Crush on classmate Knotweed

Knotabagi Yuhito always thought that he was not popular with girls.

But he is actually very popular, and the students in the class, both male and female, like to get along with him, because he is talkative when he should be talkative, and he is listening when he should be listening.

It seems to be a natural instinct of him to observe words and emotions.

But for some reason, he never received chocolates from his own life on Valentine's Day. All he received were popular chocolates from girls who sympathized with him, or girls who didn't want boys to return gifts on White Day.

There are no more love letters.

Knotabagi Yuhito has thought about this question, but he doesn't have time to think about it, after all, his grandfather was in poor health some time ago, and he still has to find time to pretend to be an adult to work in a casino——

And the first girl who confessed directly to him was sitting next to him.

She was very nervous, holding the fork tightly in her hand, breathing out from her lips painted with pink lip gloss, over her reddish cheeks, long eyelashes, and finally blowing a few strands of maroon bangs to the side.

Knotatsu Yuhito's brain froze.

How does he feel about Yuko Ozawa?He treats her as well as Nagasaki Wild Rose and Maki-san Bibi, there seems to be no difference, but he does take care of Ozawa more, but, Ozawa does need others to take care of him-

Wait a minute, is this normal behavior for friends?

Can someone tell him if this is normal!

The puffer fish just brought up by the waiter, the skin was slightly scorched by the fire/gun, and the whole room smelled of burning charcoal, which made Yuzu Yujin's cheeks burn red.

The time to think seems to be too long.

He took a deep breath, and fled his eyes elsewhere as if avoiding: "A-Actually..."

"Actually," the girl behind her suddenly laughed. She pushed the knotweed stick with her hand, and quickly covered her mouth and smiled again. "I'm just joking, this is a clip of the tricky variety show "Human Nature Observation" that Mr. Huzhang recommended to me, have you forgotten?"

The blush on Yuzuhiro's bronzed cheeks faded a little.

He became angry from embarrassment: "Xiao Ze, why are you doing this!"

"I'm sorry," Ozawa Yuko patted her face and smiled, "I'm sorry, I'm all to blame for giving you popular chocolates, but you didn't return the gift on White Day—"

"At that time we all graduated!" He emphasized a little angrily.

"But you didn't give it," she laughed crisply, "so I'm a little angry... oops, I'm about to cry from laughing, I'm going to get a wet tissue..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she turned her back and went to find the bag behind her.

Nagasaki Yamei, who had just tasted a mouthful of fugu Shirako, was startled by this movement. She looked over and saw Yuko Ozawa, who was turning her back, was turning over her bag, and tears fell on the back of her moving hand.

Nagasaki Wild Rose glanced at it, and instantly felt that the long-awaited high-end cuisine was boring.

She couldn't bear it: "... Yuko, I want to go to the dressing room, can you come with me?"

Yuko Ozawa hurriedly wiped away her tears in embarrassment, she agreed repeatedly, stood up and went to other places, almost unable to move due to the pain in her abdomen.

"I hope I go out." Wild Rose took her hand and walked away, "I won't have a few plates less than others."

Yuko Ozawa pulled her, looked past the senior Maki who was eating noodles calmly with teary eyes, and almost stepped on the throat lozenge that Goumaki carried with him in the fog.

After they turned many corners together, the voice in front said, "Actually, you still like knotweed?"

Wild Rose spoke instinctively.

"But I can't like it anymore," Ozawa Yuko finally couldn't help crying, "How long has he been thinking about it just now, everyone is looking at us, and Mr. Gojo even took a photo..."

Tears washed over the dressing room mirror.

In the mirror, she was slender and tall, with short hair pinned behind her ears, and she looked very beautiful.

But Yuzu Yujin's eyes are cleaner mirrors, in his pupils, she seems to be that shadow forever, not ugly, but with a shadow of inferiority complex.

Wild Rose sighed helplessly: "Hey, I've never liked a man, so I don't know how to comfort you."

"That's great," she smiled, tears and smiles on her face. "It's too hard to like someone."

Ozawa Yuko murmured: "I won't think about insomnia all night because of his actions, I won't accidentally write down his name, I won't write all my account books, why is it only me?" It will be like this, why..."

She doesn't want to die like this.

Yuko Ozawa couldn't control her tears, and her heart throbbed with pain.

