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

"Sister Zi, they're still a little short of it. I'll have to trouble you for this crucial finishing touch."

"Oh? You mean, give them the whole life?"

"Preferably the kind that... you know."

Kujo Ditaro made a hand gesture, with a cold glint in his eyes.

Azusa Hamaoka sipped the rim of the wine jar, smiled and left without saying a word.

Kujo Ditaro turned his head and looked at the banquet not far away, playing with his mobile phone with a nonchalant look.

[Di Taro, are you free this weekend? ]

I have an appointment with a high school classmate, so I might not have much time.

【Okay, what about Wednesday?】

【Wednesday is fine. I'll come see you this afternoon.】

After Kujo Ditaro sent the message, he saw a middle-aged man with blond hair sitting next to him.

The middle-aged man reeked of alcohol and was talking nonsense while drunk.

"You bunch of useless chicks, I'm going to show you my big cannon..."

"Uncle, you're already old, but you're still so crazy. Have a cup of oolong tea to cool down."

"Eh? You're quite good, kid. I just wanted to drink something else..."

The middle-aged man took the cup of brown liquid, gave it an approving look, and then drank it down in one gulp.

The brown liquid in the cup was visibly decreasing, and the middle-aged man's face suddenly became hideous and distorted.

"What the hell! Oolong tea?!"

Chapter 174: Give your lover a surprise proposal?

"Uncle, is this your first time here?"

Kujo Ditaro was a little puzzled. After all, this guy's performance was definitely that of a veteran in the diving club.

Since he is an old hand, this trick of deceiving newcomers should be difficult to work.

Indeed, this was not the first time the middle-aged man came.

But he usually came as a friend of the store owner, and the occasional drinking parties were also initiated by him, so there was no routine process of joining in.

Therefore, he had never seen the oolong tea specially made by the diving club.

"Are you provoking me? Huh?"

The middle-aged man threw away his wine glass, stood up, pinched the collar of the muscular man next to him, and said harsh words with a grin.

"Come on! You want to see my big cannon too? Then come on!"

"Uncle, don't do this, otherwise... you won't be able to walk out of this door."

Kujo Ditaro was halfway through his words when his smiling face suddenly turned grim.

The middle-aged man didn't take it seriously, and his expression became more distorted as if he was affected.

"You kid... come here, let me see your little toothpick!"

"Uncle, I'm a cannon, but your little earthworm seems to be no match for me."

"What a joke! A little chicken who has never been to the battlefield!"

"Uncle! You definitely won't be able to leave today!"

The middle-aged man was extremely arrogant and threatened to drink everyone present to death.

However, the reality is cruel.

“…”

The middle-aged man fell to the ground, and the wine jar in his hand rolled to the side.

Kujo Ditaro looked down at him, with the corners of his mouth raised wildly, "Uncle, you can't do it."

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, then he managed to push himself up and said in a deep voice, "A man...how can a man say no? Let's continue."

"But the problem is...you don't have anything left to take off."

Looking at the naked middle-aged man, Kujo Ditaro squatted down with a smile.

"I'm betting with you, not on what you have, but on what I have!"

The middle-aged man shook his head and murmured, "How about this... If you lose, you drink and take off your clothes. If I lose, I drink and give you 10,000 yuan."

Kujo Ditaro was stunned. "Uncle, there's no need for this. If you lose, how about I draw a graffiti on you?"

"Okay!" The middle-aged man, though unconscious, responded readily.

Kujo Ditaro raised the corner of his mouth and began to whisper devilishly, "Then uncle, let's get started."

"..."

After an unknown amount of time, the middle-aged man, covered in graffiti, fell to the ground.

Kujo Ditaro took out a paintbrush, painted a thick pattern, and sighed, "Uncle? Uncle, it looks like you really can't do it this time."

The middle-aged man did not respond, obviously drunk and unconscious.

Kujo Ditaro closed his paint brush, stood up, looked at everyone, and asked, "Do you want to play like this too? I'll give you that brush."

Kitahara Iori waved his hand and grinned, "Di Taro, rock-paper-scissors is too unskillful. How about we try something more advanced?"

"Oh?" Kujo Ditaro narrowed his eyes and nodded suddenly, "What do you want to play?"

"Dark Twitch Fun."

"what is this?"

"The gameplay is just like playing with blocks, but each block has a required action. I've played it with my friends and it's very exciting!"

Regardless of whether everyone agreed or not, Kitahara Iori ran upstairs and brought down a box.

Since this game does not require drinking, most people are not interested, so in the end there are only four people participating in this game.

"This game..." Hamaoka Azusa looked through the punishments for these building blocks and exclaimed, "This game is quite extensive. Some of the punishments are really exciting."

"That's what makes it fun." Kitahara Iori looked around and introduced: "Although this game has many punishments, those who knock over the blocks will still receive a different punishment."

"An alternative punishment?" Kujo Ditaro picked up a building block and was stunned by the words that came into his sight. "A surprise proposal to your lover?"

"Di Taro, do you think this punishment is very interesting?" Imamura Kohei grinned, his face becoming more distorted and hideous.

