Humanoid Platinum Star's Inner Love Option

Kujo Ditaro strangled Kitahara Iori's neck, and said pitifully: "To be honest, I was quite worried about you before, did something happen to me, so I chased after you, you may not know, I His hearing is not bad, and he is very good at the naughty little jokes, which makes his whole body itch from hearing them.

Chapter 23: The public, you show me these?

"Oh? Is there no need to discuss it?"

"I see, I'm going to break a leg, right? It should be very painful."

"What? Just leave me with one leg?...Dad, give it a chance!"

Kitahara Iori put down her dignity and handed over all her belongings in exchange for a chance to live.

Kohei Imamura was just an accomplice, and Toshitaro Kujo not only did not make things difficult, but even gave him a shoulder squeeze.

In this way, after treating the two of them, he returned to the steak shop.

"Why haven't you come back? Isn't it 10 minutes? It's almost an hour."

Eri Sawamura, who was sitting on the toilet, looked at the phone from time to time.

As time passed by, her face became paler and her heart became extremely heavy.

Just as she was thinking about whether to abandon face and ask her mother to drop in by air, a strange coughing sound came from outside the door.

"There is no one else in the toilet, you take advantage of it now."

"I threw it to you from above, see?"

Eri Sawamura raised her head slightly, and saw a black bag hanging on the door panel.

She was overjoyed, and said excitedly: "I see, let go, I can catch it."

"OK, I'll wait for you in the shop." Kujo Didaro left without looking back.

"This guy...is pretty smart, he's so thoughtful."

Eri Sawamura opened the bag and looked at the fat and sanitary napkins inside, her eyes lit up.

After nodding in satisfaction, she reached out and took off the fat on the heel of her legs.

Looking at the little red marks on it, the complaints that only girls can understand can't help but sound.

"Really, why don't boys come to my aunt? It's so unfair."

When she put on a new pair of sanitary napkins, she was about to get up and open the door.

But the moment she stood up, she felt her feet go limp, and she bumped her head against the door.

"Yah...it hurts..."

......

Seeing Eri Sawamura, who has been rubbing his forehead with his hands since sitting in the opposite seat, Totaro Kujo was a little surprised.

"What's wrong with you? Did you hit it?"

"Well... You said before that you want to ask me for help, what is it?"

Eri Sawamura didn't want to bring up the embarrassing incident just now, and said straight to the point: "I declare in advance that you helped me this time, but if you want to make such excessive demands, I will not agree."

"You can rest assured about this. After all, men love sex, and there is a way to get it." Kujo Totaro waved his hand and said with a smile: "Sawamura-san, when did you start painting?"

"Huh? Why are you asking this?" Sawamura Eriri was taken aback, and asked back: "Does this have anything to do with the matter you asked me to help?"

"There is a connection, but it's not a big problem." Kujo Tetaro raised his hand and called the clerk, "Give me a drink, if she wants, a set steak."

After the clerk left, Eri Sawamura, who had a strange look on her face, expressed her opinion.

"Why don't you ask me first? What if I had lunch? Wouldn't it be a waste?"

"If you don't eat, I will solve it. These are not problems. What I want to talk about now is the business."

"Well, then tell me, what is the business."

Kujo Ditaro took out his mobile phone, opened the album, and handed it out.

"Look at the photos above."

"..."

Sawamura Eriri took the phone, looked down for a few seconds, and her face gradually turned red.

Pressing the phone on the table with his backhand, he said angrily, "What are you doing, showing me this kind of picture in such a public place?"

Kujo Ditaro disapproved, spread his hands and said: "Don't be angry, just look carefully at the looks of these female characters."

"What the hell are you doing?" Sawamura Eriri bit her lower lip, but still picked up the phone and looked at it with a blushing face.

She wanted to make a fuss, but after glancing at the picture, her complexion suddenly changed.

"Are these all the female characters I have drawn?"

"That's right, but these pictures are not from you, but from me."

"What? You drew it?"

Eri Sawamura stared wide-eyed, and said in disbelief: "I believe you can play basketball, but you can draw? Is it true?"

"...Well... okay." Kujo Ditaro took a deep breath, and after suppressing the desire to complain in his heart, he replied: "The purpose of my looking for you is to let you teach me how to draw manga. If you don’t know how to draw, you will know when the time comes.”

"Let me teach you how to draw manga? Are you right?" Sawamura Eriri stood up suddenly, with her hands on the table, her face full of astonishment.

