Crush on classmate Knotweed

Yuko Ozawa finally conceded and took painkillers.

She was in pain, but she couldn't tell where it was, because the physical pain was slow, as if she didn't feel it.

But when she smiled and spoke, her whole heart seemed to be accepting Ling Chi.

She explained softly: "...he is my neighbor's elder brother. He went to play tennis. I remember Mr. Knotweed is very good at sports. If you go to play tennis, maybe you can see him too."

Ozawa Yuko believes that she is well disguised.

Because the look in the eyes of the flour-haired boy changed from shyness and suspicion to suspicion, but for no reason, half of her cheeks were sore that her teeth hurt, and she couldn't eat anything while facing a table of delicacies.

If it means that she doesn't go to the same school as Mr. Hu Zhang, then it doesn't matter if the confession is rejected.

But she was with Polygonum cuspidatum and everyone, and the confession was rejected. In the future, when the two of them get along, they will be stared at by a large group of people all the time like just now. She will really be shy and distressed.

——Teacher Wujo kept snapping pictures, Fukuroi stopped chewing, Kizaki Yeqiangwei tried to pretend to eat but actually paid attention all the time, Maki-san didn’t look at it, and kept picking up food for the panda, but the panda and the dog roll No appetite to eat.

Even the newcomer Junpei couldn't help looking over.

In those few seconds, Ozawa Yuko buried her head in her arms like sitting on pins and needles, as if there were ants crawling on her face.

And in the same few seconds when Knotthu Zhang-kun knew her intentions, he chose to refuse, but she respected his decision, and chose to let her go disheartened.

She decided to give herself a step down.

"Yuko," after drinking and eating, Nagasaki Yamei opened the small mirror and tidied her bangs, "Let's go buy sportswear together, college uniforms are not suitable for sports at all."

Ozawa Yuko repeatedly agreed.

Wild Rose turned her head, "Miss Maki, are you going?"

"No," Maki hugged the motionless panda, and the two of them disguised themselves as a girl and a giant doll so as not to scare ordinary people. "I don't need any new clothes."

Wild Rose gave a clear oh, turned her face, and took another girl's hand.

Seeing that Yuko Ozawa did not respond for a long time, she lowered her voice: "What's wrong? Are you still thinking..."

"No," Yuko Ozawa shook her head with unfocused eyes, "My mother sent me to the High School of Conjuration to study, and I won't think about anything else."

Wild Rose looked at her suspiciously.

She moved her eyes uncomfortably: "I was just thinking... Hey, Yoshino, are you short of sportswear? Let me buy you one as an apology."

Junpei, who was lowering his head, raised his face in astonishment.

Yuko Ozawa laughed and looked at him, and quickly moved away from the bangs covering half of his face, skipping Yuzu Yuhito who was talking to the teacher, and looked at his unbelievable face again.

Junpei's eyes flickered, then lowered again: "I, I don't think it's very good..."

"After a while, there will be an exchange meeting," Fu Heihui, who was passing by, suddenly said, with a calm tone. "That's what you need at that time, and you don't have anyone to accompany you to buy things, you will be alone."

Junpei's eyelashes fluttered: "...then I'd better go."

"You really don't want to tell me." Wild Rose complained.

On the street, unlike other girls in Tokyo, Wild Qiangwei took her hand directly and generously.

Yuko Ozawa faced all kinds of surprised eyes, trying to avoid letting go of each other's hands, but instead was held even tighter by Wild Rose.

The two got tangled up over whether to hold hands or not. In the end, the girl's red hand and laughter resounded through the streets of Tokyo.

"We don't want to buy things in second-hand shops," Wild Rose hesitated for a while, then said firmly, "Curse Gao and my pocket money are definitely not enough to buy them, and what's more, the ones we buy are those worn by others."

Yuko Ozawa asked, "But don't you want to buy a brand? I remember you like Balenciaga."

"I didn't say it was a luxury product," she said, staring at the door plate reluctantly, "just buy ordinary brands, Onitsuka Tiger and Mizuno?"

Yuko Ozawa thought for a few seconds, then leaned back: "Yoshino, what about you?"

Junpei shook his head: "... I can do it, but I heard that Onitsuka Tiger has a discount today."

Only then did Wild Qiangwei look away from her eyes glued to the door of the shop, and decisively grabbed Yuko Ozawa's hand, and immediately ran with her.

