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

Before the voice fell, suppressed whispers were heard from the corner.

"Yes, yes. I heard that some people have used it privately. The weight of the pendulum has been more than doubled."

The long-haired man raised the corner of his mouth and stretched out his big hand forward, making an invitation gesture.

"Very good. As an engineering student, hands-on ability is very important. I am very pleased that you can take the initiative. Then let's start with Kitahara Iori. Kitahara, come up and do the experiment."

"Professor, I'm not very skilled. This kind of experiment that requires high standards should be handed over to Kohei Imamura, a top student." Kitahara Iori said, adding without warning, but his voice was not loud.

"Imamura Kohei has been dating several girlfriends online. If there are pictures, there will be truth. We can check it out later."

The good-looking people sitting in the back row watching the show all had grim expressions on their faces.

Imamura Kohei cursed the cunning villain inwardly, and at the same time, he became ruthless and whispered a shocking piece of information.

"Kitahara lives with Kotegawa. You heard it right. With two people living under the same roof, anything is possible!"

"You... what a cheap trick, this kind of thing..."

Kitahara Iori originally wanted to get away with it, but the opposite happened, and good news came from the side.

"Yes, I can prove that the two of them live together."

Kujo Ditaro's third-party assistance instantly blocked Kitahara Iori's retreat.

The facial expression group is usually playful and their relationships with each other can be good or bad. They seem to get along well, but in fact there are restrictions within.

That's right, anyone who finds a human female as a girlfriend will fall into endless trials and targeting. To put it simply, it is a minefield of public outrage, which is called the Department of Engineering.

Kitahara Iori's act of finding a girlfriend should have been punishable by death, let alone living with the only beauty in the engineering department.

"Hey, scumbag Iori, the professor is calling you over."

"Yeah, you beast Beiyuan, hurry over there, don't force me to take you there."

"You bastard, if we do it, I'm sure you'll do something sinister. You might not be able to be a man anymore, haha..."

Several people in the facial expression group lay on the table and looked down at the black-haired man in front of them.

Kitahara Iori's face was tense with well-defined lines, and sweat kept dripping down his forehead.

Imamura Kohei smiled, put his arm around Kitahara Iori's shoulder, and the corners of his mouth curled up wildly.

"Kitahara, go ahead. It's just double the weight. A modern guy like you who's at the forefront of men is definitely stronger than us newcomers. Don't worry, you can handle it."

"Hey..."

"Even if it breaks, it doesn't matter."

There was a chilling cold light in Imamura Kohei's eyes.

"Didn't the professor say that not everyone has the opportunity to use the following? Okay, everyone, do you understand what I mean?"

Kitahara Iori turned his head slightly, looking at the hideous smiles and weird eyes of several people, his heart trembled suddenly, as if a huge stone fell to the ground.

At this moment, the long-haired man below did not forget to exert pressure, intending to break the last straw for someone.

"Kitahara Iori, I believe you can do it. Don't make the others wait anxiously. Come up quickly."

"Yeah, man up."

"Everyone can't wait."

"It's only 40 kilograms. At most, we can put two more cushions under it. It can't stop it anyway."

"You're talking human language? But I like it, hehe."

The more Kitahara Iori listened, the more chilled he became. At this moment, he deeply felt the danger and darkness of society.

At the same time, Chisa Furukawa, who was at the back, covered her face with her hands and sighed sincerely.

"Why did you choose this department in the first place? Is there something wrong with my brain?"

Chapter 381: Licking to the end will get you everything!

As we all know, God is watching what we do.

Kitahara Iori deserved this disaster.

After being hit by a Xiabi attack, Kitahara Iori spent the second half of the day in a daze.

There's no way around it, that part of a man's body is always fragile and deadly.

What's more, the pendulum is twice as heavy, even a woman can't bear it.

Half-jokingly speaking, the Sharp Impact Polygraph is a pretty good invention.

If it was used before the 20th century, it might have been of great use, at least when interrogating male prisoners, the effect would have been outstanding.

......

When Kohei Imamura learned that Iori Kitahara had applied for a driver's license, he immediately enrolled in a driving school as well.

The two of them were unwilling to give in and both wanted to surpass the other.

In order to master the essence of driving, even Kitahara Iori, a poor man with no living expenses, was very generous when facing Kujo Ditaro.

Of course, when it comes to capital, Kohei Imamura is definitely better.

Kujo Ditaro is not short of money, but he is very satisfied with the behavior of his two younger brothers.

After all, in the past, the way people got along with each other was either to kick someone when they were down or to demolish the bridge after crossing it. They were insidious in every way and did not behave like friends should.

Although the current relationship pattern is not normal, Kujo Ditaro doesn't mind.

All he wanted was for the two of them to grovel.

"Digo, I was clumsy last time, but I won't do that anymore."

"Brother Di, drink some water. Now that Kitahara has practiced, it's my turn."

"What nonsense are you talking about? I only bumped into it last time. How can that be considered practice? You shameless bastard, did Di Ge say he would teach you how to drive?"

