, the two chatted about various trivial matters, but did not mention comics.

It was not until Kato Megumi stood up to say goodbye that Kujo Ditaro asked the doubts in his heart.

"Mei, besides the fact that the painting style is a little off, do you have any other questions?"

"Cousin, I really don't understand this, and I haven't read much, so it's hard for me to comment on the plot. But I think this isn't a comic for women. If you want advice, it would be more appropriate to ask a boy."

Kato Megumi still did not give any comments, but made some pertinent suggestions.

Kujo Ditaro escorted the person to the door to express his gratitude and understanding.

Then he returned to his computer desk and sat down, thinking for a long time.

"Iori and the others are so mean, they can't come up with any good suggestions."

"It seems that I can only try the plot of the third part..."

Kujo Ditaro stopped talking to himself and began to draw the first chapter of the third part.

.....

There are two ways to publish comics: either submit them to a magazine or publish them online.

As the times develop rapidly, most people choose to publish online for convenience.

However, some painters who like manuscripts will still send their manuscripts to magazines in the traditional way, and then wait for three to seven days. If the work is qualified, they will receive a reply. If it is not qualified, it will fall into the sea and there will be no news at all.

After Kujo Ditaro drew two chapters in one go, he patiently uploaded his work.

When he learned that the review period could be as long as three days, he was not in a hurry and turned off the computer.

I glanced at my phone and saw that it was already past three in the morning, so I hurriedly took a shower and went to sleep.

The next day.

"Cousin, didn't you sleep well?"

Kujo Ditaro rubbed his eyes and explained, "It's okay, I'm just a little sleepy."

"Did you stay up all night drawing?" Kato Megumi put down their breakfast and asked thoughtfully, "Is it because of what I said that you were affected and couldn't sleep?"

"How is that possible? I'm not a glass heart."

Kujo Ditaro didn't explain much and lowered his head to eat breakfast.

Kato Megumi was a little confused. She stared at the man for a few seconds before walking to the chair and sitting down.

The two of them ate quickly without chatting.

Kujo Ditaro wanted to drive to school, but he felt it was not appropriate.

But on second thought, he felt relieved.

You know, the distance from here to school is not short. Not only does he have to walk to the station, but he also has to take a bus afterwards.

Moreover, although it is not common for college students to drive to school, it is not surprising.

"Do you really want to drive there?"

Kato Megumi stood in front of the car and hesitated, "Will it be..."

"I've also seen quite a few students driving to school, and that's no problem for them."

Kujo Ditaro opened the back door and gestured, "It's okay, I'll park farther away. Besides, we're quite far from school. Instead of spending money on the bus, why not use the existing one? Are you worried about being gossiped about by your classmates?"

"It's not gossip." Kato Megumi shook her head and said softly, "There are a few people in our department who drive to school. They are actually nice people, but they are still slandered behind their backs..."

"I understand that, so I'll park farther away."

After pushing the girl, Kujo Ditaro turned around and sat in the driver's seat.

"It's getting late, and we probably won't be able to catch the bus. Let's go."

Hearing this, Kato Megumi got into the car without hesitation.

.....

"Di Taro, are you sure about your German?"

After Kujo Ditaro walked into the classroom, Kitahara Iori immediately came up to him.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"You remember the German test this afternoon?"

"..."

Kujo Ditaro looked around, then looked at the girl above him and asked, "How does Kotegawa speak in German?"

"I've knelt before, but it didn't work." Kitahara Iori pointed to the other side and said, "Let's brainstorm together. This German credit is very important. It would be a big loss if we don't get it."

"I don't need the grades I got by cheating. Take your time. I believe in myself."

After saying this, Kujo Ditaro turned around and walked upwards.

Kitahara Iori opened his mouth slightly, a look of surprise on his face, but he felt a little more confident in his heart.

It seems that I have to lick Di Taro for this exam, but I can't fall behind either...

Chapter 103: History always repeats itself

"Ok?"

