"Di Taro, your time is over. As long as you dig up your high school dark history, everything will be worth it."

Kohei Imamura held one hand in front of him, his eyes full of cunning, and he was obviously thinking about something.

Kujo Ditaro snorted and said disdainfully, "You think you can fight me with just these two hundred bananas? Yoshiko, don't be so greedy."

"200 bananas...200 bananas..." Hanabata Yoshiko gestured with her fingers, looking excited.

Kitahara Iori remained calm and said, "Three hundred bananas, Di Taro, don't be so stingy. This is related to your dark history in high school."

"Knowing too much is not always a good thing. Four hundred bananas."

There was a hint of ruthlessness in Kujo Ditaro's tone.

Kitahara Iori waved his hand, his expression very calm. "Well, if I can die on the road to seeking the truth, then my life will be without regrets. Six hundred bananas."

"Since Iori is so generous, I'll give him eight hundred bananas."

Kohei Imamura made another move and raised the auction price sharply.

Hanabata Yoshiko laughed so hard that her saliva was streaming down her face, and her eyes were narrowed into slits.

Kujo Ditaro honked the speaker. Even though he didn't say anything, his actions said a lot.

"You... one thousand!"

"One thousand five hundred, Di Taro's dark history is really exciting."

"One thousand eight hundred, don't push your luck!"

"Are you pushing for more? Fine, fine, two thousand bananas."

After a dead silence, Kujo Ditaro spoke.

"Really? Congratulations, Comrade Imamura Kohei, you win."

"Hahaha... add 2 more... wait! What did you say?"

"You heard me right. I'm not filming anymore. My high school dark history belongs to you."

Imamura Kohei was stunned and speechless.

Kitahara Iori widened his eyes and thought to himself that this was a close call.

You know, the reason why he filmed it so generously was because he was sure that Kujo Ditaro would not let go easily, but now it seems that it is really a dangerous gamble with many links connected together!

Kujo Ditaro paused the recording on his phone and lamented, "What a shame, Kohei! Bananas are around 50 yuan a piece in the market right now. Here are 2000 bananas. Iori, tell me how much they cost in total?"

Chapter 159: I admit that I gambled, but I can win!

"One hundred thousand..."

Kitahara Iori opened his mouth slightly, his voice trembling slightly.

When Imamura Kohei heard this, the lines on his face became even more distinct, as if he were petrified.

Hanabata Yoshiko has never owned more than 5,000 yuan in banknotes, so her reaction to 100,000 yuan was quite big.

"One hundred thousand yuan? How many bananas can that buy?"

"..."

Kitahara Iori was too lazy to complain, after all, it would make him look stupid.

Kujo Ditaro held the steering wheel with one hand and snapped his fingers briskly with the other.

Maybe because he was in a good mood, he also rapped a rhythmic rap.

"Look at this banana, it's long and yellow, just like this plate, it's big and round..."

"It looks like...Di Taro won't let you go."

Kitahara Iori patted the blond man's shoulder and sighed, "Go with peace of mind, Kouhei."

"You..." Imamura Kohei pinched the black-haired man's sleeve with his backhand and said in a deep voice: "Didn't we agree on a united front? You are also responsible for this!"

"I can't help it." Kitahara Iori turned his head and said calmly, "Who told you to report so harshly? This is gambling. Winning or losing can happen in an instant."

"What the hell! You're not as gentle as me in your retribution. That one thousand to fifteen hundred, is that what a beast would retribute?"

"Even if you say so, I can't help it... But you have your advantages, don't you? You're also a source of Di Taro's dark history in high school, and it's about love."

Seeing the black-haired man acting as if it had nothing to do with him, Kohei Imamura gritted his teeth in anger.

"Congratulations!" Hanabata Yoshiko couldn't wait to tell him everything she knew. "Congratulations, Kohei. The dark history of Di Taro in high school is yours now. So where's the banana?"

"Uh..." Imamura Kohei smiled awkwardly and asked, "Sister Kako, you're not taking this seriously, are you? Something like 2000 bananas..."

"Of course it's true."

The sound coming from the front interrupted the conversation between the two.

Imamura Kohei turned his head stiffly, his expression extremely grim. "Brother Di, it was me before..."

"Don't call me Brother Di. My time is over. Just call me Xiao Di."

Kujo Ditaro's humble answer was like sharpening a knife before slaughtering a pig, cruel yet with a hint of tenderness.

After all, if the knife is not sharp, the pig will die in pain. This is very inhumane and troublesome.

Kujo Ditaro has never been a devil and doesn't like trouble, otherwise this auction would be more dramatic.

"2000 bananas, that's yuan. As long as you pay up, I won't interfere with anything Yoshiko wants to say to you. But if you want to buy on credit, I don't mind helping my high school classmate collect the debt."

"Digo!!"

Kohei Imamura cried heart-wrenchingly and played the emotional card with tears in his eyes.

"I'm just being stupid. I'm not a human being. Brother Di, please forgive me this time for the sake of our friendship."

"I promise, from today on, I will be completely devoted to you and follow your lead. As long as you say stand, I won't dare to sit down, as long as..."

Kujo Ditaro waved his hand and interrupted, "You're quite the veteran actor. Okay, let me give you a favor and break a leg or chop off a hand, as you wish."