"How dare you say that to me? You came to Di Ge to learn how to drive, but you didn't even bring water. If I were Di Ge, I would lose if I let you touch the steering wheel."

The two of them confronted each other, suppressing each other while trying to win the favor of Kujo Ditaro.

Kujo Ditaro sat in the passenger seat, his eyes slightly narrowed as if in meditation, and his voice was weak.

"It doesn't matter who I practice with, but I suddenly want to eat the croissants by the station."

"Digo, I..."

Before Imamura Kohei could finish his words, Kitahara Iori had already pushed the door and got out of the car.

After a brief moment of daze, Kohei Imamura chased after him cursing.

After an unknown amount of time, the car door opened again.

Kitahara Iori, sweating profusely, lifted the bag tremblingly.

"Digo...the croissant you requested is guaranteed to be warm."

"Um..."

Kujo Ditaro took the bag, took out the bread from it, took a bite, and muttered casually.

"Smart people are prepared to apply what they've learned to other situations. Only newbies will just blindly buy what they hear..."

Kitahara Iori was stunned: "Ah? This..."

At the same time, a panting sound came from behind.

"Digo...bread and milk tea."

"What? Why would you think of buying milk tea? That's impossible."

Kitahara Iori turned around, his face full of surprise.

Kohei Imamura was not at all modest. The corners of his mouth gradually turned up, and his handsome face was stretched to the point of looking unrecognizable.

"How can I still be the same as before when I'm around a despicable person like you? Tsk tsk, get out of here. I'll practice driving this car."

"you are vicious!"

Kitahara Iori gritted his teeth and climbed into the back seat helplessly.

Kujo Ditaro took the milk tea handed to him by Imamura Kohei and nodded slightly.

Kohei Imamura showed a look of joy and climbed into the driver's seat eagerly.

As soon as he sat down, he saw Kitahara Iori in the back row holding up his mobile phone to record a video.

"What's there to film? I'm not good at sports, but everything else is my strength."

"uh-huh..."

Kitahara Iori smiled strangely and didn't say much.

Kohei Imamura frowned and suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Adjust your seat and fasten your seatbelt."

Kujo Ditaro pinched the croissant between two fingers and ate it while giving orders.

Kohei Imamura's talent in electronic products far exceeds that of ordinary people.

After adjusting the electric seat, Kohei Imamura adjusted the angle of the rearview mirror without anyone reminding him.

Kujo Ditaro was stunned with a strange expression.

Kitahara Iori widened his eyes and stopped breathing, obviously unable to accept the scene before him.

Kohei Imamura shook his hair gracefully and showed a lame smile.

"Look, I'm not a layman like Kitahara who dares to get on the bus without knowing anything. I did some research before coming here."

"Ah, very good."

Kujo Ditaro rarely spared praise: "In this regard, you are much better than Iori. Well, let me ask you a question about road conditions. If there is a car in front of you that is not driving fast, but the road can only accommodate one car, how can you pass this road quickly?"

Imamura Kohei blurted out without thinking: "I will eat a prop first, and then use a rocket to blow it up..."

Bang bang bang!

Kujo Ditaro pulled out a paper tube from somewhere and hit the blond man on the head with it.

"Rockets, huh? Then why don't you use nitro to accelerate and then use the blade to overtake? Are you playing the game stupidly? Huh!?"

"Hiss...don't smash it, it was a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue. I've been playing racing games lately, so..."

Imamura Kohei begged repeatedly, but his forehead was still hit red.

Seeing this scene, Kitahara Iori breathed a sigh of relief and smiled grimly with satisfaction.

"I told you, Gengping isn't suited to driving lessons, but he won't listen. What a waste of hundreds of thousands of dollars in tuition."

Kujo Ditaro curled his lips and said, "You're not much better than him. At least Kouhei knows a little about the equipment on the car. What about you?"

"I can always recognize all the equipment on the car, but it will test my skills when I'm on the road. With Kohei's way of thinking, it's dangerous." Kitahara Iori's incomplete remarks were intended to dampen Kohei Imamura's enthusiasm.

Unfortunately, none of you present here have a fragile heart.

Imamura Kohei secretly remembered Kitahara Iori's sarcasm and was ready to get it back with interest later.

Kujo Ditaro subconsciously felt that Imamura Kohei's talent would be superior to Kitahara Iori, so he skipped many steps and asked to start the race.

I don’t know what Kohei Imamura was thinking, but after hearing the command to start the engine, he stepped on the accelerator.

Kujo Ditaro almost developed it into an instinct, picking up the paper ball and smashing it wildly.

He taught while smashing.

"I told you to start the engine, why are you pressing the accelerator? Press this, shift gears, and go."

“Oh oh oh….”

"Oh oh oh? Then why don't you put it in gear."

"Right away, right away, is that right?"

Kohei Imamura carefully turned on the wipers.

Kujo Ditaro sighed and went through all the steps that he had skipped before.

It was as if something had suddenly dawned on Kohei Imamura, who shifted into the real gear with ease.