Crush on classmate Knotweed

Maybe many people's girlhood will be so absurd.

Their stories started with someone else's "Hey, does he like you?", a sentence that couldn't tell the truth from the fake, but the people who cared couldn't clear it up.

And Yuko Ozawa is like that.

The more she wanted to know what the meaning of Yuzu Yujin's words came from, the more she cared about him. This kind of mood made her not just write a whole page of her name on the title page.

Her pen stopped.

Knotabagi Yuhito turned his face away, as if he had an instinct as an animal, and others would be caught if they set their eyes on him.

Inoue, who communicated with him, was surprised: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." He frowned, didn't see anything, and quickly turned his head to appease the other party. "It may be an illusion."

Only then did the pen behind him dare to move.

Yuko Ozawa twisted her neck in pain.

She twisted so fast just now that she had to support her neck with her hands to straighten her back. Her back was suffering from the secret soreness of her menstrual period, and her twitching body also trembled.

She took a sip of water, and the ice man's heart trembled, but she resisted the desire to look up at him again.

The days went on like that.

In the third year of junior high school, the teachers in the school became stricter with the students.

But in fact, they only need to complete the unified examination of the prefectures and counties. They only need to take the five subjects of national language, mathematics, English, science, and social sciences. The requirements are not as strict as other countries in East Asia.

But after all, it was a test, and the students didn't play around like they used to. After all, the exam in March next year was imminent.

There also seemed to be tension at home.

Carrying her schoolbag on her back without saying a word, she stopped in her tracks: "Mr. Hu Zhang, seems to be something urgent?"

"Well, it's actually a bit urgent," Knotaba Yuhito put his hands in his pockets, with a bit of worry and anxiety in his tone. "But it doesn't matter, if I send you back earlier, I can still make it through."

Ozawa Yuko said softly: "What's the matter? Can you tell me, Knotweed-kun?"

The schoolbag that Yuzu Yuhito was carrying on one shoulder was clenched tightly.

Immediately afterwards, he sighed: "...my grandpa is sick. He has been in poor health. He slipped and fell in the bathroom yesterday. The doctor suggested hospitalization. I don't know if it's because I didn't take good care of him. "

But there is still a long way to go.

Yuko Ozawa looked at the crowded road ahead.

She lowered her eyes and comforted him first: "Mr. Huzhang is a considerate person, and he will definitely not take care of your grandfather badly. It's getting late now, and there is only a little distance left for me to go home. You can go home by yourself."

And the voice tried to suppress the loss: "...you go to see your grandpa."

Knotabagi Yuhito frowned, his lips moved hesitantly for a while, and then he lowered his head firmly: "Forget it, what I said must be fulfilled, and I will send it back for you."

Ozawa Yuko's heart became heavy.

"I said no need," she turned her head, and her tone became sharper. "I haven't met those gangsters for so long, and I won't meet them today, but you, why don't you go see your grandfather?"

"It's a very serious matter for an elderly person to wrestle. My matter is not that important to Mr. Hu Zhang!"

Before seeing the expression of Knotabazu Yujin, she ran straight away, crossed the street, and disappeared into the crowd with all her strength, even though she was sweating all over her body, she didn't stop.

By the time she ran to the door of the house, her legs could hardly stand upright, and she felt effortless even to lift her elbows.

Yuko Ozawa tried her best to press the doorbell in the dizziness, the house was still very quiet, and grandma's voice came from the kitchen:

"Yuki, welcome home, I made your favorite sukiyaki today!"

"I'm sorry," she said out of breath, "Grandma, I won't have dinner."

The voice in the kitchen stopped for a moment: "But you are about to take the selection test, shouldn't you eat something to nourish your brain?"

"That's right," a soft female voice said, "Yuko, how can you get a high score in the exam if you don't eat well? Have you lost your appetite recently?"

"I recently……"

Ozawa Yuko's voice paused, and then she became pleasantly surprised, and raised her head in disbelief: "Mom!"

A gentle-looking woman was sitting on the sofa in the living room. She was dressed in fashion, her legs were crossed, and her hands were on her knees. She couldn't tell her age, but looked elegant and decent.

"Mom!" Ozawa Yuko ran over and hugged her mother. "Mom, I haven't seen you for a long time, I miss you so much."

