Crush on classmate Knotweed

The boy's palm was warm and soft, with the dampness from pinching it too tightly.

The two of them seemed to have not let go of each other for a long time, at least in her memory, a sticky warmth never disappeared, gradually lingering in the cold autumn wind.

She also got a lot of cute photos.

There are pictures of her pinching her face with knotweed, there are pictures of them pinching her face with knotweed, and there are pictures of the two of them sticking to each other's hair... There are many, many, I can only say that it's great for two people to play together.

So when we came back, everyone was very tired.

Ozawa Yuko also forgot to tell Dongtang, and she suddenly remembered it when she came back. She regretted it so much that she could only remember it all night and wait until the next day to ask her teacher.

But the next day's family entered the glass again with an unrested look on his face.

"What's the matter," Ozawa Yuko tentatively said, "Did you have too much fun with Teacher An?"

She sneered: "Do you think it's possible?"

Miss Jiaru rubbed her eyes, her eyes were full of dark circles, and she looked very tired.The first second she put down her things, she took out the cigarette in her bag, wishing she could puff out the smoke in the next puff.

Also, meeting a nunnery girl who asked her to quit drinking and smoking, this would not make Jia Ruzi, who indulges in life every day, crazy.

Yuko Ozawa was upset, "Shall I open the window?"

The exhaust fan turns yellow every day.

She opened the window sullenly, her face suddenly changed, and she quickly turned her head: "The singer is here!"

The family was so frightened that he almost lost his cigarette butt.

She was almost burned several times, but when she realized it, she quickly stamped out the cigarette butt, and shoved the cigarette under the bed.Yuko Ozawa immediately turned on the exhaust, for fear that the smell would not dissipate.

The door swung open.

Jia Ruozi quickly turned his head, "Why are you smoking again?"

Yuko Ozawa let out a dumbfounded cry.

"You can smoke," she held up the pack of cigarettes, "but you are not allowed to bring them into the infirmary. What if you dirty the reagents?"

Umpire looked at them with frowning eyes.

Ozawa Yuko came to her senses after realizing it, and immediately put on a bad look, and said in an indifferent tone:

"Hey, it's okay, I will clean up."

Before she could see it clearly, she snatched the cigarette and put it in her pocket.

Jiajin Nitzi immediately turned his back, put on a mask, stirred the reagent with his fingertips that had been smelled by the smoke, and said guiltily, "Next time, don't bring the smoke to the infirmary."

"I understand, you will confiscate it." She nodded.

An Ge Ji was deceived.

Yuko Ozawa felt that the way these two people got along was really weird. One asked the other party to supervise her quitting smoking and drinking, but when she disappeared, she had a lot of tobacco and alcohol in her stomach; the other seemed to turn a blind eye, It's like I really don't know.

It's like a husband who cheated and tried to hide it, and a wife who doesn't want to tell.

She couldn't help laughing, and then shut up when she felt offended by the teacher, and belatedly annoyed that she forgot to ask the question again.

I forgot to ask about my spell again...

But after such an interruption in the morning, Yuko Ozawa couldn't find a particularly good opportunity to ask questions. She was actually a little afraid of the teacher, no matter what the teacher's personality was or whether he was close to the students.

So after the teacher finished talking about the question, even if she didn't understand, she didn't dare to ask questions. She would rather chew it a few times by herself, or ask her classmates to understand.

Unless it is absolutely necessary, she never asks the teacher for help.

But if it wasn't for yesterday, Dongtang didn't pay much attention to her...

Yuko Ozawa was deliberating, hesitating whether to speak to Miss Jiarui, but the opportunity was so missed, and the people who left work early today became Jiarui Nizi.

Again she regretted her hesitation.

Yuko Ozawa pushed the door sullenly, let the cool autumn wind blow into her soaked back, and walked slowly in the empty dark corridor.