She screamed: "How can you run so fast!"

Wild Rose emphasized: "If you don't go sooner, there will be no more!"

When they ran into the store, there were people everywhere, and Wild Rose let go and slipped in. Ozawa Yuko glanced back and saw Junpei walking slowly with his head down.

This young man never raised his head, and when he raised his face, half of his face was covered by his bangs. He exuded the aura of keeping strangers away, wishing to wrap himself into a floor tile that was ignored by others.

Ozawa Yuko knew what he was thinking, because she had once stood so helpless in the crowd.

"Let's go," she ran over with a smile, "what are you thinking?"

Junpei raised his eyes not daring to tremble.

"Let's go," Ozawa Yuko pulled his cuff shyly and generously, "We are all classmates, there is nothing to be shy about, by the way, what style of clothes do you want to buy?"

Her voice was very thin: "don't worry about money, I'm rich."

Junpei is more shy of strangers, he usually doesn't talk much in crowded places, especially with girls, so Yuko Ozawa said a lot in order to liven up the atmosphere, but she is actually socially fearful.

"So," she said in embarrassment, "what's your technique?"

He buried his head for a long time: "It's poison."

Yuko Ozawa paused while holding the hand of the men's sportswear.

"I seem to be born to reverse the spell," she said after a pause, "It seems to be born to heal others. If this poison can hurt you, maybe Yoshino-kun can come to me."

Junpei replied a little faster this time: "I know, you saved me."

"So, thank you very much." He blinked hesitantly, then looked over, "If it wasn't for you, I would have died long ago because I believed what the real person said."

Yuko Ozawa was also sorry: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said such rude words."

"It's okay," Junpei said understandingly, "I know you like Yuren, so, besides, you didn't seem right at the time..."

The more he talked, the more he wanted to bow to her, but he was half a shoulder taller than her, and when he made this move, he met a pair of half-curved almond eyes.

And she immediately turned her face away, turning into anger from embarrassment, her thin white face flushed red.

"No," Yuko Ozawa argued softly, "I don't like knotweed anymore."

"Yuko! Help me see how this dress looks!" Nagasaki Ye Qianwei shouted on tiptoe.

Yuko Ozawa paused for a moment with her face flushed.

She turned her head again, and said calmly, "Yoshino, take a look for yourself, and tell me when you see it, and I'll pay you the bill as an apology."

Why did he insist on mentioning this!

When they went back, Ozawa Yuko was so angry that she didn't want to say a word to Junpei.

However, the three students who had just transferred still had to take small private lessons together and squeezed together in the small classroom of the college.

Yizhizhi took out the notepad left by Gojo Satoru: "Well, Yuuhito and Junpei watch a movie together to exercise their spell power, and then fight each other..."

Yuko Ozawa sat obediently on the sofa.

The two boys were embarrassed to squeeze the small sofa with her, but they were all near the sofa, Junpei was standing, and Katsuo Yuuhito was sitting on the armrest on one side of the sofa, with his hands hanging between his open legs.

His hand suddenly moved: "Hey, Ozawa, Mr. Yidizhi called you out."

Yuko Ozawa raised her face as if waking up from a dream.

"Ozawa," Katsuobu Yuhito repeated helplessly, "Mr. Ichichi called you to go out and find Miss Yarin to take lessons."

She groaned belatedly, turned her face away immediately, covered her hot face with her hands on the side facing him, and went out with her body behind her back.

Yidizhi took her out, but in fact the two rooms were separated by a layer of transparent glass, and the decorations were almost exactly the same. Miss Nizi was wearing a white coat and sitting behind the sofa with her legs crossed.

She put down her cigarette: "Sit."

"Hello, Mr. Iari." Yuko Ozawa put his hands on his hot face, "My name is Yuko Ozawa."

Jia Ruozi waved his hand annoyedly, and the smell of smoke filled the air: "Don't call me teacher, call me so old."

"Hi, Miss Jiaru." She immediately changed her words.

"Well," she muttered, crushing the cigarette on her fingertips in the ashtray, letting the smell permeate and disappear in the room. "I am also a reversal technique, and I also have a healing function, and I have also passed the examination for a doctor's qualification certificate."

Being a doctor is great.

Yuko Ozawa asked urgently, "We don't need to fight, do we?"

"I don't recommend it," Jia Ruozi raised his legs again, "because our reversal technique requires positive energy, and the power of the mantra comes from negative emotions. Whether a person has so many emotions, the power of the mantra is limited."