Mother's body trembled back and hugged her tightly.

She coaxed gently: "Yuko, you have an exam in less than half a year, can you eat more?"

Sukiyaki is Yuko Ozawa's favorite dish. It is a beef hot pot dish with many side dishes. Usually, she can almost eat a pot by herself, but today she doesn't want to move after eating a cabbage leaf .

Grandma frowned: "What's wrong, Yuko?"

"I don't want to eat," she looked at the dishes on the table, suddenly lost her appetite, "I don't want to eat at all."

Mom turned around, first pressed her head with the palm of her hand, and then measured her forehead: "What's the matter, Yuko, why do you suddenly not want to eat?"

"I have no appetite." Ozawa Yuko put down the bowl and chopsticks.

Mother took a piece of beef with concern: "Can you finish eating this piece of meat? Don't starve yourself. At this age, when you need to use your brain, don't eat too little."

She was urged to pick up the bowl and chopsticks again.

Yuko Ozawa picked up the beef that her mother had put into the bowl with chopsticks, took a bite, and immediately felt the fat particles burning in her mouth, as if her body began to gain two catties.

A sense of guilt made her unable to finish the bowl of rice: "Mom, I really don't want to eat anymore."

"What's the matter with you?" Mom frowned worriedly, stretched out her hand and compared their temperatures again. "Did something happen to your body?"

Yuko Ozawa lowered her head, the smell of cooked beef mixed with egg liquid exploded on her taste buds.

She couldn't breathe suddenly: "What if I eat this and I get fat again?"

"But you need to use your brain now," the mother sighed. She glanced at the daughter opposite, and her words of comfort froze in an instant. "You, you have gained a little weight now, but it's normal for girls to gain weight during puberty. Mom saw a lot of girls gain weight later—"

"But I can't grow!" Her chopsticks landed on the table excitedly.

For a moment, only the steaming sukiyaki on the table made a sound.

Yuko Ozawa took a deep breath: "Mom, I'm neither pretty nor smart. No matter how fat I am, no one will like me."

"Who told you?" Mom asked first.

"Who? Everyone said that," Yuko Ozawa sniffed, and she tried her best to finish the sentence calmly. "I just don't look good. It's not that other people don't have eyes..."

"Everyone? Mom thinks you're pretty." She retorted.

"But I'm really not pretty," Ozawa Yuko felt her nose sour, "Mom, don't comfort me, I don't dare to look up at school, I usually don't speak, because I don't want others to say I'm not good-looking and I'm narcissistic..."

"Did someone bully you at school?" Mom suddenly asked.

"Yes," her eyes seemed to be filled with mist, "I was bullied before I transferred, but luckily I transferred, and there was someone who was very kind to me, and he was afraid that that person's boyfriend would come to trouble me, Take me to school..."

"Yuko," Mom reached out and stroked her hair with a warm palm. "Why didn't you tell mom before?"

Yuko Ozawa's teardrops were already hanging on her slender eyelashes: "But you are very busy at work..."

"I'm here because of your transfer," Mom said, leaning closer, exuding a scent of lavender all over her body. "I know you must have been wronged. Otherwise, why did the third grader, who was originally a good junior, change classes suddenly?"

"...Maybe you want to go back to Tokyo and be with your mother? As for the boy, my mother wants to send something to thank him, and your mother who goes to and from school asked someone to give you a special gift."

Yuko Ozawa, who was holding back her tears, suddenly couldn't hold back.

She cried out in vain, big tears fell on the back of Xuebai's hands: "I still want to go to Tokyo?"

Mom leaned down: "What's the matter, Yuko, don't you want to go back to Tokyo?"

Her stomach throbbed, and her elbows rested on the soup-stained table. The bad mood and the sudden conflict of her menstrual period seemed to choke her throat, making her speechless in pain.

"What's wrong, Yuko?" Mom lay down nervously.

"Drinking ice water because of a stomachache?" The grandma who had been keeping her head down all the time stood up, "Really, girls nowadays like to follow this trend, how can a woman come to drink ice water during menstruation. "

Yuko Ozawa was in so much pain that she couldn't speak, she curled up, her forehead rested on the table where her mother had removed the bowls and chopsticks just now, she was still warm, the bursts of warmth and the throbbing pain from her stomach were fighting inside her body with.

