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

Hanabata Yoshiko waved her hands and said seriously, "That's not the case. Sayaka doesn't have many friends of the opposite sex. Besides Xiao Ming, there's only Di Taro. If Di Taro works harder, he can actually pursue Sayaka. Besides, Sayaka didn't reject Di Taro. When she said she didn't want to date in high school, wasn't that just a disguised way of telling Di Taro that college was the right time."

"......" Kitahara Iori took a deep breath and smiled: "Sister Kako, if the world is as beautiful as you think, then I should have a girlfriend too."

"I'm not telling you any nonsense." Hanabata Yoshiko raised a finger and said with a sly smile: "If I'm not wrong, give me a banana. If I'm wrong, forget it."

"Row."

Kitahara Iori felt that it would be foolish for him to care about the fairness of the bet, so he simply agreed.

Hanabata Yoshiko took out her cell phone and quickly sent a text message.

Kitahara Iori frowned, glanced forward, and asked tentatively, "Di Taro, why are you so quiet?"

"The more you know, the happier I'll be when I take action, right?"

Kujo Ditaro rolled down the car window, and the cold wind blowing in his face made him smile from the heart.

Kitahara Iori's eyes twitched, and he couldn't help but mutter in his heart, isn't this forcing me to switch sides and go back?

Imamura Kohei has long been like a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water. Even in the face of such intimidation, his will remains unshakable.

"Sister Kako, you said that Di Taro pursued many girls in high school. Do you remember how many there were?"

"Hmm... I can't remember them all, there should be seven or eight."

"Seven or eight? Di Taro, you really cast a wide net."

Kujo Ditaro didn't act arrogant and answered very naturally.

"I haven't caught any of them anyway, so what's the point of you knowing?"

"That's not what I mean. Girls are selfish."

Imamura Kohei raised the corner of his mouth, and his handsome face gradually became ferocious.

Kujo Ditaro disagreed and reminded, "We're already back in town."

Hearing this, Hanabata Yoshiko began to complain.

"Xiao Ming is such a jerk! I've been away for so long, and he didn't even call me."

Kitahara Iori had been suppressing his urge to complain all the way, but finally couldn't hold it back anymore.

"...Sister Jiazi, I think the problem lies with you."

"What? Why is it my problem? Are you kidding me?"

"This problem has to be traced back to your past. You should think about it yourself."

Hanabata Yoshiko was confused. She looked down at her phone and said excitedly, "Sayaka replied to me."

"What did she say?"

Except for Kujo Ditaro, the attention of the three people in the car was all focused on the chat messages on their mobile phones.

Hanabata Yoshiko pinched her chin and replied, "Sayaka said she didn't understand what I was talking about."

"What did you post?"

Kitahara Iori sensed something was wrong and leaned forward.

【Sayaka, are you ready to fall in love now? 】

"Well...if she doesn't find your question strange, then I do."

"Huh? Why?"

Kitahara Iori didn't bother to talk nonsense and said directly: "Just ask her, what do you think about Di Taro liking you?"

"Oh..."

Hanabata Yoshiko lowered her head to type. Just when she was halfway through, a cold wind passed over her neck, making her sneeze uncontrollably.

Eh...

Hanabata Yoshiko rubbed her nose and looked at the text message that had already been sent, her expression a little stiff.

"What's wrong? Did you send the wrong message?"

"How is it possible, such a low-level mistake."

Kitahara Iori narrowed his eyes and poked his head out suspiciously, "Sister Jiazi, did you call the wrong number? Otherwise, why are you stopping me from watching?"

"No! How could I make such a low-level mistake? Hahaha..."

Hanabata Yoshiko put her hands behind her back and looked sweaty, which completely confirmed her suspicion.

Kitahara Iori's mouth twitched, and he urged, "Sister, you sent something wrong, please retract it immediately."

"Uh... too late, my phone is already vibrating."

"So what did she reply? Anyway, just explain it."

Hanabata Yoshiko picked up her phone and looked at it with a strange expression.

Kitahara Iori leaned over and the content of the text message that came into his sight made his eyes widen.

Sayaka, Di Taro likes your... breasts.

[Yako, what are you talking about? How can you joke about something like this? I'm really angry!]

"Sister, what are you doing? You can't type it like this even if you make a typo."

Kitahara Iori couldn't help but suspect that the girl in front of him didn't make a typo accidentally, but was deliberately causing trouble.

"It's not a big deal. I'll just explain it. Sayaka is very easy to talk to."

As Hanabata Yoshiko said this, she was about to write a message to clarify the misunderstanding.