Yuko Ozawa expressed her intentions: "I will be a doctor well, but we should learn other self-defense techniques besides the reversal technique, right?"

She leaned on the sofa lazily on her elbows, "It's up to you. If you want to help your companions, you should learn other low-cost self-defense techniques. If you want your companions to die, you should learn them hard."

Why does this sound so ironic?

Yuko Ozawa probed, "Do you mean to tell me not to learn other techniques?"

"Well," she closed her eyes tiredly, "Anyway, when the enemy and the enemy are at war, we usually have no chance to rescue our companions. Escape is a better choice."

Yuko Ozawa frowned: "That is to say, in the face of battle, we have no other choice but to escape?"

Yarui Glass didn't answer, she took out a pipe from the bag beside her, which made Ozawa Yuko's eyes shine, and immediately thought of the hammer and nails that Nazaki Wild Rose used.

Could this be their magic tool for self-defense?

"Help me get the drink over there," Jiarui Yanzi raised his head, "I'm thirsty."

Yuko Ozawa immediately turned around, took the low-alcohol drink on the coffee table with both hands, and waited for the miracle to happen with bright eyes.

Sure enough, she said, "I suggest that you also buy this brand of drink in the future, so we can—"

This is indeed the secret weapon!

"—Let's lie on the railing together, drink a drink, and watch them fight."

Yuko Ozawa: "..." Then did she come to Jugao to watch the live broadcast of the fight?

"But we can't just do nothing," she said disappointedly, "except for healing, can this technique help you with anything? Besides, we don't even have self-defense skills when we encounter danger... "

"That's why we don't do the mission," said Jiaru whistle naturally, "this way we won't encounter any danger."

Ozawa Yuko: "..." Shun Shun squatted at home.

She leaned on the armrest of the sofa with her elbows, "As for the danger, let me teach you this first. Take your mobile phone and record the phone number on my mobile phone, and then call them if you are in danger."

Yuko Ozawa let out a sullen voice.

After what happened at Li Ying Middle School, she felt that being a curse master was very dangerous, and she didn't know how many curse master enemies there were, and when encountering so many dangers, it was very insecure to ask others for help.

She drooped her white neck, and saved the mobile phone numbers handed over by Miss Jiajin one by one.

"Actually, the reversal technique is very good," Jia Ruozi took a sip of his drink.

"You don't need to go out to do missions every day and get tanned. You only need to treat the seriously injured people. Even if the people sent here are all seriously injured, you need to use more spell power. It's very distressing..."

Ozawa Yuko silently saved Yizhizhi's number.

She closed her eyes wearily, "The inversion technique can bring a person back to life. You should know this, but it is more difficult for some small physical injuries, such as amputation and disfigurement."

"...Hey, by the way, is that man your boyfriend?" Jia Ruozi suddenly asked, "Why does he keep looking at you?"

Yuko Ozawa frowned, stopped copying Nanami Kento's phone number, and looked at the glass.

It was black behind the glass, because two people were watching a movie in a dark place, but the curtains were not closed, and it happened that two boys could be seen sitting on the sofa without any image.

Yuko Ozawa looked at the pink head that was closer to her, suddenly a little nervous: "Who are you talking about?"

Jia Ruozi frowned.

"Good guy," the next second, she looked at her with contempt, "You still have two?"

Ozawa Yuko was stunned, unable to utter a word, so she had to lower her head blushing, and then retorted after a while: "How could that be? Miss Iarii! How could you have such an idea..."

She was furious and didn't finish speaking, but behind the glass, the pink-haired boy turned his head as if he heard the voice.

In the dimly lit room, I couldn't see the emotion in the young man's eyes clearly, I could only see Yuzu Yuhito stared blankly, glanced at her, and then turned his head nonchalantly.

Immediately afterwards, with a bang, a mantra punched Hirohito Hirohito hard.

"Are you okay, Yuren?" Shunping turned his face and asked, "Why don't we replace this boring romance movie, it's ugly and I really can't concentrate."

Knotweed Yuren grinned and covered his face: "Change it..."

On the TV, Bai Yuantaka's handsome face was leaning against the window and reading a book, the white window screen floated by, and the heroine was sitting on a chair and staring at him involuntarily.

Really, it's so hard to watch a movie, and I can't see how a girl likes someone at all.