Crush on classmate Knotweed

Self-loathing, self-hatred, and all her self-destructive self-abandonment from the bottom of her heart surfaced from these words, and blossomed into lovely flowers.

Knotabagi Yuhito had no choice but to turn his head in shock and obedience.

He stood straight beside her, his breathing became nothingness, it seemed that after several seconds, his brown eyes blinked brightly, as if he thought of some words quickly, his lips moved:

"But, Ozawa-san, I don't think you—"

"I'm sorry," Ozawa Yuko interrupted him hastily, as if he didn't want to know what the answer was. "I hope that Hu Zhang will not tell anyone about me.

"In other words, I don't want anyone to know about this matter."

She bowed, facing him, and also facing the corridor that was not flooded by sunlight.

Yuzu Yuhito bowed back: "No, but I really don't think Ozawa-san—"

At this time, the door of the teacher's office opened.

The girl hurriedly turned her head and ran over in a hurry. Small splashes of water splashed in the corridor, the ground shook, and even the soles of other people's shoes could feel a shock.

"—It's ugly."

Ozawa-san is just not too light.

In the teacher's office filled with heating, Yuko Ozawa sat on the sofa awkwardly, telling the teacher little by little how she transferred from Tokyo to Sendai Municipal No. [-] Middle School, telling how she was once bullied by her classmates Ling's experience.

After listening for a while, Mr. Sato took clean clothes and handed them to her, and said softly:

"...It's okay, Yuko, you've transferred to our class now, don't worry that you won't make friends, the students in our class are very good, you will make new friends."

"I'm afraid in case I can't hand it in..." she said worriedly.

Teacher Sato comforted: "It's okay, for example, Matsumoto Nanako and Yamashita Yuriko in our class are girls who are easy to get along with.

"Also, the boys are more polite, like Knotaba Yuhito, Sakamoto Genta..."

Ozawa Yuko put on a new petticoat behind the curtain with a lot of thought.

She grew fat, walked like a war, and her underwear was always wet with sweat very quickly.

Especially in summer it gets wet faster.

"...If you really can't find new friends, you can talk to the teacher." Teacher Sato added thoughtfully.

Ozawa Yuko came out clean.

Her short black hair was smoothly pasted behind her ears, she looked timidly at the outside world, sat down gently, and put her hands on her knees in a very teachable manner.

Teacher Sato: "In short, their behavior will be expelled from school, so you don't have to worry about them."

"Really?" She asked vigilantly, "What if they know the underworld?"

Mr. Sato covered his mouth in surprise, "No way, they are all students, don't think about it..."

Ozawa Yuko smiled perfunctorily.

It seems that Sato-sensei can't really help her completely.

But fortunately, in fact, the lessons are the same in every class, and she is very used to it, because they all curl up in the corner, lower their heads, and silently pretend that they don't exist.

The reason is that no matter where she goes, people will point to her weight.

And she was really fat.

There should be no second-year middle school girls who are 1.53 meters tall, weigh 80kg, and wear whatever clothes are the largest size.

She is out of place among the slender girls, and if she sweats in summer, she will also have a strange smell of catfish, kelp and scales from the fish stall. '

Boys would laugh at her and give her various nicknames, and girls would use teasing her as a tool to please boys.

Yuko Ozawa tried to lose weight.

But due to the messy rise in hormones during puberty, she couldn't lose weight at all. If she ate less, her lips would turn white, and if she ate less, she would pass out in gym class the next day.

Grandma will call her mother in Tokyo with concern, and then ask her mother to persuade her to grow up and eat more.

So, she doesn't lose weight and doesn't need friends.

Ozawa Yuko just needs to stay quietly in the budding garden, hide her fat flower branch in the corner, don't let the light, and don't want anyone to pay attention, just let her quietly in the dark Just grow.

- That way you won't get hurt.

After listening to the last class, she packed her schoolbag and walked out of the classroom at a short distance, and there was a bicycle shed downstairs.

The canopy is still dripping water from time to time, but fortunately, the bicycle seat is still dry from a distance.

Yuko Ozawa was about to walk over as fast as possible.

Because there are a lot of people in the carport now, wait a little longer, there will be more men and women waiting in the carport——

It seems that only Japan, which advocates reservations, has this phenomenon: middle school men and women who like each other never confess, they just agree to go home from school together with a tacit understanding, and they enjoy the beauty of youth during this short journey.

Or the mutual complaints of irrepressible hormones.

Of course, this has nothing to do with people like Yuko Ozawa, because no one seems to like her.

Ozawa Yuko suddenly stopped at the periphery of the crowd.

