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

Kitahara Iori looked at his phone and analyzed, "Di Taro, this woman must be in trouble. She sent me an address. The location is a KTV."

"Oh?" Kujo Ditaro opened his eyes and asked with interest, "Only one address? No other?"

"She asked me to call. Please be quiet for a moment. I'll call and ask."

Kitahara Iori dialed the number and turned on the speakerphone mode.

I don’t know how much time passed before a panicked female voice came from the phone.

"Kitahara, where are you?"

"Bushima, what exactly happened? Give me an overview."

"Well, I was having dinner with my friends, but their boyfriends brought a few friends with them, and those guys were trying to get me drunk."

"Since you can come out and make a phone call, can't you escape now?"

"No, if I leave, what will happen to my friends? Their boyfriends are all scumbags. Then... I can't imagine what will happen!"

Kitahara Iori did not reply, but turned to look at the two of them, seeking their opinions with his eyes.

Imamura Kohei spread his hands, indicating that he didn't care.

Kujo Ditaro took the phone and said with a smile, "Bujima Sakurako, it looks like your situation is not optimistic."

"That voice...are you Kitahara's friend?"

"I understand your situation. You can definitely call the police now. Even if nothing has happened yet, isn't it better to take precautions? The police will understand."

"If I call the police, what will my friends think of me? I don't trust their boyfriends, but they don't think so. Then..."

"Bujima Sakurako, you're twenty years old now. You know that birds of a feather flock together, right? I don't rule out the possibility that your friend was naive and was deceived, but when I think about it carefully, your friend shouldn't be so naive, right?"

Kujo Ditaro tapped the steering wheel with his fingers, his expression half-smiling.

After a long period of silence on the phone, a low voice asked.

"What...do you want to say?"

Kujo Ditaro groaned and said bluntly, "I mean, you might have been sold out by your friend? Hmm?"

"Impossible! We are best friends, and what good will this kind of thing do to them?"

"I don't know about that. Maybe they think you're the same type as them and wouldn't care about these things? After all, it's fun."

"..."

In the bathroom, Busujima Sakurako clenched her cell phone with a complicated expression.

Indeed, her two best friends are not only promiscuous by nature, but also know how to pretend to be innocent.

That’s right, they are all two-faced bitches.

Unfortunately, she has very few friends, and these two are the only ones she can talk to.

Also, there is a kind of falsehood in the relationship between the three of them.

In the eyes of both of them, she is also a loose girl, but in fact...she hasn't even had a boyfriend yet.

If this were to come to light, the small group of three would inevitably split into hostile factions.

At that time, given their personalities, they would definitely spread malicious rumors about her and have her isolated from the entire class.

Sakurako Busujima has seen too much campus violence and doesn't want to follow in its footsteps, but...

"Kitahara's friend? What do you call him?"

"Let's not talk about that for now. It seems that you have sorted out your thoughts, right? What should we do?"

"You're amazing, but I have difficulties, so..."

"As a person, you need to make choices. Garbage must be sorted. If you hold onto garbage, you will become smelly too."

Busujima Sakurako was stunned, biting her red lips with her pearly teeth, and whispered, "The atmosphere in a women's university is very serious. If I take measures like that, I might end up being forced to drop out."

"Oh? So you mean to ask us to come over and help you out without making a sound, right? Why? Do you think we're all just lickers?"

"No, I didn't mean that." Busujima Sakurako hurriedly defended, "Don't get me wrong, time is running out. Let me tell you, I owe you a favor..."

"A favor? You're being a bit generous. How about this? I'll verbally promise to lend you 500 men to help you out. Wait for my notification on when they'll be there."

"Wait wait wait! I beg you, I'll do anything you ask me to do. Seriously, if I call the police or run away, my college career will be over."

Busujima Sakurako put aside her dignity and took a very humble attitude.

Kujo Ditaro raised the corner of his mouth, but his mouth was still tight-lipped.

"Well, I see it's not easy for you either, but this is a very difficult matter. You also said that you can't ruin your relationship with your friends, but if you want to get out of this, you'll inevitably infringe on the interests of those people. This is a dilemma."

"Please, I can agree to anything. I've been out for too long and have to go back. My box is in 402, please!"

Chapter 143: Brother, it’s them who say you’re nothing!

"Bye?"

"Ah."

Kujo Ditaro put down his phone and turned to the two of them, "According to her situation, tickets and such shouldn't be a problem. However, if we only need one ticket, we'd look rather stupid, so..."

"Could it be..." Kitahara Iori's face was stern, and his tone was even more so, "tied up, in a small dark room, three men and one woman?"

"Take him out and shoot him!" Imamura Kohei gave him a sidelong glance and whispered, "Di Taro, are we trying to take advantage of this opportunity to make a killing?"

"Do you really want to go to jail?" Kujo Ditaro threw his phone away and turned around and said, "Alright, whatever she's doing will be put on hold for now. Let's discuss and solve the problem first."

Imamura Kohei spread his hands and said dejectedly, "It's really troublesome, but it's understandable. Three girls make a big scene. The girls' university is indeed a place full of factions. It's really scary."

