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

"That won't do. We finally put this up."

Yoshiko Hanabata picked up two handfuls of soil and skillfully applied them to Optimus Prime.

Busujima Sakurako's face flushed red and she shook her head frantically, but the dirt on her body was too heavy and she couldn't break free.

At the same time, the pioneers' advice came from the side.

"Don't struggle. You can't break free from this wet soil."

"But."

"After seeing me like this, you still dare to walk into the trap yourself. You are indeed worthy of being me."

"Stop making sarcastic remarks."

Busujima Sakurako stopped struggling and turned around to see Chisa Furutegawa with her eyes narrowed into a line.

She was already in a bad mood, and after seeing this expression, she became a little angry and embarrassed.

"Sister over there, don't just do it to me, treat everyone equally."

"Jiazi, don't listen to her nonsense, just give her the money."

"Sister, give me two more breasts and give her a big banana, so it will look right."

"You are too cruel! Help, anyone can help! Help!"

It turned out that Chisa Furukawa's call was useless.

Following Busujima Sakurako's instructions, Hanabata Yoshiko skillfully completed the accessories for the two of them.

Looking at her own bisexual characteristics, Chisa Furukawa felt a little hopeless.

Busujima Sakurako smiled on the surface, but she felt uncomfortable inside. However, she endured it in order to prove herself.

At some point, the beach, which had been completely silent, suddenly had some voices.

"Almost done, time to take pictures."

"Chisa must be very cute when she's shy."

"I can use them as couple profile pictures, hehe..."

Chisa Furukawa's face turned pale and she began to struggle frantically.

As the saying goes, fortune changes.

Busujima Sakurako seized the opportunity and repeated a familiar sentence.

"Don't struggle. You can't break free from this wet soil."

"Stop making sarcastic remarks. Do you want them to take ugly photos of you?"

"It doesn't matter. It's embarrassing enough anyway."

Busujima Sakurako appears to be indifferent, but her body is very honest.

The two struggled desperately, but to no avail.

After a while, the photo session was over.

The satisfied onlookers left, talking and laughing.

The two people who were unable to escape from the predicament immediately started shouting and cursing.

"You guys are such scumbags, aren't you? You took the photo and then you just left? You're such scum of the earth!"

"Come back here and let us out!"

"You guys are making so much noise."

The voice of dissatisfaction came from below.

Busujima Sakurako raised her head and looked at Kujo Ditaro who was standing beside her. She said excitedly, "Ditaro, please, get me out of here."

Chisa Furukawa refused to be outdone, "And me."

Kujo Ditaro narrowed his eyes and fixed his gaze on the two men's Optimus Prime.

Busujima Sakurako blushed and said shyly, "Please... be gentle..."

"Oh?"

Kujo Ditaro raised his foot and kicked Optimus Prime in half.

"hiss...."

A clearly audible inhalation sound came from the mouth of the girl next to her.

Chapter 335: It’s just smashing a watermelon, isn’t it normal for someone to die?

Kujo Ditaro's methods are extremely cruel.

Even though the two women escaped from danger, an indelible shadow remained in their hearts.

There is no food for sale on the uninhabited island, so most tourists will buy enough food before going to the island.

Of course, a small number of tourists who like to survive in the wild may not bring anything.

After enjoying the softness of the beach, everyone in Pab started preparing lunch.

"Are we having a barbecue at noon? Did the senior catch all these fish?"

"No, they caught them all in the water."

"Isn't this too dangerous? You don't have any protective measures, and there might be sharks in the sea..."

Shui Shumao smiled awkwardly in the middle of his words and said, "Sorry, I forgot. Sharks don't seem to be interested in people."

While grilling, Hamaoka Azusa explained, "Sharks don't eat humans, but they will bite us. Only after biting do they realize that humans are not tasty, but often by doing so, humans are basically dead."

"Uh..." Shui Shumao blinked and said hesitantly, "There shouldn't be any sharks around here, right?"

"Well, there are no sharks." Hamaoka Azusa nodded, and suddenly raised the corner of his lips, "But there are killer whales."

"......"

Shui Shumao's expression suddenly became interesting.

At the same time, Kujo Ditaro walked over to the grill and asked for a few skewers.

Kujo Ditaro roughly understood the conversation between the two women.

He was bored, so he ate and talked at the same time.

"Killer whales don't attack humans, and where there are killer whales, there are no sharks around."