This shortcoming must be overcome, and if she doesn't find a time to ask clearly, she will never have a chance again, and she will never be able to figure out the difference between her own spells and Miss Jiaru's spells for the rest of her life.

But she had a hard time asking the teacher questions.

Yuko Ozawa's face was calm, but in fact her heart was going crazy to the point of collapse. She was walking in the corridor with downcast eyes, suddenly there was a "click" on her head, and her scalp tightened suddenly.

She touched it and found that someone had put on a hairpin.

"What are you doing?" She turned her head strangely.

The voice of the knotweed came from behind: "Because your hair has run out, so you should take a hairpin and tie it up."

Ozawa Yuko pouted and touched back, and found that her fine hair was indeed pinched, so she had no choice but to retract it again, sighing anxiously.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

She shook her hand in annoyance, "I was thinking, what should I do..."

"Afraid of what?" Hu Zhang turned his head curiously and asked, his cheeks puffed up, looking thoughtful. "Maybe I can help you figure out what to do?"

Yuko Ozawa hesitated: "I want to ask some questions with the teacher, but I don't dare..."

He let out a groan in surprise.

Knotweed blinked violently, and confirmed what she said, but his brain circuit couldn't keep up: "What, what?"

"I said I'm a little... not too daring." She hesitated.

He reread the sentence in shock.

Perhaps for Knotabagi Yujin, being afraid of the teacher and not daring to ask questions is completely non-existent. It is easy to get close to others, and he may not be able to imagine what it is like in his mind.

Ozawa Yuko thoughtfully said: "It's okay, I'd better ask Junpei what to do."

Anyway, he understands this timid and irrepressible feeling better.

"You can also ask me," Hu Zhang said hastily, he racked his brains and tried his best to recall, "Maybe it's because I did something wrong and wanted to tell grandpa but didn't dare?"

"But I did nothing wrong." She said dissatisfied.

But the mood is similar.

A mess of emotions made her not pay attention to what the knotweed was doing, but just buried her head, thinking about how to overcome the difficulties and ask the teacher, and when to find a chance to ask the teacher.

Suddenly, she smelled a salty aroma dipped in sauce.

Yuko Ozawa's eyelids moved, and when she looked down, she saw a box of fried chicken filled with honey mustard sauce, and raised her eyes in surprise.

The boy smiled heartily: "Well, when I went out to do the mission, I found out that there is a new fried chicken restaurant in Harajuku."

The heavy box floated to her palm.

"It's just that it was a little cold when I came back." He immediately lowered his head and complained to help her take it apart a little bit. "I just reheated it, and I hope it will still be as delicious as when I first took it."

There is a lot of fried chicken under the nose.

Ozawa Yuko couldn't close her mouth in surprise: "...you bought me a lot of food recently."

Does he have a fat fetish?

"Ah," Knotweed frowned inexplicably, "Don't you like it? But you are busy every day and use your brain too much, you should eat more meat..."

She was even more astonished: "Isn't it eating sweets if you use your brain too much?"

"Really?" He rubbed his head with his wrist strangely, understood for a while, and smiled shyly. "I'm sorry, Ozawa, I'm such an idiot."

Yuko Ozawa reminded, "It is your body that mainly needs protein, so you should eat more meat, and those who use too much brain power need energy and glucose, and you should eat more sweets, but eating too much sweets is actually very troublesome."

"Speaking of which, I remember that Ms. Jiajin specially prepared medicine for Mr. Wutiao to prevent brain damage from eating too many sweets..."

The pink-haired boy accepted a lot of information blankly.

His eyelashes trembled several times, as if he was slowly sorting out what the other person said, and after a long time, he nodded vigorously: "I remember, Ozawa is so smart."

Ozawa Yuko pursed the corners of her lips proudly.

She whispered, "Miss Jiajin told me all about it."

The two of them walked slowly towards the dormitory. The road from the dormitory to the hospital was not that long, and they arrived there after a short walk. Before they got close, they could tell that they were about to rest when they saw the sparse lights.

