Crush on classmate Knotweed

The sleepy Yuko Ozawa heard nothing.

She even threw away the hairpin when she went back.

Because the hairpin has been torn apart by her, except for its solid shape, the two tentacles are all curled up from sleep, and they can't be restored to their original shape no matter how hard they are broken.

It looks hilarious.

For her, the daughter of a fashion editor, there are a lot of things. The backstage of the magazine is full of piles of brand samples.

——Those extra brands and magazines cannot be packaged and bought together, but can only be piled up in the background, and are obtained by clever interns, old fritters who are good at taking advantage of it, and lucky family members.

Speaking of which, when will she be able to finish her course and visit her mother?

The next day, Yuko Ozawa sighed while holding the book. She was afraid of disturbing Wild Rose to rest, so she got up and sat in the corridor to read Chapter 1.

"It's hard work, Yuko." Maki, who was holding a scythe, teased. "It's only five o'clock to read a book."

She covered her face with the book in shame: "Stop talking, Miss Maki, I've only read it for a day..."

"Oh, then go for it." The voice from outside the bookcase said.

Ozawa Yuko lost all embarrassment at once when she said it. She put down the book and saw the resolute back of Maki-san walking away while wiping the knife, which made her suddenly realize that the girl got up for training at five o'clock people.

An inexplicable motivation drilled into Ozawa Yuko's heart.

She immediately lowered her head, pinched the title page, and read a few lines of the book fiercely.After watching for half an hour, Ozawa Yuko got a dizzy head.

Wild Rose was also listless: "Sister Maki told me to go to training, Yuko, you should go to the hospital as well."

She turned her head and said oh.

The happy life of assistant without human rights begins again.

Yuko Ozawa took some time to walk to the hospital. She knocked on the door reluctantly, then took out the pad and pen, and finished the autopsy in the morning. She was waiting for Miss Jiajin to give her a few words of guidance. Work together until ten o'clock.

On a sudden day at work, Jiarui Nitzi said: "There is no need for an autopsy, you follow me to treat the injured magician."

"Ah, until when do I have to work overtime?" She couldn't help being discouraged.

"You can't take it anymore?" Jiarui whistled mockingly and lit a cigarette, and immediately, she exhaled the smoke. "Be patient, there are only two doctors with the high school and you, but there are only three hospitals in the entire magic world in Japan."

One in Tokyo, one in Kyoto, and one in Hokkaido.

The total amount of medical expenses does not exceed ten people.

Yuko Ozawa closed her eyes with a headache, "More than 1000 people are sick, and there are only a few doctors. Can you not be busy?"

Moreover, more than 1000 people have repeatedly done tasks and got sick.

"It's hard to get a doctor's qualification certificate," she continued smoking. "You think they don't want to be a doctor? They just can't afford it, but you are different. You have talent in this field."

Jia Ruozi comforted her: "...I can see it!"

Ozawa Yuko raised her forehead and thought about it.

Forget it, being a doctor in the normal world is even worse. Others have to study in top universities for more than eight years before they can find a job. Unlike her, she seems to be getting started now.

But they don't have to work overtime like she will in the future!

"In the future, we will probably be busy with spring break, exchange meetings, summer vacation, and winter vacation," Jia Ruozi specifically pinched his cigarette. "The rest of the time is relatively normal, unless they call and ask you to come and treat them."

Ozawa Yuko was suspicious: "Why do you suddenly love talking to me so much?"

The more he looked, the more he looked like he was afraid that someone would run away.

Jia Ruozi sneered, and a smell of smoke came out from the bottom of his nose: "Just talking to you casually, don't be so suspicious, I will start a day off tomorrow, remember to wait for my call."

Then she can finally rest.

"Thank you, Miss Iari," Ozawa Yuko smiled and bowed humbly to her. "I'm free for classes anytime."

After all, there are only students with the teacher's schedule, and those without the teacher to accompany the students will spend a lot of money as she didn't say.

Speaking of which, in the hospital, she was used to the smell of second-hand smoke that Ms. Wen Jiajin inhaled and the corpse of a curse spirit that smelled like rags, but suddenly she stopped smelling it. It felt really great.

Yuko Ozawa said politely: "...I will miss Miss Miri."

"No, what you're thinking is," Jia Ruozi dismantled her mercilessly, "It's great, I finally don't have to smoke second-hand smoke."

Ozawa Yuko smiled shyly at her.

