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

"What are you talking about? Am I that kind of person?"

Kujo Ditaro took a step forward and whispered, "You know so much, tell me, what good suggestions do you have?"

"Well," Busujima Sakurako narrowed her eyes and said with a sly smile, "For example, sending a confession text message to the opposite sex, or the same sex, will always have an effect."

"What a shame. I've changed all his contacts, so I can't tell who's who anymore."

"Really? Tell me his password so I can take a look."

The two found a seat and sat down, starting to discuss important matters.

After Kujo Ditaro told the power-on password, Busujima Sakurako unlocked the screen.

Looking at the messed-up contact list, the woman let out a sinister smile.

"You've almost made the changes, but it's still not fatal enough. Do you want to send some information out?"

"No problem, do whatever you want. I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong."

Kujo Ditaro waved his hand with a very generous attitude.

After getting the guarantee, Busujima Sakurako immediately took action.

Kujo Ditaro waited for a while, then saw a black shadow rushing from the side.

He turned a blind eye to this.

"What are you doing with my phone?"

Kitahara Iori rushed to the table and snatched the phone.

Busujima Sakurako spread her hands and said innocently, "I don't understand! I don't understand what you are talking about at all."

"You FM!"

Kitahara Iori grinned, picked up his phone and looked at it for a few seconds, the lines on his face becoming more and more distinct.

"Megatron? Optimus Prime? Black Smile? What the hell is this!"

Chapter 196: The beaten Busujima Sakurako?

"Damn it, I was careless! Di Taro!"

Looking at the messy contact list, Kitahara Iori regretted his decision and squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.

Kujo Ditaro leaned back, revealing the most unconcealed grin.

"Iori, there's no need to shout so loudly. We are friends after all. It's only natural for me to give you a cell phone."

"You... changed all my contacts. There are a lot of high school classmates in them, you bastard!"

"Don't be polite, we are friends after all."

Kitahara Iori was too lazy to talk nonsense and sent a group message on his mobile phone.

[Sorry, my phone was hacked and my address book has been changed. Please don't take the text message I just received seriously. If you can, please send me your name so I can make a new note.]

[You little bastard, what the hell are you doing? How can your address book be changed? Do you know what text message you just sent to your mother?]

[Dad, these are all accidents. Don't take them seriously. I will break off all ties with those friends.]

[Why break up with him? If he's willing to play with you like this, it means he considers you a true friend. Not only should you not break up with him, you should also be his bootlicker!]

Kitahara Iori was stunned and looked suddenly at the two people in front of him.

Kujo Ditaro turned his head as if sensing something, slowly raised his phone, and said in a sarcastic tone, "Son, come and be my lickspittle."

"What the hell..."

When Kitahara Iori was halfway through his words, his cell phone suddenly started ringing again and again.

As we all know, good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes singly.

Kitahara Iori looked down and his face became even more ferocious.

[Son, what are you sending to my mother?]

[You bitch, why are you pretending to be so nice to me?]

What did you say? How do you talk to your mother?

[Are you stupid or am I stupid? You bitch! ]

Looking at Busujima Sakurako who was concentrating on playing with her phone, Kitahara Iori curled his lips and snorted coldly: "Still pretending, huh? Interesting?"

"Ah?" Busujima Sakurako raised her head and frowned, "What did you say? Why are you pretending?"

"That's enough, pretending is really too ugly, okay!"

Kitahara Iori sneered and sent a few text messages silently.

Then he stared at Busujima Sakurako's phone.

After a while, the black-haired man's face became more and more distinct.

"I think I understand something. You didn't think I was texting you, did you? Here, take a look."

Busujima Sakurako stood up and showed the front of her phone with her hands spread out.

Looking at the man's stiff expression, she smiled.

"Sorry, the counselor just called me and I was texting with her."

"..."

Kitahara Iori was so frightened that his eyes rolled back until only the whites were left.

Kujo Ditaro patted the black-haired man's shoulder and comforted him, "It's okay. Just be more careful in your next life. Okay, I won't talk to you anymore. I should go prepare my suit for the event."

"Now that you mention it," Busujima Sakurako lifted her hair from her ears and continued, "Kitahara, I look good in a black dress, right?"

"......" Kitahara Iori was in a daze, with saliva even flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Kujo Ditaro smiled with satisfaction, turned around and left the restaurant.

When he returned to the car, he happened to see a group of men and women walking towards him.

Relying on his superhuman eyesight and good memory, Kujo Ditaro clearly recognized that this group of men and women were none other than the group who had had an argument with him in the KTV last time.

