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

After Kujo Ditaro parked the car temporarily, he handed a note to the two people.

"There's no parking space nearby. If we all go to the supermarket, we'll probably be photographed by the traffic police. So, could you please buy some for me?"

"No way?" Kitahara Iori took the note, glanced at it, and said in surprise: "Are you moving to a supermarket? Why are you buying so much?"

"If I bought less, why would I drive here and why would I ask you guys to come along?"

Kujo Ditaro waved his hand and urged, "Alright, you guys haven't had breakfast yet, this time it's on me."

"A breakfast, really..."

The two men grumbled but got out of the car anyway.

Kujo Ditaro opened the car window and played with his cell phone out of boredom.

I don’t know how much time passed, but Kitahara Iori came back panting, carrying two large bags of goods.

"Open the trunk. I'll put the stuff in the back for you. Gengping still has three bags. If there's something like this next time, don't call us. We're exhausted."

"Those who are capable should do more work. I will treat you to lunch at noon."

Kujo Ditaro pressed the button and the trunk slowly rose.

"Just ignore me. Remember to invite us next time!" Kitahara Iori lifted his things with all his strength, put them down, and sighed, "Alas, I shouldn't have gotten a gym membership. Now I can only rely on you for support to survive."

"Take on a few more jobs now and then. If all else fails, ask Gengping. Didn't he say yesterday that he could help you sell your kidney?"

"Di Taro, you're such a mean person, be careful... Hey, what is this?"

"I've already put some drinks in the refrigerator. If you want any, come and have some after you finish moving your things."

Kujo Ditaro's words aroused Kitahara Iori's curiosity.

Kitahara Iori wanted to ask a few more questions, but at this moment, his cell phone rang.

"I know...I'll be there right away. Hurry, hurry, hurry...hurry me."

After Kitahara Iori hung up the phone, he ran towards the supermarket.

Kujo Ditaro waited for a while and then heard cursing voices coming from behind.

"Stop looking for trouble. Put your things up here. We should leave."

The two stopped arguing with each other, put their things in the trunk, and turned around to sit in the back seat.

Kujo Ditaro asked as he drove.

"Where are you going?"

"It's almost nine o'clock. There's no point in going home. Why don't we go to Di Taro's?"

"Okay, let's go to Ditaro's house."

The two reached a consensus and the corners of their mouths began to rise.

Kujo Ditaro had no objection, but the smile on his face was a little weird.

The all-white Prado was parked steadily in the garage.

The three of them pushed the door open and got out of the car, carrying a total of five large bags of things, and entered a building on the side.

"Di Taro, is there anyone at your house right now?"

"No one, my cousin has classes in the morning, so you guys can take the things to the refrigerator."

"Hey, the large double-door refrigerator, the atmosphere is getting a little more lively."

Ignoring the two's jokes, Kujo Ditaro packed up his things and gestured, "Let's talk in my room."

"OK."

The two followed behind Kujo Ditaro, one in front and one behind.

As the door opened, a spacious and sunny room came into view.

Kitahara Iori covered his eyes with one hand, his voice trembling.

"If I had arranged the room properly, my room now would at least be normal."

"Oh? You mean that time? You brought it upon yourself."

"You...if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have so many things to do. Sister Zi's...fuck!"

Chapter 117: Three scumbags meet a big bitch?

"What happened to you?"

Kujo Ditaro became interested.

Kitahara Iori waved his hand, obviously unwilling to talk about the sadness of the past.

Imamura Kohei coughed lightly and grinned, "It's like this. When Iori first moved in, he was drinking heavily every day, so he didn't even decorate his room, so he called us to help..."

"I never called you that!" Kitahara Iori bared his teeth and interrupted, "Anyway, it was them who messed around and caused my character to become negative, so I was isolated in that shabby little room."

"You're really trying to pass the buck. They didn't mind the previous times, but the last time you posted Kotegawa's profile picture..."

Imamura Kohei was halfway through his words when his neck was grabbed.

Kitahara Iori's eyes widened, a trace of emotion appeared on his face, and his tone became more powerful.

"It's okay? Are you sure they don't mind? Do you know how badly I've been misunderstood? Huh?!"

"Ahem...you really...want to fight, right?"

Imamura Kohei broke free from his restraints and took several steps back, his face becoming increasingly ferocious.

"enough."

Kujo Ditaro interrupted the two men's farce and said in a deep voice: "We are all brothers. What are you doing? I have told you many times that punching and kicking will not kill people. I have a baseball bat over here. I can kill them with one blow!"

"..."

The two thought for a moment, then reconciled and their tone became friendly.

"What? We are all brothers, there is no conflict."

"That's right. Brothers are like brothers. It's just a misunderstanding. We shouldn't take it seriously."

