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

Kujo Ditaro held his chin in his hand, muttered to himself for a while, then nodded and said, "This is the only way. I don't think I have the talent to draw comics. Sigh, if I make a million, I will just quit and draw JOJO. Anyway, it's not for the same website..."

[Teacher Sawamura, can we chat sometime? ]

[Hmm? You mean the comic book thing?]

[Right, didn't you say you'd give me some guidance? Are you free next month?]

In the spacious room, Sawamura Eriri was leaning back in a chair, twirling a drawing brush and typing a reply.

"Next month is no problem. Since I promised to teach you, I won't break my promise."

The teacher is generous, the teacher is awesome, and the teacher drinks oolong tea.

Oolong tea?

What's the point of drinking oolong tea? I'm a dark matter smoker!

Sawamura Eriri curled up the corners of her lips and quickly typed a reply.

[Okay, is there anything else? If not, I'll just go back to work.]

[It's okay, teacher, please be busy.]

After sending the message, Kujo Ditaro felt a little better.

With great interest, he opened the search website and entered the keywords "Naoya Okubo and Kengankai".

"Hmm? What kind of information is this..."

Kujo Ditaro moved the mouse and clicked it, and the interface suddenly turned into a fist pattern.

Chapter 141: One step to the stomach? Occasionally to...

The main colors of the website are red and black.

There is no other pattern in the center except for a fist with clear lines.

Kujo Ditaro clicked the mouse, and the fist pattern gradually disappeared. What followed was a prompt box requiring the account and password to be entered.

Kujo Ditaro didn't have an account, so he decided not to investigate further and happily closed the website.

To be honest, he had some doubts about the existence of Kengankai.

For example...underground black boxing or something like that.

He was somewhat curious and eager to learn about this kind of thing, but he didn't have the stubborn idea of digging deep into the matter.

After all, he is just an ordinary person, and being content with his current life is the most important thing. As for the dark side of society, what does it have to do with him?

Even if everything goes as he expected, the Kengan Club is an underground organization that fights black boxing, and he has the physique to be a thug, but how many people like this kind of life where they gamble their lives for money?

Kujo Ditaro stopped his meaningless speculation and sighed, "Really? What nonsense are you thinking? Even if the Kengankai is an underground boxing organization, it's just an underground boxing organization. Compared to the gunfights that happen every day in foreign countries, it's nothing..."

That's right, Kujo Ditaro was a little worried.

Ever since he guessed that Kengankai might be an underground black boxing organization, he has been worried about defeating Naoya Okubo.

You know, Okubo Naoya was a man who had received hundreds of punches from him.

Although he didn't use his full strength and Okubo Nao was not seriously injured, this doesn't mean that the fight between the two wasn't fierce, but that there was no reference.

Whenever an ordinary person is placed in between, the output of the two people can be clearly reflected.

Kujo Ditaro recognizes the strength of Naoya Okubo.

Therefore, the human who can be recognized by this non-human must be the ace fighter in the black boxing organization.

And he, an ordinary man, not only defeated the ace fighter, but also won easily?

The weirdness of this situation is no less than winning five million in the Welfare Lottery, and then hitting the first prize in the Sports Lottery...?

No matter what, as long as the Kengankai is really a boxing organization with some power, there is a high probability that they will investigate him.

If he can't figure it out by then, someone will ask him to fight, and he will become famous in one fight, and then he will embark on a career as a boxing champion with both wealth and beauty?

"It shouldn't be that exaggerated. Otherwise, it's been several days. The people who should come to see me should have come a long time ago..."

After thinking about it for a while, Kujo Ditaro became more and more certain that he was overthinking it.

However, in reality...

The Kengan Association is indeed a boxing organization, and its power is enormous, with countless bigwigs involved behind it.

Precisely because the organization has enormous power and a scale beyond imagination, they are very picky about their requirements for thugs.

All the fighters who are able to enter the Quanyuan Association are truly strong. Anyone who can achieve good results will inevitably become a guest of honor of a certain force.

In order to ensure that the thugs can give their all, when these forces sincerely invite the thugs, they will not only persuade them with kind words, but also give them enough benefits.

In short, even if someone comes to invite Kujo Ditaro to fight, he is expected to treat the invitation with sincerity. After all, harmonious development can only go hand in hand.

Fortunately, Okubo Naoya and Kaio did not spread the news about Kujo Ditaro's situation, otherwise the life of the Kujo family would not be so comfortable.

......

eight pm.

hum!

Kujo Ditaro paused the movie and picked up the phone on the table and answered it.

"What are you doing? Iori."

"Di Taro, have you found anything about the Women's University tickets?"

"No, all the tickets are booked."

"You can't do it anymore? Looks like we only have one last way to go..."

After Kujo Ditaro hung up the phone, a sinister smile suddenly appeared on his expressionless face.

Didi!

The all-white Prado slowly stopped by the roadside.

