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

The car moved briefly, then slowly moved forward.

After a while, Kujo Ditaro glanced at the blond man in the driver's seat and suddenly gave an order.

"come on."

"Hmm? Oh, sure, I will."

"Then you should do your best."

"Well, I'll do my best, thank you."

"Thank you... I'm so glad to tell you to cheer me up!"

Chapter 382: Deducting points? You need a driver's license to do that!

Although Imamura Kohei's blunder was somewhat unbelievable, it was within the controllable range.

After hitting Imamura Kohei several times with a paper tube, Kujo Ditaro refined his way of questioning.

"I told you to step on the gas, and you didn't even thank me."

"Oh, so it's the accelerator. Then why did you tell me to step on it? I thought..."

"Still talking back to me? You think you're stubborn, don't you?"

Imamura Kohei knew very well the principle of living under someone else's roof, so he decisively shut his mouth.

He stepped on the accelerator and the car began to accelerate, but the process was orderly and did not rush out all at once.

This situation seemed particularly glaring to Kitahara Iori in the back row.

Kujo Ditaro turned his head and gave the black-haired man a meaningful smile.

cut!

Kitahara Iori curled his lips and said sarcastically, "We are all beginners. Practicing well at the beginning is nothing. You know, during exams, the people who fail the most are those who practiced well. So, mentality is the key."

"Tsk tsk, why is there lemon curd on this bread? It's so sour."

"Sour? What am I sour about? What's there to be sour about, huh."

"I didn't say you were jealous, why are you so excited?"

Kitahara Iori was not in the right, so he simply kept silent.

He put down his phone and stared at Kohei Imamura, looking around, obviously finding fault.

Kohei Imamura is truly a genius among ordinary people.

Even though I had never touched a car before, I was able to gain a preliminary understanding of real cars thanks to my understanding of the game.

However, newbies are newbies after all.

Even if you have a good understanding, you may still be at a loss when encountering certain situations.

Kohei Imamura looked at the oncoming car and immediately turned the steering wheel to the side.

"You didn't dare to meet the car, so you stopped right where you are. Are you trying to kill someone by turning the steering wheel like that? Or are you trying to kill me?"

Kujo Ditaro quickly turned the steering wheel back, and the car, which was about to drive onto the curb, turned the front of the car in time and returned to the right track.

Imamura Kohei was afraid of being beaten, so he hurried to explain.

"I saw that the other side was very close, so I wanted to stay away from it."

"That car is five meters away from you. Forget it. I feel like arguing with you would make me look stupid. I'll stop at the intersection ahead and let Iori drive."

Kujo Ditaro was exhausted both physically and mentally. At this moment, he realized the difficulties of being a coach.

After Imamura Kohei stopped the car, Kitahara Iori moved to the driver's seat.

Unlike Imamura Kohei, Kitahara Iori was driving for the first time, so he had some experience in driving.

The car was moving slowly, and somehow, Kitahara Iori suddenly asked a strange question.

"Di Taro, what will happen if I get caught driving without a license?"

"What else can we do? We'll just have the car and the person towed away."

"Oh...."

Kitahara Iori smiled suddenly, sweat pouring down his face.

"Um, that uniformed guy in front, is he a traffic policeman?"

"where?"

Kujo Ditaro straightened up and looked at the traffic police who was issuing tickets on the side of the road, his expression changed slightly.

Kitahara Iori panicked and slurred his words, "Brother Di...what should I do?"

"Just drive past. It's none of your business if they issue a ticket."

Kujo Ditaro leaned back in his chair, looking very casual.

Kitahara Iori gave a bitter smile: "Drive over? I don't dare."

Kujo Ditaro glanced at the black-haired man and said, "Don't dare? Then you want to go to the police station? What does it have to do with you if he issues a ticket? Just drive past."

Kitahara Iori gritted his teeth and stepped on the accelerator resolutely.

When the car passed by the traffic police, a line of sweat had already formed on Kitahara Iori's chin.

That’s right, it’s the kind of sweat that forms a line.

Kujo Ditaro took a casual glance and immediately gasped.

"I can't drive this car anymore."

"What's wrong? What the hell?"

After confirming that the traffic police didn't care about them, Kohei Imamura looked towards the front row without knowing why.

Looking at the sweat that had gathered into a line on Kitahara Iori, his eyes widened.

Kitahara Iori knew how embarrassing his situation was, so he stretched out his wet hand.

Kujo Ditaro's face turned grim and he leaned against the car door suddenly.

