Humanoid Platinum Star's Inner Love Option

Such a situation, in the eyes of Kitahara Iori in the back row, was particularly dazzling.

Kujo Tetaro turned his head to the side, and showed a meaningful smile at the black-haired man.

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Kitahara Iori curled her lips, and said in a strange way: "Everyone is a novice, and it doesn't matter if you practice well at first. You must know that the people who fail the most exams are those who practiced well. is the key."

"Tsk tsk, why does this bread have lemon curd, it's so sour."

"Sour? Why am I so sour? What's so sour, huh."

"I didn't say you were sour, why are you so excited?"

Kitahara Iori couldn't understand it, and simply stopped talking.

He put down his phone and stared straight at Kohei Imamura, his eyes flicked here and there, obviously looking for faults.

Kohei Imamura is indeed a genius among ordinary people.

Even though he has never touched a car before, relying on his understanding of the game, he has initially mastered the real car.

However, novices are novices after all.

Even if you have good comprehension, you will be at a loss in some situations.

Imamura Kohei looked at the oncoming car, and immediately turned the steering wheel sideways.

"You don't dare to know the car and stop where you are. If you turn the steering wheel like this, are you trying to kill someone? Or are you trying to kill me?"

Kujo Ditaro turned the steering wheel back first, and was about to drive the car on the curb, but turned the car in time and got back on track.

Imamura Kohei was afraid of being beaten, so he hurriedly explained.

"I saw that the opposite side was very close, so I wanted to stay away."

"The car is still five meters away from you. Forget it. I feel like I'm stupid if I argue with you. Stop at the intersection ahead and let Iori drive."

Kujo Tetaro was exhausted physically and mentally. At this moment, he realized the difficulty of being a coach.

After Imamura Kohei stopped the car, Kitahara Iori switched to the driver's seat.

Kitahara Iori is not like Imamura Kohei, who is driving for the first time, and the operation is still a little bit.

The car was driving slowly, for some reason, Kitahara Iori suddenly asked a strange question.

"Di Taro, I was caught driving without a license, what will happen?"

"What else can I do, even people and cars are towed away."

"Oh...."

Kitahara Iori suddenly smiled, sweat dripping down.

"Well, the man in uniform in front is a traffic policeman, right?"

"where?"

Kujo Titaro straightened up, looking at the traffic police who were copying signs by the side of the road, his face changed somewhat.

Kitahara Iori panicked and said inarticulately, "Brother Di...what should I do?"

"It's fine to drive over. It's none of your business if they copy the cards."

Kujo Ditaro leaned against the chair with a casual expression on his face.

Kitahara Iori smiled wryly: "Drove? I dare not."

Kujo Ditaro squinted at the black-haired man: "Don't dare? Then you want to enter the game? It's none of your business if he copies cards, just drive over."

Kitahara Iori gritted her teeth and stepped on the accelerator resolutely.

When the car passed by the traffic policeman, Kitahara Iori's chin was covered with sweat.

That's right, it's the kind of continuous sweat.

Kujo Tetaro glanced inadvertently, and suddenly sucked in a breath of cold air.

"What the hell... I can't drive this car."

"What's the matter, what's the matter? Fuck."

After Kohei Imamura confirmed that the traffic police did not care about them, he probed to the front row for some unknown reason.

Looking at Kitahara Iori's line of sweat, his eyes widened.

Kitahara Iori knew how embarrassing her situation was, so she stretched out her wet hand.

Kujo Ditaro grimaced, leaning against the car door suddenly.

"How dare you reach out to me, if you don't beat you until you become incontinent today, even if you eat less in the morning."

"What and what, give me a tissue, I want a tissue."

After Totaro Kujo threw out a pack of tissues, he took advantage of the situation and shifted the parking gear.

The car stopped suddenly, and the car behind honked its horn a few times in dissatisfaction, and then drove around.

The first thing Kujo Didaro did when he got out of the car was to make an appointment online for a driver.

