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

"Ah? You have bad grades, and you blame others for not letting you cheat? You..."

Kitahara Iori only felt his shoulders sink, and the familiar pain made his face grim.

Kujo Ditaro grabbed the man's neck, his voice rhythmic.

"Why are you so anxious? I've finished writing it and will naturally send you the answers. You've left me with half the questions blank. If you fail this time, you know the consequences."

"No... I'm miserable too, everyone, put yourself in my shoes... Kohei, what are you doing... stop... Ah! Yamedie!"

Looking at the three people making a fuss below, Chisa Furukawa shook her head, "I can't be considered an idiot anymore, alas..."

Chapter 105: Sweat it up, pretty girls?

Because most people leave right when the exam starts, the teacher spends almost no time grading the papers.

Everyone held their papers, their faces becoming increasingly distorted.

"I've never gotten single digits on a test, oh my god!"

"I'm doomed now. I'm definitely going to fail the exam."

"How can I repair it...it's all your fault, Iori!"

Kujo Ditaro looked at the number 45 in the upper right corner of the test paper and felt a little heavy.

However, when he heard the wailing of the people around him, his expression suddenly improved.

As the saying goes, there is no harm without comparison.

You don’t have to do very well in the exam, as long as others do worse than you, you will naturally be first.

"Everyone did worse than I expected. Let's put it this way."

The middle-aged teacher placed his hands on the desk, looked around at everyone, and said in a deep voice, "A score of 10 or above is a pass, and a score of 20 or above is a good pass. If you can't even get 10, then prepare for a make-up exam."

"this...."

Kitahara Iori took a step back, tears glistening in the corners of his eyes, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Teacher, can you lower the score a bit? Can nine be considered a pass?"

"What are you talking about, Iori?"

Imamura Kohei put his arm around the black-haired man's neck and said with a sinister grin, "The teacher said it was a perfect score, so why are you still being unreasonable? Show me your perfect score, and smile."

"You..." Kitahara Iori glanced sideways, his eyes bloodshot, "In that case...Teacher, I'm reporting him for cheating on the exam under my real name."

"What...?" Imamura Kohei was stunned and sneered, "Iori, you are too petty. You didn't even pass the exam yourself, so how can you frame others?"

"False accusation?" Kitahara Iori reached out and picked up a piece of paper between his fingers, his voice sounding a little sarcastic.

"Hey, what's this piece of paper with German words written all over it? What's going on?"

"Impossible! I've already thrown away the cheat sheet..."

Imamura Kohei was halfway through his words when he saw the ugly grinning face and realized, "This isn't a cheat sheet... You idiot, you're trying to trick me!"

"Teacher, you heard it too. He has cheat sheets."

Kitahara Iori threw away the note and chuckled, "How about this? Now we can take the make-up exam together. Aren't you happy?"

"You bastard..." Imamura Kohei was about to take action when a calm voice came from behind.

"Don't worry, students over there. I've written comments at the bottom of some of your test papers. You'd better take a look at them first."

The middle-aged teacher pushed his glasses, and a sneer gradually appeared on his serious face.

Everyone's heart trembled, and they looked at the test paper with fear and trepidation.

"Please look at the back of the test paper... Suspected of cheating? Impossible!"

"I didn't cheat, teacher, you made a mistake!"

"Yeah, if we can only get a score of 10 or so by cheating, we might as well jump off the building."

Looking at the crowd in an uproar, the middle-aged teacher stood with his hands behind his back and told the truth calmly.

"You may not know this, but I can see your little movements clearly from the podium."

"You can tell at a glance between those who truly rely on their own abilities and those who are scheming."

"Why do you think I was standing at the back of the classroom? It was because a few students were getting impatient."

The cheaters looked at each other in bewilderment, but were speechless.

Ignoring nothing else, Kohei Imamura grabbed the black-haired man's neck, intending to kill him to vent his anger.

Kitahara Iori took the initiative and pressed the man down on the table.

"You were going to take a make-up exam anyway. Whether I report you or not, the result will be the same, right?"

"Everyone is going to die, right? Why don't you die now? The result will be the same, right?"

"There's nothing we can do. Since we can't reach an agreement..."

The middle-aged teacher stopped the two people who were making noise and announced the specific time of the make-up exam.

Although Kujo Ditaro did not reveal his cheating, there was still a comment on the back of his test paper asking him to retake the test.

He didn't want to hold on to the end, after all, his body was not in good condition, and a make-up exam was actually no big deal for him.

.....

"Come on, Di Taro, let's go have a drink."

Kujo Ditaro took out his cell phone, checked the time, and refused, "I drove here, so it's not convenient for me to drink."

"Huh? That's pretty boring, isn't it?"

Kitahara Iori looked slightly disappointed and suggested, "Then let's do something else. It's still early, and we need to vent our frustrations after failing the exam."

Imamura Kohei recalled his previous weakness and said abruptly, "Why don't we go to the gym? We can't drink anyway, so we might as well exercise."

"Gym?" Kujo Ditaro was stunned. "Have you finally gotten wise? Or are you just paralyzed?"

