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

Sawamura Eriri was stunned.

She had originally wanted to go against her conscience and change the topic by praising Kujo Ditaro for his handsomeness.

But when she took a closer look, the problem became increasingly serious.

Compared to the imaginary picture in my mind, Kujo Ditaro's appearance far exceeds the rules of human body structure.

She didn't understand why several facial features that were not outstanding could give people a different feeling when put together.

Burly? No... it's domineering!

Sawamura Eriri's head began to buzz.

Before, she only thought that Kujo Ditaro was tall, and she didn't pay any attention to his appearance.

Or perhaps it was her proud and arrogant soul that didn't want her to look up.

Now, looking at this illogical face, she was speechless.

Actually, it’s hard to notice how handsome Kujo Ditaro is.

For example, if your friend is average-looking but has a beautiful smile, will you remember her average appearance or her smile?

Needless to say, the answer is to remember the most impressive one.

Therefore, Kujo Ditaro's appearance appears very ordinary under the shadow of his body size that is far beyond that of an ordinary person.

Only when people ignore his body shape will they be surprised to find that this guy actually looks pretty good.

Unfortunately, Kujo Ditaro's body shape was given by the system.

As the saying goes, products produced by the system must be high-quality. It is very difficult for ordinary people to ignore its size under normal circumstances.

The reason why Eriri Sawamura was able to succeed was because she was very timid, and after being intimidated like this, her mental state became abnormal.

"Even if your secret gets out, no one will care. We're all adults and don't have that much free time."

After Kujo Ditaro finished speaking, he stood up and walked away.

Eriri Sawamura looked back and stared for several seconds before she muttered and got up.

"Humph, this guy knows nothing. Kashiwagi Eri is very famous..."

He picked up the baseball cap on the ground, gently brushed off the dust, and then put it back on.

Looking at the figure gradually walking away, Eri Sawamura pursed her lips, turned around and was about to leave.

Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of someone walking towards her quickly.

After turning her head to take a look, she screamed and ran away.

"Wait a moment!"

"You, you, you...don't come over here!"

"Don't run away, I have something to say."

"We, we have nothing to say..."

Under the puzzled gazes of passers-by, two figures, one tall and one short, chased each other quickly.

Finally, at an intersection, Kujo Ditaro sped up and caught up with Sawamura Eriri in a few steps.

"What...are you going to do?"

"Give me another autograph."

“…”

Eriri Sawamura leaned against the wall, her eyes exposed outside the mask narrowed almost into a straight line.

Kujo Ditaro was also helpless. The options given by the system were: one was to ask for a pair of stockings, and the other was to ask for a special signature.

Although his intention was to go the former way, the harsh reality forced him to go the latter way.

"You want to sign too. I...Okay, okay, since you're like this, why don't I sign for you?"

Sawamura Eriri sighed and explained, "I don't have a pen and paper with me right now. Can I give them to you next time?"

Kujo Ditaro shook his head and said seriously: "Sawamura-kun, I am your fan, please."

Follow your sister!

Sawamura Eriri gritted her teeth and snorted, "I don't have paper and pen, how can you ask me to sign for you?"

"It's okay, there's a bookstore over there that has everything." Kujo Ditaro stretched out his hand and pointed across the street.

Eriri Sawamura looked over and saw that among the many shops across the street, there was indeed a small bookstore.

So angry!

Was it that I wasn't being obvious enough in my excuses, or was it that this man was just too thick-skinned? How could I fix it...!

"Teacher Kashiwagi Eri, is everything okay?"

Hearing this meaningful question, Sawamura Eriri snorted and walked towards the bookstore.

Kujo Ditaro followed closely behind with an inexplicable smile on his face.

The bookstore is not big. Apart from the staff, there are only a few customers reading quietly.

After buying paper and pen, Eriri Sawamura pretended to write a scribbled signature.

Suddenly, a kind reminder came from behind.

"Sawamura-kun, please be more attentive, like drawing a character on it and signing it."

"...That's a lot to ask for, I get it! A role, huh? Okay!"

"Men are not allowed either. We need beautiful girls."

“…”

Eriri Sawamura almost broke her pencil, but for the sake of her secret, she endured it again.

As a well-known comic book artist, it only takes a few minutes to draw a female character.

In order to complete the task as quickly as possible, she took off the annoying baseball cap.

The soft golden twin ponytails fell casually behind her.

Kujo Ditaro didn't disturb them, but walked aside quietly and started reading a book.

