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

Imamura Kohei grabbed the black-haired man's neck and said with a wry smile, "Di Taro, don't listen to Iori's nonsense. If you have to sacrifice him, why not use Iori? A useless person like him deserves no death."

"What the hell..."

"My value to the team is far greater than Iori..."

After Kitahara Iori broke free from the restraints, he grabbed the man and strangled him under the armpits.

Imamura Kohei pulled his arm around his neck and said reluctantly, "Di Taro... I'm more useful than Iori. He's such a loser... uh... he... sacrificed himself..."

Looking at the blond man whose resistance was gradually weakening, Kitahara Iori grinned and suggested, "Di Taro, Kohei is the traitor among us, so we should sacrifice him later."

"It doesn't matter who is sacrificed, but Kouhei is indeed a good candidate."

The corners of Kujo Ditaro's mouth looked extremely grim in the reflection of the rearview mirror.

"This guy is beautiful and has so many good qualities. He must be restrained."

Kitahara Iori increased his strength, and his face was distorted beyond recognition.

That's right, he was jealous.

Even when Kujo Ditaro found a girlfriend, he had never been so jealous.

There was no way. He had thought that the three people in this team were of similar level. Even if there was a traitor in the middle, there were still two people running a fair race.

However, the truth is cruel. Among the three, he is the only one running!

The other two were either flying rockets or airplanes, so there was no way they could compete normally.

So, in order to achieve psychological balance, he had to drag someone down with him.

"Give up! You can't possibly beat me in terms of physique!"

Kitahara Iori found spiritual sustenance and began to show his excellent physical fitness.

Imamura Kohei's face twisted as he squeezed out a word at the top of his lungs, "You heartless beast!"

"Whatever you say."

Kitahara Iori had made up his mind, and his ordinary face was filled with a look of determination.

Chapter 156: How to create a car accident?

"Eh?"

After driving back for about an hour, Kujo Ditaro caught up with the truck that was supposed to be carrying people.

"Did that sister jump out of the car?"

"I guess so, but why didn't I meet him on the road?"

Kujo Ditaro turned the car around and thought, "Could he have jumped into the sea?"

Kitahara Iori squeezed the blond man's neck and analyzed, "That sister has lived safely to this age. Doesn't that mean she has strong survival skills? She wouldn't jump into the sea, right?"

"Maybe." Kujo Ditaro nodded and said with a pout, "Let's go back first. We might run into her on the way. This idiot is really hard to understand. I can't figure out her ways at all."

"Kengping, what do you think of your mother-in-law? Oh... you're very happy, right? Okay, we understand. We will definitely help you arrange this marriage."

Kitahara Iori ignored the blond man's increasingly distorted expression and spoke a lot of words on his own.

After an unknown amount of time, Kujo Ditaro found Hanabata Yoshiko running wildly.

"Yo, running."

"Yeah! Running."

"Oh... do you want me to give you a ride?"

Hanabata Yoshiko waved her hand and said subconsciously: "No, I need to find someone, it's not convenient for me to take your car."

"Is that so?" Kujo Ditaro rolled up the car window and stepped on the accelerator.

"This car looks familiar, and the sound just now was also..."

Looking at the white car going away, Hanabata Yoshiko thought for a moment and suddenly said, "Isn't this Di Taro's car? Hey! Di Taro! Wait a minute!"

"Don't you need a ride?" Kujo Ditaro slowed down, waited for a moment, and then tilted his head and asked, "Why do you want a ride again, Yoshiko?"

"No, I didn't notice it just now. Forget it, let's not talk about this for now. Wait...what was I going to tell you..."

Hanabata Yoshiko's stupidity once again refreshed the three people's cognition.

Kujo Ditaro pondered for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "Get in the car first, Yoshiko."

Looking at the orange-haired girl getting in the car, Kitahara Iori raised the corners of his mouth and said flatteringly: "Sister Jiazi, I have something good to tell you."

"Hmm? Sister Yoshiko? Hahaha." Hanabata Yoshiko scratched her head and smiled, praising: "You have good taste. If you have anything to say, I'm listening."

"Uh huh..."

Imamura Kohei's eyes were bloodshot and he struggled even harder.

Kitahara Iori increased his grip and said with a smile, "Sister Kako, my name is Kitahara Iori. I'm your brother and I really want to arrange a marriage with your future child."

"Hmm? Childhood marriage? Oh... I remember why I came to pursue Di Taro." Hanabata Yoshiko clapped her hands and said excitedly: "Di Taro, I came to tell you..."

Kujo Ditaro turned around and smiled, interrupting, "Yako, don't be anxious. What Iori said is more important to you."

"Iori, are you talking about child marriage?" Hanabata Yoshiko looked at the black-haired man, her eyes slowly moving downwards.

Imamura Kohei pretended to be ugly, and his face became more and more distorted.

Hanabata Yoshiko frowned and said in disdain, "He's too ugly, no."

Nice!

Imamura Kohei was ecstatic and his expression became even more ferocious.

Kitahara Iori was stunned and said anxiously: "Sister Jiazi, don't be fooled by him, he is very handsome."

"No." Hanabata Yoshiko shook her head and said seriously, "My child will definitely be very cute. He can't be like this. But you can, of course."

"Uh..." Kitahara Iori widened his eyes and evaded the question, "That's not necessary. Sister Kako is so cute, my child is not worthy of her..."

"No, you're pretty good-looking. Although not as handsome as Xiao Ming, I recognize you."

