Crush on classmate Knotweed

Really distressed.

This is the thought of Knotabagi Yuhito during this time.

I don't know who told him that Ozawa likes him. This unintentional remark has troubled him for a long time, who has never been very popular with women, and his mind seems to be entangled by a thread for a long time.

But it's too bad to think about girls like this.

He shook his head, stuffed all the clothes in the bucket into the washing machine, and then picked out a few more close-fitting clothes, and carried them to the edge of the sink, where the sputtering water rinsed the pants.

The important thing is that Ozawa's personality is very sensitive and delicate. If you ask her, she will definitely back away in fright.

He also didn't want the whole class to suddenly have three people who could talk to each other.

Moreover, Ozawa's personality needs to talk to others, she is the one who is more open-minded as she interacts with others, if no one talks to her—wait a minute, did he think about Ozawa too many times?

The boy stared at the colorful bubbles in the soapy water in puzzlement.

"Are you doing laundry again?" Fu Heihui asked, sticking out his head.

"Well," he came back to his senses, and quickly floated again. "I don't go to the dry cleaners, so I must do my own laundry."

With a cold face, Fu Heihui raised his arm reluctantly, and the two buckets of clothes shook in front of him, explaining:

"This bucket of high school clothes is going to the coin-operated laundry, and my private clothes are going to the dry cleaner."

"Hey, Hui, have you been going to the laundry all this time?" Hirohito Kojo picked up the clothes wonderingly, "Since I entered school, I haven't seen you wash clothes by yourself."

He twisted the clothes a little harder, and the bubbles in the gaps of the short sleeves were squeezed out, and the water in the basin splashed up, causing the boy with the head of a sea urchin to take a few steps back in horror.

"Okay," Knotaba Yuhito put down immediately, "I won't come over, but I washed it very clean, so I won't stain you."

Fu Heihui snorted reluctantly: "Anyway, your laundry won't be as clean as a laundry. By the way, I'll just accompany you for a while at the summer festival. I'll go to the hotel to eat the ordered gyudon at night when the fireworks are set off. meal."

Knotabazu Yuhito frowned thickly: "Ah, but we managed to spend a summer festival together."

The boy's voice was a little regretful.

"Don't you want to go to the summer festival with us?"

Fu Heihui couldn't bear to lower his head to look at him for a few times, with some struggles in his blue eyes, he quickly walked away resolutely: "...We still have a lot of time in the future."

Knotabagi Yuhito pouted: "Don't do that."

In order to go to the summer festival, everyone has done a lot of accumulated tasks, and finally can relax, but Fu Heihui didn't come.

"Alright then." He waved his hand into the darkness.

When Fu Heihui's body was completely swallowed by the darkness, another voice in his body said: "You worked hard to stay with others more, kid."

Knotweed Youruhito turned cold: "...shut up."

When the summer festival that everyone was looking forward to arrived, it turned out to be a day similar to an ordinary summer night, with the sound of cicadas, shade from trees, and enthusiasm and joy entangled together.

His pink hair was still sprayed out of shape by the setting spray, but it was the first time that he had changed into a traditional haori, which was a little restrained.

Knotabagi Yuhito trotted over and smiled brightly at them: "I've been waiting for a long time."

Several people standing down the slope hummed and squinted their eyes. Junpei covered his eyes with his bangs. He was obviously not excited about his coming out, but the light under the shade of the tree was sunburned to look into the distance.

Fu Heihui looked at the phone: "Wait a while, the girls haven't come out yet."

"Am I not a girl?" Maki-san held out her hand in displeasure.

"I'm sorry, Senior Chanyuan," he said indifferently, which aroused the resentment of the girl next to him even more. "Why do you always like to grab me, and I didn't say you are not!"

"Tell me to call me Maki-san!"

Knotaba Yuhito saw them fighting with a smile, and shrugged his shoulders irrefutably. He soon saw two girls in kimono and yukata coming out of the door laughing and joking.

Ozawa Yuko held Ye Qiangwei's hand and ran down laughing all the way, reaching out her hand from time to time to pull her sleeve that blocked her face.