"Eh? Is that so? I don't know much about these creatures."

Mizushu Mao turned his head and his eyes immediately fell on Kujo Ditaro's arm.

"Your bandage is dirty. Leaving it like this will cause the wound to become infected."

"Yeah, it's okay, I'll change it later."

"It's better to change it early. Infection of the wound is very troublesome."

Kujo Ditaro nodded, finished the skewers in a few bites, then turned and walked towards the tent.

Shui Shumao thought of something and asked curiously, "Zi, you said he is a cartoonist. As far as I know, someone like him can only be the cartoonist who draws "JoJo", right?"

"If you think so, then so be it."

Hamaoka Azusa's half-joking expression confirmed his answer.

Shui Shumao was mentally prepared, but he was still a little surprised at this moment.

"Really? I was a little skeptical before, but I didn't expect to get to know him in this way. It can be considered as a little time left."

"Oh? From the sound of your voice, could it be that you have some work-related contact?"

"Well, maybe."

Hamaoka Azusa was stunned and asked in surprise: "Is this true?"

"The JOJO anime is a done deal. Rumor has it that the production quality is very high and the publisher will strongly support it. The work has great potential, so many voice actors want to be in it, including me."

When Shui Shumao finished speaking, his face turned a little red, and he was obviously embarrassed.

Hamaoka Azusa nodded and said in understanding, "I see. But can you handle it?"

"Luckily, my work schedule isn't too busy lately, otherwise I wouldn't have a summer break. The company should let me go for an audition."

Mizuki Mao said this, smiled and waved his hand, "In fact, "JOJO" is more meaningful to male voice actors. After all, there are not many female characters in that work."

Hamaoka Azusa responded, turned to look at the tent, and thought, "I'm not very familiar with the plot of the manga, but as a famous voice actor like you, the possibility of being shortlisted is quite high. If it doesn't work out, you can go talk to Di Taro. Making him familiar with him will also help with future work, right?"

"Azusa, this isn't good, and I believe in myself."

The corners of Shui Shumao's lips curled up slightly, and he smiled calmly and confidently.

Azusa Hamaoka handed out the grilled skewers to express her sincere encouragement, but she was also thinking about her future direction.

.......

After taking a short rest and digesting the food in their stomachs, everyone played interactive games on the beach.

One of Neon Beach's interactive games, Death Watermelon.

First, place a watermelon on the beach.

The participants were then blindfolded and given a bat.

Then, he had to successfully smash the watermelon with the reminder of his companions.

Although only one person plays the game of smashing melons, everyone can participate in the whole round.

By drawing lots, the first person to smash the melon was Kitahara Iori.

"Beiyuan, ten meters forward."

"No, it's five meters to the left and front."

"The watermelon is actually right in your step. Take a step back and you can smash it."

Kitahara Iori, with his eyes blindfolded, listened to these hints, whose authenticity he didn't know, and silently took a step forward.

At the same time, Kujo Ditaro was chatting with someone.

"I went to China alone, without anyone else or my girlfriend..."

Kujo Ditaro paused and stepped back suddenly.

boom!

The solid wooden stick slammed hard onto the sand.

Kitahara Iori took off his blindfold and looked at the muscular man who was unharmed, and laughed apologetically.

"Oops, sorry, Ditaro, I thought it was a watermelon."

Kujo Ditaro didn't get angry, and said gently: "It's okay, it's inevitable that there will be some errors when smashing watermelons. I understand. Okay, now it's my turn."

"Hey, Di Taro, according to the draw, the next one is Sister Azusa."

Kitahara Iori clenched the wooden stick, and the lines on his face gradually collapsed.

Hamaoka Azusa waved his hand and said with a half-smile, "It's okay, I'll give it to Di Taro."

"Azusa..."

Kitahara Iori pouted and looked at the purple-haired woman's eyes, which were not only wide but also bloodshot.

After Kujo Ditaro grabbed the equipment, he slowly put on the eye mask.

Kitahara Iori realized the seriousness of the problem and quickly hid away.

"Why don't you stop playing? It would be such a shame if the watermelon broke into pieces."

Nanaka Furukawa held her chin in her hands and looked at the watermelon with reluctance.

"No, Nanaka-san."

Kujo Ditaro casually swung the wooden stick, but it only produced the sound of a whip breaking through the air.

"Won't?"