Crush on classmate Knotweed

Yuko Ozawa didn't think much of it.

Because the other person is really a very good one, too good to be someone who can meet in reality, if it is Yoshino or Fuguro who said this, she will think about it, if it is Knotweed Yujin——

Don't think about it, he is an angel, perfect except for some bad habits that are not fastidious sometimes.

But what is a careless habit?

Just when she opened the potato chips but really couldn't eat them and apologized softly, Yuzu Yujin took them, raised her head, and poured the remaining half of the bag into her mouth at once.

The bag was thrown out clean.

"Have you finished eating?" Ozawa Yuko asked in surprise.

The boy nodded curtly.

She was dumbfounded, and couldn't help but think of her grandma, because her grandma would like such a child very much, this kind of child who can sleep well after eating casually, and is very easy to feed.

"Great," grandma's happy face suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, "Youren eats too much, he needs to grow tall and strong."

Ozawa Yuko couldn't help laughing.

"What's the matter?" The pink-haired boy who was easy to feed looked at her.

She suppressed a smile: "No, nothing."

When they went back, it was past one o'clock in the morning, and the street was almost empty. They were afraid of encountering a black car, so they went back in a quiet and empty car with their heads bowed.

Ozawa Yuko thought about some urban strange stories in fear, and soon, she thought that she was the one who solved those strange stories.

But how can she be so powerful.

When I returned to the high school, it was already late at night and fell asleep. Wild Rose was in a drowsy sleep. She turned over and left a place for her to sleep. Yuko Ozawa was lying in a place that smelled of gardenia warmed by her. fall asleep.

When she was half asleep and half awake, she saw Briar Rose put on lipstick when the day was rising, and she came closer:

"We're going to go out with Supervisor Akira Nitta to deal with something today," she explained. "There are probably three victims. The situation seems to be quite complicated. Maybe we can come back tonight."

Ozawa Yuko's voice was intermittent, "...Come on, come back early."

The door slammed shut.

The next second, she sat up with a feeling that something was wrong. Should the four of them go or all of them go? She seldom meets everyone getting together to complete a mission. Isn't this mission particularly dangerous?

Could it be possible that the three victims were all killed by a curse spirit?This wouldn't be a special curse like the fingers of the two-faced Su Nuo, would it?

"I hope my friends can come back safely." She made a wish after finishing her makeup.

After coming out of the hospital, Jia Ruozi pointed to the other side: "...it's more useful to make a wish over there."

"I made a wish here, and Jie's arm almost broke." She explained, and Ozawa Yuko obediently walked to the other side, "It's even better to make a wish over there, the girl Wu and Jie are protecting will die immediately gone."

Yuko Ozawa opened his eyes in surprise.

"You have...can you bless your students?" She changed her words angrily.

Jia Ruozi shrugged: "I'm telling the truth."

She turned her back, rolled her eyes angrily, and took a long time to calm down.

Ozawa Yuko's tone became calmer: "Miss Iari, please speak more nicely next time, as your student, I don't want to hear this either... Forget it, I don't expect you to listen, you should just say 'Jie 'Who is it?'

"You don't know me." The housekeeper lazily opened the door.

She clicked her tongue: "Of course I don't know him, and I'm not at the same level as me. However, besides you, there are probably not many people who know him."

The woman's knuckle-knuckle hands paused.

"I don't know." The untrimmed black hair behind her shook, "Anyway, he didn't become a teacher, maybe he died, maybe he was fooling around with some unknown girl?"

It seems that this Jay is really popular.

The work of a doctor is still so boring, but finally there is no need to deal with the corpse of the curse spirit, and now she teaches her how to learn to ask a doctor, because according to Jia Ruozi, this is the important job of a doctor.

"There are some who know that they have been seriously injured," said Jia Ruozi, "but most of them are suspicious and get sick on their own, and there are many relapses of old diseases."

"So, how to judge their condition is a very common task..."

When Ozawa Yuko returned to the dormitory with thick books on her back, she felt helpless, and there was another book to memorize, but fortunately, conjurers rarely get the diseases that ordinary people will get, so the diseases they can get rare.

But the conjurer dies too.

Yuko Ozawa passed by the dark hydrangeas in the backyard and saw a room without light. She felt bad and ran indoors, but there was no light behind every door.

