Crush on classmate Knotweed

The places where I see the most teachers of Wujo are restaurants and Zaxue.

Because he has always been elusive, frequent business trips make him disappear from the students' sight from time to time, but he still has most of the whereabouts of the students, so everyone jokes with him in awe.

"Have you finished eating?" he asked with a smile. "It's getting late, children."

"Hey, Mr. Wutiao really sounds like a weather forecaster. It will rain heavily tonight. I hope all the citizens put away their clothes."

Knotaba Yuhito gags and imitates the voice of the announcer.

Around the table are all the dishes they eat, among which the knotweed has the most dishes, and the others are obviously less. Of course, Yuko Ozawa has the least.

Because she didn't eat dinner at all.

The story of her quitting sugar and oil became widely circulated this time, because not only the students around her, but even Wutiao teacher was surprised that there was a student who didn't eat at night.

He looked around exaggeratedly: "If you don't have the energy to get up in the morning, what will you do if you fight?"

"I can have breakfast." Yuko Ozawa replied.

"What if you were beaten at night?" Teacher Wutiao approached curiously, "What if you are beaten to death because you have no strength?"

She reminded: "I can save myself with the inversion technique."

"What if it happened to be gone at that time?" He looked around like a strange baby, "What if you had no strength at that time and were beaten to death by a curse master or a curse spirit?"

Teacher Wutiao asked a series of questions quickly and in surprise, but before she could speak, he held his chin while talking to himself.

"That's right, you have the inversion spell, you can save yourself in any way, but what if your companions also need to be rescued? You can use the domain expansion to save people at the same time..."

Yuko Ozawa couldn't insert her mouth at all.

Listening to the string of rambling conjectures in her ear, she suddenly recalled the expressions of most of the supervisors when they stood with Teacher Wutiao. The boredom, impatience and indifference were not because of their indifference, but because of——

They realized that this was a big stage time for Gojo Satoru to talk to himself alone.

She smiled and licked the petals she had just painted with lip gloss.

"...Ah, it smells so delicious." Mr. Wujo suddenly jumped into the dessert shop beside him.

Yuko Ozawa turned her face to the side, caught a glimpse of the students who were not surprised, she lowered her head and rushed towards them in embarrassment. Before she could successfully sneak in, a steaming little ball came down in front of her.

"Do you want to eat?" Yuzu Yujin shook his hand.

Yuko Ozawa's eyes slowly focused. It was a takoyaki with bonito flakes on it: "Thank you, I won't eat it."

"You really don't want to eat?" He naturally walked beside her side by side, "You won't be nesting in the kitchen again when you go back, making sushi vinegar with cabbage, or stealing instant noodles to eat when you are so hungry."

Yuko Ozawa turned her head in astonishment: "How do you know?"

She did have a few days when she was so hungry that she couldn't help but go to the kitchen to eat in the middle of the night, but it was very late at that time, and the time was not gathered together. How did he know about this?

"At that time, I just got up to drink water," Knotabagi Yujin shrugged, "I saw you several times."

Omg.

Ozawa Yuko instantly thought of the indecent gesture of herself wearing only a small suspender and caressing in the dark kitchen, but compared to this, it was obviously advocating dieting, but in fact it left people with the impression that eating secretly at night seemed to be more important. embarrassed.

This time the person who tried to correct the impression became her: "I didn't sneak in to eat every day."

"Is that so," he nodded, and asked her earnestly again, frowning. "But since you will be hungry at night, do you want to eat something now?"

Yuko Ozawa looked at him worriedly.

She really wanted to explain why she didn't eat at night, and why she was hungry at night, but the reason behind it seemed to be very sympathetic, especially for the person next to her.

Once Knotabagi Youren sympathizes with her, he will treat her well, and then maybe she will make the same mistakes again.

She shook her head: "...Hey, Junpei, shall we still go to the midnight movie?"

Junpei, who was buying dorayaki with Megumi Fushiguro, turned his head.

He glanced at them and smiled stiffly: "Are you still going with me, Ozawa?"