But Yuko Ozawa knew they wouldn't rest so soon.

Sure enough, as soon as the light was turned on, several people were lying lazily on the sofa.

"Why are you all unwilling to take a few more steps?" She put down the key helplessly, "The infirmary is not far from here."

Fu Hei turned his head, "Anyway, you don't have to come back."

Wild Rose hummed lazily.

Yuko Ozawa was not surprised to see a few of them, Bao Yifang, she passed the fried chicken box they ate several times, sat on the cushion beside her, and said, "Senior Gouju is here too?"

Goujuu secretly made a comparison on the sofa.

She smiled, took out the reagent tubes in her bag, and turned to check everyone's injuries.

Knotweed stared at her: "Do you want to turn on the TV? What program is on?"

"It's all right," Junping also said wearily, "Anyway, there are no good programs recently, and the boring ones are not as boring as TV Tokyo. Ah, the film and television industry has entered a cold winter."

Yuko Ozawa moved over: "Watch "Hilarious! Scary Theater""

Anyway, watching the prank show should make everyone happy.

She got the medicine, slowly put it into her technique, and then slowly applied it to their injured places——

This is also the method that Ms. Jiajin taught her. It is too time-consuming and energy-consuming to use all the reversal techniques, so if you are facing a minor injury, it is best to use a large amount at one time. medicine.

It's a pity that I didn't bring so many medicines out.

Yuko Ozawa couldn't remember how long she had been working, anyway, she was in charge of this large group of people, just like the young lady who studied a long time ago, she has been lonely and focused on the post of doctor.

It seems to be able to go back to the room to rest in the middle of the night.

Wild Rose fell asleep a long time ago. She was half asleep when she was lying on the sofa, but now she fell asleep on all fours as soon as she touched the quilt, so comfortable that she couldn't answer anyone's cries.

Tired Yuko Ozawa walked in, feeling that she had lived a widowed life in advance after taking care of the children, but found that the husband of the dead ghost had gone to bed early.

... Men don't have a good thing.

She fell into a deep sleep, but it seemed that she hadn't slept for a long time, and suddenly woke up.

The silver light sprinkled by Yuesheng spread on her face, her head was muddled, but she couldn't sleep anymore, Yuko Ozawa tossed and turned, determined to get up and go outside for a glass of water first.

She rubbed her eyes, but she could faintly see the faint light outside.

Ozawa Yuko's voice was hoarse: "...why are you still watching TV?"

He has so much energy.

The knotweed stick with a headband stuck out his head, one side of his face glowed under the light of the TV, he stared at her, and suddenly smiled with white teeth: "...because I can't sleep."

She walked over to pour a glass of ice water, and watched them while drinking. Knotweed was watching a movie with Shunping.

Yuko Ozawa said vaguely: "Didn't you say that the film and television industry is cold winter?"

"It's the Japanese horror movie Cold Winter, but the Thai one is pretty good," Junpei yawned while holding the pillow. "Come and play, Ozawa, we have a new set of cards."

"Stop watching the movie?" she asked.

Knotweed replied honestly, "Sunpei and I have read it. The following plot is a bit boring, so we will start playing cards."

Yuko Ozawa took a sip, and the ice water instantly passed through her throat and fell into her stomach. She put down the water, walked over while swallowing, and sat between the two boys.

Maybe it's because everyone is very generous, or she has learned to go out to set clothes, in short, her expression is very frank.

Hu Zhang pouted suddenly dissatisfied: "Why, you came here when he called you?"

"Ah," Ozawa Yuko turned her head, and saw his two lips raised up in displeasure. "You won't be angry, will you?"

He was sullen: "Yes."

She let out a bewildered sound and swept over, obviously not knowing how to deal with this situation.Knotweed stared at her for a few seconds, quickly cupped his face, and said pitifully, "Then you can coax me."