Kitahara Iori's eyes were complicated, and he frowned and said, "You don't really want to train your body so you can go outside of elementary and middle schools and wait for girlfriends, do you?"

"What a joke! Lolita from the second dimension is really a lolita, and lolita from the third dimension... is just a little sister at best."

Kohei Imamura argued with reason, but to little effect.

Kitahara Iori covered his mouth and whispered, "What should we do? Should we nip crime in the bud?"

Kujo Ditaro was uneasy and simply changed the subject.

"With his personality, he can't practice. Let's go. I have nothing to do."

"You're right, and nowadays young girls are very picky, they like muscular men... it hurts..."

The three of them reached a consensus and headed to the gym.

Now that they have a means of transportation, they are no longer limited to the small town and have set their sights on high-end gyms in the city.

After Kujo Ditaro drove for half an hour, the three of them arrived at the most famous gym in the area.

SILVER MANGYM!

"This gym has great reviews online. I heard it's become a global gym with many professional bodybuilders... Plus, they're having a promotion where you can workout for free."

Kitahara Iori was checking his phone while introducing himself.

Kohei Imamura opened his mouth and looked up, looking a little embarrassed.

"Wouldn't it be ridiculous for rookies like us to go up against such a professional team?"

"Gyms love rookies like you. After all, you don't know anything, and they can get you a membership just by fooling around a little."

Kujo Ditaro put away the key, pointed to the side, and waved, "Let's go, that's the entrance, let's go in and take a look."

The two had no objection and quickly followed.

As they were about to enter the gym, Kohei Imamura's face became paler and paler.

Kitahara Iori glanced sideways and sneered, "Why are you so scared when you mentioned the gym? You're already a grown-up, and you're still afraid of this and that. Aren't you ashamed?"

"What do you know...I...I..." Imamura Kohei tried his best to defend himself, but he lacked confidence and his speech was not smooth.

"Three of you, are you here to experience fitness?"

Kujo Ditaro stopped and the two people behind him shut up tactfully.

The office lady holding the documents smiled her usual smile. "Is this your first time here? Let me introduce you three."

Chapter 106: Ditaro...there is a nymphomaniac!

"We at SILVER MANGYM are currently doing pre-summer vacation promotions, so we'll be entertaining any guests for free this month."

"Mr. Kujo, are you involved in bodybuilding or other sports?"

"I'm still a college student, and this is something I learned on my own as a hobby."

The staff member stopped, his eyes widened, and his face gradually became clear.

"Guest...what did you say? You practiced it as a hobby?"

Kujo Ditaro pointed and changed the subject, "That's your training room over there, right?"

The staff member paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes, that's our training room. Please follow me."

The three of them deliberately slowed down their pace, kept some distance between them, and then whispered to each other.

"Di Taro, even a professional like her seems surprised by your figure. How did you train?"

"I'm gifted, so the effect is more obvious."

"We know talent is important, but isn't your talent... too extraordinary?"

Kujo Ditaro couldn't explain it, so he could only blame it all on his own talent.

The two still felt it was a little outrageous, but fortunately they were used to it, so after mentioning it a few times, they didn't say anything more.

With a bang, Kujo Ditaro stopped and said with his head down: "Sorry, I wasn't looking at the road. Are you okay?"

"No...it's okay..."

As the black-haired girl murmured, her slightly narrowed eyes suddenly widened.

Kujo Ditaro leaned over and extended his hand, saying, "Let me help you up."

"Oh...thank you."

"Ms. Zouruin, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Is this SILVER MANGYM's trainer?"

The staff member shook his head and explained, "Ms. Zou Liuyuan, you misunderstood. This gentleman is not our trainer, but a guest who came to experience fitness."

"Oh..." The black-haired girl smiled and said suddenly, "Are you going to join SILVER MANGYM as a professional athlete?"

"You misunderstood. I'm just an ordinary guy who's a bit strong. I don't do professional sports, nor do I do bodybuilding..."

Kujo Ditaro was halfway through his words when he suddenly felt stunned.

Why does the name Zou Ryuin sound familiar...?

Wait...the local big conglomerate is called the Zou Ryuin Consortium.

And the company my parents work for seems to be affiliated with this consortium...

This girl...could she be the daughter of the Zouyuan Group?

After thinking for a while, Kujo Ditaro decisively denied his inner suspicion.

After all, the Zouyuan Group is a leading local enterprise. Such a wealthy daughter, even if she doesn't learn talents such as music, chess, calligraphy and painting at home, should not go to a gym like this to sweat profusely.

"You haven't received professional training?"

The black-haired girl covered her mouth with her hands, a strange look in her eyes. "Impossible! A figure like yours can't be achieved without putting all your energy into it."

Kujo Ditaro was at a loss for words, so he pointed ahead and said perfunctorily, "I don't know about this either. Sorry, we have to go to the gym now."

"Wait a moment." The black-haired girl pursed her pink lips, clasped her hands together in front of her, and her pretty face was bright red.

"Well, I have a humble request. Can I go to the gym with you?"