"You're not shy, are you?" she teased.

Wild Qiangwei struggled for a moment, flung off her sleeves, and walked towards the large army as if she was dying.

Ozawa Yuko secretly covered her face and smiled, ran over with her, and secretly pointed her finger at her face.

Wild Rose has some thin powder on her face, and her makeup is quite different from her usual makeup when she goes out to play. Her eye shadow and lipstick are a lot heavier, making her look beautiful and sharp.

She was a little dry: "I'm sorry, it's a bit late because of makeup."

They all put their phones away.

"Very beautiful," Knotabagi Yuhito affirmed first sensitively, "The eyes are so big."

But in fact, he just bent his knees to see her face clearly, because the wild rose is less than 1.6 meters, and he is 1.7 meters three anyway.

Ozawa Yuko suddenly stopped smiling.

After receiving this affirmation, the corners of Wild Rose's lips curled up, and she replied triumphantly but also ashamed to admit it: "I see, stop talking, let's go."

A group of people were walking towards the tram platform not far away, but he suddenly thought that he had ignored another girl who liked to be praised for her beauty, but to be honest, he didn't like to say that about her.

Because the more she talks, the more she cares about her appearance.

The boy turned his face inadvertently, and looked at the girl who was obviously much taller. After she froze, she laughed again, whispering to her friend.

He lowered his eyes: "...Ozawa has always been beautiful."

The voice was very soft, and it seemed to float past like clouds blown away by the scorching sun, and it was unknown if it had drifted into people's ears.

"I said you look good with heavy makeup." Ozawa Yuko continued to speak with a smile.

After she finished saying this, she paused, stretched out her head, aimed at the walking pink-haired boy, and pursed her pink lips: "...Thank you, I understand!"

After she rarely finished speaking a harsh word, she immediately turned her head in shame, her chestnut hair stuck to her face messily due to the violent movements.

Yuko Ozawa stretched out her hand to remove the tangled strands of hair.

"It's good that you know," the boy's voice suddenly rose emphatically, "I'm afraid you don't know."

He said it as if she lost her temper without hearing this compliment.

Yuko Ozawa held her breath, and the breath came out of her throat quickly, saying word by word: "...you don't have to boast about this sentence."

She doesn't need to pass by.

During the conversation, the people around stopped, and Junpei standing among them automatically walked to the edge.

Wild Rose pointed to the vacant seat: "Why don't you two stand together and talk?"

The two people next to him immediately turned away their blushing faces without saying a word.

They walked to the nearest tram platform and waited for a while. They got on the tram, and a group of seven people almost filled a car. Almost all the students in the entire college were mobilized except for the senior panda who said he didn't want to disturb the people.

Goujuan carefully opened the rice ball he bought at the platform: "Muyuhua."

"Don't eat," Maki said without turning her head, "we'll go eat something better then."

Junpei: "But in fact, speaking of itinerary, it's just watching a movie, and then going to a nearby stall or izakaya to eat."

After all, how can you get a meal in a restaurant if you don’t book it in advance?

Yuko Ozawa leaned on the railing, and she tried to breathe a few breaths, trying to adjust her mentality, she really didn't want to lose her temper and spoil the interest of others.

I don't want to continue to affect my happiness and anger because of other people's emotions.

"It's good to go to the stall to buy something to eat," she said with a smile on her face. "It's delicious. There are takoyaki, fried chicken nuggets, and shioyaki. There are many, many delicious things."

Wild Rose raised her head boringly: "It sounds similar to the dishes in our village..."

"It's okay, we can still go to the drugstore to buy things." Yuko Ozawa affirmed.

So when they arrived at the destination, a group of people with different goals were scattered by the turbulent crowd. She and Wild Rose had long forgotten what eating was, and being able to buy discounted high-quality cosmeceuticals before the store closed became the top priority. .

I even started to complain about why I played too late yesterday and couldn't get up in the morning to queue up to buy the latest one.

"Matsumoto Kiyoshi has a discount with SunDrug." Wild Rose looked over with unsteady will, "Otherwise I will arrange SunDrug, and you stay here."

