Humanoid Platinum Star's Inner Love Option

Kujo Ditaro turned his head, looked at the Manchu banquet not far away, and played with his mobile phone disapprovingly.

【Di Taro, are you free this weekend? 】

[I have an appointment with a high school classmate, so I may not have much time. 】

[Okay, what about Wednesday. 】

[Wednesday is fine, I will visit you in the afternoon. 】

After Ditaro Kujo finished sending the message, he saw a middle-aged man with yellow hair sitting beside him.

The middle-aged man reeked of alcohol, talking nonsense drunkenly.

"You guys don't have chicks, I'll show you my big cannon..."

"Uncle, you are still so crazy when you are old. Drink a cup of oolong tea to relieve the bar."

"Eh? You kid... you're pretty good, I just want to drink something else..."

The middle-aged man took the water glass containing the brown liquid, and after giving him a look of approval, he raised his head boldly and poured it.

The brown liquid in the cup decreased visible to the naked eye, and the face of the middle-aged man suddenly became ferocious and distorted.

"What the hell! Oolong tea?!"

Chapter 170 Four: Surprise your lover with a marriage proposal?

"Uncle, is this your first time here?"

Kujo Ditaro is a bit strange, after all, this person's performance can be regarded as a veteran of the diving club.

Since it belongs to the old fritters, this kind of routine of deceiving newcomers should be very difficult to work.

Indeed, this is not the first time a middle-aged man has come.

But he usually comes here as a friend of the shop owner, and the occasional drinking party is also done on his own initiative, and there is no routine process of entering the game.

Therefore, he has never seen the special oolong tea made by the diving agency.

"Are you provoking me, kid? Huh?"

The middle-aged man threw away his wine glass, stood up and pinched the collar of the muscular man beside him, grinning and speaking cruel words.

"Come on! Do you also want to see my big cannon? Then come!"

"Uncle, don't do this, or...you won't be able to get out of this door."

In the middle of Kujo Tetaro's words, his smiling face suddenly grimaced.

The middle-aged man didn't take it seriously, his expression seemed to be affected and became more and more distorted.

"You boy... come on, let me see your little toothpick!"

"Uncle, I'm a cannon, but looking at your little earthworm, I think it won't work."

"Are you kidding! A little chick who has never been on a battlefield!"

"Uncle! You definitely won't be able to get out today!"

The middle-aged man was extremely bloated, and threatened to drink everyone lying on the floor.

However, the reality is cruel.

“…”

The middle-aged man fell to the ground, and the wine can in his hand rolled to the side.

Kujo Ditaro was condescending, with the corners of his mouth crazily raised, "Uncle, you can't do it."

After a while of silence, the middle-aged man managed to prop up his upper body, and said in a deep voice, "Man... how can a man say no, let's continue."

"But the problem is... you have nothing to take off."

Looking at the naked middle-aged man, Kujo Titaro squatted down with a smile.

"I bet with you not on what you have, but on what I have!"

The middle-aged man shook his head and murmured: "How about it...you lose, drink and take off your clothes, I lose, drink and give you 1 yuan."

Kujo Ditaro was taken aback, "Uncle, there's no need to do this, you lose, I'll draw graffiti on you, how about it?"

"Okay!" The middle-aged man was out of his mind and responded very readily.

Kujo Ditaro raised the corner of his mouth, and began to whisper devilishly, "Then uncle, let's start."

"..."

After an unknown amount of time, the middle-aged man whose body was covered in graffiti fell straight to the ground.

Kujo Ditaro took out a paint pen, drew a pattern thickly, and sighed: "Uncle? Uncle, it seems that you are really going to die this time."

The middle-aged man did not respond, obviously drunk to the point of unconsciousness.

Kujo Ditaro closed the paint pen, stood up and looked at the crowd, and asked, "Do you want to play like this? I'll give you the pen."

Kitahara Iori waved his hand and said with a smirk: "Di Taro, boxing guessing is too untechnical, how about we play a little better?"

"Oh?" Kujo Tetaro narrowed his eyes and nodded abruptly, "What do you want to play?"

"Dark pumping music."

"what is this?"

"The gameplay is like drawing blocks, but there is one thing that must be done on these blocks. I have played with my friends, and it is very exciting!"