She opened the door, and immediately ran back to the dormitory in the afterglow of the setting sun, and hurriedly started packing her things.

Wild Rose, who was playing cards with Goujuan, asked, "What's the matter, you came back so early today?"

"I want to go home!" Ozawa Yuko frantically packed her luggage indoors, her clothes were all messed up. "I can't stay here for a minute, I'm going home to see my mother, I miss her so much!"

She suddenly discovered the ambiguity: "...I mean, I can't stay in the hospital anymore. By the way, when will you go back to see your grandma, Wild Rose?"

The sound of playing cards outside is very loud.

"Ah, it's probably the end of the holiday." Wild Rose helped the mask that was about to fall off, "Anyway, when I go back, my grandma will only brainwash me about how good it is to stay by her side, so I might as well go back last and be washed away by her." If I am impatient for a few days, I can still say that I have started school."

She snapped: "Win!"

The door was pushed open with a bang, and Yuko Ozawa packed her small suitcase. Witnessing how Wild Rose was stepping on the cushion proudly, she hurriedly waved her hand, and immediately rushed down to take a taxi.

Approaching Mihua Town, it seemed that she was getting closer and closer to her home direction, and only then did she send a text message:

[Ozawa: I'm back! 】

After stopping there for a while, I sent an address over: [Mom: Come here. 】

Yuko Ozawa had no choice but to spend a little more money to transfer the route.

The place where her mother asked her to go was Shizuoka Onsen, which is open all day in Tokyo. It was opened in the Shinjuku area, just not far from Mihua Town. She entered the shop not long after, soaked for a while, and found it in the spa. her mother.

She embraced excitedly: "Mom!"

Instead, the mother hid back, she held the mask with her hands in a panic, and said angrily, "What are you doing?"

"Mom," Yuko Ozawa sat next to her aggrievedly, "It's really hard for me to be a doctor in school. I learn anatomy every day, and I can't wash my hands clean, and I have to work overtime every day..."

It seemed that she had suffered too much before, and now that she tasted a little, she was going to tell the world about its bitterness.

"Is it that bitter?" Mom wondered.

"It's really bitter," she frowned. "I really don't want to be like my mother, wearing beautiful clothes and going to parties with many people every day, but my life now is too unexpected."

Mom's tone was relaxed: "Then quit this business, anyway, it's not like mom can't afford you."

Yuko Ozawa lay on the mat tangled up.

In fact, she really didn't want to do this job, but doctors are a profession with high social status, and there are so few doctors in the magic world, what if they get sick and no one can treat them.

If her friends are all sick, they will die in pain, and the only mantra that Miss Jiarui has to support overtime work will be accidentally consumed...

"Forget it." She shook her head, "Or—"

The curtain next to it was suddenly pulled open.

A woman who was also wearing a mask looked at her with a smile. Her face was very beautiful, but she was also getting older: "You are Yuko, right?"

"You are?" Yuko Ozawa was completely stunned.

"Why did you even forget about her?" Mom quickly patted her on the shoulder, "Yuko, she is Aunt Keiko, you lived in her house when you were young."

Aunt Keiko smiled: "Naomi, how many years has it been? It's normal for Yuko not to remember. It's all because we haven't gotten together all these years."

"Speaking of which, we haven't seen each other very well since high school," Mom continued.

"yes……"

The two of them stood on the left and on the right, and Yuko Ozawa was caught in the middle of their laughter, unable to get in a word, so embarrassed that she wanted to dig into the ground. She thought for a while at a loss, but vaguely remembered that the high-end guests were all in the middle of the bath. Get used to bringing your own handkerchief.

Yuko Ozawa lowered her eyes and looked at the blanket in her hand, but something even more embarrassing happened to her——

Auntie's husband's surname is Yukimura.

It turned out to be Yukimura Seiichi's mother!Is there anything more embarrassing than being around the mom of someone you just made up out of nowhere?

So when they changed into yukata and knelt on the soft cushion to eat, Ozawa Yuko didn't even dare to lift her head, but when she just wanted to sit next to her mother, Aunt Keiko had already sat there.

She could only kneel and sit next to the boy helplessly.

The young man also seemed to have become restrained. He was looking down at a magazine. When he saw her coming, he turned his head even more, raised his elbows calmly, and distanced himself invisible and politely.

Ozawa Yuko carefully moved her chopstick rest a little.

She straightened her body stiffly, probably because she seldom gets along with boys, just getting close to them made her not know where to move her hands and feet, and an embarrassment and shyness almost burst out uncontrollably.