Kujo Tetaro didn't speak, but pointed around.

Eri Sawamura, who understood, sat back in her seat with a slightly red face, and said in a low voice, "Impossible, I won't teach you how to draw."

"Sawamura-san, have you forgotten our previous agreement?" Kujo Totaro crossed his hands and said condescendingly, "You don't think you want to play white wolf with empty gloves, do you?"

"No." Sawamura Eriri was taken aback, and sighed, "I have a bad personality. I can't teach others how to draw, and I don't have any experience in teaching others. Change your request."

"It's okay, I didn't start from scratch, but I lack experience in drawing manga." Kujo Toitaro narrowed his eyes and said earnestly: "Mr. Kashiwagi, you shouldn't reject me, right? Or... "

"You...I got it! Let me teach you how to do it!" Eri Sawamura bared her canine teeth and snorted ferociously.

Kujo Toshitaro smiled in satisfaction, and comforted him: "Sawamura-san, don't be so reluctant. Take a look at my paintings, aren't they that bad?"

Hearing this, Eri Sawamura couldn't help but glance at the phone. From a professional point of view, these paintings... are really good.

Even to a certain extent, even she couldn't draw such a fine painting.

The competitive spirit in my heart began to ignite fiercely.

"Did you draw these? How many years have you been learning to draw?"

"It's been two years, but it's all self-taught at home, how is it? Not bad, right?"

"It's just so-so."

Eri Sawamura put down her phone, looked away casually, and said, "Isn't it all self-taught at home, why did you suddenly think of someone to learn painting, and why did you ask me to teach it? Can't other people do it?"

Kujo Ditaro raised the corner of his mouth, and said with a suppressed smile, "Because... I'm your fan."

"(⊙o⊙)..." Eri Sawamura crossed her arms and snorted, "Fan? How could any fan threaten an idol? And several times? I'm afraid it's not a black fan?"

"Who knows, but black fans are also fans." Kujo Ditaro sat up straight and suggested: "Let's exchange contact emails first, otherwise it will be difficult to find you in the future."

"Hey..." Sawamura Eriri fumbled in her bag while handing back her phone...

Chapter 24: Change the aesthetics of Chinese people?

After the two exchanged emails, the food ordered earlier was delivered by the clerk.

Eri Sawamura was a little hesitant, but still took the steak with a greedy look in her eyes.

It's not that I haven't eaten steak, it's just that I haven't eaten at noon, and after sitting on the toilet for so long, my stomach has long been empty.

Nowadays, looking at such a delicious food, no one can hold it back.

As we all know, the appearance of beautiful girls eating is very seductive.

Kujo Tetaro held the drink, with a straw in his mouth, secretly comparing something in his heart.

The way Kato Megumi eats is neither pretentious nor artificial, giving people a sense of freshness of Xiaojiabiyu.

Furutegawa Chisa's words may be due to her fear of strangers, and there was a hint of shyness and cuteness in her reserved actions.

As for Sawamura Eriri in front of her, she seemed to be from a wealthy family, and her behavior was extremely elegant and dignified.

"Sawamura-san, is your hair dyed?"

Kujo Tetaro knew that it would be impolite to rashly ask someone about their family background.

Therefore, he fine-tuned the question and wanted to gradually formulate the information he wanted in a step-by-step manner.

Sawamura Eriri cut a piece of steak, and when she was about to put it in her mouth, she stopped.

"Born, I'm half-breed."

"Mixed blood, it is said that science shows that the farther the blood is separated, the better the genes will be, and the genes will be better, which is reflected in intelligence, appearance, height..."

Kujo Tetaro was interrupted by a soft hum when he was halfway through speaking.

"It's a lie, the arguments put forward by those experts are useless. My parents are not short, but I am only so short, and my mother...huh!"

As Sawamura Eriri said, she bit down on the steak with an indignant look, which was in stark contrast to her previous noble painting style.

Kujo Tetaro put down his drink, and sighed with emotion: "Aren't you still in normal shape?"

Ok?

Eri Sawamura swallowed the food, and put the knife and fork on both sides of the plate.

Looking up at the promoted boy in front of him, after looking at him for a few seconds, a touch of sympathy welled up spontaneously.

"I'm sorry... that, in fact, a tall body has a lot of merits, such as... playing basketball."

"Don't talk about basketball, I have a headache."

"Uh... what about football..."

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