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

"That was quite loud just now. You'd better go downstairs and try it."

"If this gets really bad, won't Kohei kill me?"

"This thing must be under warranty. Take it and try it out first. If it breaks, ask Gengping to fix it."

Hearing this, Kitahara Iori nodded and went downstairs with the box.

.......

Kujo Ditaro returned to his room and asked casually while looking at Kitahara Iori who was fiddling with a VR helmet.

"What? Something is broken?"

"It shouldn't be broken, but I don't know how to use it, so I'm not sure."

"Bring it to me and see."

Kujo Ditaro took the VR helmet from Kitahara Iori.

After a little research, he found out how to use the VR helmet.

After connecting the VR helmet to the power supply, Kujo Ditaro tried wearing it.

"How about it?"

Kitahara Iori looked at Kujo Ditaro who had taken off the VR headset and asked, "Is this thing still usable?"

"You can get to the login screen, but it requires an account and password. Go ask Kouhei for them."

Kitahara Iori did not hesitate and called Imamura Kohei.

After getting the account and password, Kujo Ditaro put on the VR helmet again.

Just like entering a dream, when Kujo Ditaro opened his eyes again, he was already on a green meadow.

Kujo Ditaro spread his hands and looked at the smooth skin under the lace gloves, his heart suddenly trembled.

Without hesitation, Kujo Ditaro decisively exited this virtual game world.

"How about it?"

"Try it yourself."

Kujo Ditaro had a blank expression on his face as he casually handed over the VR helmet.

Kitahara Iori was stunned and put on the VR helmet out of curiosity.

After a while.

Kitahara Iori put the VR headset into the box and said suddenly, "Di Taro, I feel that Kohei's problem is not just physical."

"Yeah." Kujo Ditaro said calmly without mentioning what had just happened, "Put the things in the storage room."

"Sigh." Kitahara Iori sighed softly and left the room holding the box.

.......

Since his family's assets were drained, Kohei Imamura's health has improved visibly.

Perhaps because of his inner expansion, Kohei Imamura became bolder and bolder, and gradually showed signs of breaking his vows.

He has hinted to Kujo Ditaro several times whether he could return some games and comics to him, and if that is not possible, he would give him the VR helmet first.

Kujo Ditaro refused without thinking.

Kohei Imamura refused to give up and kept pestering her.

"Digo, just this once, trust me. I will do my best, so just give me back my helmet."

"roll."

"Brother Di, this is the beta test server. I got it with great difficulty."

"If you keep on babbling, I'll smash your helmet. Do you understand?"

Kujo Ditaro pinched Imamura Kohei's shoulders, and the corners of his mouth gradually rose.

Imamura Kohei was stunned and his expression became more serious.

"Digo, do you still remember that there is still a debt of gratitude between us?"

"Ok?"

"You forgot? That's okay, Digo. Are you willing to let me owe you another favor?!"

Kujo Ditaro looked at the blond man kneeling on the chair, and after a long silence, he spoke a true word sparingly.

"roll."

Imamura Kohei's eyes were blurred with tears, and he shouted hysterically: "Digo! Please be flexible!"

Kujo Ditaro noticed the strange looks from all around and said gently, "A helmet, right? Okay, but you have to find Iori first."

"Iori? Why?"

"because..."

Kujo Ditaro patted the blond man's shoulder and said slowly, "Because I gave all your things to Iori."

"......"

Imamura Kohei suddenly looked up, and his handsome face was instantly stretched to a horrible state.

Although he didn't know whether what Kujo Ditaro said was true or not, Kohei Imamura believed that anything without bottom line could be realized in the hands of these two people.

Kohei Imamura quickly called Iori Kitahara to inquire about the credibility of this matter.

As luck would have it, not only did Kitahara Iori not come to class today, but his phone was also turned off.

This made Kohei Imamura even more anxious.

He rushed to Chisa Furukawa and excitedly asked about Iori Kitahara's situation.

After a brief moment of confusion, Chisa Furukawa revealed the reason why Iori Kitahara didn't come to class.

"Caught a cold? In the store, then?"

"Uh? Hmm..."

