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

Kujo Ditaro walked up to the table and sneered, "How would you feel if your table was painted like this, your stools were covered in glue, and your books were thrown into the trash?"

"right..."

"I'm sorry, right? Let me help you."

Kujo Ditaro walked up to the short-haired girl and raised his hand high.

Imamura Kohei, who was standing at the back, quickly stepped forward to stop him, "Di Taro!"

Kujo Ditaro didn't slap her, but instead put his hand on the short-haired girl's shoulder.

"Tell me, if I kidnapped you and then said sorry to you, would you forgive me?"

"..."

"I never advise people to be magnanimous. After all, people like that will be struck by lightning. It's no use for you to say sorry to me. My aversion to you is simply an emotion derived from what I see now. Do you understand?"

Kujo Ditaro spoke earnestly, but the expression on his face became more and more ferocious.

The girl with short hair was in tears and stammered, unable to speak.

Imamura Kohei's eyes were calm, without a trace of pity.

Kitahara Iori, who was standing at the back door, shouted nonchalantly, "Di Taro, let's be ruthless. If they dare to call the police, we'll block them at the school gate after we get out."

"Cruel?"

Kujo Ditaro feigned ignorance and responded, "How cruel is it exactly?"

"Well, that's too much."

Kitahara Iori covered his mouth and said sleepily: "What kind of glue is used to stick to hair..."

"...Please let us go, we won't dare to do it again, we won't dare..."

It was just the beginning, and these girls who cherished their hair said they couldn't stand it anymore.

Kitahara Iori leaned against the wall with a half-smile on his face.

Kujo Ditaro raised the corner of his mouth and said meaningfully, "Are you scared? But I think it's quite normal. It's just the same as how you dealt with this girl. The only difference is that we are the ones who have the upper hand now, and you are this girl. I'm making it very clear, right? So this is quite normal, isn't it? Why are you crying?"

"Why not draw some graffiti on them and get some glue..."

Imamura Kohei was halfway through his conversation when he suddenly picked up his phone, took a look, and cursed, "Is the girl you're bullying the one with long silver hair? You bastards! Di Taro, I need to leave for a moment."

“We don’t dare anymore, we really don’t dare…”

"Oh?"

Kujo Ditaro was lost in thought.

No wonder she asked us to go to school. It turned out she wanted us to help her deal with this matter.

This is a pretty good calculation, never mind, just consider it charity...

After Kujo Ditaro figured out what had happened, he stopped wasting time.

"Clean up everything you've done. Remember, don't leave any behind. And I don't need to teach you how to do it next time, right? Of course, if you have any ideas, you can report it to the police afterwards, but I'm afraid I won't be able to keep the photos I have."

"Yes, yes...we'll clean up right away."

Kujo Ditaro left Kitahara Iori as supervisor and went downstairs first.

The reason why he left in such a hurry was mainly because he had made an agreement with the campus police when he came in that he would not stay for too long.

Kujo Ditaro walked to the first floor and was about to put on his shoes to deal with the school police when he saw a girl with long silver hair standing in front of the shoe rack.

There were quite a few small blades scattered around the girl's feet.

Eh? Didn't Kohei go find her? How come I ran into her first?

Kujo Ditaro frowned, somewhat puzzled.

Chapter 274: Middle school students? I prefer young girls?

what happened?

Looking at the silver-haired girl with a somewhat dazed expression, Kujo Ditaro took out his cell phone and called Imamura Kohei.

The call was connected quickly, and the voice came through intermittently with a slight gasp.

"What... is going on? Di Taro."

"Did you meet your online friend? If not..."

"Why are you asking that? I did see her, what's wrong?"

"You saw her? Well, I'll ask you later."

After Kujo Ditaro hung up the phone, he couldn't help but fall into thought.

In his original speculation, everything that happened this afternoon should have been caused by the silver-haired girl in front of him.

But the message conveyed by Kohei Imamura made the matter confusing.

Kujo Ditaro put aside his suspicions and walked straight towards the silver-haired girl.

The silver-haired girl seemed to sense something and turned her head slowly.

The tall man that came into view made her feel a little dazed.

"Classmate, what's wrong?"

Kujo Ditaro looked at the shoes filled with blades, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

The silver-haired girl didn't answer and silently closed the shoe cabinet.

Indeed, no one wants to spread the embarrassing side.

The silver-haired girl ignored the blade on the ground, lowered her head and ran to the other side.

After the silver-haired girl disappeared from his sight, Kujo Ditaro opened the shoe cabinet and took out the shoes inside.