"(⊙o⊙)..."

The lines on Kitahara Iori's face became increasingly distinct.

Imamura Kohei pulled away the arm that was strangling his neck and suggested, "Sister Kako, why don't you two become in-laws? I think it's feasible."

"You are so..."

Kitahara Iori didn't expect that he was tricked just because he didn't pay attention for a moment.

Hanabata Yoshiko held her chin in her hands and nodded with interest, "Well, sure, let's arrange a baby marriage."

"That's not possible!"

"I approve of the marriage between your two families!"

Kitahara Iori tightened his grip on the blond man and argued, "Sister Kako, how can we be careless about this? Besides, I'm not as good-looking as this guy. His genes are definitely better than mine. You should choose him."

"No, no, no, you're more handsome than him, with black hair and regular facial features. You look a lot like Xiao Ming. I've decided it's you. Let's arrange a marriage."

"No, think twice, Sister Jiazi!"

In a hurry, Kitahara Iori didn't care about anything else and directly brought up a fatal topic.

"Have you forgotten? Sister Kako, aren't you here to see Di Taro? Keep talking about your childhood sweethearts."

"What are you talking about, Iori? It's obvious that your childhood sweetheart is more important now. Yoshiko, talk to him!"

There was an inexplicable ruthlessness in Kujo Ditaro's words.

Kitahara Iori gritted his teeth and continued bungee jumping in the minefield, "Sister Kako, you and Di Taro have known each other for so long, the best candidate for the child marriage is naturally Di Taro."

"Shut up!" Kujo Ditaro was distracted while driving, "Yako, he looks quite similar to Xiao Ming. Since you like Xiao Ming, your child will definitely like Iori's child, so..."

"No, no, no, Di Taro is still better. Sister Kako is so good at sports, and her future children will not be bad at sports either, so we have to find someone who can keep up physically. Di Taro's child is the best candidate."

"Iori, if you continue like this, I guarantee you won't have another generation. Do you understand what I mean?"

Seeing the two people arguing with each other, Hanabata Yoshiko felt deeply distressed and shouted hysterically: "Shut up, shut up, stop arguing. Although my child is very cute, there is no need for you to do this."

"Yako, listen to me and arrange a marriage with Iori!"

"No, Sister Kako, Di Taro is the right choice!"

"No!"

Hanabata Yoshiko covered her face with her hands, her voice a little suppressed. "You two are obviously good friends, you shouldn't quarrel over such things. I would feel guilty if I did so, so... I plan to have two children, and you and your family can decide on one!"

“Pfft…Hahahaha!”

As a spectator, Imamura Kohei finally couldn't help but burst out laughing when he heard this.

"What are you laughing at!" Kitahara Iori was furious, veins bulging in his arms, and he intended to strangle the person in his arms.

Kujo Ditaro sighed and couldn't help but wonder how he could have inadvertently caused a car accident that happened to kill three people?

Chapter 157: Come on! Kiss! I’m afraid of you!

As we all know, if you focus on one thing, you will reach the pinnacle of success.

Stupid people can easily influence the way of thinking of those around them. In other words, they have an aura of collective lower intelligence.

Kujo Ditaro disliked Hanabata Yoshiko so much that he didn't even add her email address to avoid being infected with the disease.

But now, this girl whose mind is full of bananas actually wants to harm his next generation?!

To be honest, Kujo Ditaro could no longer suppress the murderous intent in his heart.

Use a car accident?

Or should we devise some trick to put them in jail?

It really doesn't work...

The corners of Kujo Ditaro's mouth rose, and his expression became more distorted and ferocious.

Kitahara Iori, sensing danger, looked ahead vigilantly. Relying on the reflection in the rearview mirror, he saw an indescribably horrifying face.

Isn't this too creepy?!

Kitahara Iori withdrew his gaze, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.

Based on his past experience, he can say responsibly that the man in front of him...I really want to kill him!

"What's wrong with you? Are you cold?"

Hanabata Yoshiko turned her head and looked at the black-haired man whose face twitched frequently, and asked subconsciously.

After thinking for a moment, Kitahara Iori's face suddenly became ferocious, "Sister Kako! I'm a pervert!"

"Eh?"

Hanabata Yoshiko was stunned and speechless.

Kitahara Iori didn't care about his face and kept talking about the stupid things he had done.

"I'm a pervert, I'm an exhibitionist, I'm a pervert..."

"He... ugh!"

Kohei Imamura wanted to fight for his life, but he was one step behind and was almost strangled to death.

Hanabata Yoshiko's expression was solemn as she murmured, "So perverted..."

"Yes, yes, yes! I am such a pervert!" Kitahara Iori nodded repeatedly, with a hopeful glint in his eyes.

"Okay then." Hanabata Yoshiko sighed and comforted him, "It's okay. It's normal for men to be a little abnormal. Don't be discouraged, Iori."

"I...that's not what I meant." Kitahara Iori forced a smile and explained, "What I meant is, since I'm such a pervert, my offspring will definitely be perverts too. Sister Kako's child can't be with a pervert, right, Sister Kako?"

Hanabata Yoshiko gave a thumbs up and praised: "Xiao Ming and I are both perverted. You are a perfect match for us."

"No!"

Kitahara Iori was furious. He glanced down and saw the blond man rolling his eyes, and quickly let go of his arm.

Although Imamura Kohei was freed, his expression looked a little dazed, and it was obvious that he would not be able to do anything for a while.