Humanoid Platinum Star's Inner Love Option

Yoshiko Huabata scratched her head and said with a smile: "These bananas can be picked from a hundred bananas. I will count the banana peels, one, three..."

"Sister Jiazi, I believe you can do it. Go and buy some bananas. They look just like the ones you ate. Go!"

After Iori Kitahara walked away Yoshiko Hanabata, she began to restore the scene.

I don't know how long it has passed, Kitahara Iori received several text messages one after another.

【Hanabata Yoshiko: I saw Di Taro on the road. 】

[Kujo Ditaro: Where is he?How long will it take to come here? 】

[Imamura Kohei: Di ​​Taro and I will order some food first, come here quickly. 】

"......"

Kitahara Iori's Adam's apple rolled, and his brain was buzzing.

Without hesitation, he picked up the bag on the ground and ran outside.

However, reality is always cruel.

Kitahara Iori ran into three acquaintances as soon as she went out.

Kujo Tetaro glanced down, then smiled and clapped his hands.

"Iori, it's not bad, you can sneak into my house to get things."

"no..."

"Bei Yuan, I didn't expect you to be such a person!"

"Fuck, I'm not helping you..."

Imamura Kohei waved his hand, and said righteously: "Even though these things are very important to me, I disdain such careless behavior!"

"Huh? Could it be..." Kitahara Iori thought for a while, and his face was instantly ferocious, "You are a wolf-hearted beast!"

Chapter 360 Four: Little girl, your road is narrow!

Kitahara Iori's infiltration operation was a complete failure.

Not only that, but the most distressing thing is that Imamura Kohei actually gave him a backstab.

You know, all his desperation is to get back Kohei Imamura's things.

But now, kindness has become the liver and lungs of a donkey.

Kitahara Iori became exasperated, and her behavior gradually changed.

"What the hell! I'll help you with your stuff, but if you don't help, it's fine, but give it to me... damn it!"

Kitahara Iori felt a lightness in his hand, and instinctively tilted his head to look.

What came into view were game disks all over the floor and a slightly broken helmet.

Kitahara Iori didn't expect that the quality of the bags he prepared was so bad.

Picking up the bag tremblingly, Kitahara Iori showed a far-fetched smile to the blond man in front of him.

"The quality of this bag is really... unexpectedly unreliable, Geng Ping, life is full of surprises, this helmet... Fuck, don't be impulsive! Don't be impulsive! I don't want to be like this...ah !"

.......

Although Kohei Imamura’s VR helmet is insured, it does not cover man-made damage.

Therefore, it is basically impossible to repair this VR headset for free.

Fortunately, VR helmets are not expensive. If you buy a new one, it will cost less than [-].

Indeed, for Kujo Tetaro, one hundred thousand is nothing.

But in the eyes of Kitahara Iori, [-] is a huge sum of money.

After all, his living expenses had already been cut off for an unknown number of months.

Kitahara Iori, who couldn't afford the money, began to do psychological work for Kohei Imamura.

"Gengping, there is no obstacle in life that you can't get past, just a VR helmet, let it go with the wind."

"I know, you're having a hard time right now, but I'm sure I can't afford the money."

"Oh, it's really not good, I'll pay with flesh?"

Imamura Kohei, who had been in autism for a long time, pushed away the black-haired man beside him.

Kitahara Iori sat up behind her back with a smirk, and turned to look at Kujo Tetarou.

"Brother Di, why don't you lend me some money?"

"Are you sure Kohei is just annoyed because he doesn't have the money to fix his helmet?"

"Isn't it?"

Kujo Ditaro smiled disdainfully: "Kohei is not you, he is richer than you."

"Sigh." Imamura Kohei held his head in both hands and sighed, "Even if the helmet is repaired, I won't be able to keep up with the activities in the game."

"Game activities? I thought it was a big thing..."

Before Kitahara Iori could finish speaking, his collar was grabbed.

Kohei Imamura bared his teeth, his face crumpled and ferocious.

"You broke my helmet! You are responsible for me!"

"Although I broke it, I didn't want to, and my original intention of doing this was to help you, Geng Ping."

Kitahara Iori sighed softly, with a low tone and a sad expression.

Kohei Imamura was taken aback for a moment, his eyes were complicated.

Kitahara Iori turned his face sideways, smiled wryly and said, "Well, it's my problem, I understand, I will find a way to compensate you for this helmet."

Kohei Imamura pursed his lips: "No...I didn't ask you to pay..."

"But I broke the helmet..." Kitahara Iori lowered her eyes, her face full of shame.

Kohei Imamura shook his head: "You also want to help me, so I don't want you to pay, Iori."

"Really?"

Kitahara Iori looked squarely at the blond man in front of him, and after a while, the corners of his mouth rose wildly.

"That couldn't be better!"

"You're playing tricks on me! Lose me money!"

"I don't care about you, anyway, you have already said that you don't need to pay, even if you beat me to death, don't even try to take a penny from me!"

"What are you doing!"

Just when Kitahara Iori was complacent, a basin of cold water was poured from the side.

"I don't care about Kohei's helmet, but what do you say about my windows? Iori."

"Eh?!"

Kitahara Iori's expression froze, his face continued to have sharp lines.

Imamura Kohei grinned: "Have you laughed enough? Now it's my turn to smile!"

Kitahara Iori didn't care about other things, and hurriedly put on a flattering smile at Kujo Tetarou.

"Brother Di, you really know how to joke with me. You are a great painter. About a window, you say... right?"

"Hey, that's not right."

Kujo Ditaro waved his hand, and said seriously: "Brothers also have to settle accounts clearly, there is no rule, Iori, I treat you as my dear friend, brother and sister, you understand what I mean?"

"No, Brother Di." Kitahara Iori smiled coyly: "Since they are all dear relatives and friends, brothers and sisters, then..."

"Then what? You don't want to lose money? Then I'll call the police."

"Are you too cruel?"

"I see that when you lied about Gengping, you were not ambiguous."

Kujo Tetaro's words blocked all of Kitahara Iori's escape routes.

Imamura Kohei knows the truth of beating a dog in the water, so he unceremoniously adds insult to injury.

"Hey, this retribution came so fast, tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk."

"It's really unlucky to catch up with you, shit."

Kitahara Iori leaned against the sofa, looking a little depressed.

Imamura Kohei sneered, got up and tidied up the game board on the table.

Kujo Didaro had nothing to do, picked up the VR helmet, and took two random shots.

"The quality of this thing is really average. It will break if you smash it. This thing probably won't hold its value."

Kohei Imamura had no objection, and echoed: "The value cannot be guaranteed in the first place. This is a beta version, and there is still room for improvement in all aspects."

Kujo Ditaro handed out the VR helmet and said casually, "Why don't you take it back and repair it?"

"decide as things go."

Kohei Imamura took the VR helmet and put it in the box casually.

Kujo Toshitaro turned his head to look at Kitahara Iori, and reminded: "Don't forget about the window, Iori."

"I know, I know, I will pay you back when I have money."

"If you don't want to give it, just say it."

Kitahara Iori thought for a while, then was taken aback: "What the hell do you mean?!"

"Literally." Kujo Ditaro spread his hands and said sympathetically, "It's not that I don't have confidence in you, but when you have money, alas... difficult."

The corner of Kitahara Iori's mouth raised: "In that case, why not..."

"No." Kujo Ditaro stood up, looked at the black-haired man with a half-smile, and said, "Even if you have no money all your life, this account is still there. There's more to talk about."