Yuko Ozawa bit it off: "No, you can only pretend to buy things in Ginza when you buy things in Matsumoto Kiyoshi."

Briar turned back again.

The two of them queued up for almost an hour, and when they entered the store, a scent of cosmeceuticals mixed with the scent of perfume from the women came together. While admiring the designer's ingenious products, you can also appreciate the A curse that floated over, shapeless.

It may be that the number of times of coming out is too small, Yuko Ozawa has never encountered so many curses.

She endured the nausea and went to get a few more pieces of handmade soap, frowned and paid the bill, and almost vomited the moment she came out.

Yuko Ozawa leaned against the wall: "I almost got killed on the spot."

"There is no money to get rid of these curses." Wild Rose counted whether she was short of things. "We get rid of the curses to make money and a better life, not to do good deeds."

"But I see they are a little uncomfortable." She said, pressing her chest.

This uncomfortable touch seems to have settled down at this time. After noon, they still couldn't find a restaurant and a blanket with fewer people. They waited for another half an hour with hunger, and they still ate the last thing they bought. Not full.

The scorching sun was burning, and the water was blocked, and the two of them were washed away by fatigue both in their hearts and in their bodies.

When they were going to gather at the designated place to watch the fireworks in the evening, the two of them were already tired anyway, and walked to the bench listlessly: "Hi, Maki-san."

"Are you here?" Miss Maki walked over holding the bamboo doll.

Yuko Ozawa frowned: "You bought this for the panda senior?"

He wouldn't turn the bamboo doll into a curse skeleton, would he?

"Yes," she nodded, "after all, he stays alone in the college. Although he said he didn't want to go out, everyone knows he can't go out."

After all, seeing a walking and talking panda on the day of the summer festival, it can be popular on TikTok.

Although Senior Panda always looks simple and honest, but as a mantra, living with a group of sorcerers is so out of place that it is hard to imagine.

The empathy made her hamstrings jerk suddenly.

The emptiness after shopping suddenly swept over her body, Yuko Ozawa looked ahead, and the continuous night and vertical obstacles appeared in front of her eyes.

The boy in shorts put his feet on the ground, jumped up, easily crossed several obstacles, and jumped over again amidst the exaggerated shouts of children around him.

Fortunately, when he landed, the jumping sound on the ground didn't quite resemble a heartbeat.

Yuzu Yujin ran over energetically: "It's all ready? Let's go up there to watch the fireworks together?"

He pointed to the glowing Tokyo Tower.

"Junpei and Kazumei have already gone up," he added, "Maki-san, Kagizaki, are you still going?"

Yuko Ozawa saw him squatting down and looking at her.

She subconsciously looked for the beating frequency of her heart. It might be that there were too many cars coming to play around. She didn't know where it came from, so she had the courage to look at each other.

Yuzu Yuhito was holding his face in his hands: "Go, it's great to watch the fireworks on it, it's very exciting."

"Then I'll go," Wild Rose gritted her teeth and propped her legs up. "I haven't seen it! I want my money back!"

Yuko Ozawa also moved her legs, but with the accumulated fatigue of the day and the body that has done too much physical training with an ordinary body, a slight touch can make people cry out in pain.

She struggled for a while, and finally gave up: "...forget it, I really can't move anymore."

"Are you okay?" Knotabazu Yujin, who had stood up, squatted down again, "Are you too tired, why don't you sit here and rest for a while?"

Yuko Ozawa smiled lightly: "Yes, you guys go, I'll be fine after a short rest."

The person who squatted down got up again.

Maki-san and the worried Wild Rose turned their heads, but the tickets to Tokyo Tower were hard to buy, so they could only say a few words of worry before leaving, and she kept beating her legs absent-mindedly.

Will she be out of gregarious like this?

Yuko Ozawa thought uncertainly, and then became a little depressed again, but she really couldn't get up.

There was a voice among the walking crowd: "Forget it, I won't go either."

