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

Kujo Ditaro curled his lips and said, "What does her coming back have to do with you? You're a gossipy kid. Go finish your manuscript when you have time. Your delay is so bad, do you believe I'll send you to the dark room to finish your manuscript?"

"Creation requires inspiration. If Brother Toritaro could do something to inspire me, I think..." Nayuta clasped her hands together and blinked coquettishly.

Kujo Ditaro pondered for a while and then gave a hideous smile.

"You want inspiration, right? I have a friend who has a set of boxing techniques that can heal women's IQ. I think you'll get some inspiration after trying it."

"Uh...then let's not do that."

Nayuta waved her hands, and then, as if she had thought of something, she poked her ten fingers together.

The silver-haired girl's behavior was surprisingly shy.

Kujo Deitaro didn't know how serious it was.

"what happened to you?"

"My mom's birthday is coming up, and she asked me to ask you if you're free to come over."

"It's your mother's birthday, why are you looking like this?"

"My grandma will be there that day, so I feel a little embarrassed. You won't disagree, right?"

Nayuta said as she took a step forward and walked in front of Kujo Ditaro.

Kujo Ditaro rolled his eyes and nodded, "When? If..."

Nayuta interrupted hastily, "Tomorrow, are you free?"

"Yeah, I'm free tomorrow."

"OK, I'll go back first."

Nayuta got what she wanted and left happily.

Kujo Ditaro shook his head and looked at the girl with the eyes of a brother caring about his sister who had left home.

.......

In the evening, there was a knock on the door of the Kujo family's house.

When Kujo Ditaro saw the person coming, his disgust was evident on his face.

"Iori, what are you doing here?"

"Di Taro, I broke your glass last time, so I'm here to pay you back."

Kujo Ditaro thought for a moment and said seriously, "Did you do something to offend me?"

Kitahara Iori bared his teeth.

"You're looking for trouble, aren't you? I earned this money from working, and it came from a legitimate source."

"I'm not questioning how you got the money, but I'm really humbled by the fact that you're willing to pay it back."

"Never mind..."

Before Kitahara Iori could finish his words, the money in his hand was snatched away.

Kujo Ditaro stuffed it into his pocket without even looking at it.

"You can't refuse to take my money."

"cut."

Kitahara Iori turned his head and looked towards the garage.

"Di Taro, I've signed up for a driving school. Would it be convenient for you to take me for a couple of practice laps?"

"No one comes to the temple for no reason. I knew there was something wrong with you coming here to pay back the money. It's okay for me to take you for training."

"Really? Then take me to try it now."

Kujo Ditaro looked at the black-haired man with complicated eyes.

Kitahara Iori was shameless and rubbed his hands excitedly.

Kujo Ditaro thought for a moment, and the corners of his mouth gradually rose.

The two drove to a deserted, remote road.

Then, Kujo Ditaro got out of the car and sat in the passenger seat.

Kitahara Iori gripped the steering wheel with excitement and asked, "What should I do next, Digo?"

"Well, first adjust your seat so you have a better view?"

“It’s very open, the road is smooth, and there’s no need to adjust.”

"Well, keep stretching your neck. It would be best if you put on a cast."

Kitahara Iori said rather embarrassedly: "Um, Digo, how do I adjust the seat?"

After Kujo Ditaro told him the method, Kitahara Iori adjusted the seat and backrest.

"It's OK this time. The view is clear. Shall we set off?"

"Do you know how to shift into gear?"

"know."

"Then put the car in neutral and show me. Are you really going to break the gear for me? Can't you feel the button on top?"

Kitahara Iori swallowed his anger and left the game empty.

Kujo Ditaro took out a picture album from the storage box and rolled it into a paper tube.

"If you don't understand, just say you don't understand. Don't try to save face for me. You know what I mean."

"Okay, okay, Digg."

"Can you turn on the turn signal?"

"Yes, yes."

Kitahara Iori said as he started to work.

creak.