"How dare you put your hand here? I'll beat you until you lose control of your bowels and bladder today, even if you didn't eat much this morning."

"What are you talking about? Give me a tissue. I need a tissue."

After Kujo Ditaro threw out a pack of tissues, he put the car in park.

The car suddenly stopped, and the car behind it honked its horn a few times in dissatisfaction, and then drove around.

The first thing Kujo Ditaro did after getting off the car was to book a designated driver online.

There was no way he could bear the steering wheel that had been touched by Kitahara Iori's sweaty hands.

About ten minutes later, a man wearing a warm hat and a mask appeared in Kujo Ditaro's eyes.

The man was obviously tall, but he walked slowly and seemed a little unsteady.

Kujo Ditaro didn't bother to be picky. After the man came closer, he stated his request.

"Here are the keys. Drive to the car wash."

"......"

The man was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he nodded slightly.

Kujo Ditaro handed over the keys and sat in the passenger seat.

The sweaty Kitahara Iori should have been squeezed into the trunk, but he had no self-awareness and refused to leave the back seat.

Kujo Ditaro planned to give the car a thorough cleaning, so he didn't care about the hygiene of the back seats.

However, he didn't care, but some people couldn't stand it.

Kohei Imamura leaned against the car door, his disgust and resistance evident in his words.

"Beiyuan, are you still a human being? How dare you sit here?"

"Di Taro didn't say anything. You don't want to? Then go to the trunk."

Kitahara Iori was cruel. She picked up the tissues that had been used to wipe the sweat and threw them next to Imamura Kohei.

Kohei Imamura ignored the scolding, but it had little effect.

With a creak, the man in charge of driving opened the driver's door and climbed into the car unsteadily.

Kujo Ditaro was quite puzzled by the man's difficulty walking.

However, thinking about the popularity of designated driver software, he didn't think about it anymore.

After the car drove away for a while, a middle-aged man in plain clothes stood on the curb, looking around in confusion.

"Hey, didn't the customer who asked me to drive him say he was on this street? Why can't I see the car? Calling would cost a lot of money, so I should find a place with wireless network and ask the customer where he is."

Just as the middle-aged man was looking for a store with wireless network, a white SUV was galloping at high speed on the road leading to the neighboring city, like a wild horse.

Kujo Ditaro looked at the scenery passing by outside the window and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"I asked you to wash the car, why are you here?"

"Yeah, the speed limit on this highway is 60, and you're driving 120. If you get caught, you'll get points deducted."

"Deduct points? You need a driver's license to do that!"

Suddenly, the car became quiet.

Chapter 383: Don’t be afraid, alcohol makes cowards brave!

Kitahara Iori reacted and laughed: "Master, you really know how to joke. How can you be a designated driver if you don't have a driver's license?"

Imamura Kohei nodded in agreement. "Yes, the application process for this kind of platform is very strict. Drivers who haven't had their licenses for a few years won't be able to pass the review. Sir, let's stop making trouble and slow down."

"Designated driver? Burp~" The man burped and stepped on the accelerator. The car, which was originally running at 120 mph, gradually increased to 140 mph.

Kujo Ditaro wanted to stop this dangerous journey, but he didn't dare to do it.

After all, at the current vehicle speed, rollover is inevitable if there is any deviation in operation.

By then, everyone in this car would probably be dead.

After burping several times in succession, the man slowly told a story that was enough to shock everyone present.

"Who said I was a designated driver? I just passed by your place, and then... you let me drive, and then I got in."

"Huh? This..."

"Digo, what's going on?"

Kujo Ditaro was also confused, so he took out his cell phone and called the designated driver.

There was a dead tone on the phone.

However, what is terrifying is that there was no response from the driver's phone.

After a while, the call was connected.

"Hello, guest, where are you? Where's your car?"

As soon as this sound came out, the atmosphere in the car instantly became tense.

"Oh... that's none of your business."

After Kujo Ditaro hung up the phone, his expression was extremely heavy.

He looked at the man's legs that were constantly on the accelerator with an extremely complicated look in his eyes.

Kitahara Iori had already realized the seriousness of the situation, and his voice was trembling.

"Ah... Master, I see you drive quite well. You don't look like you don't have a license, right?"

"Yes, Master, your driving skills must have taken you ten years to get started, right? And if you don't have a license, how dare you drive on the road? And drive so fast?"

Imamura Kohei smiled awkwardly and wiped the sweat from his forehead again and again.

The man first held the steering wheel with one hand, then took off his mask.

He exhaled, and there was a familiar smell in the car.