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

Kujo Ditaro put the amulet away carefully.

Kato Megumi stood up and walked out of the room with light steps. After a while, she came back with some snacks and drinks.

Inadvertently, Kujo Ditaro once again felt the full attributes of a wife from Kato Megumi.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The two seemed to have endless topics to talk about and didn't feel sleepy at all.

The more they talked, the more certain Kujo Ditaro became that Kato Megumi had really changed.

As for where the changes are?

To put it in the words of the game, Kato Megumi's rank has been significantly improved.

Kujo Ditaro didn't know what Kato Megumi had experienced during this period, but it seemed that the change was a positive one.

Kato Megumi seemed to sense something, put down the potato chips and looked up at Kujo Ditaro.

"Cousin, what time is it?"

"It's five minutes to twelve."

"It's already this late."

After wiping the grease off her fingers with a tissue, Kato Hui said calmly, "Cousin, aren't you going to post a New Year's Eve status?"

Kujo Ditaro shook his head: "I don't have the habit of posting updates."

"Yeah, I think so. My cousin's circle of friends has always been very clean. When I saw it before, I thought it was a new account."

"I also can't understand those people who really like to post updates. Don't you also not post updates?"

"I still have it occasionally, but not as often."

Kujo Ditaro took out his mobile phone and looked through Kato Megumi's circle of friends, and indeed saw several recent updates.

There are less than five minutes left until New Year's Eve.

After Kujo Ditaro finished reading Kato Megumi's circle of friends, it was exactly midnight.

All of a sudden, Kujo Ditaro's phone was flooded with a large number of group text messages.

"Eh?"

Kato Megumi stared at the phone screen with a strange expression.

Chapter 360: Gengping: I will only show my face after 100,000 subscriptions!

Kujo Ditaro was busy with his own work, so he didn't pay attention to Kato Megumi's situation.

After dealing with a large number of New Year's greetings, the two felt somewhat tired.

Kujo Ditaro stood up, said goodbye, and left the room.

......

The winter vacation at Neon School is from late December to mid-January, and is usually only about twenty days long.

Of course, people in society cannot have the same annual leave as students; their annual leave basically does not exceed seven days.

On the tenth day of January, the anime adaptation of Kujo Toitaro's manga "JOJO" officially began serialization.

Once the animation was aired, it received a lot of mixed reviews.

But after big data analysis, it was found that most of the accounts that gave bad reviews were just internet trolls who were just trying to do bad things for the sake of bad reviews.

So, overall, the future of the animated version of "JOJO" is still very promising.

As an author, Kujo Toitaro naturally pays close attention to his own works.

Although he saw a lot of malicious comments, he was not panicked at all and even felt sympathy.

After all, society needs love. When facing these orphans without parents, everyone should be more tolerant and understanding.

A few days after the release of "JOJO", students who were on vacation in various places began to return to school one after another.

Izu University.

As we all know, a day without seeing you feels like three years.

Kujo Ditaro looked at Imamura Kohei, who looked pale, and asked in surprise, "You look so pale, did you sell your kidney?"

Imamura Kohei waved his hand: "Go away, it's okay, I just didn't sleep well these past few days."

"Didn't sleep well? Haha." Kitahara Iori stared at the blond man's dark circles and curled his lips in annoyance.

Imamura Kohei scratched his face awkwardly: "It's vacation time, so I stayed up late quite often. Now school has started, so it should be fine after a while."

Kitahara Iori sneered: "You think you are the same as Di Taro? You won't be able to recover in half a year."

Kohei Imamura opened his mouth, but rarely responded.

Kujo Ditaro squeezed the blond man's shoulders and said, "Kohei, there's nothing wrong with playing games, but you should also do it within your ability. Honestly, if you suddenly die at home one day, we won't be surprised."

Imamura Kohei smiled awkwardly: "You are exaggerating..."

"You can ask other people if they think the same way."

Kujo Ditaro released his hand and pointed at the facial expression group behind him.

After swallowing his saliva, Kohei Imamura walked straight to Mitarai.

"My hand, what do you think of me?"

"Hiss, Imamura, loli can no longer satisfy you? You even want to harm a good boy like me?"

"I'm asking you, how do I look?"

After taking a closer look at the blond man, Mitarai tilted his head back in horror. "Shit, are you planning to blackmail me before you die? No way, no way?!"

"......"

Imamura Kohei was too lazy to pay attention to Mitarai and asked the other members of the facial expression group one by one.

After realizing that his condition was indeed very bad, Kohei Imamura returned to his original seat and sat down dejectedly.

Kitahara Iori pouted exaggeratedly: "Well, do you have an idea?"

Imamura Kohei gritted his teeth and said, "I always thought I was healthy."

