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

"It's okay. Alcohol makes cowards brave. I drank half a bottle of Water of Life when I went out today. I'm pretty steady."

"What the hell! Half a bottle?"

Kitahara Iori was stunned and made a prayer gesture with a look of despair.

Imamura Kohei thought of the two-dimensional world at home and asked unwillingly, "Master, I see you drive quite well. Did you drive a racing car before, so you don't bother to get a driver's license?"

"Racing car?" The man grinned, his eyes narrowed into a line. "Why would I drive a racing car? I have over 2,000 degrees of myopia, and my right leg is a prosthesis. How can I get a driver's license?"

Imamura Kohei heard the ferocious look and exclaimed, "Then stop the car right now!"

"Why are you parking? There's a police car chasing us! Hurry up, we need to speed up!"

"Fuck your dad...ah!"

.......

For the first time, Kujo Ditaro discovered that the power of Toyota cars was really good.

Look, they escaped for hundreds of kilometers while being chased by several police cars.

If the car hadn't run out of gas, Kujo Ditaro estimated that this life-and-death race would have continued for a while.

In the police station.

Kujo Ditaro looked at the two policemen in front of him and sighed helplessly.

"Let me tell you the situation. Please don't find it unbelievable."

"Don't worry, we are police officers and very professional."

"Okay, here's what happened. I called a designated driver and then waited for quite a while because there was no one on that road. I saw someone walking towards me and I thought he was the designated driver, but he turned out not to be. I didn't expect that."

"Mr. Kujo, are you saying that a passerby pretended to be a designated driver and got into your car?"

Kujo Ditaro nodded.

"It's not an impersonation. He seems to have been drinking and may be a little confused."

"Oh, I get it."

One of the two police officers asked in confusion, "So, that drunk passerby, whom you mistook for a designated driver, didn't object and successfully got into your car. He then drove over two hundred yards, causing the five police cars following behind to chase him for hundreds of kilometers, right?"

"Well, that's pretty much it."

"puff...."

The two policemen looked at each other, a puzzled look on their faces, and then the corners of their mouths couldn't help but curl up slightly.

Kujo Ditaro realized something and frowned.

"I'm not kidding you guys, this is what happened. Although it's a little unbelievable, didn't I tell you in advance?"

"Okay, okay, Mr. Kujo, I understand your situation. Please be patient for now."

"I've tolerated you for a long time. Judging from your tone just now, you didn't mean to take it seriously at all."

"Hey, Mr. Kujo, that's not what I meant. We've handled many cases, like people deliberately driving drunk because they were afraid of their wives, and people trying to show off their driving skills and challenge the authority of the law. Anyway, we will record your confession."

"Then how do we handle this?"

Kujo Ditaro knew that his words were not recognized, so he simply asked about the real business.

The two policemen shook their heads one after the other.

"This matter cannot be handled for the time being because the driver was not only speeding, but also driving under the influence and without a license. Most importantly, he fled the scene."

"You're making it too complicated. He was just drunk, so he did all these things. This wasn't his subjective thinking, so it shouldn't constitute an intentional crime. Forget it, when can I pick up my car?"

"Mr. Kujo, you're being impatient. Until this matter is concluded, your car, and you as the driver, cannot leave the police station."

Kujo Ditaro pursed his lips, thought briefly, then stood up and said, "Okay, I'll make a phone call."

The two police officers were not worried that Kujo Ditaro would run away. They nodded calmly and signaled that they could leave.

Kujo Ditaro walked to the corner and called Souruin Shion.

"what's up?"

"Here's the thing..."

"puff..."

"I'm serious about this, Chairman Zouruin."

"Well, it was just a joke, but your story is pretty good. Okay, I'll get you out. Just wait."

"Don't hang up yet, Chairman Zouruin, do you also think I'm making up stories for you? And is it really that funny?"

After hanging up the phone, Kujo Ditaro looked at the two policemen who were whispering and giggling, and his expression became more complicated.

Needless to say, Zou Ryuin Shion's ability was great, and the matter was resolved in just half an hour.

Kujo Ditaro escaped unscathed, but the fake designated driver who was nearsighted and cost over 2,000 yuan was also killed.

To be honest, when he was in the car, Kujo Ditaro was already cursing in his heart.

However, after getting out of the car safely, his anger disappeared.

After all, the responsibility for this matter does not lie with the fake driver.

You know, it was he who asked others to drive, and it was he who handed over the keys. As for why others took it, that was half a bottle of water of life!

Chapter 384: The thousand-layered tricks from our predecessors, this brainwashing...

Because of this bad experience, Kujo Ditaro and others never practiced driving privately again for a period of time.

In addition, Kitahara Iori and Imamura Kohei seem to suffer from car phobia, and it is expected that it will be difficult for them to pass the driving test in the short term.

Fortunately, the next month would be the end of the busy and tedious semester, and the two of them had no way to concentrate on driving practice, so they simply postponed the driving school arrangements and quietly started to prepare for the exam.

Kujo Ditaro has good student qualities. If he can get his diploma by his own ability, he will not take shortcuts.

After handing over the matter concerning the PUA man to Wu Xiaxian, Kujo Ditaro also started reviewing for the exam.

.......