"Kohei, what are you talking about? Ditaro isn't the kind of coward who runs away out of fear of the punishment." Kitahara Iori said, turning to look at Kujo Ditaro and asked, "Ditaro, am I right? You're definitely not that kind of trash, right?"

"Of course." Kujo Ditaro put down his blocks and smiled. "So the alternative punishment you're talking about is that we write down the punishment ourselves, and then whoever loses gets to draw it, right? Sister Azusa, you think so too, right?"

"Hmm? That's for sure." Hamaoka Azusa understood and reached for the box on the table, explaining, "Use this box to store the punishments. Write down the punishments for each round, but except for the ones that are taken away, the rest can be kept until the next round. Do you understand what I mean?"

Did Di Taro get Sister Azusa as his assistant?

It doesn’t matter. Anyway, they haven’t discovered the hidden rules of this game yet, so we should take this opportunity to catch them off guard!

Kitahara Iori nodded in understanding.

Imamura Kohei had no objection and stood up to get paper and pen.

After the four of them finished writing the content of the punishment, they worked together to build the building blocks.

In clockwise order, the first person to start drawing blocks was the only woman present.

Azusa Hamaoka took the latte-colored small building blocks, took a look at them, and said shyly, "Onii-chan, please be gentle later."

"What...what's the content?"

"Let me say something from my younger sister's perspective. How about it? Is it cute enough, Onii-chan?"

"Uh... okay, it's my turn."

Kitahara Iori pulled out a small latte-colored building block and said loudly, "Let me tell you about my plans for this week. I don't have any plans. I'll just work and go to school."

"It's my turn." Imamura Kohei pulled out a small brown building block and said calmly, "The person I like will always be Lalako-chan!"

"Okay, it's my turn now, right?"

The careless Kujo Ditaro just cut off the firewood from under the cauldron.

Suddenly, the originally stable building block tower became precarious.

"What the hell..."

Kitahara Iori didn't expect that Kujo Ditaro would play so hard, and she couldn't help herself.

Kujo Ditaro remained indifferent, but after taking a look at the latte-colored building blocks, his expression suddenly changed.

There are not many words on the small building blocks, only this sentence.

Please draw a pure black brick!

"..."

Kujo Ditaro's mouth twitched slightly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Let me draw a pure black brick."

"Hahahahaha, Di Taro, you're just messing with yourself, you deserve it! Hahaha... Ugh!"

Kitahara Iori was too excited, and as a result, his knee hit the table leg, and the already shaky building block tower collapsed with a loud crash.

"Eh?"

Looking at the scene in front of him, the black-haired man's face became more and more distinct.

Chapter 175: This is fucking...God has doomed me!

"..."

Kitahara Iori looked at the three people and saw that they were also looking at him, his expression became even uglier.

Kujo Ditaro threw away the building blocks, picked up the box with the note, shook it for a bit, and said with a smile, "Come on, Iori, this game goes by really fast."

"Fuck..." Kitahara Iori was helpless and stretched out his hand reluctantly.

"Wait a minute." Hamaoka Azusa paused and analyzed, "Even though everyone put this in together, it's inevitable that Iori will feel out his own note by feel. So, for the sake of fairness, everyone's punishment note should be felt out by the previous owner."

"No!" Kitahara Iori refused without hesitation. "If the boss has evil intentions, he might just touch your own paper. So it's best for you to touch your own paper."

Hearing this, Hamaoka Azusa rubbed his eyes and said sadly: "Iori, am I that kind of person in your eyes?"

Sister Zi definitely wrote that kind of note!

Never be soft-hearted! Never!

Kitahara Iori thought for a moment and said politely, "Sister Azusa is certainly not that kind of person. It's just that I feel that if the upper family were to touch it, it would only add to the conflict between the two families, which would be detrimental to the harmonious development of the game."

Kujo Ditaro picked up a building block and grinned, "Iori, this game has been about harmony since the beginning. These three colors of building blocks correspond to different levels of punishment. You clearly knew this, but you deliberately concealed it. You said you wanted to play a harmonious game?"

It was discovered so quickly...

Kitahara Iori remained calm and pretended to be confused, saying, "I don't know either. I only played with it once at Nojima's house. He lent it to me and he didn't tell me about it."

"Really?" Kujo Ditaro took out his phone, and the corners of his mouth began to rise. "Then I'll ask Nojima, and see if you guys..."

"There's no need to go to such trouble." Kitahara Iori waved his hand and interrupted, "Just go ahead and draw, Sister Azusa, I'm your good junior!"

"Don't worry, I will take care of you!" Hamaoka Azusa raised his thumb, his eyes almost narrowed into slits, obviously in a very good mood.

"......" Kitahara Iori's heart instantly died, he covered his face with his hands and didn't want to speak.

"Come on, Sister Zi."

Kujo Ditaro handed the box directly to Hamaoka Azusa without even shaking it.

"Let me see..."

Hamaoka Azusa stretched out his fingers, gestured back and forth, and confirmed: "This is it."

"Are you sure, Sister Zi?"

Kitahara Iori did not give up and made a final struggle.

Hamaoka Azusa pretended to hesitate, and her beautiful face, which was full of confusion, suddenly became ferocious.