Chisa Furukawa glanced sideways at the muscular man sitting on the seat on the other side with a strange expression on her face.

Kujo Ditaro straightened his back, made sure the viewing angle was sufficient, and immediately started to assist.

"Kotegawa, let me see the test paper during the afternoon exam."

"I see...but..."

Chisa Furukawa smiled suddenly and shook her head, "I refuse!"

"No, you don't have to copy it specifically for me. Just a few omissions on the test paper will be fine."

Although Kujo Ditaro tried his best to persuade her, the effect was minimal.

To be honest, he is not a bad student, but he has been drawing recently and has no time to study.

Also, his English is very good, but German is similar to English, and the two are extremely easy to confuse.

If you don't put enough effort into learning these two languages, they are enough to destroy the mentality of many people.

"..."

Kujo Ditaro knew that this approach was a dead end, so he silently stood up and walked towards the group that was discussing how to cheat.

"This situation is very tricky. If we can't get the German score, we will suffer a great loss, so we must all work together."

"We can print out the exam content in the smallest possible size that can be read by the naked eye and bring that to the exam room."

"I see, that's a great idea. There are still more than three hours until 1 p.m., so we have plenty of time to prepare."

Kitahara Iori suddenly felt his shoulders sink and subconsciously looked back.

"Di Taro, you didn't want to cheat, so why are you doing it again now?"

"You have to be careful about everything, don't you think, Iori?"

Kujo Ditaro smiled, looked around at everyone, and waved, saying, "Let's get to know each other. We're in this together."

"Oh!"

After everyone got to know each other, they continued to discuss the cheating plan.

At the same time, a subdued voice came from the front.

"Classmates, the mechanics class you've been looking forward to has begun again."

"cut!"

"Don't get so excited. I understand how you feel. It's my class after all."

The elegant man with long hair not only ignored the bad remarks of his subordinates, but also struck a coquettish pose.

Everyone's faces became more and more ferocious, and their facial features gradually became clearer.

"Blind...blind!"

"This guy is really good at it, ugh!"

"This bastard, I really want to beat him to death with a broom covered in shit!"

"Ah, ah..." The elegant man covered his face with one hand, and the curve of his mouth became more and more unscrupulous.

"I knew you would really enjoy Professor Ben's class. Look how happy you are smiling."

"Professor is indeed a professor. His skill in self-deception is truly pure and innocent."

The crowd gathered in one area, and a faint purple aura rose from behind them.

The elegant man narrowed his eyes and his smile faded a little. "Okay, let's start the class. Students over there, please answer the questions."

What the hell!

Kitahara Iori stood up, rubbing his fists, and said, "Professor, your class hasn't even started yet, so why are you asking so many questions?"

"Didn't we leave homework last class?"

The elegant man slapped the blackboard and laughed wildly, "Student, stop talking nonsense and come up and get...!"

"Professor, why don't we remember having homework? Did you remember it wrong?"

"Yeah, there was no homework at all last class, Professor. Did you remember it wrong?"

"The professor is middle-aged and his memory is failing. Please understand."

Everyone crossed their hands in front of them and started to dismantle the stage one by one.

The elegant man pondered for a moment, then silently took out a small notebook from his pocket and read with a grim face.

"Hehehe... Sorry, every time I assign homework, I always write it down in this notebook. May 5nd..."

"Okay Professor, I'm done."

"Um?!"

The elegant man suddenly turned his head, and what caught his eye was the mechanics diagram on the blackboard and the sinister smile of the black-haired man.

This bastard...shouldn't he have been prepared in advance?

Uncle, you are still a little naive to play dirty tricks on us!

The two men looked at each other, and there was obvious murderous intent in their eyes, as if they were enemies meeting.

clap clap clap!

The untimely applause was like a heavy hammer, hitting the elegant man's heart hard.

The elegant man's face twitched, but he quickly calmed down.

After all, the two forces have been at odds for a long time, so this little friction is nothing unusual.

“…”

The class resumed in an orderly manner, and the harmonious atmosphere between teachers and students became more tense.