Looking at the car parked in front of him, the black-haired man waved symbolically.

Kujo Ditaro lowered the window and gestured, "Get in the car, we're going to pick up Kouhei."

"OK."

After Kitahara Iori got in the car, he immediately talked about his plan.

"It's clear what Busujima means. She wants to embarrass you two, and then she'll fulfill her promise and give us the tickets."

"Then the tickets can be used for three. As long as we have the previous ticket, we can all get into the Women's University."

"But the more troublesome thing is, how should you embarrass yourself, and to what extent? I mean, to achieve your goal in one go, you might as well make a huge fool of yourself."

"She's a sadist, isn't she? You have such a thick coating on your tongue, why don't you be a licker? Go lick her until she's satisfied, and you'll get the ticket."

Kitahara Iori pinched his forehead and whispered, "It's no use."

"Hmm?" Kujo Ditaro was stunned and asked in surprise: "You...you licked it?"

"No, a bitch like her won't achieve her goal, even if I lick faster than a dog, it's useless."

The black-haired man's answer was truly thought-provoking.

After a moment of silence, Kujo Ditaro said seriously, "Iori, besides desire, what else do you care about?"

"What's going on? You're asking such a serious question all of a sudden. Let me think..."

Kitahara Iori frowned, covered his chin with one hand, and looked like he was deep in thought.

After an unknown amount of time, the man gave his answer, "Besides lust, I also care about breasts."

"I have to say, you live life to the fullest, scum."

"Same here, Di Taro. In my opinion, we have the most in common."

"for example?"

Kujo Ditaro honked the horn and started to overtake.

Kitahara Iori said without hesitation: "Your sculpture is so big, I can be lustful at first sight..."

Oh!

Kujo Ditaro made a mistake in operation and almost caused a car accident.

Fortunately, I reacted in time, not only stabilizing the car body, but also successfully completing the overtaking.

Beep beep!

Hearing the horn sounding from behind, Kujo Ditaro couldn't help but curse as he stepped on the accelerator.

"What the hell are you saying out of the blue? Do you know that we almost died just now?"

"Uh... I'm just being honest. Besides, you've been in the diving club for so long, isn't your resistance enough?"

Kitahara Iori smiled awkwardly and said in a deep voice, "Besides, shouldn't men be happy to hear about this kind of thing? Aren't you happy?"

"You're not a woman, why should I be happy?"

Kujo Ditaro stepped on the accelerator and said with a sinister grin, "But according to you, you shouldn't be distracted, right? Right, Iori-chan?"

"Although there are some differences between us, I am still within the normal range. Please respect me, okay?"

Kitahara Iori lacked confidence, but still responded.

Kujo Ditaro raised the corner of his mouth, "Don't I respect you? I respect your ideas, right, Iori-chan?"

Chapter 142: Busujima Sakurako surrenders and is willing to do anything?

"How to say?"

After getting in the car, Kohei Imamura immediately asked for details.

Kitahara Iori gave an answer, but it was rejected.

"Why bother with all that? Just get the person out, and then we'll use force."

"Use the hard method?!"

Kujo Ditaro's words caused the two of them to have wild thoughts.

Imamura Kohei repeatedly waved his hands and refused, "That won't do. I'm not that kind of person. We might end up in jail."

Kitahara Iori nodded in agreement and advised, "Yeah, Di Taro, it's just a ticket, there's no need to fight so hard, right?"

Kujo Ditaro didn't bother to talk nonsense and just said what was on his mind.

"What are you thinking? Since you want tickets, why not use a more direct method, like a punishment game or something."

"Punishment game? I thought..."

"Hahaha... But the problem is, not everyone follows the rules like we do. What if she goes back on her word?"

"Go back on her word? Would she dare? We've recorded the tape. If she dares to do anything dirty, we'll treat her to oolong tea."

As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of the three people twisted at the same time.

Kitahara Iori took out his phone, his sharp teeth gleaming faintly at the corners of his mouth. "I'll call her and ask her out first."

"Wait a minute." Imamura Kohei stretched out his hand to stop her, interrupting, "According to the normal female way of thinking, if three of us men were to ask her out, no one would agree, right?"

"Hmm?" Kitahara Iori shook his head and smiled, "What are you talking about? Is she a normal person? She's a scumbag just like us."

"Talking to you is so tiring." Imamura Kohei was too lazy to complain. He turned his head and looked forward and asked, "Di Taro, what do you think? It will be very troublesome if we can't make an appointment."

"It doesn't matter. Iori knows that Busujima better than us, so just let him do it."

Kujo Ditaro leaned his head against the seat, his eyes narrowed, and his tone was slightly casual.

"Anyway, even if we don't look for her, she will come to us, so there's no need to worry too much about failure."

"OK, I'll send her a message then."

Kitahara Iori composed the text message, checked it briefly, and sent it decisively.

hum!

"Eh? You're back so soon? Hmm..."