"Come on, let's drink some miso soup first," said grandma, "Grandma will make you something else to fill your belly later, how can you not eat during your menstrual period?"

"You don't gain weight if you eat during your menstrual period." Her mother reminded her.

"It's okay, Yuko, after you finish the exam, mom will help you lose weight, and you will look beautiful in Tokyo."

Yuko Ozawa raised her eyes, crying more intensely, and swallowed the foamy soup in her throat. The sticky heat made her feel better, now only the tears on her stomach and cheeks are cold .

They were happy because Yuko Ozawa's health improved, but no one paid attention to why she was crying just now.

Maybe they thought Ozawa Yuko was crying because of other people's insults.

But Ozawa Yuko is clear, no, she is already very clear about the fact that she is ugly, and she is sad that she will never have a chance to get along with Knotabazu Yuhito.

She has nowhere to say this kind of secret girl's thoughts, to confide in her heart.

Sure enough, Yuko Ozawa could no longer get along with him after losing the opportunity to go home.

She has a dull personality and wants others to speak first, and usually at school, the two of them have no chance to chat at all.

Knotweed Yujin likes watching TV and sports, and many people like it too. He must be able to find someone who is more suitable for chatting than her, because none of them will think about his every word and deed.

Yuko Ozawa doesn't talk to the boys, and naturally she can't talk to Yuzu Yujin, she just asks her to borrow a ruler from time to time.

Or when a curtain was drawn, he was sitting in his seat, and he couldn't feel that others were looking at him, but the girl raised her head from the numerous test papers, and couldn't help but greedily look at him a few times.

The opportunity to get along is created artificially, and Yuko Ozawa just doesn't have the courage and means to do so.

But when she was taking graduation photos before the exam, she tossed and turned, and finally decided to go straight to Yuzu Yujin.

The pink head, which was buried in homework, raised its head: "Hey, Ozawa?"

His brown eyes turned into bean eyes in surprise, and he was a little confused because he didn't know why Yuko Ozawa came to him suddenly.

She was a little nervous: "Can, can you give me the second button on your..." uniform?

This implicit confession that belonged exclusively to Sakura went around on the tip of her tongue, and finally she was full of thoughts just to ease the embarrassment, so she blurted out:

"—Lend me your man so we can take a graduation photo together?"

Knotaba Yuhito laughed because of her wonderful way of phrasing sentences.

"Okay," he capped the pen and smiled good-naturedly. "Take a photo, right?"

In late February, the cherry blossoms just fell. The school invited photographers to let them fit together and take pictures together. They walked under the cherry blossom trees together and told the free photographers that they wanted to take pictures.

"One, two, three, eggplant!"

The photo is done.

Knotaba Yuhito jumped down from the steps quickly like a big dog, he turned his head and waved at Ozawa Yuko:

"... I am very happy to take pictures with you, but I have to go home in a hurry, and I can't talk more with Ozawa-san."

"Knotweed!" Yuko Ozawa called to stop him, palms sweating nervously. "I'm going to move to Tokyo to study, and I can't go to Sendai anymore, can I have your line?"

"Ah? Line?" Knotashi Yuto scratched his head in distress, "I don't have a mobile phone, and I haven't bought one at home."

Ozawa Yuko lowered the hands that were raised on her chest in shock.

Yuzu Yuhito slowed down and walked down, making the photo the only warm thing. She picked it up and looked at it again. In the photo, a tall and handsome boy was wearing a uniform, and standing next to him was a short fat girl.

They don't stand together, narrow camera perspective, but there is a horizontal gap in the middle.

Because she didn't dare to take the initiative, he took the initiative to avoid suspicion, showing a warm and familiar smile to the camera, suppressing the vague affection in adolescence, and finally, they became ordinary classmates like everyone else.

Become a memory in the classmate book.

"... Maybe I won't see Ozawa-san in the future, but the moment I see Ozawa-san, there will definitely be a better girl standing in front of me."

The side of his serious face glowed.

The girl was so full of affection that she couldn't express it, and the confession only embarrassed the two of them, because she was not good enough.

But she remembered that they were so close and so far away.