The eyes of the two people in the car fell on the wipers on the windshield.

Kitahara Iori forced a smile and scratched his head, "Eh, isn't that it? I remember... Ouch."

"Yes, yes, yes. Didn't I tell you to ask if you don't understand? Keep on asking!"

The more Kujo Ditaro fought, the more the corners of his mouth rose.

Kitahara Iori was in the wrong and could only endure it silently.

Kujo Ditaro exhaled slightly and pretended to be still furious.

"Which one is the turn signal? Also, did you take the C1 test?"

"Yeah, Dirk."

"Then you use one foot to control the brake and accelerator, and keep your other foot still. Do you understand?"

"Why....hiss, I understand, Digo."

Kitahara Iori covered his red forehead, grinned and nodded repeatedly.

Kujo Ditaro waved the paper tube and said, "Pull down the handbrake, get going, drive slowly and steadily."

"Ok."

Kitahara Iori stepped on the accelerator and the car roared but did not move.

Kujo Ditaro hummed a song leisurely, his tone relaxed and comfortable.

"It's strange, why isn't the car moving?"

"Eh..."

Kitahara Iori's heart trembled, and he smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Di, give me a chance?"

Kujo Ditaro nodded: "Okay, I'm not a demon. Who invented the car?"

"......." Kitahara Iori moved his lips slightly and stuck his head out obediently.

boom.

After Kujo Ditaro delivered a critical hit, Shuxin said, "It's not in gear, drive slower."

"Okay..." Kitahara Iori put the car in gear and the car moved forward slowly.

After driving for a while, Iori from Beiyi University felt that the speed was a bit slow, so he stepped on the accelerator.

The car rushed out like a wild horse.

At the same time, a red-haired girl carrying a book walked past the intersection.

boom!

Hearing the angry roar coming from the side, the red-haired girl turned her head to look. The scene that came into her eyes made her brain tremble.

Fortunately, the car, which was traveling at high speed, suddenly braked and stopped.

Kitahara Iori in the car couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Kujo Ditaro raised the paper tube and smashed it on the black-haired man's head.

"I told you to drive slower, so why did you step on the accelerator so hard? You want to die, don't you?"

"No... I didn't expect the power to be so strong. I couldn't react for a while... But how did the car stop by itself?"

"This car has an active braking system. Otherwise, how could I dare to let you test drive it? Turn off the engine and get out."

Kujo Daitaro waited until Kitahara Iori turned off the car before pushing the door and getting out.

He walked to the alley entrance and looked at the pale red-haired girl, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

The red-haired girl came to her senses and exclaimed, "Why are you here again? Are you determined to kill me?"

Chapter 372: I have never seen such a shameless person

It was quite embarrassing for Kujo Toitaro to meet Minamoto Sakura in this way.

He coughed dryly and changed the subject.

"Where are you going?"

"Don't change the subject."

"Well, as you can see, I got out from the passenger seat. As for why I ran into you in this way, well... I think that's your problem."

Yuan Ying's eyes widened and she took a step back in disbelief.

"I've never seen someone as shameless as you. You almost bumped into me, but you actually turned the tables on me. Hiss..."

Hearing the girl's deliberately exaggerated tone, Kujo Ditaro's expression froze and he became more and more confident.

"We still encountered each other on such a deserted street, and in this way. Don't you think there is some intriguing connection between them?"

"I see. You are indirectly saying that I am an unlucky person."

"The man of doom?"

Kitahara Iori seized the opportunity and interjected, but no one paid any attention.

Yuan Ying bit her left lip and stomped her feet in frustration.

"Humph, even if I am a person of bad luck, I am even more unlucky after meeting you. In the final analysis, you are also a jinx."

"Uh-huh."

"What are you saying?"

When Kujo Ditaro got off the bus, he took the paper tube with him.

Looking at Kitahara Iori who nodded in seconding the motion, he immediately pulled away.

Kitahara Iori covered his head and muttered with his teeth bared.