Crush on classmate Knotweed

This is definitely a big mistake.

Yuko Ozawa buried her head under a thick medical book.

When the two of them rushed out with instant noodles, the noodles were all mushy, and then the two of them explained this matter many times. As a result, the end of the whole thing changed inexplicably, and she raised her mobile phone and asked Yukimura.

She originally had the idea of ​​'If you bring more people, Yukimura will definitely refuse', but he agreed.

Then the others said they were too tired and needed to rest in Tokyo, so—

Now it's her going to Kanagawa Prefecture with Knotaba Yuhito.

Yuzu Yuhito's face was close to the glass: "Wow, as expected, we are approaching Yokohama, and the surrounding scenery is becoming more and more western-style. You won't see foreigners when you come down?"

"There are blond-haired and blue-eyed foreigners everywhere," he raised his cheeks longingly, "but I don't know much English by accident, what a..."

Ozawa Yuko's muffled voice came from the pile of books: "...I can't either."

Knotaba Yuhito was about to say that he was stupid for a moment.

"What two idiots." He answered dryly.

This unexpected sentence made the two of them fall into a kind of silence. They sat face to face, and then looked at each other without saying a word. This matter was obviously more embarrassing.

She resisted and rolled her eyes: "By the way, it's really a pity that Wild Rose didn't come."

"If Wild Rose, ah no, Nagasaki is here," he said unexpectedly, "Don't look at me like that, I just listened to your address, anyway, she will definitely be very excited when she comes."

Knotabagi Yuhito began to imitate her expectant tone: "Great, the city is so beautiful, I really like it here... I didn't mean her."

"I know," Yuko Ozawa nodded lightly, and quickly looked away again. "She didn't come because she was injured. If she didn't hide my arm injury last night, she might come today."

But she chose to find Miss Glass.

Ye Qiangwei is such a beautiful girl, but for the sake of her energy, she would rather delay the treatment for a while.

Yuko Ozawa looked out of the car with her chin resting on her chin. The girl's thoughtful face was reflected on the glass. She thought that she had prescribed some medicine for Wild Rose, and she would recover soon, and she could bring some gifts back with her.

She suddenly regretted again and again.

Regretted asking Yukimura if he could bring one more person, and the others were not free, so he could play a nympho girl in front of his former crush——

Yuko Ozawa looked away in embarrassment.

Another figure on the glass also bounced her body following her movements, which made the slender and sensitive girl immediately understand something. She looked back in disbelief, and happened to see the boy pursing his lips as if nothing had happened.

After a while, Knotabagi Yujin smiled: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay," she suppressed her thoughts hesitantly, and felt that she was too self-indulgent. "I just think, is it about to stop?"

There was no way this man was actually looking at her.

Yuko Ozawa smiled knowingly.

She doesn't have any qualities that make the opposite sex like her, except for her face, but Knotaba Yuhito is the most disrespectful little boy in the world, maybe he was thinking about something just now.

It's all because it's too embarrassing for adolescent boys and girls to go out together.

The two of them walked out of the car door quietly together.

The two squeezed out in the crowded station. Yuko Ozawa couldn't walk fast due to the large number of people. She had to keep a close eye on the tall and strong figure of the young man, for fear that she would lose sight of her suddenly.

She thought for a while, and stretched out her hand, scaring the boy in front of her.

Knotabagi Yuhito looked sideways in panic, "What's the matter?"

"If I can't find you," she reproached in a low voice, her voice becoming crying and coquettish. "If you go again, I really can't find you, and then we will be lost."

He was half softened by the tone of these words.

The boy's mind was obviously down for a while, all his emotions were messed up by her, and the muscles on his face were almost uncontrollable.

After a while, he exhaled and said, "No, I'm just wondering whether to eat revolving sushi."

"Eat revolving sushi," Ozawa Yuko wondered, "Do you want to go to Chinatown when you come to Yokohama?"

It's like going to space and eating fresh vegetables.

Youruhito's thoughts were briefly connected to his thoughts, he scratched his head, and said with a smile: "...I eat too much."

"Yes," she nodded, remembering the boy's amazing appetite. "But after eating the revolving sushi and going to Chinatown, we don't have enough time to rush to Kanagawa University."

He hung his head belatedly: "Yes."

Ozawa Yuko somehow felt that after hearing this specific word, he seemed listless, like a dejected dog.

"It's okay, we can go to Chinatown to eat food when we go back at night," she softly comforted the dog, "you can eat whatever you want at noon, anyway, if you smell the sweat all over the place, you will lose your appetite."

"Would you lose your appetite?" He asked worriedly.

Yuko Ozawa nodded seriously.

Knotabagi Yuhito said dumbfoundedly, "Then shall we go eat revolving sushi first?"

She hurriedly turned her head to check whether she had enough things, and then walked to the revolving sushi shop with peace of mind. She didn't notice that the boy stopped at the shop door and secretly sniffed her coat.

