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

“Choose this one!”

"Sister Zi!?"

Kujo Ditaro took out the note and opened it. The words that came into his eyes made him smile from the bottom of his heart.

Kitahara Iori's shoulders trembled slightly, and she was as helpless as a girl who had been ntr.

Imamura Kohei looked around, and suddenly a chill rose in his heart and went straight to his forehead.

Kujo Ditaro slapped the slip of paper on the center of the table and said, "Don't be so scared. This is just a small punishment. The person who draws the lot must promise one thing to the women present."

"I promised the women here one thing? Doesn't that mean I promised Sister Zi one thing?"

Kitahara Iori looked over and asked Hamaoka Azusa, "Sister Azusa, what...what do you want me to do?"

"Let's keep this one for now, there's no rush."

Hamaoka Azusa smiled mysteriously, with a cunning glint in his eyes.

Kitahara Iori didn't say much, but silently took the paper and pen and wrote down a punishment to save his life.

Everyone regrouped and set up the tower of building blocks.

According to the rules of the game, the order of this draw must not only be counterclockwise, but also start from the loser of the previous game.

Kitahara Iori drew an insignificant latte-colored building block.

Azusa Hamaoka didn't mind the trouble and directly picked up a pure black building block.

"Oh my, this is really a minefield."

Azusa Hamaoka spread out the building blocks in his hand, and the conspicuous words on it caught the eyes of the three people.

Confess your feelings to one of the people present!

"Confession, this shouldn't be a big deal to your sister Zi, right?"

"What? You're making me sound like a casual girl."

"Who is Sister Zi going to look for then?"

Azusa Hamaoka stood up and walked straight to the counter.

Nanaka Kotegawa tilted her head and smiled faintly, "What's wrong? Azusa."

"Hmm..." Hamaoka Azusa stretched out his finger, lifted the chin of the woman in front of him, and said greedily: "You are really my little sweetheart, I really want to eat you up completely..."

"Eh?" Furukawa Nanaka was stunned, then suddenly realized, "Are you guys playing a punishment game?"

"Who knows?" Hamaoka Azusa smiled playfully, "Nanaka, I'm serious. What are you going to do?"

"Hmm?" Furukawa Nanaka blinked, her tone slightly light, "Really? Then of course I'll let you eat me obediently."

"Really?"

"Who knows."

"(⊙o⊙)..."

Hamaoka Azusa returned to the table, covered his forehead with one hand, and sighed, "This Nanaka has really learned bad things."

"What's wrong? Sister Zi, was your confession rejected?"

Kitahara Iori was very interested and teased: "Sister Nanaka's personality shouldn't be like this, ah, eh, and then..."

"Okay, it's my turn."

Kujo Ditaro interrupted the black-haired man's nonsense and reached out to pinch a latte-colored building block.

Because of the embarrassing experience before, he no longer destroyed the stability of the building block tower in order to speed up the pace of the game as he did in the past.

Of course, even if the latte-colored blocks would result in a penalty of choosing a pure black block, he would not be willing to choose the moderately difficult brown blocks.

After all, no one knows whether there will be similar penalties in the brown building blocks, or even the fatal option of drawing two pure black building blocks.

Therefore, he cannot act recklessly until the latte-colored block of "draw a black block" appears.

"It's my turn."

Kohei Imamura rubbed his hands and followed suit, picking up a latte-colored building block.

After three rounds, except for Hamaoka Azusa who took the blocks without looking at the color, the number of latte-colored blocks that the three people could take away had been reduced by more than half.

The latte-colored building block that Kujo Ditaro cares about has not been pulled out yet, which also prevents him from arbitrarily destroying the stability of the building block tower.

"Hey, let me draw a pure black brick. Um... let me see."

The moment Hamaoka Azusa put down the building blocks, the expressions of the three people changed slightly.

She didn't agree with this, but the corners of her lips were strangely raised.

"It's my turn."

Kujo Ditaro clenched his fists and pulled out a latte-colored building block used for support with a grin.

Suddenly, the tower of building blocks began to crumble.

Kujo Ditaro was calm, but when he saw the contents of the building blocks, his expression froze instantly.

Please draw a pure black brick.

Chapter 176: Sister Zi, please don’t drive casually!

what happened?

Draw two blocks with the same content in a row...

What bad luck!

Kujo Ditaro was in a complicated mood, but he did not hide it and frankly showed the front of the building block.

"Eh? Ditaro, what should we do? Pure black blocks are very dangerous. I'm so worried about you."

"Really? I think your face is about to break from laughing."

"Hahaha, Di Taro, I wonder if you'll die this time!"

Kitahara Iori simply laid his cards on the table, his expression becoming increasingly ferocious, his words becoming even more blunt. "Show me that! Show me that! Show me that!"