There was no way, Kitahara Iori couldn't handle the steering wheel that was touched by his sweaty hands.

About ten minutes later, a man with a thermal hat on his head and a mask appeared in Kujo Tetaro's eyes.

The man was obviously tall, but he couldn't walk fast, as if he was not very agile.

Kujo Ditaro couldn't care less about picking and choosing, and when the man approached, he said his request.

"Here's the key, drive me to the car wash."

"......"

The man was startled for a moment, and after a while, he nodded slightly.

Kujo Tetaro handed over the key, and then sat in the co-pilot's seat.

The sweaty Kitahara Iori should have been pushed into the trunk, but this person had no self-knowledge and stayed in the back seat.

Kujo Tetaro intends to wash the car carefully, so he doesn't care about the hygiene of the rear seats.

However, he doesn't care, but some people can't bear it.

Imamura Kohei leaned against the car door, the disgust and resistance in his heart were beyond words.

"Bei Yuan, are you still a person? Why do you have the face to sit here?"

"Di Taro didn't say anything, refused? Then go to the trunk."

Kitahara Iori was cruel, picked up the wiped tissue and threw it to Imamura Kohei's side.

Imamura Kohei refused to listen to his curse, but the effect was minimal.

With a creak, the man in charge opened the driver's door, and then climbed into the car not too quickly.

Kujo Ditaro was quite puzzled by the man's inconvenient legs and feet.

But when he thought of the popularity of the surrogate driving software, he stopped thinking about it.

After the car drove away for a while, a middle-aged man in plain clothes stood on the curb, looking around in confusion.

"Hey, didn't the customer who asked me to drive on behalf of me say this street? Why didn't you see the car? It's a waste of money to make calls. Let's find a place with wireless network and ask where the customer is."

When the middle-aged man was looking for a store with wireless network supply, on the road leading to Linshi, a white SUV was galloping at high speed like a wild horse.

Kujo Tetaro looked at the passing scenery outside the window, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"I asked you to wash the car, what are you doing here?"

"Yeah, isn't the speed limit on this highway [-], you've already driven it to [-], you will be deducted points if you catch it."

"Points deducted? You also need to have a driver's license!"

Suddenly, the car fell silent.

Chapter 380 Three: Don't be afraid, Jiu Zhuang is cowardly!

Kitahara Iori came to his senses and laughed: "Master is really good at joking, if you don't have a driver's license, how can you drive as your substitute?"

Imamura Kohei nodded in agreement: "Yes, the application for this kind of platform is very strict. Drivers whose driver's license has not been full for a few years can't pass the inspection. Master, let's stop making trouble and slow down the speed."

"Substitute driver? Hiccup~" The man hiccupped, stepped on the accelerator, and the car that was running to 120 yards gradually increased to 140 yards.

Kujo Tetaro wants to stop this dangerous trip, but he dares not do it.

After all, at the current speed, once there is a deviation in the operation, it is inevitable to overturn the car.

At that time, the people in this car will probably be cold.

After belching several times in succession, the man slowly revealed a situation that was enough to make everyone's hearts tremble.

"Whoever said that I was the driver, I just passed by your side, but hiccup...you let me drive, and then I came up."

"Huh? This..."

"Brother Di, what's the matter?"

Kujo Ditaro was also confused, so he took out his mobile phone and called the driver's number.

In the mobile phone, there was a blind tone for dialing the phone.

However, what is frightening is that there is no response from the mobile phone of the man driving the car.

After a while, the phone was connected.

"Hi, guest, where are you? Where's your car?"

As soon as the sound came out, the atmosphere in the car instantly became tense.

"Oh...that's none of your business."

After Kujo Tetaro hung up the phone, his expression was extremely heavy.

He looked at the man's legs stepping on the gas pedal all the time, with extremely complicated eyes.

Kitahara Iori had already realized the seriousness of the situation, and her voice trembled a little.