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

"Why aren't you coming down yet? Even if you were crawling, you should have reached the door by now, right?"

Kitahara Iori took out his cell phone and was about to contact Hanabata Yoshiko, but he received a call from Kujo Ditaro first.

"Hey, Di Taro, are you here yet?"

"Where are you?"

"I met some acquaintances on the way and chatted for a while. I'll be right there."

"Oh, hold on tight then."

Kitahara Iori hung up the phone carefully.

With a creak, the door of Kujo's house suddenly opened.

Hanabata Yoshiko chewed a banana and said embarrassedly: "There were so many bananas in the fruit plate at Di Taro's house, I couldn't help it, hahaha..."

"It's okay, I'll be right back."

Kitahara Iori rushed up to the third floor in one breath and entered the storage room with ease.

After finding the cardboard box containing Kohei Imamura's treasure, he took out the bag he had prepared in advance from his pocket.

About five minutes later, Kitahara Iori came down from the third floor.

"you...."

Looking at Hanabata Yoshiko who was eating a handful of bananas, Kitahara Iori seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Hanabata Yoshiko scratched her head and said with a smile, "Just pick these bananas out of the hundred bananas. I'll count the banana peels, one, three..."

"Sister Jiazi, I believe you can do it. Go buy some bananas that look similar to the ones you ate. Go!"

After sending Hanabata Yoshiko away, Kitahara Iori began to reconstruct the scene.

I don't know how much time passed, but Kitahara Iori received several text messages in succession.

Hanabata Yoshiko: I saw Di Taro on the street.

[Kujo Ditaro: Where is he? How long will it take for him to come over?]

[Imamura Kohei: Di Taro and I will order some food first, please come over quickly.]

"......"

Kitahara Iori's Adam's apple rolled and his brain was buzzing.

He didn't dare to hesitate, picked up the bag on the ground and ran outside.

However, reality is always cruel.

As soon as Kitahara Iori went out, he met three acquaintances.

Kujo Ditaro glanced down, then smiled and clapped his hands.

"Iori, that's great. You can even sneak into my house and take things."

"no..."

"Beiyuan, I didn't expect you to be such a person!"

"Fuck, I'm not helping you..."

Imamura Kohei waved his hand and said righteously: "Even though these things are important to me, I despise such despicable behavior!"

"Hmm? Could it be..." Kitahara Iori thought for a moment, his face instantly ferocious, "You heartless beast!"

Chapter 364: Little girl, you are walking on a narrow path!

Kitahara Iori's infiltration operation was a complete failure.

Not only that, what was most painful was that Kohei Imamura actually stabbed him in the back.

You have to know that he took all the risks just to get back what belonged to Kohei Imamura.

But now, my kindness has been taken for granted.

Kitahara Iori became furious and his behavior became increasingly violent.

"You bastard! I'm helping you get something, and you didn't help me, but you actually... FUCK!"

Kitahara Iori felt his hand lighten and instinctively tilted his head to look.

What caught the eye were game disks scattered all over the floor, as well as a slightly broken helmet.

Kitahara Iori didn't expect that the bag she prepared was of such poor quality.

Picking up the bag tremblingly, Kitahara Iori gave a forced smile to the blond man in front of him.

"The quality of this bag is really... unexpectedly unreliable. Kohei, life is full of surprises. This helmet... Damn it, don't be impulsive! Don't be impulsive! I didn't want this to happen... Ah!"

.......

Although Kohei Imamura's VR helmet is insured, it does not cover damage caused by human factors.

Therefore, it is basically impossible to repair this VR helmet for free.

Fortunately, VR helmets are not expensive. If you buy a new one, it will cost less than 100,000 yuan.

Indeed, for Kujo Ditaro, one hundred thousand is nothing.

But in Kitahara Iori's eyes, one hundred thousand is a huge sum of money.

After all, his living expenses had been cut off for many months.

Kitahara Iori, who couldn't come up with the money, began to do psychological work for Imamura Kohei.

"Kengping, there are no obstacles in life that cannot be overcome. Just put on a VR headset and let it go with the wind."

"I know you're feeling very bad right now, but I definitely can't come up with the money."

"Well, if that doesn't work, I'll just pay with my body, right?"

Imamura Kohei, who had been in autism for a long time, pushed away the black-haired man next to him.

Kitahara Iori sat up straight with a wry smile, then turned to look at Kujo Ditaro.

"Digo, how about you lend me some money?"

"Are you sure Kohei is just worried because he doesn't have the money to fix his helmet?"