And Yuko Ozawa sat in the store without knowing why.

This kind of shop is usually born to meet the time, so the decoration is simple, but the sense of technology is strong, because every sushi is made by the back kitchen, and it is directly put on the plate and transported out by the conveyor belt.

Customers can take whatever they want, and the clerk will come to check out after they have finished eating.

Generally speaking, the chef prepares the sushi at the counter and hands it to the guests directly, so that the guests can taste the freshness of the sushi, while the revolving sushi is eaten by people who are in a hurry or have little money and knowledge.

Yuko Ozawa suddenly thought of Wild Rose, who had been clamoring to eat revolving sushi before.

She turned her head and saw Knotabagi Yuren: "Knotweed, when you were on a mission, did you and Ye Qiangwei eat revolving sushi outside?"

"Ah?" The boy turned his face stained with sushi vinegar, "What?"

Yuko Ozawa repeated helplessly: "Have you and Wild Rose ever eaten revolving sushi outside?"

His shaggy pink hair swayed quickly.

When the boy stopped, a wisp of pink hair rested on his forehead, and his cheeks were bulging from eating: "No, I eat revolving sushi because Wild Rose hasn't eaten it."

Ozawa Yuko raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"She knew she was making a joke," he swallowed a mouthful of sushi, "I didn't mention it, I knew she wanted to eat it, hey, how about we send it to her on the line?"

One side of Knotabagi Youroto's cheeks puffed up because of his expression: "... angry at her."

She stared back in surprise.

It's Wild Rose Nagizaki, it's this type... But think about it, they go out on a lot of missions, Wild Rose is very capable, has a bold personality, and looks pretty.

But she is not his ideal type with tall butt and big butt.

Yuko Ozawa lowered his head and thought for a while, and his mood immediately turned gray. After all, he was praised by him for being so fat. He knew that ideal type and reality were not the same thing.

She sat there blankly, holding up her chopsticks, chewing the cold sushi tastelessly in her mouth.

It seemed to be sad, but it also seemed to be mixed with a bit of painful congratulations. She knew that the knotweed was a good person, and that the wild rose was very good. As a bystander, it would be great to see the two of them together.

But she felt so pitiful.

If she had known that he would have someone she liked, if she had known that he would fall in love, she would definitely control herself and not be moved.

"Knotweed," she whispered, her eyes blushing. "If you have a girl you like, you won't be together, right? After all, you both..."

Yuko Ozawa hesitated to say something about him.

The boy froze for a while while eating: "...that's right, I won't delay others."

She responded with a muffled breath.

And Knotaba Yuhito held the small porcelain bowl in a daze, the sushi stained with vinegar and wasabi was caught by the sharp chopsticks, stagnated in the air for a long time, and finally stuffed it into his mouth.

Unexpectedly, what was said in the movie was right, you really can't hide your liking.

Still found out by her.

He bowed his head and thought about it, but he didn't think of anything, so he simply said frankly with some embarrassment: "...In fact, it's good to be ordinary friends, what do you think?"

It's impossible to be together anyway.

Yuko Ozawa exhaled heavily, for his untimely love and friend's dying luck, all the unwillingness and entanglement turned into a puddle of heartache.

"Yeah, that's pretty good too." She agreed.

The juvenile Huber pupils were blocked by thin eyelashes.

So for some reason, no one spoke on the way to Kanagawa University. It seemed that both of them fell into the emotion of being known by the other, and both seemed to feel that speaking would break the atmosphere of self-deception.

For a moment, she felt that there was a cat hiding in her chest.

Yuko Ozawa wanted to tell Ye Qiangwei the news, but rationally persuaded her to stop, after all, both of them were her friends.

The cat was scurrying back and forth on her chest, its hair scratching her itchy spot, but the pointed armor pressed against her neck again, and finally the tormented girl sighed in distress.

In the unobstructed view of the gymnasium, only the rolling of the racket and the breathing of the boy next to him can be clearly heard.

"Do you want to go there?" Knotaba Yuhito on the side looked at the training ground expressionlessly and asked.

The boys off the court were sweating profusely with their rackets.

Ozawa Yuko turned her head blankly: "Huh?"

"Let's go," he adjusted his expression, turned around and asked, "After all, they were training when we first came here. I saw that their fight was almost done this time. You should go over and bring water to Yukimura."

She slowly struggled out of her thoughts.

Yuko Ozawa was embarrassed to say what she was thinking just now, so she responded vaguely, and then he stuffed a bottle of water in his hand.

The cold water bottle was warmed by someone.

Yuzu Yujin straightened his lips, struggled for a moment, and looked at her with clear amber pupils: "Go and bring water to the boy you like."

"Should I go?" Her voice was suspicious, "But in such a large group of people, if I only deliver water to one person, isn't it impolite and bad?"

"It's okay, the boy will feel very... proud." He used this word carefully.

It would be like this if he was given a glass of water by Ozawa.

