Humanoid Platinum Star's Inner Love Option

Regardless of the snarls and roars of his former best friend, Imamura Kohei bowed slightly, and respectfully handed out the long stick in his hand.

"Brother, please!"

"I'll hold you down, you come."

Under the bright sunshine, Kujo Tetaro raised his face, but his smile looked particularly sinister.

Kohei Imamura was taken aback, with a perplexed expression on his face, "I don't understand, big brother."

"You do not understand?"

Kujo Tetaro lowered his head and asked with a grin on his face, "Do you understand?"

Kitahara Iori was in a hurry, and shouted hoarsely: "I understand, I understand! Brother, I understand, let me come! Let's beat him together!"

"What..." Imamura Kohei was halfway through speaking, when he suddenly felt a terrible pull from his feet, and then fell to the ground.

Just about to struggle, but the heavy pressure on his back made him a little powerless.

Looking sideways at the stick he had found so hard, it was slowly rolling to the black-haired man's feet, his eyes were bloodshot.

"Iori, you..."

"Eh..."

Kitahara Iori sighed softly, bent over to pick up the long stick, and the corners of her mouth rose even more.

"Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, Lord Gengping."

"You...stop it, we are best friends, how can you help the evildoer!"

"Aiding the tyrant? What are you talking about? I'm abandoning the dark for the bright... What a short-lived friendship, Imamura."

"you..."

Looking at the black-haired man walking in front of him, Kohei Imamura's lips trembled slightly, and tears flickered in the corners of his eyes.

"Iori, I was wrong before, but think about the days when we talked about wine, the feeling of our laughter... What are you doing? Why did you touch the wine with a stick...!?"

"Huh? I'll add some ingredients for you, so that it can be lubricated by the way."

Kitahara Iori picked up the long stick dripping with wine, and a palpitating smile appeared on his ordinary face.

Imamura Kohei shrank his pupils, racked his brains for a second, and shouted desperately: "I have ten thousand yuan in my pocket, please give me the chance to make trouble, brother!"

"What did you say? How could I give up money for credit?"

"That's right, big brother is so high-spirited...Eh? Big brother, you just..."

In the middle of Kitahara Iori's words, he saw the black-haired man who was pressing down on him, and slowly stood up.

While folding the banknotes, Kujo Tetaro suggested sincerely, "He offered [-] yuan, do you have any ideas?"

"Brother, he just said that he only has two hundred yuan in his wallet, and he is an out-and-out poor man."

"Brother, just [-] yuan..."

"Sorry, I'm just vulgar, I just like money."

Seeing the two who had reached a consensus, Kitahara Iori backed away again and again.

In order to increase his deterrence, he used a lighter to ignite the alcohol on the tip of the stick.

The blond man, who had long forgotten their friendship, cruelly took out a bottle of small spirits.

"Give up. When your fire meets my wine, you must kill yourself."

"Are you still a human?"

"Master, since I can't be your apprentice, then I will set up my own family!"

"..."

Looking at the two people who have killed red eyes without too much interference from him, Kujo Tetaro couldn't help thinking, what is their understanding of friends?

Kitahara Iori retreated further and further, until he felt a hard object on his back, and he was forced to stop.

Looking at the thick wall behind him, despair flashed in his eyes.

"Iori, give up, you have nowhere to go, lie down with peace of mind!"

Kohei Imamura blinked his eyes while twisting the wine cap.

Kitahara Iori was taken aback for a moment, and smiled bitterly knowingly, "Oh, well, since there is no way out, let's go in..."

With a snap, the man raised the wrist of the wine bottle and was firmly grasped.

Imamura Kohei looked sideways, the corners of his eyes were bloodshot, but he was still pretending to be confused.

"What's the matter, brother, are you going to let this bastard go?"

"No, compared to that wretch, isn't there a more vile one beside me?"

"Brother... ah!"

Kujo Tetaro took the wine bottle, and gradually strengthened his hand.

Kohei Imamura knelt down on the ground, and when he looked sideways, he saw a figure in embarrassment fleeing over the wall.

Although he was already dizzy with anger, he did not forget to grit his teeth to remind.

"Brother, he wants to escape over the wall..."

"Hahaha, brother Gengping, I will definitely bring someone to rescue you!"

Kitahara Iori laughed, and then turned over and jumped off the fence.

Kohei Imamura shook his head sadly, tears of regret filled his eyes.

Kujo Ditaro wanted to pursue, but the conversation from behind the wall stopped him.

"What are you doing! What do you mean by climbing over the wall?"

"That's not it, someone is chasing me, he wants to fuck my ass..."

"What a mess, it's fine to climb over the wall, but you still want to insult my IQ, come with me...don't run away!"

"..."

Kujo Toshitaro walked back to Imamura Kohei, and after a long silence, he strode away.

"For the sake of giving me [-] yuan, I will let you go this time."

"Ah? Thank you, big brother! Big brother is wise!"

Kohei Imamura was slightly relieved, but he was thinking in his heart, if Iori knew that my money came from him, would he fight me desperately?

...

Even though he was still wanted by the diving club, Kujo Didaro not only walked in the school calmly, but even went to watch the beauty pageant on a whim.

"Hi everyone, next I invite the first contestant."

"I'm from the music club... sei no toku..."

"Hello, I'm from the dance club... Muzke..."

"I'm from the basketball club..."

Seeing the three girls appearing one after another, Kujo Titaro was taken aback, wondering why they all look so ordinary, isn't it a beauty pageant?

Chapter 77: In order to win the beauty pageant, sacrifice POCHI again!

Kujo Ditaro squatted on the ground, playing with his phone bored.

I don't know how long it has passed, but he felt that the sky was getting dark, and he raised his head subconsciously.

What came into view was a circle of strong men and two familiar faces.

"Brother, long time no see."

"Brother, why are you interested in watching the beauty pageant here?"

"..."

Kujo Ditaro put away his mobile phone, got up and said, "What? Do you want to fight?"

Everyone shook their heads in unison, but the curvature of the corners of their mouths kept rising.

Kitahara Iori narrowed her crescent eyes, and her voice became sharper and louder, "Brother, you took too much care of me just now, no matter what, we have to..."

Imamura Kohei smiled gently, and added: "We are all civilized people, fighting is not our style, and the best way for us to resolve conflicts here is to play games."

"Oh? What are you playing?"

"Wild Wine Fist!"

"Field ball punch?"

Kujo Tetaro thought for a while, hesitated in his heart, but nodded.

He knows the rules of field boxing, it is rock paper scissors, the loser drinks and takes off his clothes.

Although he is not sure of winning, but with his reflexes, he has the possibility of cheating.

Seeing that Kujo Ditaro agreed, everyone was not in a hurry, and suggested to watch the beauty pageant here first.

As the saying goes, if you don't fight, you don't know each other. The two people who were tortured to death before, don't remember the previous holidays at this moment.

"Brother, what's your name?"

"Sawamura."

"Sawamura, are you interested in joining our club? There are beauties."

Kujo Tetaro was stunned, but he was still polite on the surface.

The more Iori Kitahara spoke, the more enthusiastic she became, her eyes were full of sincerity.

Imamura Kou usually agrees with him from time to time, with a strong smile on his face.

"Furutegawa is here."

"Sawamura, this belongs to our club, isn't it pretty enough?"