There was no one there.

Yuko Ozawa felt something was wrong for a moment, because they always came back earlier than her, even before the summer vacation, she looked outside with some concern, and ran back decisively.

"Miss Jiaru!" She ran over, "They're all gone!"

Jiarui Nitzi was using a syringe in the infirmary.

She flicked the syringe with her fingers, and looked over when she heard the sound. There was a blond man with a bandage on his left hand sitting beside the bed. His eyes were closed, and he looked like he was enduring pain.

Jia Ruozi cocked his head, "It's just in time, let's use the injection I taught you this morning on Qi Hai."

If she were Qi Haijian, she would rather die now.

Yuko Ozawa smiled dryly, took the syringe, holding the mentality of 'I'm sorry but this is what the teacher said, so you are unlucky to meet me', and quickly put it into his arm just like in the memory A bundle.

Qihai snorted.

"They're all gone," Ozawa Yuko turned her head aggrievedly, "It must have happened to something very dangerous, right?"

Go and call the supervisor she doesn't know.

Jia Ruozi waved his hand, "It's okay, you can save your life anyway. Don't think about it, just help me work overtime."

So she worked overtime for three more hours, and it was early in the morning when she came back. Only at this time did she see that the light was turned on in the room over there, and she immediately ran over excitedly.

Only then did I see a few of them coming back exhausted.

"Aren't you injured?" She asked eagerly, "Do you need me to treat it?"

Wild Rose shook her head wearily, so she looked at Fukuroi, who had a red sleeping mark on one side, and Knotaba Yuhito, who was lowering her head and changing shoes next to her. Junpei was blocked behind, but their expressions seemed to be They are all very dignified.

Yuko Ozawa quickly changed the subject: "Do you want to rest early? Are you hungry? Let me cook for you."

"Okay," Wild Rose gave her face tiredly, "a bowl of Xin ramen."

"What about you?" she asked.

"Is it the same?"

"I'll go with you." Knotabagi Yuhito said with his head down.

He changed his shoes, raised his head, and looked straight at Ozawa Yuko, but soon, the amber pair fell down quickly, and he smiled nonchalantly.

"It's all Xinla's face, right?" Ozawa Yuko asked again with doubts, "Then I'll cook it."

She waited for a while, and when the knotweed Yuren came to her side, the two of them walked into the kitchen in silence, turned on the fire, put several packets of bread in the pot, and added a lot of seasonings.

Ozawa Yuko asked strangely: "Do you still want to crack eggs?"

It took a long time before Yuzhang Youren, who had been standing stiffly, came back to his senses. He tapped the egg in his hand and poured it into the pot. The grapefruit-scented egg liquid reflected his dazed face.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Yuko Ozawa stretched out her hand tentatively, and touched his strong and strong arm, and Yuzu Yuhito, who was hurt, quickly dodged away as if worried.

"Are you all right?" she asked worriedly, "Did you encounter something at Bridge 88?"

He fluttered his eyelashes stiffly for a moment.

After a while, the young man pretended to be relaxed and said with a hearty smile: "It's nothing serious, but a lot of interesting things happened, do you want to know? Fu Hei was a delinquent before, and he has a sister..."

Yuko Ozawa let out a sound of surprise.

She felt that Fuhei, who was always angry, was quite similar to the bad guy, and she wasn't too surprised, but it was the attitude of Knotabagi Youruhito that made her terrified.

"We also fought with the curse spirit," the boy next to him blinked his eyelashes and forced a laugh again. "It turns out that the curse spirit has brothers, and it is so strange that he can still cry..."

Ozawa Yuko probably guessed that he was upset because of this reason.

She exhaled, this reason is much better than collecting Su Nuo's fingers, after all, the boy next to him will be executed by the higher-ups after collecting all twenty fingers.

Ozawa Yuko: "Tired?"

"They must have spoken comforting words to you," she thought about explaining her point of view, "so, I won't say more, Knotweed, I just hope that you don't have to deliberately maintain a very cheerful look when you are by my side."

This looks very tiring.

Knotweed Youruhito breathed out, his lips pursed slightly, his 15-year-old protein-filled face was a little dry.

It took him a long time to adjust: "Do you know how Wild Rose persuaded me? She said that we are accomplices."