Yuko Ozawa seemed even more at a loss.

After thinking about it for a long time, she stretched out her hand hesitantly and rubbed the pink puppy's head: "Is it all right?"

"Yes," he bared his white teeth invitingly. "You can knead it again."

Yuko Ozawa tried to reach out again.

The boy had half-length hair that was not short, while the pink hair was very short, and even the last bit of hair on his neck was shaved off.She tried to touch it a few times, and her hand went from fluffy to slightly prickly.

The side hurriedly coughed.

She withdrew her hand in a panic, turned around, and saw Shunping picking up the cup: "I'm sleepy, I'll go back first."

Before he could see clearly, he ran away as if fleeing.

As soon as Junpei left, the two of them involuntarily fell into some awkward situations, Yuko Ozawa became unnatural, and sat on the spot blushingly.

Knotweed also coughed lightly: "...Well, Ozawa, do you still play cards?"

"Let's play," she hesitated, brushing up her chestnut hair. "Well, but I don't know much about poker."

He lowered his head and shuffled the cards: "Don't worry, it will be very simple."

Knotabagi Yuhito should be the person who likes to play games the most in the entire college, and he speaks the rules very clearly, and will give way to novices in order to show people that the game is really simple.

The above was suddenly learned by Yuko Ozawa, who had just won a hand.

"What's wrong?" Knotweed blinked at her suspiciously.

She pursed her lips as much as possible and looked at him with suspicious eyes, and he kept looking at him in the same posture, with a very serious look, but couldn't hold back a smile:

"What's wrong?"

Ozawa Yuko's lips were bitten: "It's not that simple, is it?"

How can there be such a boring game in this world, two people draw thirteen cards out of 53 cards, and compare who will get the joke card inside, but what's the point of drawing this joke card?

Did he change the rules for her?

"Hey, does Ozawa feel bored?" He scratched his head in distress, "Well, how about we change the game, the person who draws the ghost card is the loser, and the loser has to agree to a request from the winner .”

Yuko Ozawa glanced over thoughtfully.

This gameplay does not seem to require much technical content, it is purely luck, and it should not lose too badly.

She sat up straight for a moment, "OK?"

So a new way of playing was born. The young man lowered his head, concentrating on shuffling the cards, and the girl beside him also began to stare at the back of the cards meticulously, for fear that he would mark or drop the cards.

Knotweed released a card: "Draw."

Yuko Ozawa took one while holding her breath.

She kept covering the cards all the way to her desk, shaking her hands, took several deep breaths, and then let go of the cards in relief: "No!"

"Huh," the knotweed lowered for a moment, and its eyes were on the position of the card. "It's my turn."

Both of them couldn't help exhaling foul breath.

There seemed to be a tense atmosphere surrounding him, he thought for a few seconds, and threw the card on the table with a snap, but it wasn't a joker card.Yuko Ozawa was immediately disappointed: "It's me again."

But luck games are gambling with each other.

She quickly drew a card, quickly laid it out, but it didn't come out.As a result, the tense atmosphere became even more exaggerated, the thirteen cards became less and less, and the chance of winning the bet became lower and lower.

Suddenly, Polygonum cuspidatum's hand shook exaggeratedly: "Ah! How could this happen!"

Yuko Ozawa was overjoyed: "You got it?"

"How could this happen?" His fluffy hair fell on the pillow in frustration, "I'm really careful, there are still three cards, the probability is one-third..."

"No matter what, you lost." She said happily.

Knotweed buried his head in the pillow regretfully.

"Well," Yuko Ozawa drew a long tone in thought, and the body of the boy opposite seemed to become stiffer. "Otherwise, you can make a face for me, and I won't embarrass you."

He looks so afraid of punishment.

Only then did Hu Zhang raise his eyes suspiciously: "Really?"

She nodded.