"Don't throw it away. I think only Dushima will be in trouble. I think Sister Azusa and Aina are pretty normal." Kitahara Iori held the phone and suggested, "I have a good idea. Why don't we play the yakuza again and take Dushima away under the pretext of teasing her? This way, not only will we achieve our goal, but it will also make her friends feel guilty about her. It's really killing two birds with one stone."

"Eh?" Imamura Kohei's eyes were complicated, and he sighed, "I didn't expect that your head is full of water."

"It's a feasible method, but those people have been drinking, and there might be a conflict. If a fight breaks out, it won't be worth it."

"Di Taro, they certainly won't get themselves too drunk. By then, your physique will be enough to intimidate them."

"I think so too. When the time comes, we two will work together and I guarantee that we can make you look like a real gangster boss."

Kujo Ditaro turned off the car and tilted his head, saying, "No one with a brain would associate your clothes with the underworld."

Imamura Kohei glanced down and waved his hand, saying, "It's okay. I can just go up and change into something else now. Pure black will be fine."

Kitahara Iori tugged at his short-sleeved shirt and said disdainfully, "Do you have any extra ones? Make me a set too."

"OK, follow me up."

The two went and came back, and their overall clothing style changed from being a mix of weird and wonderful to being completely black.

Kujo Ditaro was too lazy to complain, so he started the car and drove straight to the KTV.

.....

"Yingzi, what took you so long?"

"Um, my stomach felt a little uncomfortable, so I stayed a little longer."

"Is that so? Come on, let's have a drink."

Busujima Sakurako declined the suggestion to drink on the grounds that she was not feeling well.

However, as expected, these boys who came prepared kept urging people to drink with various excuses.

Looking at her two friends who accepted the wine and persuaded her to drink with them, Busujima Sakurako sighed inwardly that she was indeed naive for once.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Sakurako Busujima drank some beer, more or less.

Although the dizzy feeling was not too strong, my inner alertness was at its highest point.

"Sakura, come on, keep drinking."

"No thanks, Caizhai, I'm a little dizzy."

"Eh? That's not enough, Sakurako is so boring."

"Yingzi, your drinking tolerance is something you learn through practice. Every time you get drunk, your drinking tolerance will get better."

Faced with everyone's persuasion, Busujima Sakurako couldn't refuse and picked up the wine glass again.

Under the illumination of neon lights, the wine in the glass appears in a variety of colorful colors.

Busujima Sakurako was in a trance when the wine glass fell quietly and the wine spilled all over the floor.

Everyone exclaimed in surprise, and the few people whose drinks were spilled began to complain.

“…”

Busujima Sakurako apologized repeatedly, and when she glanced away, she saw the door of the box suddenly opened.

Everyone turned their heads to look, and what came into view was a man in black clothes.

"Excuse me everyone, I'm from the next box. I lost the punishment game and wanted to sing a song for you guys."

"Ah? It's not convenient for us here. Don't be an eyesore. Go away."

If the person is a beautiful woman, the boys in the room might happily agree, but if it is a person of the same sex, they will naturally respond coldly.

The black-haired man scratched his head and said with a wry smile, "Please give me some face, I'm playing a punishment game with Big Brother. If you can't do it, it will be very difficult to deal with."

"Get lost! Who do you think you are? If you continue to get in our way, we won't be polite to you."

Several men near the door stood up with unfriendly expressions.

The black-haired man put down his hand that was scratching his head and snorted coldly: "If you don't want to sing, then don't sing. What are you so arrogant about? Bah!"

"Oh?"

"Hey what, a bunch of garbage!"

After the black-haired man finished his mockery, he immediately pushed the door open and left.

They had already drunk some wine, and now they were blocked inside the door and scolded by an outsider. They couldn't stand it anymore.

Several men near the door chased out with ferocious faces.

"Where did this idiot come from? He's asking for trouble."

"I just heard that guy mention Big Brother. Could he be from the Black Society?"

"Look at the way he's trying to instigate things. If he were a member of the Black Society, I'd eat this cup right there and then."

"Hahaha...."

The remaining few people were talking and laughing, and the atmosphere was somewhat harmonious.

Busujima Sakurako looked around with mixed feelings.

What is this guy Kitahara doing!

There are seven or eight boys here. What if they get beaten?

Should I plead for them...my words might still be of some use...

With a bang, the door of the box was pushed open from the outside.

"You guys so fast? Are you done beating that bastard?"

"No...we..."

The people who walked into the box all had bitter expressions on their faces.

At the same time, three figures following closely behind broke the atmosphere in the venue.

"Brother, they are the ones who said you are nothing."

"What? Brother, this is not something you can mess with!"

"..."

The tall man, who was as strong as an iron tower, hesitated for a moment and his face suddenly became gloomy.

"It's not...a misunderstanding, you three."

The handsome man sitting in the middle of the sofa stood up with a wry smile and explained, "It was really a misunderstanding before."

"What misunderstanding? Didn't these guys just chase me out and even threaten to beat me to death?"