Crush on classmate Knotweed

Dongtang Aoi is a very powerful first-level conjurer.

She is also a first-level conjurer, and they are all the ones who were evaluated as a class when they entered school. Yuko Ozawa deeply felt that she was not worthy. It must be a third or fourth level conjurer.

Maybe it's the first time it's rated so high, it's because of the nanny's buff.

All in all, Dongtang Aoi is a respectable person, since he invited him, he should get to know and communicate with him.

"Miss Iamori," Ozawa Yuko said in a mosquito voice, "I've finished all my work today, and it seems that no one has been seriously injured recently, um, can I go out tonight?"

Miss Jiaru took out a new page and began to record the data.

The next moment, she asked: "What's the matter, are you going out again?"

"Just go out for a while," Ozawa Yuko said with a twist, "there is a similar first-level magician in Kyoto, I want to communicate with him, um, and I just leave work half an hour earlier."

Miss Jiajin continued to write: "Those magicians have nothing to do with our profession, it's fine for you to stay here every day, you don't need to go out."

"I'm sorry," she continued in a low voice, slowly losing ground. "If you don't agree, I can still stay here and work overtime with you until the early morning..."

"...The main reason is that you don't have a boyfriend." She said in a super low voice.

Miss Jiajin's writing hand froze.

"Okay," she glared back, "this time, I'll let you get off work half an hour earlier. If it's the same next time, and you haven't passed the medical qualification certificate in the second grade, you can find another job." .”

Yuko Ozawa let out a dry cry.

Of her three books, she has only read more than one, but this semester is almost over.Ozawa Yuko thought about it quickly, and first bowed to Miss Jiarui to promise: "I will continue to work hard."

But today is an exception.

She walked out slowly with a sense of shame, and the more she thought about it, the more guilty she felt, and she wished she could study where she was.But as soon as he had this thought, he immediately ran, and quickly stuffed the white coat into the cabinet.

Because there will be no time in the future!

Yuko Ozawa revealed the clothes she changed at noon, got into the car quickly, and put on her makeup. She only hoped that it was only ten o'clock when she went out, so she could catch up with their invitation.

When getting out of the car, she bumped into a beach reflecting the neon lights of the night, and the ripples passed by, and she ran to her boyfriend's arm.

He has a very low body fat percentage and is afraid of the cold, so he wears all thick clothes and a red hood, and he feels warm all over his body when he touches them.Knotweed turned her head, water drops were hanging on her eyelashes, obviously she just washed her face:

"Ozawa, have you eaten?"

"What did you buy?" she asked looking up.

"It's delicious apple pie!" The bag that Knotweed sticks pulled out was raised high, and then lowered, making sure it swung around under her nose. "Dong Tang gave me a piece just now, it's delicious..."

He whispered, "...so I thought, I'll get you a piece too."

Suddenly, a chocolate ball exploded in Ozawa Yuko's heart.

She hurriedly opened the bag under cover, and a scent of apples came to her nose, but the taste of the pie was not apples.

Ozawa Yuko suddenly felt a sense of sweetness, her heart softened, as if she couldn't say anything, but she had to force herself to remain calm: "Thank you, um..."

"Is it delicious?" Polygonum cuspidatum asked expectantly.

She doesn't remember much.

Yuko Ozawa quickly took another bite, the soft and fluffy apple pie melted in the mouth, but the delicate taste was tasteless, leaving only an aftertaste that was so sweet that I don't know where it came from.

"...It should be delicious, right?" She tilted her head and thought for a while, "Well, by the way, how is the task you and Dong Tang completed together?"

"I met a very difficult special-level curse spirit," he pretended to squeeze his chin deeply, "it took a while to solve it, but, I will clean it up later."

After finishing speaking, the knotweed raised his face as if accepting the compliment: "How about it, am I very good?"

Ozawa Yuko couldn't bear to bend one lip.

"It's great." She boasted smoothly, "The knotweed is really good..."

I really don't know what to call it.

Yuko Ozawa wants to use her boyfriend, but it's not right, student, child?But the two of them are actually on the same level, and she doesn't deserve to use these two words, let alone other nasty titles.

"...People." It took her a long time to add embarrassingly.

After Yuko Ozawa finished speaking, she laughed a few times with self-knowledge, raised her eyes, and Knotweed was also staring at her, smiling without saying a word, tilting her head, a row of neat and white teeth shining brightly in the dark night.

The two giggled without saying a word.

It seemed that this tug-of-war was too long, Yuko Ozawa stroked her chestnut hair, blushed and said casually: "Well, where is Dongtang?"

