Humanoid Platinum Star's Inner Love Option

Kitahara Iori is okay, after all, he is good at sports, and his ligaments have been stretched.

However, Kohei Imamura, who has been watching anime at home all year round, can't hold it anymore.

"Di Taro! Hurry up! Hurry up!"

"Hey, isn't this a building block that hasn't been picked yet? Wait, wait, wait..."

Kujo Tetaro was not in a hurry, but the corners of his mouth were crazily raised.

Kohei Imamura was so angry that his eyes were tearing apart, and veins emerged all over his face.

Azusa Hamaoka couldn't bear it, and made a duck sitting with a smile on his face.

"It's not too difficult."

Azusa Hamaoka's enchanting sitting posture, coupled with her magnificent chest, is almost full of allure.

Kujo Ditaro suddenly felt that the building block tower in front of him had become so big and round...

Imamura Kohei couldn't hold on anymore, he fell to the ground, shaking the precarious building block tower.

"Eh? Gengping, as a man, why are you so fast?"

"What the hell...you can try duck sitting if you have the ability, I'm afraid you're not the Flash!"

"Yeah, that's none of my business, hurry up and draw the lottery."

Imamura Kohei's upper family is Kitahara Iori.

The two worked hand in hand, but there were too many punishment notes in the box, so they couldn't cheat.

In the end, Kohei Imamura's punishment was to do something for the female players present.

As the beneficiary, Azusa Hamaoka almost burst into laughter.

"..."

Kitahara Iori knew exactly what Azusa Hamaoka's purpose was.

But now, he and Kohei Imamura each owed one thing, in other words, they have fallen into a philosophical crisis.

Thinking of those unspeakable punishments, Kitahara Iori felt his chrysanthemum tighten, and his heart was extremely heavy.

"You guys stop for a moment, a batch of equipment has come to the store, can I trouble you to move it?"

"Eh? Where are the seniors?"

"They drank too much, and I was afraid they would break the equipment."

Having said that, except for Azusa Hamaoka, the three of them went to help.

Due to too much equipment, after the three of them came back from busy work, it was time to finish their meal.

Ignoring the wine pool and meat forest on the ground, the three went straight to the table to eat.

After eating and drinking, Kujo Ditaro saw the phone screen light up, and subconsciously picked it up to check it.

[Di Taro, I suddenly remembered, I have something to do on Wednesday, should I change it to Tuesday? 】

【Okay, then I'll see you tomorrow afternoon. When will you finish class? 】

【It’s okay after three o’clock, or I’ll find you. 】

【You are not on the way to my place, so let me go and find you. 】

After Kujo Ditaro sent the message, he began to think in his heart, should he confess and be lenient?

To be honest, the behavior of the two concealing things will definitely be revealed one day.

When the time comes, with deceit and betrayal, it would be strange if Kiyoko Kamio didn't blow up, and she might even do some radical things.

Toshitaro Kujo knew that he was sorry for Kiyoko Kamio, so he didn't want to procrastinate and wanted to show his cards earlier.

Although this decision will make the two of them strangers, if Kamio Kiyoko finds out on his own, things will get even worse.

Maybe... A knife can solve a thousand worries.

Kujo Ditaro didn't think about defending himself, he just wanted to put his attitude on and apologize, and strive for the two to resolve their emotional problems peacefully.

"Buzz!"

The crisp and loud ringtone came from the side.

Everyone at the dinner table took a look at it, and Kujo Totaro, who was closer, went to pick up his mobile phone, and woke up the middle-aged man covered in graffiti.

"Uncle, your phone is ringing."

"Uh... yeah, my head hurts."

"Uncle, drink a glass of water."

The middle-aged man held the water glass and put it down after taking a closer look.

Kujo Tetaro felt heartbroken, after all, this glass of water is real!

Chapter 170 Eight: Di Taro: I'm Terrified!

"Uncle, can you do it?"

"My head hurts too much, the phone...give it to me."

The middle-aged man put down his water glass and reached for his phone.

Possibly intoxicated by alcohol, he pressed the wrong button and the phone hung up.

"Uncle, how about I call you back and tell him that you are drunk now? It's not convenient to answer the phone?"

"I drank too much... sorry to trouble you."

The middle-aged man rubbed his eyes, hesitated for a while, and then handed out the phone.

Toshitaro Kujo took out the phone book and was about to call back when the words that caught his eyes startled him.

"Uncle... what's your last name?"

"I... Sumino..."

"Suno..."

While Kujo Tetaro was shocked, he didn't forget to call back.

After a beep, a familiar male voice came from the phone.

"boss."

Kujo Ditaro could tell that this voice was the man in black and sunglasses who was slapped unconscious by his slap last night.

In order to cause unnecessary trouble, he lowered his voice.

"The owner of this phone is drunk now, so it's inconvenient to answer the phone. What's the matter, do you need me to tell him?"

"The boss is drunk? Please help him sober up quickly, and where are you? I'll go pick him up right away."

"You don't know where your boss is? We're in a dive shop called Grand Blue."

Kujo Ditaro hung up the phone, looked at the drowsy middle-aged man, picked up a glass of water and poured it.

The middle-aged man became alert for a while, and his spirit improved a lot.

"Uncle, are you better?"

"Hiss...it's better."

"Your employee has something to do with you. He seems to be in a hurry. You should go to the bathroom and take a shower."

Kujo Ditaro pulled up the middle-aged man and walked quickly to the door of the bathroom.

After being poured with a glass of cold water, the middle-aged man became much more awake. After saying a few words, he went to the bathroom to rinse off.

As the saying goes, people rely on clothes.

After changing his clothes, the middle-aged man's temperament immediately improved.

"Uncle, your employee just called and said he will be here soon."

Kujo Ditaro handed back the phone and reminded: "There is still graffiti on your face, which hasn't been washed off yet."

"I've washed it many times." The middle-aged man's eyes were filled with resentment.

Kujo Ditaro didn't change his face, and changed his words: "Okay, uncle, the business is important, your subordinates are already waiting for you outside."

"I'll find you for a drink next time, you bastard..."

The middle-aged man was halfway through talking, seeing the phone vibrating suddenly, he subconsciously connected the phone.

"Ah Liang, what's the matter?"

"Boss, you're awake. It's like this. The team leader of the Quanjin Group talked to his wife about business, and said that he wanted to use their idol to endorse our milk tea."

"Did they ask us to be the endorsement, or did they ask our milk tea brand to advertise for their idol?"

"Boss, Madam knows about your habit of not wanting to do business with gangsters, but Team Leader Quanjin is well prepared, and I'm afraid he won't give up easily, and he's still in our company now."

"That's why I don't like to do business with people like them. It's troublesome to talk about it well. Ah Liang, how is your face?"

"The boss means, boxing is willing to fight, I have no problem, boss."

"I'm afraid they have this intention, just take precautions..."

To be honest, Kujo Tetaro doesn't like gossip, but his hearing is too good.

The content of the middle-aged man's phone call came to his ears almost without saying a word.

Hearing the information about "Fist Wish Club" again, his mood is complicated.

He had long guessed that Fist Wish would be an underground black boxing organization, but now it sounds like this organization has the function of deciding the interests of businessmen.

Kujo Ditaro wanted to continue to inquire, but the middle-aged man had already walked to the door and hung up the phone.

"We'll meet again next time."

The middle-aged man waved to everyone, then turned and left.

It's a pity for Kujo Ditaro, but he has no intention of following up.