Yuko Ozawa said slowly, thank you, she took the water, and walked slowly down from the stands, followed by a group of people surrounded by a handsome boy wearing a white headband. .

Sanada with a hat on his head teased, "Another one who likes you?"

"Ozawa has a boyfriend," Yukimura said lightly, and the next second, he smiled and took the water in her hand. "Thank you and wish you and your boyfriend together forever."

Ozawa Yuko shook her head, "No, Yukimura-kun, he is my friend."

Yukimura choked on the water with a smile.

"Are you really a friend?" He put down the water bottle, and raised his chin to the back knowingly.

She looked back puzzled, and saw a familiar figure had long since disappeared from the stands. The sturdy boy jumped a few steps lightly. He exhaled, and all his emotions turned into a bright smile:

"Let's have a fight, Yukimura." Kojou Yujin's burning eyes shot at him.

Yukimura smiled slyly at Ozawa: "Look?"

Yuko Ozawa has not yet recalled this sentence, the olive green soft ball jumped in front of her eyes, and with emotion, it quickly crossed to the other side of the net, and was held by it all the time Yukimura of the racket caught it.

He almost spilled the water in his other hand on himself.

Yukimura reacted immediately, put the bottle into Sanada's hand, and swung the tennis ball that he never left his hand: "You actually engaged in a sneak attack."

The tennis ball that was hit was thrown back high.

Yukimura caught it easily.

But soon, the small olive green balls seemed to be thrown over fiercely, as if with the anger of the server, and the balls were served more and more frequently and vigorously.

Soon, Yukimura, who was originally leisurely and leisurely, gradually became serious, his wrists began to exert force, and his face showed a bit of seriousness.

On the other hand, the boy on the other side moves like a sensitive leopard, running fast on the field, and his vigorous posture can almost only see him hitting the ball and thinking about the parabola of the soft ball.

The next moment, Yukimura Seiichi also started running.

He was also taken aback by the young man's energy. Although he knew a lot of tennis skills, the opponent's physical strength was really frightening.

Yuzu Yuhito's body seemed to become more vigorous as he played, and the soft ball moved so fast in the air that the onlookers could almost only see each other's movements and the swing of the ball.

It's like two leopards fighting for food.

Sanada suddenly came over, "Hey, did he learn tennis?"

Ozawa Yuko shook her head.

"Then he is quite talented," he commented, "or transfer from a school in Tokyo to Likai University. Our school is the best high school for tennis in Japan."

Knotabagi Yuhito's playing has indeed become more organized.

But she didn't know how to explain the conjurer to the other party, and learning conjuration was more promising, so she shook her head.As a result, the uncovered water bottle on the ground was stepped on, and she exclaimed, almost tripping to the ground.

Water spilled all over the place.

The nimble little tiger stopped immediately: "Are you all right?"

"It seems not." She stared at the wet shoes and socks in disappointment.

Immediately afterwards, the olive green soft ball hit the forehead of Polygonum cuspidatum straightly, causing him to cover his head in pain, and rubbed it vigorously several times: "Hiss, it hurts, the more you hit, the more stupid you will be." gone."

Ozawa Yuko raised her eyes worriedly.

"You let me down so much," Yukimura, who was dripping with sweat, shook his wrist, showing disappointment on his face, "You were distracted from playing, that's why you lost."

Knotweed bared his teeth and covered his forehead.

Ozawa Yuko ran over, the shoes soaked in the water made her breathe a few breaths, but she was still able to ask, "Kumizhang, are you okay?"

You can almost see her tearful eyes when you look down.

"It's okay," he exhaled, and immediately let go of his bruised forehead, straightened his chest nonchalantly, "It's just a minor injury, anyway, I was often beaten by seniors at school..."

The girl's eyes were filled with tears.

Yukimura, who was left out in the cold, was even more displeased: "Knotweed, no matter how talented you are, tennis is not a tool for you to pick up girls."

Ozawa Yuko was suspicious: "Huh?"

Did she get it wrong?

Knotaba Yuhito turned his head dryly.

His ears turned red, and his tone turned into anger with embarrassment: "You, can you give me a little wink? You clearly know that someone else is talking to the girl you like."

Yuko Ozawa was even more shocked: "Huh?"

"Is being with the girl you like more important than tennis?" Yukimura picked out the mistake indifferently, "I don't think that's the case."

The melancholy on the face of Yu Zhang Youren became a little more serious, and the corner of his jaw was bulging again: "Not everyone regards tennis as more important than their own lives. I think Ozawa is much more important than tennis."

Yuko Ozawa suspected that she had hysteria: "Huh?"

"I don't think," Yukimura continued grumbling, "if you treat your talent like this..."

"Wait a moment."

She immediately interrupted the other party, and looked sideways at the knotweed Yuhito who was half a head taller than her: "You mean I am more important than tennis, right? Are you sure you didn't say the wrong name? For example, Wild Rose..."

This time, the boy with pink hair turned into peas eyes.

"what?"