Sure enough, it was Wild Rose's way of persuading people.

Yuko Ozawa felt much better when she thought of her.

She is very selfish and doesn't care about those curse spirits at all. Anyway, curse spirits are born every day, and people die every day, as long as her acquaintances are fine.

Like the teacher Jia Ruozi, the two of them have no extra affection for the dying person they are not familiar with.

However, the biggest feature of Knotabagi Yourhito is that he sympathizes with everyone equally, and a humane curse spirit will also be the object of his sympathy.

Yuko Ozawa looked at the steaming pot.

She sighed softly, "Knotweed..."

"Ozawa, tell me," the pink-haired boy immediately broke free from his memories and asked as if nothing had happened. "How are you and Yukimura?"

Ozawa Yuko widened her eyes in surprise.

Why did you mention Yukimura Seiki again?What does this topic have to do with Yukimura, she wondered suspiciously, this would not be a failed way for this high EQ to change the subject.

She acquiesced that the other party didn't want to hear those comforting words.

Yuko Ozawa said frankly: "It's nothing, our relationship has always been normal."

"Is it normal?" He raised his eyebrows in amazement, "I think Ozawa is a very feminine person, you should just talk to him more, maybe you guys come out too little?"

She shied away: "A lot, but maybe we don't have a lot of fate..."

Yukimura-kun really loves to play tennis, and the homepage also plays tennis. I look for him every day to play tennis.

And she doesn't really have any interest in tennis.

"But if you haven't even tried it," said Hirohito Kianojo thoughtfully, "you don't know what fate is, do you? You should ask him if he can go to the gymnasium of Kanagawa University to watch him train?"

Ozawa Yuko turned her head puzzled.

He was stunned: "Eh? Didn't you know that he said he was going to Kanagawa University's gymnasium for training?"

She laughed dryly a few times.

"But, maybe," she said racking her brains, "I'm the one who likes silently. I like to see the person I like have a good life. I don't want to be with him."

Knotabazu Yuhito was dumbfounded.

After a while, he made a silly voice: "Huh?"

"Yeah," she tried to pretend to be familiar with all this, "I just hope that he lives well, and I have no other thoughts. I just check on his Twitter to see if he is doing well..."

"But isn't this his tweet from three days ago?" Knotabagi Yuhito asked inexplicably.

Ozawa Yuko stood there stiffly.

She moved her eyes in confusion, the boiled noodles were being boiled dizzy, just like her head, the whole head was slowly burning red.

And his thinking voice was still ringing above his head: "I thought that everyone who likes someone else can't help but pay attention to her, pay attention to her, and observe her every move."

"I, I am," Ozawa Yuko grabbed a straw in a panic, "the one who will control my liking for others."

She will not allow herself to put too much energy into a relationship that will not end.

This point of view, which she had been neglecting all along, was discovered. Yuko Ozawa thought about it and it fit her, so she couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief: "... If you pay too much attention, you will like it too much."

"That's it," Knotabagi Yuhito let out an epiphany, "I've learned it!"

She turned her head away in relief.

The next second, Ozawa Yuko felt wrong: "Who are you talking about?"

Why did he use the word "feminine" just now?

It stands to reason that they were discussing Yukimura just now, so he should use him instead of her.

The boy froze for a second, "Huh?"

Yuko Ozawa snorted, and started to play dumb again, forget it, if he doesn't want to, just stop talking, as if she really needs to know this gossip.

"I do have a girl I like," Knotabagi Yuhito admitted bluntly, "But I'm probably the same as Ozawa-san, and I'm also the type who wants the person I like to have a good life."

Yuko Ozawa panicked for a moment.

"Would you mind telling me who she is?" she asked sullenly.

What is the magical power of that girl?

She hoped that she must be so good that she would be submissive, otherwise Yuko Ozawa would be too sad for the self who lost dozens of catties for him and did all kinds of research and felt sorry for herself.

Knotabagi Yuhito looked down at her a few times.

He saw her drooping hair, he hesitated to say anything, it seemed that many emotions were not as loud as boiling water.

After a while, he sniffed, and then the sound sounded above her head: "No, Ozawa, you should ask Yukimura who he likes, not me."

The pot is almost burnt.