She was invited by Dongtang, so it's not a date.

Knotweed turned his head: "He's just—"

At this moment, a strong man with his upper body bare pushed the door out. He was only wearing a pair of dark blue trousers, carrying a large bag of things in both hands, and he stepped on the road with a loud noise.

Dongtang interrupted their conversation in an instant: "Knotweed! Let's go, accompany me to the place where Xiao Takada visited the shop."

Ozawa Yuko knows Kotakada, she is a very tall female idol, she is 1.8 meters.

She is also almost 1.7 meters.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but frown, she really hoped that she wouldn't grow up, she really didn't want to be the tallest one in the crowd, and it wouldn't be very popular to become an idol like Xiao Takada.

"She is really the perfect type of woman," Dongtang clenched his fists longingly, "tall and beautiful, she is good at singing and performing well, I suggest you all go and see her performance in September live, really very good……"

Yuko Ozawa relaxed inexplicably.

She turned her head and continued to glance at Dongtang, who was promoting idols, and saw that the knotweed had secretly taken an apple pie, biting it down, and her cheeks suddenly bulged like a hamster.

The two picked up the pie at the same time, chewed it, and listened quietly to Dongtang's eloquent propaganda.

Dongtang suddenly realized his talkativeness: "...Well, speaking of it, I didn't expect that younger siblings really fit the aesthetics of brothers. However, I thought you would cross the Pacific Ocean and be with Jennifer Lawrence."

The boy fussed: "How is that possible?"

"I have my own name!" Ozawa Yuko exclaimed angrily.

At least she can be regarded as a first-level conjurer.

"I'm sorry," Dongtang folded his arms and began to apologize in a strong tone. "After all, you are a brother who started playing in middle school, so I subconsciously used words like younger brother and younger sister to you."

The boy explained again irritably: "Dong Tang, I have told you many times, you are not with us in our country?"

"He was with me in middle school." Ozawa Yuko argued. "He has never been out of Sendai before."

How is it possible to go to Kyoto?

Dongtang seemed to have never heard of it: "I still remember the incident when Polygonum cuspidatum and I went out to eat ramen together in junior high school."

"I'm really not in the same middle school as you." Knotweed was tired of talking.

Yuko Ozawa couldn't help laughing, "At least he knows you like ramen!"

"Who doesn't know," he swallowed annoyedly, "There's nothing I can do about it. Last time I went out with him, I ate more than 50 bowls of soba noodles."

"Not only that, I also went to the house of Grandpa Knotweed for dinner." Dong Tang continued.

Does this man have hysteria?

Yuko Ozawa almost laughed hard, "Then what have you guys done before?"

"A lot," Dongtang thought about it casually, and she made sure that he didn't smell a trace of alcohol on this man. "Like playing baseball together, singing karaoke together... ah, anything I can do with my best friend has happened."

She couldn't breathe from laughing, and almost wanted to tweet: "...that is really a deep friendship."

After the pink-haired boy hurriedly finished eating an apple pie, he had already left behind them quite a bit. He trotted over, took the initiative to intervene between the two of them, and naturally led the topic away:

"Where are we going?" He asked looking around.

Of course, Dongtang: "Ah, speaking of it, Ozawa has to go in this place. If I come alone, or with Knotweed, it won't work."

Yuko Ozawa's complexion also gradually became serious: "Could it be possible?"

Could it be that there are so many curse spirits that they need to go all the way, and she replenishes blood behind?

Or is Takada sick?

Seeing him hesitate for a while, Ozawa Yuko pointed at him hesitantly. She turned towards the direction he was pointing at, and her expression gradually became contemptuous: "Pervert!"

"Yes, that's right," the knotweed finally came to his senses, and echoed her. "It's not right to come, is it?"

He quickly retracted his eyes, rubbed them, and blinked pretending he didn't see anything.

"I don't want to either," Dongtang stared ahead without moving, as if he had made up his mind for a long time. "But this is the last place I haven't been to in Xiao Takada's shop."

Yuko Ozawa was a little annoyed, "I thought you invited me out because you thought I was strong, or that I was valuable for communication."

"Yes, and I see that Polygonum cuspidatum also wants to ask you out." Dongtang said.

She glanced at him wordlessly.

After a few seconds, Yuko Ozawa took them to a department store specializing in women's products.

It is said to be selling women's items, but in fact there are boys who come in, but they usually have female companions by their side, apparently accompanying their girlfriends or wives.

Knotweed put his hands on his chest nervously, "By the way, no one will treat me as a pervert when I come here, right?"