In the middle of the crowd, a boy suddenly forcibly kissed another girl, and the people around him were boiling like boiling water. Surprise, curiosity, and some tacit expressions spread.

It seems to be watching a forbidden book secretly.

She froze in place in surprise, and after a while, she saw the girl boldly and bravely kissing back.

This made people even more surprised, and then their kiss attracted the attention of all the people in the carport, and everyone couldn't lift their feet.

But in this quiet moment, the sound of stones colliding suddenly came from behind.

The people standing at the outermost edge of the crowd were awakened by the sound.

He turned his head, frowned immediately after seeing the person clearly, and turned his face away quickly, as if someone woke him up from a beautiful dream, and when he woke up, he saw something ominous.

He shrugged the people beside him with his shoulders and winked: "Look back."

The people around him were urged by him for a while, with impatience, they looked back and bounced back exaggeratedly.

"Are you messing with me?" The person next to him scolded him angrily, "Die, show me such a fat woman who looks like this, and be careful that I beat you violently on the court."

He giggled: "I just wonder why she is so fat..."

The two were talking at a normal high volume.

They didn't seem to care that Ozawa Yuko could hear, but she had no choice but to lower her head, not knowing where to put her hands and feet. Even if she knew this fact in her heart, she was stabbed again.

Before she lowered her head, she suddenly saw a girl in the crowd out of the corner of her eye. The girl was slender and beautiful.

And Ozawa Yuko stood there at a loss, seeing her sloppy fat arms, which were as white as disgusting pigskin in the supermarket.

She knows that she is not good-looking, she knows that she is fat, she is already very careful——

But why?

She didn't do anything wrong this time, she just stood here without saying a word, even breathing carefully, why did others scold her.

"This kind of thing obviously has nothing to do with her for the rest of my life..."

Yes, it has nothing to do with her, looking at her will only be ridicule.

Ozawa Yuko was feeling her vision gradually blurring.

The faint sound of ending came from the crowd, she dodged like a frightened rabbit, and hurried to the place where she parked, the new car mailed from Tokyo was shining brightly.

She sniffed, put down her schoolbag, and took out the key inside.

But as if thinking of something again, her hand froze, hesitantly pointing the key at the lock.But compared to the imminent danger, now she wants to escape from this noisy place——

"Hey, wait, Ozawa-san."

The key snapped nervously into the lock.

And someone trotted over and patted her on the shoulder easily: "I went to send the recording to Mrs. Sato, and she said that you are very worried that some gangsters/social/will seek revenge on you. Let me take you back."

After waiting for a few seconds, Yuzu Yuhito waved his hand amidst the dull eyes:

"...Ozawa-san, let's go home together?"

The key fell to the ground in shock.

Ozawa Yuko also squatted down in surprise, and then the schoolbag that was not closed clattered out.

Her books, magazines, colorful combs, and mirrors all fell to the ground. Ozawa Yuko stretched out her hand in a panic, and stuffed them into her bag without even seeing clearly, for fear of being laughed at by the person opposite.

And the shadow that originally covered her squatted down, but it didn't help anything. She could only see the "non-no" magazine being rubbed into her schoolbag.

This evasive look made the strong calf muscles on the opposite side stop awkwardly.

But minutes later, a burst of exclamation suddenly sounded above his head: "...Student Ozawa, your headband is so beautiful."

Ozawa Yuko raised her hand in surprise.

She hastily touched her briar-style headband, making sure that she covered it all up, and then dared to look up suspiciously.

"It's very beautiful," those brown eyes admired, "And it's wild rose, I remember its flower language means strong, it's very similar to you, you are very brave and strong."

Yuko Ozawa blushed suddenly, and she quickly lowered her head, but at this moment the books that were firmly stuffed in her schoolbag were almost out of reach.

In the next second, the book poured down like a downpour.

This time, Knotabazu Yujin quickly squatted down, picked up the book as if he was catching a ball with his strong hands, sorted it out and handed it to her.

"Although Mr. Ozawa is slow," he said again, "but he is very careful. Every book is folded before putting it in the bag. He is a careful person."

And Yuko Ozawa squatted on the ground stiffly.

She unnaturally pulled the long skirt with one hand, and tidied up the folds of the book with the other. Not only could she hear the whispers of the people next to her, she seemed to be surprised to see the sexually transformed version of Beauty and the Beast, and the people around her almost didn't want money. praise.

But the pursed lips didn't want to stop the seldom-occurring words.

Yuko Ozawa had no choice but to lower her head lower, her face flushed, and she murmured: "...Thank you, thank you."

People looked at them in amazement, she was very embarrassed, but there was a faint joy in her heart, as if she had become the heroine in a shoujo manga at this moment.