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

The four of them escaped, but she was the only one caught.

"Love food!"

The three surviving women stopped helplessly as they watched Mana Yoshihara fall into the hands of the evil spirit.

Even though Azusa Hamaoka is a smart and action-oriented person, at this moment, she is no different from ordinary people, feeling nothing but fear and helplessness.

As the saying goes, good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes singly.

There was a sudden slight noise on the stairs.

Then, a petite figure in a bloodstained white dress appeared behind the crowd.

Hamaoka Azusa glanced back and said with a wry smile, "This is troublesome. We've stirred up a hornet's nest."

"Gurgle." Busujima Sakurako swallowed and kept apologizing to the tall evil spirit in front of her.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. We were the ones who offended you. Ignorance is not a crime. I hope you will be magnanimous and let us go. When we return, we will definitely burn more tributes for you!"

"Yes, yes, yes. It doesn't matter what you want. We will cook it for you."

"Um, three sisters."

The strange female voice coming from behind made the three of them's hair stand on end.

Hamaoka Azusa forced a smile and turned around to ask, "What...what's wrong? Are you going to burn a doll for your little sister?"

"No, I don't need these because I'm not a female ghost."

The petite female ghost took off her mask, revealing a cute face.

Hamaoka Azusa was stunned, "Who... are you?"

Kitahara Ken pointed, "My brother is Kitahara Iori, and the one over there is Brother Kujo."

"Kujo Teitaro?!"

As the three women exclaimed, Kujo Ditaro released the hostage.

"I was so scared..." Yoshihara Mana collapsed on the ground, looking like she had survived a disaster.

Kujo Ditaro took off his mask and said with a smile, "How was it? Was it exciting?"

"It's so exciting. You, man, why didn't you tell me you were here?"

"You know, I was almost scared to death just now."

"You'll have no friends if you continue like this."

Faced with the condemnation of the three women, Kujo Ditaro did not take it seriously and calmly put on the mask.

"Okay, then I'm leaving."

"Are you going to scare Iori and the others?"

"What? You won't let me?"

Coincidentally, except for Beiyuan Qin, the other four girls all shook their heads.

After receiving this message, Kujo Ditaro said nothing more and left quickly.

The teaching building is not too big.

Not long after walking, Kujo Ditaro found himself behind Kitahara Iori and Imamura Kohei.

At this moment, the two were studying two rectangular pieces of konjac.

Kitahara Iori held his chin high and stared at a crack on the konjac.

"This konjac heated to a temperature close to human body temperature seems..."

"Hey, there is a use for it. There's a note underneath..."

"What the hell! Used?!"

After thinking about the indescribable scene, the two of them grimaced and their expressions became more and more distorted.

At the same time, a white figure walked out from behind the two of them.

Kitahara Iori sensed the element and quickly turned around, "Ghost...Ghost!"

Imamura Kohei was startled and ran away, "What? I leave it to you! Kitahara!"

"You scum! Why are you running!"

Kitahara Iori pulled the blond man's pants and whispered, "It should be Sister Azusa, don't panic."

"Often, real ghosts sneak into the courage test! Let me go!"

"What are you afraid of? As long as she's a woman, even if she's a ghost, I can..."

Kitahara Iori raised the corner of his mouth and looked at the white figure in front of him with a grin.

Imamura Kohei stopped struggling, and his handsome face suddenly became ugly.

"Yeah, as long as she's a woman, it doesn't matter if she's a ghost."

Chapter 317: Dad! Please be kind!

"But isn't this ghost a little too tall?"

"Now that you mention it...could it be those perverts from the club?"

"hiss...."

Kitahara Iori showed disgust and kept backing away.

Kohei Imamura followed suit and was just as fast.

Kujo Ditaro pressed the phone in his pocket, and beautiful music sounded in the empty corridor.

Music has no lyrics, it is composed entirely of syllables.

Imamura Kohei didn't notice his friend's strangeness and couldn't help but say, "This song sounds so cheap."