He seems to have no way to be like those men who accompany their girlfriends until they look numb.

Ozawa Yuko couldn't calm down anymore.

It's probably because people with strength like Dongtang are independent, or those who follow stars are more fanatical, and she can't accept that she will act embarrassingly with him.

Someone is watching her.

Forget it, even if you want to protect yourself, or how to control the ability in your hands, it's better to ask the teacher.

Yuko Ozawa turned around and ran away the next moment.

Knotweed, who was immersed in secretly looking around, was taken aback, "Hey, Ozawa?"

She hurriedly ran faster, and after hearing the sound, she wished she could run out of the door the next second.In order not to be chased by others, Ozawa Yuko specially changed her route and got into a busy shopping area.

It's so embarrassing, she thought Dongtang was a very powerful first-level conjurer!

There are not many normal people among conjurers!

If Yuko Ozawa has the opportunity to receive freshmen in the future, the first thing she would say to them would be: run!Run as far as possible!None of your predecessors were normal.

Although, she also made very good friends.

Yuko Ozawa thought about it carefully, and felt that it was a survivor's deviation. She was a conjurer who always encountered excessive self-awareness.

And the relationship with conjurers is not all very good. For example, Ange Ji hates Gojo-sensei very much, so it is normal to hate people, but Dongtang is a friend of Knotweed, although Knotaba doesn't seem to like him very much...

"Forget it, I'd better be more tolerant," Ozawa Yuko comforted herself, "Anyway, knotweed is also very strange."

"Do I have it?" A muffled teenager's voice sounded.

She turned her head, and found that the pink-haired boy was standing many shelves away, and the distance between the two was very wide. When she caught her gaze, Knotweed voluntarily stepped back a little.

She wondered, "What are you doing?"

"You didn't say that," Hu Zhang added aggrievedly, "Did you say you want me to keep a distance from you?"

"But I can't even hear it." Yuko Ozawa emphasized.

Only then did the pink-haired boy happily move over.

He sneaked a glance at the other party before carefully asking, "What's so strange about me?"

"It's all weird," Yuko Ozawa was depressed, fingering the aroma diffuser in front of her. "It's the kind of respect that can't even be respected. Hey, I'm trying to respect it."

"What's so strange about it?" Hu Zhang asked resolutely.

She was quite unable to avoid being asked, and it took a long time before she said helplessly: "...Ah, that is, uh, Knotweed, did you become a close friend after being beaten by Dong Tang?"

"Almost?" The boy scratched his head in a strange way, "He helped me a lot during sparring, but in life, he still treats me with such a warm and unusual attitude, I feel strange..."

When someone who was too enthusiastic or too fond of him approached him, he subconsciously ran away like a frightened cat at the speed of a dog.

One is Yujin Knotabagi, who likes introversion and social fear.

"But I didn't help you in the fight." She said strangely.

The two people with poor information looked at each other in blank dismay, and he couldn't help but stare at each other for a few moments, then pulled his eyes out, and said hastily, "...I don't like being hit by others."

【"I like it when you hit me.】

Ozawa Yuko: "..." She saw that you like to backtrack on your promises.

"Knotweed," she frowned puzzled, "you obviously didn't say that a few days ago."

Polygonum cuspidatiously straightened the aroma diffuser in front of it.

He tried his best to think of words to describe this feeling, but what he remembered was not real violence, but the girl bent down, with a smile, and the ice hand pushed forward gently and angrily, and the place where she was pushed was burning with affection.

But to say it so bluntly, it seems more like a perversion.

"Well," he thought for a while, his two eyebrows furrowed like caterpillars fighting. "Do you like Ozawa's state a long time ago, the kind that is very relaxed and among friends, and hit me when you are not happy?"

"Wild Rose is often used too." Yuko Ozawa added.

Hu Zhang shook his head disapprovingly, "That's different, you are light and light, but she strikes hard."

Boys are so complicated.

She was a little confused, but she half understood the other party's psychology, maybe it was an inexplicable desire to conquer, and she subconsciously wanted to do so, so that the other party would be more included in her pocket.

How could there be such a pursued one as her?

Ozawa Yuko scolded herself, then turned her head to cover up, but accidentally caught a glimpse of the mugshot machine over there.

"Knotweed," she tentatively asked, "Can you take a photo with me?"

Knotweed poked his face hesitantly, "Well, Ozawa, are you inviting me?"

"You can also say that." Ozawa Yuko laughed, trying to keep her tone natural.

It was as if they were holding the same thread on their wrists, they knew each other's thoughts well, but they were also clumsily covering each other up. Halfway through the journey, the two of them were amused by this state.