Such small feet...

Kujo Ditaro put his shoes back and closed the shoe cabinet.

At the same time, the school police appeared at the entrance of the teaching building.

"Mr. Kujo, is there anything I can help you with?"

Although the words were polite, Kujo Ditaro knew that the other party was here to drive him away.

Considering the situation upstairs, Kujo Ditaro did not hesitate and followed the school police out.

After leaving the school gate, Kujo Ditaro exchanged a few words with the school police and said that he would come back later.

The school police looked embarrassed, but did not refuse.

About twenty minutes later, Kujo Ditaro returned to the teaching building carrying a gift bag.

After changing out of the shoes stuffed with razor blades, he took out his cell phone and sent a text message to Kohei Imamura.

[Kohei, just in case, did you really meet that online friend?]

[We met, but she's gone. I'm supervising those middle school students with Iori now.]

[What does the other person look like? Long silver-white hair?]

[It's a girl with short hair. The situation is a bit complicated. I'll tell you over the phone.]

After answering the call from Kohei Imamura, Kujo Ditaro learned the whole story.

The situation is probably that the silver-haired girls who are victims of school bullying are in a very pitiful situation.

One classmate couldn't bear to watch this and wanted to help, but he didn't dare to speak out.

In desperation, the student began to seek help online, intending to make friends with some capable adults...

In the end, without knowing why, the three brothers became tools.

Kujo Ditaro didn't feel that he was at a disadvantage, nor did he feel bad.

After all, he is essentially a kind person.

Carrying a gift bag filled with a large number of blades, Kujo Ditaro went to the classroom on the fourth floor.

Looking at the women wiping the table carefully, he casually threw down the gift bag.

"This is your masterpiece. I underestimated you for being able to prepare so many blades."

As soon as these words were spoken, the women, who were already nervous, were immediately frightened and turned pale.

Kitahara Iori squatted on the ground, fiddled with the bag, and shook his head. "There are at least ten pairs. Middle school students nowadays are really expensive. Di Taro, why did you bring people's shoes?"

"These shoes were scratched like this by a razor blade. I just went to buy a new pair. This is the responsibility of you guys."

Kujo Ditaro is not short of money, but he is unwilling to pay for the women.

The women nodded repeatedly, indicating that there was no problem.

Kitahara Iori stood up and asked, "You're quite attentive. Do you have any improper thoughts?"

Imamura Kohei was stunned and thought: "What? I remember that girl had silver hair. This attribute alone is enough to make a lot of people die of cuteness. Hey, you guys, isn't this girl very cute?"

"Uh...yeah." The women looked at each other and nodded one after another.

"You look at people through yellow glasses, so all you see is yellow. But I have a conscience."

Kujo Ditaro didn't lie.

Indeed, he is a good loli, but he is not a good middle school student.

There is an essential difference between loli and middle school students.

But he still quite likes cute little girls.

Of course, this kind of love refers to the pure love that elders have for their juniors.

"Di Taro, you don't know that girl, how did you find her shoes?"

"I just met him downstairs."

"Did you meet her? What does she look like? Is she cute? Does she have a nice voice?"

Imamura Kohei's remarks aroused the vigilance and fear of the girls.

Kujo Ditaro raised the corner of his mouth and reminded: "If it's a middle school student, isn't there something ready here?"

"They're just bitches in middle school disguise. They're completely different!"

"..."

The women, who were originally worried about their innocence, suddenly became angry.

Anyway, their looks are also average.

Although not very cute, she is not a bitch, right?

"In my mind, middle school students should be innocent and pure. These bitches are simply black sheep. If I could, I would be willing to use thirty years of Iori's life to eliminate these bitches!"

Imamura Kohei speaks eloquently, and his little mouth seems to be covered with honey.

Kitahara Iori twitched his lips and said unhappily: "If you want to show off, don't take me with you. Go with your own life."

"Iori, this is a great deal, isn't it? Using your life to eliminate these bitches is a huge win."

"(⊙o⊙)..."

Kitahara Iori didn't bother to argue and turned and walked out of the classroom.

Kohei Imamura was stunned and felt a little uncomfortable.

Kujo Ditaro patted the blond man's shoulder and whispered, "Go follow Iori."

"Why?" Imamura Kohei said with disgust, but his body still followed him out honestly.

"Work quickly."

Kujo Ditaro pointed at the girls and urged them, "Hurry up, or I'll make you walk barefoot on razor blades."

Devil!

After the women cried out in their hearts at the same time, they began to work honestly.

As the saying goes, there is strength in numbers.