She tried hard to think of Shunping or Fuhei next to her, and she suddenly became less restrained physically and mentally.

"What a good couple," Aunt Keiko clapped her hands blushing, "Yuko's personality seems to be very gentle, and it just so happens that my child's personality is also very restrained, which seems quite suitable."

The dark blue curly-haired boy continued to flip through a few pages calmly.

Ozawa Yuko gave a stiff laugh.

My mother smiled and said, "Actually, didn't we say that in junior high school, if we have a baby in the future, we will make a baby kiss."

"Speaking of which, Yuko is a doctor, right?" Aunt Keiko suddenly remembered, turned around, and looked at the girl opposite. "Now you're not in the high school affiliated to the Medical University, are you?"

She quickly withdrew her small thoughts: "...Yes, it's in a religious school."

"Believe in Christianity?" Aunt Huizi's expression seemed more satisfied, "That's great, Jingshi, she should also know a lot about foreign things, maybe I can chat with you about Renoir."

But I used to tease her when I was with my mother's colleagues. Maybe, this time it's just a different form.Faced with these things, she could only listen obediently, and became a topic for her mother and her friends to continue talking about.

Yuko Ozawa held her forehead helplessly, she glanced secretly, and saw that Seiichi Yukimura beside her also seemed to have blushed cheeks.

Mom began to ask: "Speaking of which, Jingshi is in Lihai University, right? Are you learning how to play tennis?"

"That's right, my child can only play tennis." Aunt Huizi touched the boy's head worriedly, "I was sick a while ago, and I have been in the hospital for a long time. Tennis."

He finally sighed softly: "Mom, I am combining work and rest."

"This kid doesn't know it at all," Aunt Huizi immediately revealed. "All the friends he has made are tennis players. When we get together, we are talking about competitions. Ah, it's really worrying. He should make some other types of friends."

She clasped her hands happily: "Just now, Yuko appeared. If you really want to develop a relationship, I think you can be alone now."

"How are you going out?" Mom asked her back.

Ozawa Yuko let out a surprised cry.

Isn't this a joke, are moms really going to put them together?

"Mom?" Seiichi Yukimura raised his face in astonishment.

The two mothers squinted their eyes in satisfaction or appreciatively, and the women who took a few sips of wine seemed to be back in the middle school, playing and exchanging dolls, wishing that the two pink and jade-carved dolls would be paired immediately.

He frowned: "You guys drank too much, and, in this kind of thing, at least respect the opinions of the parties involved?"

"Yuko, do you like our Jingshi?" Aunt Keiko asked drunkenly, "It's okay if you don't feel like it. You're still young, and high school is a good time to fall in love!"

Yuko Ozawa remained polite: "Auntie should also ask Yukimura?"

Yukimura held his head in pain.

"Hey," he thought about the names of the girls around him for a while, and found that he didn't know the surname, so he could only say euphemistically. "If you answer like that, they will continue to pester you later."

"It's okay, we won't really be together anyway." Ozawa Yuko said softly.

This way is too funny.

In her heart, feelings are a very noble thing, and two people must understand carefully before they can communicate, and the communication must be gradual, not too fast or too slow.

Not only that, but also with friendship, although she and Wild Rose made friends much faster than expected.

Yukimura breathed a sigh of relief.

He smiled, and his voice was softer than expected: "That's fine, my mother is too offensive. A girl like you must be liked by many people, and maybe there are people who like it."

Do you like someone?

This word seemed to trigger the nerves of the two women on the opposite side, the mother stopped suddenly, raised her eyes and thought: "Speaking of which, I remember that she seems to have someone she likes... It seems to be, it seems to be a male classmate who sent her home from junior high school ?”

Yuko Ozawa stopped.

Because she never said anything to her mother about her liking Knotweed Yuren.

But this abruptly hanging knife is no more painful than the blunt knife that she got along with Knotweed Yuren, suspected that he liked others, and that he rejected her.

There is no such pain as before, as if the flesh and blood have been ripped apart.

She just wondered why her mother knew.

After her brain understood the information, Yuko Ozawa felt melancholy, as if the flower in honor of her secret love withered before it bloomed.

Speaking of it, she is really a woman who doesn't love long, she only liked Knotweed Yujin for a whole year, and she never confided in him. This love, which seemed to be self-directed and self-acted, only showed life and death in her heart.

Ozawa Yuko slowly shook her head: "...I don't seem to like him anymore."