As soon as Chisa Furukawa finished speaking, Kohei Imamura ran out of the classroom in two steps.

After thinking for a while, Chisa Furukawa sighed with experience.

"What the hell are these idiots doing?"

.......

In a dive shop.

The drowsy Kitahara Iori slowly opened his eyes.

In his blurry vision, he saw a familiar figure walk up to him and sit down.

"Kitahara, how are you?"

Imamura Kohei put down the tray, picked up a scallion, and gently put it around Kitahara Iori's neck.

Kitahara Iori's eyes lit up, and he asked warily, "What...what are you doing?"

"Kitahara, I just want to ask you something. Did you take the things I left at Di Taro's place?"

"How, how is it possible..."

Kitahara Iori was sweating profusely and was extremely frightened.

Indeed, when he returned the VR helmet, he secretly took a copy of the Butter game home.

But he did not sell this item that did not belong to him. Instead, he studied it quietly with an academic attitude.

"Really."

Imamura Kohei picked up a scallion and the corners of his mouth rose strangely.

"When you replied to me just now, your tone wasn't very natural. Iori, you should know the two traditional methods of treating fever..."

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Kitahara Iori was already sweating coldly.

"Wait! Kouhei, calm down first, I only took a little..."

"You really did take it!"

Kohei Imamura's eyes widened with anger. He picked up the tape on the tray and pulled it apart.

Before Kitahara Iori could react, his mouth was sealed with tape.

Imamura Kohei was very skilled and in no time he had tied up Kitahara Iori's wrists and ankles with tape.

Kitahara Iori was like a lamb to be slaughtered, looking up at the blond man in front of him in horror.

Imamura Kohei stood up, sighed with a sad look on his face, and his face suddenly became ferocious.

"Beiyuan, just go on your way with peace of mind!"

"No no no!"

Kitahara Iori has always valued her life. Seeing that her chastity was about to be lost, she immediately rolled to the side.

Imamura Kohei sneered, and the green onion in his hand looked even thicker.

"Kitahara, why are you running? I'm here to treat you."

"......"

Kitahara Iori leaned against the wall and shook his head desperately.

In the face of the black-haired man's plea for mercy, Kohei Imamura turned a blind eye and the corners of his mouth became increasingly raised.

"Don't worry, it will be fine in no time. This folk remedy is very effective. Remember, when I caught a cold, you asked the doctor to pick the thickest needle. Don't worry, I've always remembered your kindness, so I picked a green onion for you."

Kitahara Iori was sweating profusely and was very nervous.

Imamura Kohei shook the green onion vigorously, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

The commotion upstairs attracted the attention of the people downstairs.

At this moment, sitting in front of Nanaka Furutegawa was Kujo Toitaro.

"What's wrong with them? They're a bit noisy."

"It's okay, they've always been like this."

"But Iori is sick today. Shouldn't he be allowed to rest? I should go talk to him."

Kujo Ditaro waved his hand and stopped Nanaka Furutegawa.

"Hey, Nanaka-nee, they've always been like this. And Iori has a fever, and people with fevers need to move around more. I think Kohei must have thought of this and did it on purpose."

"Really? That Kohei is quite thoughtful. The two of them usually quarrel so much, but he is surprisingly reliable at the critical moment."

Nanaka Furutegawa didn't think much about it and smiled with relief.

Kujo Ditaro raised the corner of his mouth, "After all, we are all college students."

boom.

There was a noise coming from upstairs that could not be ignored.

Even though Nanaka Furukawa was stupid enough, she realized that something was wrong.

"I'd better go up and take a look."

"I'll go, Nanaka-san."

After Kujo Ditaro stabilized Nanaka Furutegawa, he turned and walked up the stairs.

As soon as Kujo Ditaro reached the second floor, he saw Kitahara Iori, with her mouth sealed with tape, being dragged into the house little by little by a mysterious force.

At the critical moment, Kitahara Iori saw the figure of Kujo Ditaro.

As if he had seen a savior, the black-haired man began to struggle violently and hysterically.

As the noise grew louder, Nanaka Furutegawa downstairs couldn't help but shout upwards.

"Di Taro, what's going on?"