Imamura Kohei held his hands together and kept muttering, "Propose, propose, propose..."

"Get out!" Kujo Ditaro gave the two of them a cold look and knocked down the tower of building blocks with his hand.

With the crisp sound of building blocks falling to the ground, the atmosphere in the venue instantly reached a high point.

"Why the hell are you doing this?!"

"Why would you do this just to avoid proposing?"

"You two scumbags, my boss is Sister Zi, Sister Zi..."

"Di Taro, we are going counterclockwise now, and your boss is Kouhei."

"..."

Kujo Ditaro widened his eyes and looked at Hamaoka Azusa seriously.

Azusa Hamaoka shrugged, indicating that he was an honest man.

Kitahara Iori picked up the cardboard box and laughed wantonly, "Di Taro, you calculated everything, but you were just one step behind, hahahahahaha!"

"It's only the second round now, and I'm looking forward to seeing who will be the worst in the end."

Kujo Ditaro waved his hand and warned, "Okay, Kohei, you have to smoke well."

"Of course." Imamura Kohei raised the corner of his mouth and took out a note from the cardboard box without any hesitation.

Kujo Ditaro nonchalantly threatened, "Kohei, when are you going to return the two thousand bananas?"

"Di Taro, compared to all that, the current game is the most important thing."

As the saying goes, after bad times comes good times.

When Kohei Imamura recalled the failure of last night, his face was distorted beyond recognition.

He didn't hesitate and opened the note directly.

"Eh?"

Imamura Kohei was stunned and speechless.

Kitahara Iori was curious, so he reached out to take the note and looked at it, then looked at Hamaoka Azusa with a complicated expression.

Hamaoka Azusa seemed to understand something and asked, "What exactly is it? It's so difficult to talk about it, isn't it?"

"How should I put it? Please kiss someone of the same sex..."

Kitahara Iori hesitated to speak, but finally finished what he wanted to say.

Kujo Ditaro's pupils shrank slightly, and he felt embarrassed in his heart.

That’s right, he was the one who put the note in there. As for his purpose, you can imagine.

"How about... draw another one?"

Hamaoka Azusa took the note and crushed it, then kindly said, "How about a hug instead?"

"We can't do this. We must respect the fairness of the game, so... we have to... draw again."

Kitahara Iori spoke righteously, but changed his words halfway through.

Kohei Imamura put the hammer back and took out a new piece of paper.

Kujo Ditaro snatched it away and said reasonably, "This is my punishment. I should have read it first."

"Whatever, just give it to us."

"What are you playing at?"

A curious voice sounded from behind.

The four of them looked over when they heard the sound, and each of them gave an explanation and extended a warm invitation.

"No, no, you guys continue, I'm going to find Qiansha."

Mana Yoshihara waved her hands repeatedly and walked away in a hurry.

Hamaoka Azusa licked her lips and said with a sly smile: "What a simple girl! I really want to defile her."

"Sister Zi, please don't drive casually." Kitahara Iori waved his hand and printed out the parking card.

Imamura Kohei looked at the muscular man and urged, "Hurry up, Di Taro, why does it take so long to write a note?"

"Why are you in such a hurry? I won't blame you..."

Kujo Ditaro opened the note and saw a line of familiar handwriting.

Please give your lover a surprise proposal!

Kujo Ditaro clutched the note, pulled the blond man under his armpit, and squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.

"You're really serious about messing with me, aren't you?! Don't even think about losing a single banana from your two thousand. If you lose one, I'll make sure you lose one too!"

"How..." Imamura Kohei thought for a moment and said with a sinister grin, "Oh? Did you draw a marriage proposal note? Hahahaha..."

"Is this true? Kohei, how could you do this?" Kitahara Iori covered his face with one hand, but the corners of his mouth were rising wildly.

Kujo Ditaro loosened his arms and said abruptly, "Aren't you afraid that I will succeed? You'll be so jealous then."

Imamura Kohei twisted his neck and pouted, "Di Taro, I'm not afraid of your success, I'm just afraid of your failure."

This heartless scum!

Don’t even think about losing a penny of the 100,000 yuan!

Kujo Ditaro made up his mind and took out his cell phone without changing his expression.

Imamura Kohei raised the corner of his mouth and reminded him, "Di Taro, I'm very good at judging people. Your girlfriend is not simple. Once you say something, you can't be indecisive."

"You are the one. If you can't come up with 2000 bananas this month, I'll take you to sell your kidney."

"Iori, what are they talking about? What 2000 bananas?"

Confused, Hamaoka Azusa pulled the black-haired man aside and asked, "What have you been doing lately?"

Kitahara Iori held his chin high and summarized, "It's nothing, Sister Azusa. It's just a matter of money and women."