"Isn't it?"

Kujo Ditaro sneered: "Kohei is not you, but he is richer than you."

"Sigh." Imamura Kohei put his head in his hands and sighed, "Even if the helmet is repaired, I won't be able to catch up with the events in the game."

"Game activity? I thought it was something big..."

Before Kitahara Iori could finish his words, his collar was grabbed.

Imamura Kohei bared his teeth, his face looking ferocious and drawn.

"You broke my helmet! You have to take responsibility!"

"Even though I broke it, I didn't mean to do it. Besides, the reason I did it was to help you, Kouhei."

Kitahara Iori sighed softly, his tone low and his expression sad.

Imamura Kohei was stunned, his eyes were a little complicated.

Kitahara Iori turned his head and smiled bitterly: "Well, it's my fault. I understand. I will find a way to compensate you for the helmet."

Imamura Kohei pursed his lips and said, "No... I didn't force you to pay..."

"But I was the one who broke the helmet..." Kitahara Iori lowered his eyes, his face full of guilt.

Imamura Kohei shook his head: "You also want to help me, so I don't want you to pay for it, Iori."

"Yeah...?"

Kitahara Iori looked directly at the blond man in front of him, and after a while, the corners of his mouth curled up wildly.

"That would be perfect!"

"You're playing dirty tricks on me! Pay me money!"

"I don't care about you. You already said you don't have to pay. Even if you beat me to death, don't even think about taking a penny from me!"

"What the hell!"

Just when Kitahara Iori was feeling proud, a basin of cold water was poured on him from the side.

"I don't care about Kohei's helmet, but what do you say about my windows? Iori."

"Eh?!"

Kitahara Iori's expression froze, and his face remained defined.

Imamura Kohei grinned: "Have you laughed enough? Now it's my turn to laugh!"

Kitahara Iori didn't care about anything else and hurriedly forced a flattering smile towards Kujo Ditaro.

"Digo, you really know how to joke with me. You're a great painter, and you're talking about a window...right?"

"Hey, that's wrong."

Kujo Ditaro waved his hand and said seriously, "Even brothers have to settle accounts clearly. There is no order without rules. Iori, I treat you as my beloved relative, my close friend, my brother. Do you understand what I mean?"

"No, Digo." Kitahara Iori smiled awkwardly: "Since we are all dear relatives, brothers and close friends, then..."

"So what? You don't want to pay? Then I'll call the police."

"Aren't you too cruel?"

"I saw that you were not vague when you deceived Gengping."

Kujo Ditaro's words blocked all of Kitahara Iori's escape routes.

Kohei Imamura knew the principle of kicking a drowning dog, so he did not hesitate to add insult to injury.

"Alas, this retribution comes so quickly, tut tut tut tut."

"It's really bad luck to get involved with you guys, damn it."

Kitahara Iori leaned against the sofa, looking a little depressed.

Kohei Imamura sneered and stood up to tidy up the game board on the table.

Kujo Ditaro had nothing to do, so he picked up the VR helmet and took a few photos casually.

"The quality of this thing is really average. It breaks after just one hit. I don't think it will hold its value."

Imamura Kohei agreed, "It's not guaranteed to hold its value. This is just a beta version, and there's still room for improvement in every aspect."

Kujo Ditaro handed over the VR headset and said nonchalantly, "Are you going to take it back to get it fixed?"

"decide as things go."

Kohei Imamura took the VR helmet and put it into the box casually.

Kujo Ditaro turned to look at Kitahara Iori and reminded him, "Don't forget about the window, Iori."

"I know, I know. I'll pay you back when I have money."

"If you don't want to give it, just say so."

Kitahara Iori thought for a moment, then froze, "What the hell do you mean?!"

"Literally." Kujo Ditaro spread his hands and said sympathetically, "It's not that I don't have confidence in you, but when you have money, alas...it's difficult."

Kitahara Iori raised the corner of his mouth: "In that case, why not..."

"No." Kujo Ditaro stood up, looked at the black-haired man with a half-smile, and said, "Even if you are penniless for the rest of your life, this debt will still be there. Of course, if you can really be penniless for the rest of your life, then I have nothing to say."

.......

Kujo Ditaro only returned part of what Imamura Kohei had.

As for the remaining ones, he felt that they could be used again.

Maybe, it will lead to a bad relationship.

After asking someone to fix the window, Kujo Ditaro went to a lounge as scheduled.

At this moment, the lounge was already filled with many of Pab's acquaintances.