However, at this moment, the other party sent a message first.

Chapter 161: Survive from death?

Kujo Ditaro remained indifferent to the three people's disturbance.

It’s not that he is very generous, but killing requires a motive, not to mention three people.

So, he had to lay an ambush.

"Eh?"

Hanabata Yoshiko looked at the message and her eyes suddenly narrowed.

Kitahara Iori noticed something and leaned over curiously.

【Yako, are you going to meet Di Taro? 】

[Yeah, I met Di Taro in town, and he's right next to me now.]

"I see. I haven't seen much of Di Taro since he graduated from high school. How's he doing lately?"

"Sayaka, didn't you reject Di Taro's confession before by saying you couldn't date in high school? But now that you've graduated from high school, does that mean you can date now?"

"Sister, there's something wrong with you sending this message like that."

Kitahara Iori pursed his lips, his expression a little stiff.

Hanabata Yoshiko waved her hand with a confident smile on her face.

Kitahara Iori felt uneasy and even didn't dare to look at the messages that would be sent.

At the same time, a calm voice came from the front.

"What did you send?"

"nothing."

"Nothing? Give me your phone."

Kujo Ditaro reached back and gestured for the phone to be handed over.

Hanabata Yoshiko did not do so and made various excuses.

Kitahara Iori didn't dare to say a word and quietly disappeared from view.

Imamura Kohei is firm in his stance and is determined to carry on the resistance to the end.

"Di Taro, don't you care?"

"You want to die, don't you? Do you believe I'll really take you to sell your kidney? And donate that thing too."

"Di Taro, don't make such a fuss. Since you haven't even gotten her, aren't we just ordinary friends? Why...are you thinking of something else?"

Imamura Kohei grinned, his face became more distorted, and there was even a faint red light flashing in his eyes.

Ba...Bagayalu!

This bastard... How could he use this to threaten Di Taro without batting an eyelid...

too crazy!

Kitahara Iori glanced sideways, his eyes filled with horrible bloodshot.

Kohei Imamura didn't want to commit suicide, but he had no way to retreat, so he could only risk his life.

"Yes, Di Taro, I'm not wrong, am I?"

Kujo Ditaro responded as he pulled over, "She was my high school classmate. You're looking at people through tinted glasses, so everything you see is tinted."

Imamura Kohei covered his trouser pockets and asked solemnly, "If that's the case, then you should have cut off all ties with the girls you pursued in high school, right?"

"Why do you want to sever ties? Only someone with something to hide would do something like this. Someone who has truly let go can treat it with a normal heart."

"That's not what I meant. Some people are good at thinking in reverse, so they deliberately go against the grain."

"You're so familiar with this? Could it be someone who's been there? So that's how it is, you were a scumbag in high school."

"Di Taro, you have no right to criticize me. Have you forgotten what you did in the gym? I still have the photos."

"What? What are you talking about? What photos? And we've arrived, it's time to get off the bus."

After Kujo Ditaro got off the car, he immediately went to the back seat and caught the person.

He pinched the blond man's neck with one hand and took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket with the other.

Looking at the red recording line rising and falling on the screen, Kujo Ditaro's face suddenly became ferocious.

"I knew you were recording this, you jerk."

“…”

Kohei Imamura was strangled to the point of being out of breath and unable to speak.

Kujo Ditaro waited for a while before letting go of his hand.

Kohei Imamura held onto the car body, breathing intermittently.

"You...you really want to...strangle me to death..."

"Strangle you to death? You think that's easy."

Kujo Ditaro raised his head, looked at the two people coming out from the other side, and waved, "Where are you going? Give me your phone."

Upon hearing this, Kitahara Iori immediately urged the girl beside him to get up.

"Sister Kako, quickly give the phone to Di Taro."

"If I don't give it to you, Di Taro will definitely beat me to death if he sees this!"

Hanabata Yoshiko shook her head decisively, and the lines on her face, which had regular features, became even clearer.

"But you say this now..." Kitahara Iori was stunned and said in a deep voice: "Sister Kako, there are bananas in the sky!"

"What? Where?!"

Hanabata Yoshiko looked up at the sky, but before she could take a few glances, her body was pressed against the car door.

Kitahara Iori grinned fiercely and shouted, "Brother Di! I caught her! Come quickly!"

"What? You plotted against me!"

"What are you talking about? I belong to Digo! Come here, Digo!"

"You're so naive! I even managed to survive Xiao Ming and Di Taro's mixed doubles match. You're... too weak!"

Kitahara Iori was in a trance and suddenly fell down.