"ah....!"

When Eriri Sawamura was halfway through drawing, the hair on one side of her back was pulled down forcefully.

She cried out in pain and turned her head to see a boy with small eyes standing beside her.

"You...let go."

"A golden ponytail, just like Sailor Moon, so fun."

"What's wrong with you, kid? Stop touching my hair. I told you to stop..."

Eriri Sawamura pushed the boy in front of her away and picked up her hair with a distressed look.

“Dad…Dad…”

The boy fell to the ground and burst into tears.

A thin man not far away walked over cursing.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? I wasn't paying attention. Why are you crying again, Chengzhi?"

"Daddy, she..she pushed me."

"Push you? Why did she push you?"

"I just pulled her hair, and she got mad at me and pushed me..."

The thin man frowned and said unhappily, "Little girl, it's not necessary, is it? My child is so young, how could you push him?"

"He hurt me and I asked him to let go but he refused, so I pushed him a little..." Eriri Sawamura took a step back and defended herself weakly.

"You're such a grown-up, can't you just give in to the child? Do you know how much of an impact your push will have on a child's psychology?"

As soon as the thin man finished speaking, his shoulders sank.

Chapter 12: Girls nowadays are all so perverted

“…”

The thin man looked back, then...slowly raised his head.

The scene that came into view made his eyes widen.

Kujo Ditaro leaned over and looked sideways at the thin man's face. "Uncle, did my friend offend you? Why are you so angry?"

The thin man laughed heartily and slapped the little boy on the head with his backhand. "How many times have I told you not to touch other people's things? Do you think you can pull this sister's hair? If you cause trouble for me again, I'll break your hand. Apologize now!"

"I..." The boy lowered his head and sobbed aggrievedly, "I'm...I'm sorry, sister."

"....Uh..." Sawamura Eriri was stunned and waved her hands stiffly.

"Then I won't bother you two anymore, you little brat, come home with me! You've been causing trouble for me forever! Just wait and see how I teach you a lesson when I get back!"

"Dad... stop it... it hurts..."

Kujo Ditaro didn't look at the father and son who were leaving, but asked Sawamura Eriri.

"How's it going? Are you okay?"

"Oh, um... I'm fine, just my hair was pulled a little, it's okay... thanks..."

Eriri Sawamura turned her head away and muttered something hesitantly.

Thinking about the time limit in his mind, Kujo Ditaro became a little anxious.

"Is that signature ready?"

"...I understand. I'll draw it for you right away!"

Eriri Sawamura hummed, picked up the paintbrush on the table, and quickly finished the unfinished signature.

"Take it."

Kujo Ditaro took the autograph and said with relief, "Thank you, Sawamura-san."

"Let's just...consider it a draw! I'm going back." After saying this, Eriri Sawamura lowered her head and walked away.

"No need for me to send it off... Well, it seems that it is not necessary."

Looking at the figure that changed from walking to running, Kujo Ditaro withdrew his gaze.

He picked up the drawing paper in his hand, stared at it for a few seconds, then took out a folded piece of white paper from his pocket.

After comparing the two pieces of white paper together, Kujo Ditaro thought that the signature obtained later was of a slightly higher quality.

.....

It was already seven o'clock in the evening when Kujo Ditaro returned home.

As soon as he pushed the door open, he smelled the aroma of food.

"Cousin, you're back."

Kato Megumi, with her hair tied in a ponytail, half of her body stuck out from the kitchen.

Kujo Ditaro responded and reminded her, "Cousin, next time I come back late, you can eat first and don't have to wait for me."

Kato Hui nodded: "Well, I understand, cousin, what happened in the afternoon..."

"What happened this afternoon is not important. We have already made it clear on the phone. Okay, I'll go upstairs first and will be down soon." Kujo Ditaro took off his coat, stood up and walked upstairs.

"Oh..." Kato Megumi shrank back, and a strange look flashed across her expressionless face.

"Oh, you did so much, is it for this afternoon's event?"

After Kujo Ditaro went downstairs, he saw the sumptuous food on the table and couldn't help but say.

"Well... I'm sorry to bother you, cousin... Cousin, it's time to eat." Kato Megumi walked to the table and put down the white rice in her hand.

Kujo Ditaro sat down at the table and said with a casual smile, "It's not a big deal. We're cousins, so why be so formal?"

Kato Megumi smiled faintly, turned and walked to the kitchen. After a while, she brought out another plate of fragrant delicacies.