"It's okay. These are just three major illusions in life. It's not too late to turn back now."

Kitahara Iori put his arm around Imamura Kohei's shoulders and said gently, "We are close friends. I can feel your pain. How about this? I'll keep your supplies with me for now. I'll return them to you when you recover. You're welcome. This is what close friends should do."

"I'm afraid you'll sell them all off to me the next day. Get as far away from me as possible."

Kohei Imamura knocked away Iori Kitahara's dirty hands and turned to look at Totaro Kujo.

"Di Taro, I trust you more than Iori. Can I leave my inventory with you for now?"

"no problem."

Kujo Ditaro agreed immediately, appearing very generous.

After class, the three of them went to Imamura Kohei's apartment together.

As a veteran otaku, Kohei Imamura has quite a few items in stock.

The girl-themed adult games alone filled two large cardboard boxes.

Kujo Ditaro stroked the edge of the cardboard box and couldn't help but sigh.

"It's really not easy for Kohei to survive until now."

"yes."

Kitahara Iori put down a box of comics, panting.

On top of the boxes, there are covers of beautiful girls.

Kitahara Iori shook his head as he packed his boxes.

"They're all from lolita girls and their younger sisters. One book counts as ten shots... Ugh, this is so immoral, so immoral!"

"I knew before that Kou Ping had a source of income, but the amount here is at least millions, right?"

"This is the money I earned as a virtual idol."

Kohei Imamura, who was sorting his belongings under the bed, shouted casually.

Virtual idol?

Kujo Ditaro and Kitahara Iori looked at each other, their expressions becoming increasingly strange.

Kohei Imamura picked up a cardboard box full of things and walked up to the two of them.

"Don't be so surprised. Haven't you seen my mixed voice? Eun-ni?"

Imamura Kohei pinched his throat and uttered a soft female voice.

Kujo Ditaro waved his hand: "Okay."

Kitahara Iori bared his teeth and said, "You're making too much money. If those fans who gave you money knew you were a man, they would probably jump off the building and commit suicide."

"How is that possible? I have a conscience. I won't show my face if I don't have 100,000 subscribers. Even if I do, I can dress up as a woman."

After putting down the box, Kohei Imamura turned around and started tinkering under the bookshelf again.

Kitahara Iori supported himself on the ground with his hands, looked up and asked, "You still have a conscience? If they knew that the goddess of their dreams was actually a cross-dresser, the number one on the list would probably carry a high-speed rail and chop you to death overnight."

"They say that for VR idols, fans only want my voice, not my face. So, I say, you three-dimensional people will never understand our two-dimensional world."

Kohei Imamura found a black box from under the bookshelf.

Then, he reluctantly put the VR helmet on the bed into the box.

Kujo Ditaro stood up and roughly counted the number of boxes.

"Five boxes, that's fine. You two-dimensional people are really good at hiding your true potential."

"These are all my belongings. I entrust them to you. You must take good care of them."

As Kohei Imamura spoke, tears streamed down his face.

Kujo Ditaro was extremely disgusted and quickly asked Kitahara Iori for help.

The two of them moved five boxes filled with Imamura Kohei's hopes downstairs together.

For convenience, Kujo Ditaro bought a new car during the winter vacation.

The style is still Toyota Prado, but the interior is more upscale.

Kujo Ditaro started the car and drove all the way to his home.

While unloading, Kitahara Iori suddenly spoke.

"Di Taro, I think these things can't be kept."

Chapter 361: Kitahara Iori’s chrysanthemum is in danger!

Kujo Ditaro could guess without even thinking what Kitahara Iori wanted to do.

"You want to sell these?"

"Hey, what are you talking about? This is called resource recycling. Otherwise, when you return these things to Gengping, his illness will definitely relapse. So we should take precautions and nip this problem in the bud."

Kitahara Iori made a gesture, his expression becoming more ferocious.

Kujo Ditaro disagreed and replied seriously, "These are all Kouhei's things. Neither you nor I have the right to deal with them. But this is my home. If it's my property, it must be handled according to my wishes."

"Great, really great." Kitahara Iori gave a thumbs up and continued without forgetting his original intention: "If possible, we should sell these and let Kohei know the dangers of society!"

Kujo Ditaro was too lazy to joke anymore and carried the box into the house.

Kitahara Iori followed closely behind, also holding a box in his hands.

In a short while, all of Imamura Kohei's light of hope was piled up in the storage room on the third floor of the Kujo family's house.

Before leaving, Kitahara Iori accidentally knocked over a box.

The box fell to the ground with a loud noise.

Kitahara Iori frowned, bent down to pick up the box, and said guiltily, "It seems to contain the VR helmet. Is it broken?"