"Go," Ozawa Yuko stared at him seriously, "Didn't we agree that the rerun of "The Grudge 2" will only be scary if you watch it at night?"

Shunping said dryly: "But you don't think the theater we booked is too far away..."

"Let's take a taxi," she said in a nonchalant tone, "It's okay, I still have the money for the taxi back and forth."

He smiled dryly and didn't answer. He looked behind her with wandering eyes, and hesitantly stopped in place.

"Shunpei, why didn't you ask me out?" Knotabagi Yuhito suddenly said.

Junpei turned his face dully: "Eh, because you seem to have watched too many horror movies... Well, Ozawa said that he hasn't watched it much, so we two should go watch it?"

Fu Heihui gently pushed behind him.

Junpei struggled for a few times, gritted his teeth, took out the movie ticket he had bought, and stuffed it into Knotabazu Yuhito's hand.

"Suddenly I don't want to watch it," he turned his head and said to Ozawa Yuko, "I suddenly feel very boring, Ozawa, go watch it with Youruhito."

Yuko Ozawa was surprised: "But I also bought your favorite salty popcorn in TOHO."

"It's okay," Shunping hurriedly turned his back and quickly added. "I'm full, you can give the popcorn to the knotweed, anyway, he can eat it, and he's not picky!"

She opened her mouth in surprise, and before she continued to ask politely, she saw Briar, who had just finished trying on colors from the nail salon, walking towards her.

Ye Qiangwei was carrying a few bottles of samples, staring straight at Ozawa Yuko as she came, but when she walked up to Fu Heihui, the two boys each stretched out a hand, wrapped her shoulders and turned to the right past.

"What?" she raised her voice angrily.

"Let's go," Junpei quickly persuaded in a friendly voice, "Kagizaki, otherwise we won't be able to get a taxi back."

Yuko Ozawa was a little strange, she watched them finish walking, a strange thought that she didn't dare to think was entwined on the vine in her heart, and she quickly swat it away like a fly.

She turned around and caught a glimpse of the surprised and bewildered Knotabazu Yujin, the pink-haired boy scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Let's go?" he tentatively asked.

Ozawa Yuko nodded blankly.

They took a taxi together to the Midnight Cinema in Mihua Town, and when they got off the bus, she glanced reassuringly at the Mihua Town Police Station not far away before going in and using the online ticket to get his drink and popcorn alone.

There were very few people watching movies at this time, the entire theater was empty and echoes could be heard, and a couple entered the movie theater earlier than them.

The entire movie theater was just a couple of them.

"Speaking of which," Yuzuki Yuhito's voice came from the top of his head, "You and Junpei eat popcorn while watching horror movies, are you going to let your mouth go?"

Yuko Ozawa's vision dimmed as she entered the theater.

She shook her head: "It's not me who eats."

Junping watched more bloody, violent, B-grade movies, maybe he was not so afraid of some sensitive scenes, so his appetite was also good?

"Anyway, I don't have much appetite." His muffled voice came, "I can't eat after watching horror movies, I'm sorry, the popcorn you bought will go to waste."

Yuzu Yuhito looked down at the bucket of popcorn, imitating American-style salty and sweet flavors converging and erupting in the air, but this wonderful taste unexpectedly overwhelmed his appetite.

His stomach was kneaded by someone, and he couldn't hold it back anymore, so he turned his head: "Why do you want to watch a movie with Shunping?"

"Ah?" Ozawa Yuko rubbed and adjusted the seat in the dark, "Because I want to watch it, but it's not safe for a girl to come out at night, right? So I asked him, and he said that he could come out together to watch with me. .”

That's it.

Knotabagi Yuhito looked at the screen, rationally told him that this concern was correct, but an uncontrollable other thought seemed to make the screen that was slowly lighting up in the movie lose the excitement that followed.

"...I can also come out and watch with you." The boy's voice suppressed his emotions.

Why is it him?

"Junpei prefers to watch movies," Ozawa Yuko stared at the big screen without notice, "You prefer to watch TV, isn't there a big gap between TV and movies?"

"I watch movies too." He added sullenly.