The voice next to him sighed softly again, Nagasaki Yaqiangwei turned over, leaning her back against the sink, and the words of consolation were replaced by a growl from her stomach.

She turned her head and saw Nagizaki covering his stomach with one hand, and standing up with the other hand supporting the sink.

No, she couldn't be sad anymore.

You can't even lose your friends who are not easy to make.

"I'm sorry," Ozawa Yuko immediately sniffed and said, "I forgot you were hungry, let's go, hurry up and eat."

Nagasaki Wild Rose waved her hand, "It's okay, you can cry if you want, I've been hungry before."

"I don't want to cry anymore," she wiped her tears, her heart twitching to control her tears. "I want to eat, I'm hungry, there is fugu sashimi behind the fugu Shirako, I want to eat sashimi."

Nagasaki touched his stomach hungrily: "Yes, men are not as important as eating, let's go back and have a good meal of sashimi."

They tidied up a bit and went back to their seats, but it was a pity that the wagyu beef was already served when they went.

Yuko Ozawa, who was originally hungry, leaned her head on the table, staring at the waiter as they roasted the wagyu beef for them. The fat was fragrant in the air, and the people around her were about to move, but she didn't even have the strength to open her mouth.

The fugu sashimi at the table is no longer fresh, and the most delicious opportunity to taste it has been lost.

She tried to pretend nothing had happened.

But in fact, Ozawa Yuko had a faint pain in her lower abdomen, but it didn't seem to hurt. There was pain, but it was slow and felt nothing.

But everyone cared about her just now, and she didn't want others to worry about her anymore.

"Xiao Ze," the voice that once moved her heart was behind her ears, "Xiao Ze, are you feeling unwell?"

She dryly: "A little bit."

Knotweed Youruhito persuaded in a low voice: "You'd better take painkillers, it's not good to hold on to it all the time, I think you seem to have no appetite—"

He hesitated to speak as he thought of something.

Because of Ozawa Yuko's abnormal behavior just now, and the blurted words, Katsuo Yuhito had to think of the secretive reason behind it.

He thought for a moment, then glanced at Fu Heihui confidently.

——Because Fu Heihui told him just now: "She likes you."

"The combination of painkillers and water will make the body more comfortable," he expressed cryptically, "Ozawa, no matter what the reason is, I think you should put your body first, even if the reason will make you sad."

Yuko Ozawa's sideways eyelashes trembled slightly.

But he stopped talking.

"Can you go on?" she asked.

It seems to be masochistic.

Knotweed Youren paused for a moment: "Ozawa is really a good girl, very strong and persistent, otherwise she wouldn't have lost so much weight."

She raised her head slightly, and her eyelids twitched, because she had never heard him boast about her weight loss.

But she finally knew what it was.

"I believe that with this tenacity, you will succeed in whatever you do." He carefully considered every word, "Ordinary people are not good enough for you, and those who can have you must be very good people."

The sound of roasting wagyu beef paused.

He gently put the painkillers and water next to her, brushed her short hair inadvertently, and scratched her face with an itchy.

These actions are alienated and intimate, and the tone is very light, which makes people feel sad.

Yuko Ozawa heard them discussing, and saw the movements of the second graders peeking over from time to time.

She felt like the piece of Wagyu that was surrounded by people.

Suddenly, Ozawa Yuko turned her head.

The boy beside him was startled instinctively.

To make sure that only she could hear these words, Yuzu Yuuto got very close, and now when Yuko Ozawa turned his head, the tip of her nose seemed to be caught by his amber eyes.

Kunzhang Youruhito subconsciously took a few steps back. Under normal circumstances, he would keep a certain distance from the girl.

Yuko Ozawa reached out and held his head in time.

The pair of close-range gray-blue colored contact lenses blinked.

"Thank you Knotweed-kun for always caring about me so much," Ozawa Yuko tried to make herself laugh, making her voice more cheerful, which made him see the pink lip gloss more clearly. "In that case, let me tell Mr. Hu Zhang a secret."

Knotabagi Yuhito was stiff and could not move.

"Actually," she leaned closer with a smile, "the person I like is—"

He watched them get closer, and he could almost see the fine hairs on her face.

Yuzu Yujin reacted belatedly, broke free uncomfortably, and hid behind the eyes of everyone watching the show, but with a bang, his head hit the baffle on the wall.

Yuko Ozawa stretched out his white arms and locked him flushed to the wall:

"—Yukimura Seiichi!"