She turned her head and saw Yuzu Yuren turning her head again, he quickly waved to her from the air, and ran over a few steps one at a time, and then the air beside her was suddenly blocked.

Because he was sitting next to her.

Maki-san waved: "Then sit down."

Yuko Ozawa responded in embarrassment, not daring to look at the blocked air beside her, but she suppressed the throbbing emotion before she dared to ask: "Why don't you go up?"

"It's dangerous to be down there alone," he put his hands between his open legs, "and, you're lonely."

Sure enough, he was sympathizing with her again.

Yuko Ozawa accepts this feeling laxly and bitterly. She has known for a long time that fringe characters like herself are the favorite targets of a little boy with a dream of being a hero.

She persuaded softly: "You'd better go up, I'm bored."

She is so boring.

Apart from knowing how to put together a few sets of clothes and a few magazines, there is no connotation. Everyone grew up in the magic world, and those who came later would also practice magic. Since then, she has had a lot less topics than others.

Fortunately, none of them disliked her.

"You're not bored," Hirohito Hiroto squeezed his hands anxiously, "You're very interesting, you're the one who caught ten goldfish at once at the stall."

She couldn't help pursing her lips.

But in the next second, Ozawa Yuko suddenly felt something was wrong: "How do you know that I went to the goldfish stall to catch something?"

"Guess," he spread his hands easily, "well, actually, Wild Rose told me, and I see that you have been rubbing your knees, and you can see that you have been squatting for a long time."

She stopped the hands that were beating her knees.

Yuko Ozawa paused for a few seconds, then began to hammer again, feeling indescribably meaningful.

"Are you hungry?" Knotabagi Yujin asked suddenly again, "Why don't I go shopping for you—oh, wait a minute, you don't eat at night, do you?"

Ozawa Yuko nodded.

She felt a little weird in her heart, but when she thought about the special care he had for everyone, especially marginal characters, the throbbing in her heart was suppressed again.

Ozawa Yuko got up suddenly, and shook her legs: "Then let's go, let's go for a stroll."

As long as she shows that nothing is wrong, this person will definitely walk away with confidence.

Because that's his personality.

Knotabagi Yuhito stood up worriedly: "But can you still go?"

Yuko Ozawa didn't feel anything in her thighs, but her calves and heels were exhausted, but she shook her legs and managed to find some energy: "It's okay, I do physical training every day."

She doesn't need anyone's sympathy at all.

Especially for this person in front of her, she doesn't need his kindness to her out of sympathy, which will make her troubled in unrequited love that ends without a cause.

"Really?" He asked again worriedly.

Yuko Ozawa ignored him.

Knotweed Youren waited for a few seconds, then picked up the spoils they had worked hard for hours, and trotted obediently to follow her.

For him, 50 meters only takes three seconds, and the car does not run as fast as him.But for Ozawa Yuko, her physique is definitely not comparable to his, and he even slowed down on purpose.

Resisting the tiredness of her heels, she hated once again to go shopping without infusing her magic power, and suddenly stopped in the crowd.

"What's wrong?" He asked confusedly.

Yuko Ozawa turned around and pointed to the stall in front of her: "I want to play charades, can I?"

"Then let's play," Knotabagi Yuren followed, "Why ask me, as long as you want to play, I can accompany you."

She walked over with difficulty, and saw this charade stand standing upright. It was marked on it that as long as you give money, you can get a reward if you win the charade.

"What's the exact reward, boss?" she asked.

In fact, she couldn't walk and needed to lean on the stall.

The boss smoked a cigarette: "The third prize is a hairpin, the second prize is a lighter, and the first prize is a discount coupon from a nearby takoyaki stall."

Yuko Ozawa saw that the takoyaki stall was overcrowded.

"Then I want to win the third prize," she said, "I need to solve some charades?"

The boss stretched out a finger.

Ozawa Yuko supported the big wood next to her with one hand, and stretched her other hand into the quiz box, and touched a note——

What a corny crossword puzzle.

After she glanced at it, she suddenly lost interest: "Go ahead."