Wu Xiaxian came from the Wu clan and had acquired excellent assassination skills since childhood.

If Kujo Ditaro asked him to kill someone, he might be happy to do so, but he had no interest in dealing with trivial matters like the PUA man.

However, considering the friendship between them, he reluctantly agreed.

Although I accepted the task, it was difficult to implement it.

After all, this matter involves too many people, and it would be a thankless task if we deal with them one by one.

Wu Xiaxian knew the principle of killing a chicken to scare the monkeys, so he went straight to the point and found the core members of these PUA men.

A killer demands speed, accuracy and ruthlessness, but Wu Xiaxian is not that kind of person.

He would inflict some alternative torture on his targets.

For example...tortoise shell binding.

For example...the tortoise shell bondage for two people.

Another example...the tortoise shell bondage with three people stacked horizontally.

In short, when Kujo Ditaro received the photos sent by Wu Xiaxian, he almost smashed his phone in anger.

Fortunately, there were quite a few people sitting next to me at that time.

As the saying goes, having fun alone is not as good as having fun together.

Happy things should be shared.

Looking at the faces that were distorted and deformed, Kujo Ditaro smiled with relief.

Freshman year is different from junior year, and the difficulty of the final exams between the two is completely on a different level.

One of the main reasons why seniors in the diving club quit the club early was to prepare for the exam.

After all, after three years of college, it would be difficult to accept if I failed a course now.

The tense and exciting final exam didn’t last too long.

Perhaps because they visited the shrine when they went to Kitahara Hotel, everyone in the diving club passed the test successfully and received satisfactory GPA.

However, compared to freshmen like Kujo Ditaro who have relatively comfortable prospects, the daily lives of seniors are filled with work and graduation thesis.

Because the future is full of uncertainty, everyone in the diving club got together after a long absence after the exam.

The atmosphere at that time was very sad.

After everyone got drunk, they gathered again on another day.

Kujo Ditaro could still accept the situation of scoring twice.

But what was unexpected was that the party never stopped from the first day to the evening of the fifth day.

Scoring five goals...who can resist this!

On the evening of the fifth day, Kujo Ditaro sternly declined the invitation to the cocktail party.

Maybe it was the alcohol accumulated over the previous four days, but Shou Longjiro ignored Kujo Ditaro's size and grabbed the latter's collar with a ferocious look on his face.

"Which club do you think you belong to!?"

"Isn't it... a diving club?"

"Di Taro, your ideological awareness is not high enough. This club will be organized by you from now on. How come you still haven't understood the essence of this club?"

"Then why don't I just change the name to the Alcoholic Society?"

Shou Longjiro sighed softly, put his hands on Kujo Di Taro's shoulders, and said seriously: "Di Taro, do you know?"

Looking at the man's serious expression, Kujo Ditaro was stunned: "Know what?"

"The club has regulations. If we don't recruit new members within two years, we will be disbanded. It's already difficult for our club to recruit people, and once our true nature is exposed, it will be even more impossible for us to recruit new members."

"I see." Kitahara Iori, who was leaning on the back of the chair, waved and said, "No wonder Chisa joined the company."

Shou Longjiro nodded. "That's right. Without new members, the club's funding application process will become very complicated. You must understand that human resources are very important."

"So," Imamura Kohei continued, flipping through the comics, "recruiting students for the new semester means we'll have to rely on cheating, right? Just like when we joined the company."

"What vulgar words! Didn't you join the club voluntarily? How can it be a lie?"

"Voluntarily joining the society? The kind that involves coercion and inducement?"

"Shut up. The club is now in your hands. Even if I don't ask you to shine, you have to at least pass it on, right?"

Shou Longjiro said this, his shoulders suddenly slumping.

He turned around and looked at Tokita Shinji's face, puzzled.

Tokita Shinji coughed and said, "We come from all corners of the world. It is a great fate that we can meet and know each other here."

"Iori, when we first let you join the club, we might have used some extreme methods. I thought you were a promising talent. As the saying goes, the way to defeat fear is to face it. Now, you are not so afraid of water, are you?"

"Senior..." Kitahara Iori was stunned, his eyes flickered, and his voice was a little hoarse.

Tokita Shinji looked at Imamura Kohei and said earnestly, "Kohei, you were recruited by Iori. At first, we were worried that you wouldn't be able to adapt to us. However, I haven't been able to hand over the resignation letter I prepared for you. Sigh..."

Imamura Kohei's face flushed. "No, senior... I'm very happy to join the company, really..."

"Yeah." Tokita Shinji nodded slightly, his gaze shifted to Kujo Ditaro, and after pondering for a while, he showed a sunny smile.

"Di Taro, I've always believed in you. You're amazing. We're all very confident in leaving the club to you."

"......"

While Kujo Ditaro was moved, he also felt something was wrong.

Soon, he found the crux of the problem.

The purple-haired woman sitting on the sofa was whispering to the long-haired lady next to her.

“It’s starting.”

"Yeah, this brainwashing part."

"When the president was brainwashing us, his expression was even more devoted, and so was his tone. I almost cried at that time."

"Alas, there's nothing we can do about it. It's not easy to recruit people to a club. If someone quits during this period, it will only become a vicious cycle, affecting the mood of the rest of the members. So, we still need some chicken soup."