"Yuejun, you have to help me save face."

"Don't worry, that bitch actually spread rumors about you at school. I will definitely not let her go."

"That bitch is so disgusting! She made it impossible for us to even stay in class. I guess if this continues, Yuki and I will have to drop out."

"It's not a good university anyway, and I don't want to go to school anymore, so I can just drop out. But that bitch, Busujima, must pay the price."

Listening to the gradually fading chatter, Kujo Ditaro leaned back and rhythmically tapped the steering wheel.

......

"Dad, Mom, you misunderstood me about the living expenses. Don't...don't be like this, Dad! Mom!"

In the staff lounge of the family restaurant, Kitahara Iori put down her phone with tears in her eyes.

After changing into casual clothes, Busujima Sakurako walked out of the women's locker room and subconsciously asked, "Is it cold?"

"It's cold, it's really cold." Kitahara Iori covered her eyes with one hand, but tears couldn't stop flowing down her cheeks.

"That's really tragic, but I just have to be more careful in my next life."

While Busujima Sakurako gloated over someone else's misfortune, she also did not forget to add insult to injury.

"Honestly, how about I wear a black dress? It would be quite respectful to attend your funeral, right?"

"Get lost! I curse that you won't have a dick for the next eighteen generations!"

"Then I, the eighteenth generation, am really wronged."

Busujima Sakurako slung her small bag over her shoulder and waved, "I'll stop talking now. I should go home. By the way, if you want to maintain your current lifestyle, night shifts are essential. Bye."

"Go away, go away. It's good to have less dirt around here."

After Kitahara Iori finished speaking, he ran towards the men's locker room as usual.

Busujima Sakurako couldn't stop the man, but she wasn't angry either. After all, she could still settle the score later.

The seaside town, shrouded in darkness, is not as prosperous and lively as the city.

Busujima Sakurako has always cared about her own safety, so every time she goes home, she chooses to walk on the main road and carries pepper spray with her.

Suddenly, Busujima Sakurako saw something and stopped in her tracks.

The short-haired woman walked out from behind the telephone pole and said with a smile, "Long time no see, Sakurako-chan."

"Well... long time no see."

Busujima Sakurako smiled back and hurriedly ran back.

She panicked as she watched several people walk out of the alley one after another and block her way.

"Yuki, what are you doing? Such a big scene, hahaha..."

"What are we doing?"

The woman with long hair showed a sweet smile, but her tone was a little cold.

"What do you think we're doing? Of course we're going to do you. You had the guts to spread rumors about us in school, so why are you so cowardly now?"

"What did you say? That's a rumor, that's the truth!"

Busujima Sakurako knew that the visitor had ill intentions, so she simply gritted her teeth and stood up tough.

"You still dare to be tough?"

The short-haired woman at the electric pole took two quick steps forward and suddenly kicked out.

While Sakurako Busujima dodged, she took out the pepper spray from her bag and fought back.

hiss!

"what!!"

Busujima Sakurako rushed past the woman who was covering her eyes and screaming. Just as she took a few steps, she suddenly heard a sound of breaking air from behind.

With a bang, Busujima Sakurako felt a pain at the back of her head and staggered to the ground.

"Hiss...it hurts! These bastards..."

Looking at the drinks can with water leaking out, Busujima Sakurako reached out to pick it up and then threw it behind her.

However, her actions did not serve to stop the pursuers, but instead angered them.

Chapter 197: Ditaro: Are you telling me to get out?

"What are you doing?"

Busujima Sakurako raised her head and looked at the boy who was riding a bicycle towards her, and a look of hope appeared on her face.

"Help, they want..."

"roll!"

"Oh."

The boy who came on the bike turned around in a dashing manner and then hurried away.

The corner of Busujima Sakurako's mouth twitched, and she shouted hysterically, "Hey! You left like this! Don't you feel guilty?"

"Little bitch, you really think someone will help you, right? Even if they're your acquaintances, they'd have to run away with their tails between their legs at this moment."

"Use... spray her with the spray. I want her to experience this excruciating pain!"

"Get out of here!"

Busujima Sakurako didn't bother to aim and just started an indiscriminate attack with the pepper spray.

Everyone retreated for the time being, but the corners of their mouths were getting more and more upturned, and it was obvious that they were fearless.

Busujima Sakurako didn't use up the spray directly, but relied on the spray while fighting and running.

However, the limited spray will run out sooner or later.

"Go to hell! Go to hell!"