It was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, and Kitahara Iori became hysterical.

"Who the hell are you? Where did this thing come from?!"

"What are you doing? You're making such a fuss! You scared me to death."

"..."

Kujo Ditaro didn't answer, but turned and ran away.

Kitahara Iori didn't say anything and ran after him.

Imamura Kohei was stunned and hurriedly followed.

The abandoned teaching building became increasingly lively.

"Turn off the song right now! Or I'll kill you!"

"Kitahara! What's wrong with you? What's going on with this song?"

"Stop! Miscellaneous cultivator!"

Kujo Ditaro easily stepped over a table that was in the middle of the road.

Perhaps because of his emotions, Kitahara Iori didn't take the table seriously and jumped over it directly.

"Fuck..." Imamura Kohei stopped and gasped for breath while looking at the two people who were quickly walking away.

"What exactly does that mean? And can you please give this table some respect? Can't you just go around it a little bit?"

After complaining, Kohei Imamura tried hard to catch up.

Following the sound of the music that gradually faded away, he followed it all the way downstairs.

As a homebody, he really couldn't run anymore.

"Kohei, you're coming down too."

Imamura Kohei turned his head and looked at the group of girls coming towards him, panting, "I don't know what happened just now, but Kitahara went crazy and ran after a guy dressed as a ghost. Do you know what happened?"

"Ah... well, let's go to the playground first. Don't worry, it's okay."

"Since Sister Zi has said so, then just ignore them."

Kohei Imamura left without hesitation and followed the girls.

The other end.

Kitahara Iori, who was chasing closely, kept speaking sweet words.

"Miscellaneous cultivator! Stop right there!"

"Miscellaneous cultivator! If you have the guts, don't leave!"

"Asshole! I recognized you, Di Taro!"

Kujo Ditaro stopped and turned around and said, "Iori, I didn't expect you to be a musician. Nice to meet you."

Kitahara Iori took a running start and kicked out, "Stop the song!"

Kujo Ditaro took a step and accurately avoided the man's kick.

Kitahara Iori used the momentum to rush out for a distance, then clutched his head and yelled, "Digo! Stop the music! It's too much!"

The corners of Kujo Ditaro's mouth curled up, and his expression became more exaggerated.

"Isn't this your masterpiece? Why are you reacting like this? Ahhhhh."

"This is my youth and ignorance, Digo!"

"Isn't it written for yourself ten years from now? This thing is very commemorative, otherwise your sister wouldn't have brought it to you."

"My sister?"

Kitahara Iori guessed what had happened after a little thought.

Suddenly, he became discouraged.

"It's over, everything is over, haha, hahahaha..."

Looking at Kitahara Iori who turned around and left, Kujo Ditaro was a little surprised.

"Are you leaving now? Not struggling anymore?"

"Will it work? This thing can't destroy the body."

"Oh... then I can use my connections to help you promote it..."

"Dad! Please be kind!"

.....

On the playground, by the bonfire.

"Brother, long time no see."

Looking at the girl in kimono who was bowing to him, Kitahara Iori snorted coldly and did not answer.

Kitahara Qin covered his mouth with his sleeve, his eyes narrowed slightly, "Brother, everyone said they wanted your masterpiece, which is perfect."

"Qin! Please, go back!" Kitahara Iori pressed the girl's shoulders and said with tears in his eyes: "If you stay here, I will die socially!"

"Brother, I don't quite understand what you mean. Also, am I causing you any trouble by coming here?"

Kitahara Qin turned his head to the side, looking a little depressed.

Kitahara Iori was stunned. "How could that be, Qin? You are such a huge trouble to me!"

"Scumbag."

"dross."

"Pooh."

Ignoring the contempt of those around him, Kitahara Iori said bluntly, "Go home tomorrow, understand?"

Beiyuan Qin sighed softly, "Alas, as long as my brother returns to inherit the family business, it doesn't matter where Qin goes."

"What a good sister, but it's a pity that she has a scumbag brother."

"Yes, life is unfortunate."