It seemed that after repeated confirmation several times, he quickly sat up straight, as if he was afraid that she would regret it, he put his fingers on both sides of his mouth, and stretched out his long, thick red tongue ferociously.

Yuko Ozawa was shocked: "You are working so hard."

She thought that the so-called grimacing meant sticking out her tongue casually, or winking her eyebrows, and she just pretended to be cute.

As a result, the expression on the opposite side is really scary.

Yuko Ozawa turned her head away, and the next game started quietly when she was absent-minded. She drew out a card behind the knotweed stick, and in the end, she took out a fake card without any surprise.

Hu Zhang pinched his chin thoughtfully: "...Oh, the water flowed to Ozawa before I knew it."

"Feng Shui turns around," he continued to maintain a thinking posture, but his expression was teasing, "It seems that the ancient Chinese said so, so, how should I punish Ozawa?"

Ozawa Yuko stared at him angrily.

"Well, just make a funny face." He said lightly.

She chuckled, then quickly put it back, recalling the other party's funny and vigorous appearance, quickly copied one, and before anyone could see clearly, she lay down on the table and pretended to be dead.

Ozawa Yuko reluctantly covered her head.

Knotweed was surprised: "Did you do it?"

The next second, she felt a breath coming towards her, as if she was close to her. The boy's head was lowered, and it seemed that she could detect her expression in a blink of an eye, and she quickly shrunk even tighter.

She was finally beautiful for a while, and she didn't want any ugly photos to stay in the other party's heart.

The young man seemed to sigh, propped his elbows on the table, and said helplessly, "Forget it, I've seen it all, let's start a new game."

Yuko Ozawa still didn't get up.

"Let's start another game," he said calmly, sounding extremely patient. "It's okay, I saw you did it, come on again, and go back to rest later."

She remained motionless.

Knotweed lowered her head slightly, and glanced at the gap where she was lying on her stomach, but at this moment, the girl moaned and cried: "Head was hit..."

He laughed magnetically and clearly.

Knotweed smiled and shuffled the cards while lowering his head, then randomly drew [-] cards and placed them beside her: "Then you draw first."

Yuko Ozawa hugged her forehead.

After kneading for a long time, she stretched out a hand tremblingly, squeezed it casually, and took it over.

Yuko Ozawa's voice became even more weeping: "... I have drawn a wild card again."

The laughter above the head reappeared.

The belly of the knotweed laughed so loudly that he fell headfirst on the table, and managed to stop it.After a long silence, amber eyes stared at the ceiling, as if thinking about how to punish her as a loser.

"How do you want me to punish you?" he asked.

Ozawa Yuko rubbed her eyes vigorously, the end of her eyes turned red: "Whatever."

She can't give the other party a feeling that she can't play anymore. Just now, she broke the rules.

"Hmm..." Hu Zhang looked up and pondered, with a drawn-out tone. "Ozawa was injured just now, so don't make any facial expressions... Well, can I really be casual?"

Ozawa Yuko raised her eyelids in surprise.

She chewed on the other person's words for a few seconds, then nodded hesitantly: "Is it okay?"

Knotweed gasped in shock.

It was rare for him to hesitate for a long time, and then he slowly came over, his warm breath sprayed on her temples, and the tiny strands of hair were blown aside: "Really?"

Yuko Ozawa nodded again in confirmation: "Yes, yes."

She vaguely had a bad premonition in her heart, but rather than being afraid of it, longing was more dominant, and a long-awaited emotion bloomed in her heart more and more intensely.

The boy's breathing gradually reached his ears.

They seemed to be getting closer and closer, as if a cicada had been locked in a cage, but in autumn it was clearly absent, but Yuko Ozawa could hear the cicada singing loudly in her ears.

The distance between the knotweed and her is only a fist.

He exhaled lightly, as if mustering up some inexplicable courage.

The next moment, Knotweed sticks out his hands, puts his lips next to her earlobe, and says the name that only the closest person can call:

"Yuko."