"Hey," Yuzu Yuhito leaned over with interest, "What are four legs in the morning, two legs in the daytime, and four legs in the evening? It's so difficult, I don't know."

The boy's clear amber pupils blinked, revealing a little doubt, which seemed genuine.

Ozawa Yuko looked at him suspiciously: "You really don't know?"

"I don't know," he announced cheerfully as he knocked on his head before he heard a sound. "Knotweed Yuhito's head is empty! There is nothing, and I don't know anything!"

Her eyes became more suspicious.

He messed up his pink hair and complained in his voice, "It's all because they beat me stupid."

"Really?" Yuko Ozawa began to be suspicious, "But you watch TV every day, don't you even know this word puzzle that is famous all over the world?"

"I saw it, but I forgot." He said angrily.

Ozawa Yuko was too lazy to talk to him, he must have deliberately found an opportunity to praise her again: "I will be angry if you do this again."

The raised hand of the boy on the opposite side was immediately put down.

"Okay, okay," he coaxed with a good temper, his smile lit up by the lights was bright. "It's just that Dongtang said, it's good to be a stupid boy, and the riddle belongs to you, won't it spoil your interest if I help you answer it?"

"I want you to help me." She said dejectedly.

Kunzhang Youren was startled, and immediately answered the boss, then bowed his head to her in frustration: "...Are you angry?"

"I don't get angry that easily," she said, but her voice was increasingly aggrieved. "Why do you always treat me so carefully, why do you always treat me so well?"

And this kind of good purpose is not to like.

His kindness will only make her more unforgettable, and she knows very well that the reason for his kindness is not liking.

Yuko Ozawa was sad: "...I don't need you to sympathize with me."

After blurting out this sentence, it seemed that all the problems were solved. She didn't have to spend all her energy to play herself well to solve a young hero's pity for marginal characters.

"I'm fine," she said stubbornly, "I'm no longer that Yuko Ozawa who has no friends, don't always coax me, don't always think I'm pitiful, I really don't need it."

Knotabagi Yuhito followed behind her with a sullen head.

After they took the presents, the atmosphere seemed to be at a freezing point. After Yuko Ozawa finished speaking, she felt regretful. She opened the prizes, looked at them roughly, and stuffed them into his arms:

"Give it to the girl you like in the future."

She didn't wait for him to refuse, and ran back to the bench with the last bit of strength, not wanting to hear any rejection from him.

This character, this attitude, is so distressing, why every time she wants to express something to the outside world, she uses such an extreme and violent way, can't she use a more tactful and better way?

Yuko Ozawa thought wildly for a while, but what he was most afraid of was that he would get angry. After all, Yuzu Yujin had always been very kind to her.

And it's good among friends.

Although she doesn't want to.

After waiting for a long time, there was not even a shadow behind him, let alone whether there was a person next to him, Ozawa Yuko thought about it, or she should apologize first——

An icy chill gently pressed against her face.

"I just bought you a bottle of diet drink," he said cautiously as he sat down. "Actually, I just thought about it. It seems that I have been treating you like this. Is it because you are uncomfortable——"

"Sorry/I'm sorry!" they said in unison.

The voices stopped collectively again.

"I'm sorry, I know you have good intentions." Yuko Ozawa turned her head, she wanted to say something, but she was powerless. "But maybe I really hate other people's sympathy for me, can't you treat me like an ordinary person?"

It's like facing Fuhei or wild rose.

Otherwise, she would never forget this person named Huzhang Youren in her whole life.

But this person paused, his thoughts became entangled into a thread, disturbing his thoughts one after another, and finally, he lowered his eyes, and his lips were straightened, as if his cheeks were stuffed with snacks.

The boy lowered his voice, and said in an almost inaudible tone: "...Maybe there are other things besides sympathy."

Yuko Ozawa didn't want to hear his platitudes anymore.

She turned her head and was about to take the bottle of sugar-free drink, but she saw the hairpin she had just given to Knotweed Yuren, and he pinned it to her bag again.

"Take it," she said word by word, "I gave it to you, you can give it to whoever you like in the future."

It's not a good thing anyway.