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

As previously agreed, lunch was treated to by Kujo Ditaro.

He didn't refuse and went downstairs to cook with a smile.

Chapter 118: Geng Pingjun made his move, and he is finished.

"Wait, Ditaro is cooking?"

"Can a rough man like him cook?"

"Isn't this the kind of food that will kill you if you eat it?"

“How could that be! Hahaha…”

The two men laughed and stood up suddenly.

Looking at each other's solemn faces, they stopped thinking and rushed downstairs one after another.

Because he moved too quickly, Kitahara Iori, who was in the front, unfortunately slipped.

After a brief thought, or perhaps driven by instinct, the man subconsciously pulled back.

"Fuck! You...hiss!"

The two men rolled down several steps and finally fell into each other's arms.

When Kujo Ditaro heard the noise, he went to check it out, not knowing what was going on.

Looking at the two people lying in a mess, his expression gradually became strange.

"What the hell are you doing? You have to fall down the stairs together?"

"No...it was this guy Kitahara who pulled me...hiss."

"Sorry...I had to go pull something out, and it hurts...Get up quickly."

Di Taro didn't bother to pay attention. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he turned around and went back to cooking.

Imamura Kohei, remembering something, hurriedly asked, "Di Taro, can you cook?"

"I've lived on my own for so many years, and you ask me if I can cook?"

"No, I thought you were living on takeout."

Imamura Kohei smiled awkwardly and shifted the blame, "And it was all Iori who said that. He thought you couldn't cook, so he rushed in so fast and even caused me to fall..."

"You..." Kitahara Iori climbed up, enduring the pain in his body, and argued: "I never said that. I have always been very supportive of Di Ge's cooking skills!"

"Okay, since you're so worried, then you guys can cook lunch."

Kujo Ditaro took off his apron, pointed to the kitchen, and said with a sneer, "If you don't do it well, you know the consequences."

"no..."

"OK."

"!?"

Kitahara Iori glanced sideways, his eyes bloodshot.

Imamura Kohei waved his hand and said calmly, "I am still very confident in my cooking skills."

"What the hell are you so confident about? You're a deadbeat otaku, what the hell are you good at cooking?"

Kitahara Iori pinched the blond man's collar, tilted his face up with a distorted expression, and looked extremely ferocious.

Imamura Kohei raised his chin and snorted through his nostrils, with a very arrogant attitude.

"Just because you can't does not mean I can't. I told you before that I'm a tech geek. Except for sports, I'm OK with everything else."

"Oh huh? Then that's your own problem. Good luck."

Kitahara Iori took a step forward, and his shoulders suddenly sank.

Imamura Kohei grinned, his tone becoming increasingly stern. "I need someone to help me cook. Where are you going?"

"If you're looking for death, don't drag me into it! You bastard!" Kitahara Iori turned his head, the veins on his face clearly trembling.

"You two will do this together. If you die, you will die together. If you live, you will live together."

Kujo Ditaro used cruel means and issued a final ultimatum.

Kitahara Iori was extremely unwilling, but there was nothing he could do.

Imamura Kohei lifted his blond hair and smiled, "Today I'll show you what cooking is all about."

"OK, Iori, you don't need to help. Let him do it himself. If he doesn't do it well, we will kill him together."

"Okay, I'll go upstairs and get the baseball bat, and bring the sack down with me."

Looking at the two people with sinister smiles, Imamura Kohei didn't take it seriously, and his master's demeanor was undoubtedly revealed.

...

Kujo Ditaro sat on the sofa, leaning against a baseball bat with a metallic sheen.

Kitahara Iori also held a baseball bat, and seemed to be deliberately slapping it back and forth in his hand to create momentum.

Imamura Kohei took off his apron, pointed his hand at the dining table, and said, "Come on, both of you. Today I'll show you what neon on the tip of your tongue means!"

The two of them sat down at the table, looking at the exquisite dishes below, their expressions not changing at all.

After they took a bite of the food, their faces instantly became ferocious.

"It tastes bad!"

"nausea!"

"You're a fraud! This is utter nonsense! I've tried it before, and it tastes amazing!"

Kohei Imamura is still very confident in his cooking skills.

But he didn't expect that the two were so shameless as to lie with their eyes open.

"It was such a short friendship."

"Goodbye Kouhei-kun, we will miss you."