"......" Imamura Kohei laughed awkwardly and scratched his head, "Um... fingernails, are they okay?"

Kujo Ditaro nodded, "Okay, I'll peel it for you with a kitchen knife. If it peels well, you're lucky. If it doesn't..."

"Brother Di!!" With no way to retreat, Kohei Imamura had to use the same trick again, but it was of no use.

"It's useless for you to call me Tiga, let alone Di Ge?"

Kujo Ditaro had made up his mind and grinned, "If you want to trap me, you should be prepared to be trapped by me. You have to take the 2000 bananas even if you can't."

"But I don't have any money! Not a cent!"

Kohei Imamura covered his face with his hands and cried out in poverty at the top of his lungs.

Kitahara Iori couldn't bear it and suggested: "You still have kidneys..."

"roll!"

After roaring, Imamura Kohei turned around and threw himself in front of the orange-haired girl, sobbing, "Sister Kako, I don't have any money, I'm so sorry for you!"

"Uh..." Hanabata Yoshiko placed her hand on the blond man's head and said sympathetically, "It's okay. Since you don't have money, then I will..."

"Don't feel sorry for him. He has a lot of action figures at home. 100,000 is nothing to him."

Kitahara Iori knew very well that the two-on-one situation had collapsed. If he did not reaffirm his position at this moment, he would become the next tragedy.

So, without hesitation, he stabbed his former ally twice.

Imamura Kohei turned his head, and the murderous intent in his tearful eyes could hardly be concealed.

"You're a fucking beast!"

"What are you talking about? I'm just stating a fact."

"You're a fence-sitter! I haven't even cooled down yet, and you're already switching sides?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Kitahara Iori glanced over, and the face of a cunning villain was revealed vividly.

Imamura Kohei was so angry that he almost couldn't breathe.

Ignoring the situation behind him, Kujo Ditaro said directly, "I've already said this, Kohei. You should think of a solution yourself, whether it's installment payments or selling a kidney. Anyway, if you can't come up with a decent response, you know what I mean."

"How can we repair it!" Imamura Kohei trembled all over and gritted his teeth and said, "Sister Kako, you can tell me about Di Taro's dark history first."

"Di Taro had many crushes on people in high school. Which one do you want to know?"

"A lot? Which is the most profound one?"

Hanabata Yoshiko held her chin, thought for a moment, and then sticking out her tongue playfully.

"I'm sorry, my memory is not very good. I can't remember anything about Di Taro's dark history. There are only some fragmentary paragraphs."

"what?"

Imamura Kohei was stunned, then said with joy: "If your information is inaccurate, then this auction will be invalid, hahahahaha..."

An untimely voice interrupted the unbridled laughter.

"Whatever you want to know, I'll tell you myself."

"Di Taro! You're not a human being, are you? No, how can you guarantee that everything you say is true?"

"Yako didn't mention that the information has to be accurate, right? What she said before was about who Di Taro had pursued... but she didn't mention that the information had to be true or complete, right?"

Imamura Kohei was speechless, but he didn't give up.

After racking his brains, he smiled.

"Di Taro, you seem to have pursued many girls, right? Your girlfriend probably doesn't know about this, right?"

Crooked...crooked ways!

This bastard... has no regard for feelings at all!

It really is... a fight without mercy!

Kitahara Iori was amazed and felt deeply moved. He even had the urge to switch sides and go back.

Chapter 160: Ditaro's Dark History in High School? Little Angel?

Imamura Kohei's words are truly surprising.

Not only Kitahara Iori, but even Kujo Ditaro was surprised.

He really didn't think that Imamura Kohei could be so strong. It's simply... he is too suicidal!

"What? Ditaro has a girlfriend?"

The first person to break the atmosphere was naturally Hanabata Yoshiko, who didn't know the rules.

Feeling that he was fine again, Kohei Imamura took over the conversation comfortably.

"Di Taro, he has a girlfriend, and it's been almost a month."

"What? It's been so long, Di Taro, you don't like the little angel anymore?"

"Little angel?"

Hanabata Yoshiko nodded and said regretfully, "The little angel is my good friend. Di Taro even confessed to her, but she rejected him on the grounds that high school students are not allowed to have relationships."

"Hmm?" Imamura Kohei raised his lips and asked thoughtfully, "Sister Kako, why do you call her Little Angel? Is it because she's beautiful and has a good personality? Or... did someone give her that nickname?"

Hanabata Yoshiko shamelessly replied, "Sayaka is very cute, but not as cute as me. She has a very good personality, which is similar to me. As for why I call her a little angel, it's because she dressed up as an angel during a drama performance, so she got the nickname."

"I see..."

Imamura Kohei was slightly disappointed.

He originally thought that the nickname "Little Angel" was given to Kujo Ditaro when he was flirting with that girl. If that was true, then he would have hope of a complete turnaround.

Unfortunately, however, he overestimated Kujo Ditaro.

"Di Taro."

Hanabata Yoshiko leaned forward and asked curiously, "Di Taro, you don't like Sayaka anymore? Even though she rejected you, she's graduated now, isn't she?"

"Sister Kako, refusing on the grounds that it won't affect your studies is just an excuse for you to be a good person. It's normal for Di Taro to give up."

Kitahara Iori couldn't see the situation clearly, so he planned to play both sides.

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