After laughing for a while, he stopped in embarrassment, and then he could only smile to ease the deadlock.

In the past, there were photo stickers in almost every shopping mall in Japan, and many people lined up to take pictures, but after having a smartphone, it seems that Yuko Ozawa is rarely seen nearby.

The last time she and Wild Rose tried to take a photo, they couldn't find it.

"I remember that there are such machines everywhere in Sendai," Knotweed casually mentioned, seemingly casually. "It seems that they were all taken by couples, right?"

Yuko Ozawa laughed dryly, "I guess?"

She won't admit it anyway.

After a few seconds, the pink-haired boy pursed his lips in displeasure: "...Why don't you say yes, don't you want to admit our relationship?"

"Then why don't you say it first," she said shyly, "I don't want to say it first."

Knotweed couldn't help laughing.

His snow-white teeth shone under the light, and his whole body was covered with a layer of gold, and his laughter was hearty:

"Because couples come here to take pictures, so, Ozawa and I come here to take pictures."

"Yes, that's the reason." Ozawa Yuko said slyly.

Knotweed exaggerated: "Ozawa is so cunning."

She couldn't help laughing, stretched out one hand, and selected the five hundred yen model in the photo camera, and invested the money, and she realized that she seemed to have suffered a big loss.

It seems that the AA system is right.

Yuko Ozawa recalled what was said in the magazine, and felt restless for a while, and suddenly she had an idea: "Knotweed, look!"

Knotweed looked back in confusion.

Maybe the machine company wanted to stimulate business. Next to it was an exquisite and small cosmetic mirror. There were all kinds of bottles and cans on the countertop. The lights were on, and a pink rabbit headband hung on the brightest part.

"I think you wear that pink rabbit." She said with a smothered smile.

Knotweed turned around hesitantly, "Eh? Not so good, I'm a boy."

"I won't show it to others after I took the picture," Yuko Ozawa promised with clasped hands, "If you wear it, you can manipulate me as you like and use what's there."

He turned his head and saw a large pile of cosmetics on the table.

"Hey, is everything okay?" Hu Zhang pinched his chin thoughtfully, and the words dragged a bit.

She stared at him angrily: "But only one thing is allowed."

He thought for a few minutes, and smiled with puffy cheeks, as if he had thought of something bad.

So, the young man put the pink rabbit ear on the head neatly, and blended with the pink head, because the bronzed skin was turned into a wheat color by the light.

He tried to make a meow movement, but his figure was strong, inexplicably like a man disguised as a woman in a prank show.

Yuko Ozawa chuckled without giving any face.

"Okay, it's your turn." Hu Zhang said immediately, "Do you still remember the huge statue in Sendai? The maintenance workers told me that everyone will be punished."

She laughed again.

Anyway, there is nothing on the dressing table, so it shouldn't make it ugly...

Thinking of this, Yuko Ozawa still closed her eyes timidly, her curled eyelashes trembled suddenly, with a graceful arc, as if she had touched something warm.

The touch of the lips is now clear.

A cold liquid slowly slid across her lips, but her chin seemed to be pinched faintly, because she could feel the temperature from time to time, as well as the hot breath of the young man who was very close.

The alternation of hot and cold made her a little dizzy, and she was a little confused about the temperature of the environment.

It took Yuko Ozawa a long time to decide to open her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly: "Knotweed, you..."

Knotweed is applying lipstick to her meticulously.

"Don't move," he urged earnestly, "otherwise it will be painted over, and it won't look good."

Yuko Ozawa looked over in silence, and saw him taking a stick of death Barbie powder and gesticulating on her lips. He didn't know how to dry apply, layer and thinly apply, and he just cared about filling her lips. full of color.

"Okay." She urged anxiously.

The knotweed stick slid out suddenly, "How could this happen?"

He stared at the spot annoyed, and quickly wiped it off with his fingertips, with such force that Yuko Ozawa worried that the powder on his face would be wiped off.

Yuko Ozawa quickly turned on the camera mode, but the camera with excessive beauty made her unable to see her shortcomings at all. After watching for a few seconds, she almost fell in love with her own face.

Knotweed asks for advice, "Can I shoot?"

She shook her head.

After tidying up her clothes, Yuko Ozawa looked aside subconsciously, and saw the young man wearing false ears smiling, raising his hand with a good temper.

She raised her arms quickly.

There was some pink on the boy's thumb, and she stretched out her fingers, trying to wipe off the red with all her strength, but after a few seconds, the color faded away from her fingertips.

The next second, she didn't take out her hand, because the boy closed her palm.