“You…!”

Kohei Imamura was not beaten, but was threatened realistically by the two men.

Just like that, after a noisy meal, they drove to school.

Kujo Ditaro originally wanted to park the car outside the school, but then he thought, there is nothing to worry about with just three men like them.

In addition, in order to ensure smooth traffic, parking is not allowed on the road close to the school.

So, they marched in, and then...

"Foreign vehicles, please register."

"Brother Campus Police, we are students here."

"Students? Where are your student IDs?"

The three of them were a little embarrassed. After all, who would carry such a thing these days?

Kujo Ditaro pushed the door and got out of the car, but before he could say a word, the school police waved his hand.

"I recognize you guys. No need to register. Just go in."

"Eh? Thank you very much."

After Kujo Ditaro gave a friendly smile, he drove into the school.

The campus policeman looked into the distance until the car was out of sight, then he let out a long sigh.

"You really can't underestimate today's college students. This driver is quite polite, but the others before him were really outrageous..."

.....

After the three of them returned to the classroom, they habitually occupied one corner.

Like the central figures, after they sat down, several other men came over.

"Why are you scumbags here?"

"What? We are close friends who have fought together. We are all the same."

"Are you sure you can pass the German make-up exam? It's tomorrow, and you won't be able to cheat. The most you can do is exchange answers through eye contact."

"The teacher should lower the difficulty of the questions. After all, our level is so low, it would be a waste to make difficult questions, right?"

"That's right."

As they continued to discuss, their faces inadvertently became a little ferocious.

There are dozens of students in the classroom, and each of them has their own small group to pass the time.

However, everyone understood that compared to their normal group, the group famous for their emoticons was the most beautiful center of the scene.

These idiots, how many more people have been infected?

Chisa Furukawa in the upper right corner was tucking her hair by her ear and sighing continuously.

To be honest, the person who could talk to her in this classroom was the one she least wanted to talk to.

But humans are always social animals. If they stay alone for a long time, they will feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Can...

Looking at that group of exaggerated facial expressions, Chisa Furukawa thought for a moment and silently gave up the urge to find someone to chat with at school.

Chapter 119: Di Taro plays a gangster, Zhang Fei eats bean sprouts?

"The target's name is Busujima Sakurako, that girl."

"Hmm? She's quite pretty. No wonder Iori became someone's bootlicker."

"What the hell..."

The three of them sat in the car and looked out together.

A girl with long hair and dressed quite sexy walked past them in an orderly manner on the sidewalk beside them.

The girl has a good appearance, and her face looks fair and rosy with light makeup.

His eyes were bright and lively, but there was something wrong with the way he looked at people.

She is tall and plump, and her curves are even more striking under her bright clothes.

The hairstyle is fashionable and stylish. At first glance, you can tell that it was designed by a barber.

"If what Iori said is true, is she dressing like this to hook up with rich second-generations?"

"That's probably the case. She pursues famous brands and handsome men, which makes her look like a rich second generation."

"Not only that, with her looks, she should be able to find an ordinary rich second generation, but she didn't do that and is still working here."

Kujo Ditaro retracted his gaze and said with a smile, "She's a master. She probably wants to play the role of a good girl who works and studies, and use this as a way to hook up with a more focused rich second generation."

"That makes sense. Her acting is superb. She has completely different attitudes in front of the handsome guy and me. I suspect she has schizophrenia."

Kitahara Iori took the opportunity to add insult to injury in an attempt to save face.

Imamura Kohei raised the corner of his mouth and said with a sinister smile: "On the other hand, Iori is ugly."

"Get lost! Eh? Kouhei, you're pretty, why don't you go seduce her."

"Stranger... I'm not going."

Kujo Ditaro stretched, his tone somewhat flat.

"Since we're here, we definitely have to go in. But aside from Iori and that girl having a feud, we don't have any conflicts here. How do we strike the right balance?"

"You don't have to go too far. Just act like a mean customer and give her a hard time. She's very confident about her looks. Let her see that good looks can't make a living."

Kitahara Iori gave a thumbs up, signaling the two to cheer on.

Imamura Kohei remained unmoved, and his voice sounded somewhat sarcastic.

"And then? You're not going to go and comfort her afterwards? Are you trying to set a trap within a trap?"

"How is that possible? I'm that kind of person? And it wasn't you who brought this up."