Knotabagi Yuhito lowered his eyes in frustration, thought for a while, then leaned over again, and asked stickily against her ear: "If you still want to go out at night in the future, can you give me priority?"

The answer was that Yuko Ozawa patted him on the shoulder reassuringly.

"To consider or not to consider?" He continued to ask anxiously.

She only turned her head this time, and saw Yuzu Yuren holding her chin, a pair of canine-shaped amber eyes staring at her brightly, inexplicably like a large dog waiting to be fed.

"Consider," Ozawa Yuko finished answering absent-mindedly, and then approached curiously, "Actually, I've always wanted to ask, is your hair natural?"

"That's right, I haven't dyed it before." Knotabagi Yujin casually brushed his hair, "If you don't believe me, you can touch it."

She couldn't wait to reach out her hand, passed over his trembling eyelashes, and touched the pink hair that was shining in the darkness, her palm was immediately filled with the feeling of fur.

Yuko Ozawa, a hair-touching lover, immediately fell in love with it. She touched it back and forth, and then retracted with all her strength.

"What's wrong?" He opened his eyes and asked.

Yuko Ozawa withdrew her hand: "The movie is halfway through the opening."

She turned around, pressed one hand on the other's wrist, trying to swallow what happened just now, because she was fascinated by touching a boy's head, and it seemed that she couldn't explain it.

But Yujin Yuzu who looked at her looked like a big dog.

The more Yuko Ozawa thought about it, the more she couldn't help the eagerness in her heart.

She exhaled, trying to restrain herself from looking to her side, and cast her eyes on the quiet and weird screen, slowly immersed in the movie.

In the movie, Kyoko, who has just lost her child, clutches her stomach, looking up at the sky helplessly and pitifully, preparing to move to the new home that Kayako cursed, looking forward to a beautiful new life after moving.

...Although everyone knows the consequences of moving to Kayako's house.

Yuko Ozawa gradually felt a cold air lifted from the ground to the soles of her shoes, she lifted her feet secretly, and the sandals were raised above the gap between the seat and the ground.

It seemed that she was afraid that a Kayako hand would stick out of the gap and grab her ankle.

"This house is really big," Jingzi's mother looked around, then turned her head and said softly. "Sit down, I'll cook something for you, after all, you're not in good health."

The silent music sounded again.

Yuko Ozawa's cold hair was blown on end by the cold wind. She took several breaths, and her whole body was almost curled up, as if the back of her neck was about to be touched by Kayako's icy hands.

Frightened and frightened, she looked up and saw Jingzi's mother ignorantly beating eggs in the kitchen, and the eggs suddenly released a grapefruit-scented liquid——

And Ozawa Yuko's stomach growled.

so awkward!

She stared wide-eyed, covered her stomach with her elbows, and curled up nervously, not daring to raise her head for a long time.

Ozawa Yuko didn't dare to look back, for fear of being peeped into her embarrassment, she tried hard to recall whether the sound of the movie was loud just now, and now she very much hoped that the sound of pure music just now was loud enough to cover her hunger ——

The salty cold popcorn was right next to her.

Yuko Ozawa stiffened several times, thanked her softly, feeling ashamed to death.

She reached out to grab a handful, arched her back, finished eating vaguely, and couldn't help but grabbed a handful and continued to eat. She complained that she had eaten too much, but she was really hungry.

Yuko Ozawa sat up quickly, because if she bowed again, she would eat all the popcorn.

The boy's slender and strong fingers trembled: "Are you still eating?"

The woman on the screen screamed.

It may be due to being in the hospital recently, Yuko Ozawa is no longer surprised by the bloody things, she swallowed her saliva, but her appetite became stronger.

She finally couldn't help it: "Thank you."

But after eating the last bit of popcorn, Ozawa Yuko was still not full, and even hungrier.

The young man stared at the screen intently, and the words seemed to float over inadvertently: "...In fact, what Teacher Wutiao invited us to eat would be better."

That is to say, her weight loss is at the end of the day.

"I, I don't want to," Yuko Ozawa said distressedly, "It's just that the infirmary always closes at ten o'clock, and there is no time to eat at night, and I can't eat so late when I come back."