Kitahara Iori ignored everyone's consent and ran upstairs to get a box.

Since this game does not require drinking, most people are not interested, so in the end only four people participated in this game.

"This game..." Azusa Hamaoka looked at the punishment content of these building blocks, and exclaimed: "This game is quite big, and some punishment content...is really exciting."

"It's interesting in this way." Kitahara Iori looked around and introduced: "Although this game has a lot of punishment content, the person who knocks down the building blocks still has to be punished in a different way."

"Another kind of punishment?" Kujo Tetaro picked up a building block, and the words that caught his eyes made him startled, "A surprise proposal for my lover?"

"Di Taro, do you think the content of this punishment is very interesting?" Kohei Imamura grinned, his face becoming more and more distorted and ferocious.

"Kohei, what are you talking about? Di Taro is not the kind of coward who runs away in fear of punishment." Kitahara Iori said, turned to look at Kujo Di Taro, and asked, "Di Taro, I didn't Are you wrong? Are you sure you are not this kind of rubbish?"

"Of course." Kujo Ditaro put down the building blocks and said with a smile: "Then the alternative punishment you are talking about is that we write down the content of the punishment ourselves, and then whoever loses will draw, right? Sister Azusa, you think so too, right? ?”

"Huh? That's for sure." Hamaoka Azusa understood, reached out and took the box on the table, and explained: "Just use this box to store the punishment content, and write the punishment content every round, but the punishment content is not only drawn. Let’s go, and the rest can be kept until the next round, do you understand what I mean?”

Di Taro got Sister Zi as an assistant?

It doesn't matter, anyway, they haven't discovered the unspoken rules of this game, so they will be caught off guard now!

Kitahara Iori nodded, expressing her understanding.

Imamura Kohei had no objection, got up and walked to get paper and pen.

After the four of them finished writing the punishment content one after another, they set up building blocks together.

In clockwise order, the person who first starts to draw blocks is the only woman present.

Azusa Hamaoka took the small latte-colored building block, glanced at it, and said shyly, "Oni-chan, please be gentle later."

"What... what content?"

"Let me say a word from the perspective of my sister, how about it, is it cute enough, Oni-chan."

"Uh... well, it's my turn."

Kitahara Iori took out a small latte-colored building block, and said loudly, "Let me tell you about my plans for this week. I don't have any plans. Go to work and go to school."

"It's up to me." Kohei Imamura took out a small brown building block and said calmly, "The person I like will always be La Lazi Jiang!"

"Okay, it's my turn."

Toshitaro Kujo, who was careless, came to make a drastic move.

Suddenly, the stable tower of building blocks became precarious.

"What the hell are you..."

Kitahara Iori didn't expect that Kujo Tetaro played so hard, he couldn't help it immediately.

Kujo Tetaro was indifferent, and after looking at the latte-colored building blocks, his face suddenly changed.

There are not too many words on the small building blocks, but only such a sentence.

Please draw a pure black building block!

"..."

The corner of Ditaro Kujo's mouth twitched slightly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Let me smoke a pure black building block."

"Hahahahaha, Di Taro, you are self-defeating, you deserve it! Hahaha...uh!"

Kitahara Iori was overly excited, and when his knee touched the table leg, the already precarious building block tower collapsed with a crash.

"Eh?"

Looking at the scene in front of him, the black-haired man's face became more and more defined.

Chapter 170 Five: What the fuck...I'm dead!

"..."

Kitahara Iori looked at the three of them, and when they saw that they were also looking at him, their expressions became even more ugly.

Kujo Ditaro threw the building block, picked up the box containing the note, shook it, and said with a smile: "Come on, Iori, this game is really fast after one round."

"What the hell..." Kitahara Iori had no choice but to stretch out her hand reluctantly.

"Wait a minute." Azusa Hamaoka stopped and analyzed: "Although everyone put it in together, it is inevitable that Iori can feel his own note by hand, so for the sake of fairness, everyone's punishment note , should be touched by the upper family.”

"No way!" Kitahara Iori refused without even thinking about it, "In this way, if the master has evil intentions, he will only touch his own note, so it's best to touch himself."

Hearing this, Azusa Hamaoka rubbed the corners of her eyes and said sadly, "Iori, do you think I am that kind of person?"