Crush on classmate Knotweed

As the sun sets, the long and narrow dusk elongates the shadows of the students after school.Club activities have also started, but junior high school students generally do not, because they are preparing for the exam in March next year.

"Sakamoto!" The pink-haired boy waved his hand, his arm holding a baseball bat was strong. "Call again tomorrow!"

His teammates who were frustrated by him waved back.

The coach was dissatisfied: "Kumizhang, practice more! You are always in a hurry to go home and watch TV."

"Or go back early to cook for the frail grandpa." Teammate added.

"This time it's for something very important!"

He turned his head with a smile, and got into the carport in a short while, the sound of the collision of stones was continuous, and the smell of sweat wafted to the side of Yuko Ozawa's bicycle.

She was at a loss for a moment and squeezed the handlebar tightly.

"Student Ozawa," Yuzuki Yuto stopped beside the railing not far away, and quietly covered his mouth. "Let's go home together, I will take you home."

Yuko Ozawa froze in place.

"Ozawa-san," he mistakenly thought she didn't hear, and put his palms together like loudspeakers. "Let's go home together, Mr. Sato asked me to take you home."

She opened her schoolbag as if she had never heard of it.

"Small! Ze! Sang!" He persistently shouted softly.

Yuko Ozawa continued to pretend not to hear, took out the mirror, waved the spot of light casually, and caught him scratching his head in a daze.

She sighed helplessly: "...Student Huzhang, someone is watching."

After finishing speaking, Ozawa Yuko turned her face away.

The mirror was also taken back. After reminding her, she didn't dare to look at the reaction of the people next to her, because it is impossible for classmate Hu Zhang to like her, and she should pretend not to know her when the classmate came.

Yuko Ozawa carefully tasted what he said, and felt that he was too good at talking, maybe he saw her by the window.

She clenched the corner of her shirt.

If he meets other classmates in the same scene, he will definitely not—

The sound of the stones colliding suddenly became louder, the smell of sweat became heavier, and someone grabbed her wrist.

"Ozawa-san! Let's go!" He said with a smile.

Ozawa Yuko was stunned, and raised her head in disbelief. The sound of rocks shaking suddenly rang in her ears, and the real touch of her clenched wrist made her forget to look back to see if others laughed at him.

His palms are large, probably due to frequent playing, and there is a thick layer of rough calluses around the edges.

Ozawa Yuko suddenly went blank.

Because she didn't hear anyone's gossip, all the voices seemed to stop, only the sound of breathing was real, and the friction of the thigh was very clear and palpable, and then all the memories were on his glowing side face.

He turned his face slowly and looked at her, what is he going to do next?

An incredible idea popped into her head.

He wouldn't really like her, would he?

This thought made Ozawa Yuko fidget immediately, she felt goosebumps all over her body, and imagined that her fat and white arms were a little thinner.

Why, she is not good-looking.

"Sorry……"

"I'm sorry, I ran too fast," Knotaba Yuhito exhaled several times in distress, his cheeks flushed. "Would you like to stop and rest for a while?"

Yuko Ozawa stared at the shadow on the ground panting.

Kunzhang Youruto said thoughtfully: "...well, let's rest for a while."

She lowered her eyes, and hammered her knees that were sore from running. Seeing that he had nothing to do, she jumped up briskly, jumping very far, and she gave a soft wow when he was far away.

I heard that Yuzu Yuhito's Guinness World Record for running 50 meters in three seconds.

It's true!

So, the rumors are true, so is it possible that what Student Knottoma Zhang said is also true?

Yuko Ozawa squatted quietly, raised her eyes, and her heart seemed to bounce out following his movements for a moment.

She wanted to warn herself not to think wildly, but a lot of thoughts popped up in her mind. While scolding herself for being sentimental, she couldn't help but think of his only act of intimacy towards her.

The sand on the ground was suddenly kicked far away.

Yuko Ozawa shuddered instantly, regained consciousness for half a minute, put on her schoolbag and walked out of the quiet alley.

She walked away for a while with a heavy heart, and Katsuobu Yujin yelled a few times but didn't respond, and in the end he could only walk forward whistling the theme of the popular TV series feeling bored.

Arriving on the road full of traffic, Yuzu Yuren, who was whistling all the way, suddenly said: "Ah, I suddenly remembered that my grandpa asked me to go to a place not far away to get something, so I can't accompany you home—"

"Is it Toriyacho?" She turned her head and asked.

Knotaba Yuhito turned his head in astonishment, "Yes?"

His shoulders suddenly relaxed.

"Well, I can't hide it from Ozawa-san," he smiled relaxedly, "My family actually lives in Toriya Town, but I just listened to Teacher Sato and came to take you home—"

"If Mr. Sato didn't say, would you give it?" Ozawa Yuko interrupted and asked.

Knotabagi Yuhito slightly lowered his eyes in surprise.

The pair of amber pupils illuminated by the light fell down, she turned her face away, and suddenly felt like sitting on pins and needles, realizing how vague and ambiguous these words were.

"I, I mean," she laughed dryly twice, and quickly put aside something. "What I mean is, Knotweed is really kind. Even though the two towns live so far away, he gave it to me. Maybe Mr. Sato gave it to me without saying anything..."

Yuzu Yujin smiled knowingly: "Of course, my grandpa often told me to help others."

So she's the same as them all.

She was stabbed in the heart and immediately lowered her head, but her voice tried to maintain its original state: "Yes, is it?"

Yuko Ozawa scolded herself angrily, saying that she was self-indulgent, and others just said in the classroom that she would choose this type, and she didn't really like her, so she was just fantasizing about the plots of these girls' manga——

"That's right," the boy added heartlessly, "Besides, I have a personal relationship with Ozawa-san. Isn't it normal to protect you?"

She caught her breath.

It was as if someone had slipped a feather down the throat.

Yu Zhang Youren frowned seriously: "...But there are gangsters/societies who want to trouble you."

As soon as the voice fell, before the critical moment, the strap of Yuko Ozawa's schoolbag was snapped with a bang.