"You should eat when you're hungry." Yuzu Yujin said word by word.

"Then I won't be hungry at all when you are eating," she propped her face helplessly, "my biological clock seems to have been adjusted badly, and I only get hungry at night, but I practice the 15 o'clock weight loss method .”

It is a way to lose weight by eating and drinking before 15 o'clock, and then not eating anything.

The teenager explained the facts: "But you are already very thin, and you exercise a lot, you should eat more tonic."

"But I got fat at the beginning because I ate too much." She replied sadly, "Only the world of fat people thinks about eating every day, and the world of thin people is all kinds of other things, and now I am like this again. "

My mind is full of thoughts about what to eat.

This is a bit embarrassing, because her weight loss experience and her current disordered state seem not at all suitable for being persuaded in a normal way.

Knotabagi Yuhito turned his head, "How did the lady of that family settle for dinner?"

"She went to the izakaya after get off work," Yuko Ozawa recalled. "She drank and smoked all night. She sent me a message at three o'clock before, and continued to work the next day in a sluggish way."

Seems even more unhealthy.

"Why didn't you tell her that you need time to eat at night?" Knotabagi Yujin asked strangely.

"But Miss Jiaru doesn't eat at night," she kicked her legs embarrassingly. "And I'm really not hungry in the afternoon. I'm only hungry at night. When I'm not hungry, I try not to eat."

Because she ate a lot before 15:[-].

Yuko Ozawa's dangling legs stopped.

He lowered his head and pondered for a while, then suddenly came up with an idea, his eyes lit up suddenly: "Or I'll get fat with you."

She turned her head in surprise.

"Although I think it doesn't matter how many pounds you put on," he added, and said with his own words. "And the same people don't laugh at each other. Maybe if I'm fat, it doesn't matter if you are fat?"

Ozawa Yuko bent her lower lip and quickly withdrew it: "...deceive yourself."

And he doesn't get fat after eating so much.

Sullenly, she suppressed another burst of appetite.

And the boy next to him raised his hand, and the black watch mirror on his wrist seemed to be able to see his eyebrows tightened, as if he was thinking about how to persuade her, a marginal person with obstacles in her heart.

He always does.

I must feel that she is so pitiful again.

Ozawa Yuko was considered tall, and they said she was beautiful, so logically she could be considered an iceberg beauty, but in his eyes, she seemed to be a sick child who couldn't even walk.

"I don't need you to sympathize with me," she said in a low voice, "don't sympathize with me anymore."

The last thing she needed from him before was sympathy.

Same now.

The chin of the knotweed Yuhito was reflected on the cold watch surface, as if he was able to think more, suddenly, there was a quick wit, he took off the watch with a smile, his eyes were close, and his fingers were moving the hands.

She glanced away strangely.

"Dangdang," he happily lowered his voice, "it's 14 o'clock, Miss Ozawa, and now is the correct time. Alice's rabbit took the wrong pocket watch before."

The time on the black watch is exactly 14 o'clock.

Yuko Ozawa burst out laughing.

Knotweed Yujin brought over the things he bought around him: "I bought these to eat while I was watching TV, let's eat them quickly, just for this one night."

"I suggest you eat at normal time in the future," he thought seriously, "after all, according to the 15 o'clock method, you didn't eat less, but more."

Yuko Ozawa listened and looked in the bag.

The bag is full of things like potato chips, cola, and donuts, which are very calorie-intensive, so she reproachfully chose a potato chip: "...it's all your fault."

The boy was taken aback.

Because I was beaten on the leg by a little girl.

"Eat more," he pursed his lips, and urged after realizing it, "You will eat well in the future anyway, right? This is the last time you ate near the wee hours of the morning?"

"I won't."

Yuko Ozawa complained and opened the potato chips: "I will blame you for getting fat in the future."

The girl's long chestnut hair hung down on her shoulders, shaking due to the movement, and there were some traces of curling at the end of her hair.

"I don't think you're fat," Knotabagi Yujin comforted her again, with consistent empathy or sincerity. "Whether you are fat or thin, you are more special than others in my heart."

The voice behind is very soft.