"Okay, let's talk about business."

Kujo Ditaro pointed downwards, indicating that they should sit on the ground and talk.

The three of them sat down cross-legged and started chatting seriously.

"Iori, I heard you've been under a lot of pressure at work lately?"

"I met a colleague with cerebral palsy. She's really mean-spirited. Taking advantage of her looks, she calls herself the queen. What a bitch!"

Kitahara Iori bit his nails, his face becoming more and more distorted.

Kohei Imamura rested his chin with one hand, his expression a bit like a smile.

"I finally understood that appearance is the key point."

"Are you kidding me? Am I the kind of person who acts like a bootlicker?"

"Hmm? Iori, go downstairs and get some drinks and snacks. I'll reward you later."

"Good Ledger."

Looking at the black-haired man who pushed the door open, the two smiled at each other.

Imamura Kohei straightened his back and muttered, "Iori's workplace seems to be a family restaurant, right?"

"You two can talk about anything, right? Why do you need to ask me about this?"

"We can talk about anything and everything, Di Taro, are you interested in meeting that bitch?"

Kujo Ditaro narrowed his eyes, feeling a little strange.

Could it be that their relationship progressed so rapidly after they slept together last night?

It shouldn't be like that, but what's with this protective aura?

Hey...I have to tell Sister Zi.

Kujo Ditaro took out his cell phone and quickly wrote a text message and sent it.

[Sister Azusa, the situation is very good. Kohei and Iori are making rapid progress, and they are even trying to protect their own children.]

What have you been doing these past few days?

[I won't go into detail, but Iori spent the night at Kouhei's.]

[Wow! I didn't expect Kohei to be so bold? Nice!]

"What are you talking about?"

Imamura Kohei frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "You haven't replied to me about the previous matter, Di Taro."

Kujo Ditaro put down his phone and asked, "Kohei, why did you go to meet a bitch? What's your reason?"

"Reason?" Imamura Kohei was silent for a moment, then spread his hands and said, "You're curious, after all, a scumbag like Iori actually has a bitch who can make him lose face. He must be a powerful figure, so I want to meet him."

What happened last night...

Is it that alcohol makes cowards braver? Or is it that they act recklessly after drinking?

I'm curious...but I guess they won't tell the truth...

Kujo Ditaro crossed his hands, his expression becoming increasingly complicated.

Just as Imamura Kohei was about to speak, the door suddenly opened.

Kitahara Iori, holding a plate of snacks and drinks, returned to his previous seat and sat down.

"What are you guys talking about? The atmosphere seems so off?"

"I'm just curious about how powerful that bitch you mentioned is. After all, a despicable person like you could actually be controlled by her."

"She's a face-obsessed, gold-digger, and a bit of a sadist. She's very skilled at saying one thing to your face and another behind your back. If it weren't for my scumbag sense, I would have been fooled by her. I guess it's because I've been with you guys for so long that I don't think before I speak. As a result, I said a few more words, which led to that bitch bitching at me."

Kitahara Iori's words whetted the appetite of the two.

Kujo Ditaro gave up his philosophical thoughts and asked in surprise, "Let's not talk about anything else. What's your scumbag perception?"

Imamura Kohei held his chin in his hand and murmured, "Is it just a resonance between trash? As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together."

Kitahara Iori nodded and said with a wicked smile: "What you said makes sense. It's probably the resonance between trash, just like..."

"Okay, Kohei, go get the baseball bat from that corner over there."

"OK, I understand. You still want a sack, right?"

“Wait…wait a minute!”

Kitahara Iori waved his hands repeatedly and said with a wry smile, "I was just joking. I mean, I study the details of other people's actions and then discern their true nature."

"You even study other people's details? If you say you have scumbag perception, we might believe you a little."

Imamura Kohei sneered, "Since you speak so badly of girls, it seems you have studied them thoroughly. And you still say you are not a lustful licker, bah!"

"To be honest, these are not my findings, but what the girl said herself."

Kitahara Iori was afraid that the two would not believe him, so he briefly explained his part-time job experience during this period.

"That girl is very strange, almost as good as us."

"Don't take us with you when you brag, understand?"

After Kujo Ditaro picked up the drink and took a sip, he turned to look at Imamura Kohei.

"If you want to go, I'm free."

"OK, it's been a while since I've seen such a pure bitch. Iori, lead the way."

"How can they possibly be working so early in the morning? Let me check the shift schedule in the group first."

Kitahara Iori took out his phone, looked through it for a while, and the corners of his mouth gradually rose. "According to the schedule, she will come over to work in the afternoon. Let's go over after class."

After the three of them made up their minds, they began to chat about other trivial matters.

Kujo Ditaro spoke less and played with his phone silently.

Time passed minute by minute, and in the blink of an eye it was noon.