Crush on classmate Knotweed

The sweat seemed to leave the ground in an instant.

His few simple words made her steps seem a little heavy, making her breathless in the sweltering heat, as if there were hands trying to strangle her to death.

"Student Knotweed," she said after a lot of effort, "why doesn't he have one?"

The sea urchin boy's eyes flickered, and after a while, he turned his face away, speaking concisely:

"There was an accident."

"Accident?" Ozawa Yuko raised her voice angrily, "What's the accident, can you explain clearly? Knotweed is only 15 years old, he has no parents since he was a child, and he has a sick grandfather to take care of, why is his life inexplicable It's just beginning and it's over..."

The sea urchin head said calmly, "His grandfather is also dead."

Yuko Ozawa lowered his hand weakly.

"Then you can still tell me," she begged, "what's going on around Knotabazu Yujin these days?"

Sea urchin head couldn't answer a simple question, he moved his lips feebly, and could only answer in silence with his hands in his pockets.

The more Yuko Ozawa looked at him, the more angry she became, and finally she couldn't help crying: "...Why is it so similar to "The Tale of Genji"?"

"The Tale of Genji" is a novel that embodies the Japanese culture of mourning.

No one can die well, all reasons are helpless, and the author deliberately and absurdly puts all the beautiful people on the cruelest ending.

Seeing that the sea urchin head didn't want to tell her the reason at all, she was sobbing and her heart was throbbing.

The setting sun seems to have been cut off afterimages.

Threats and lures, crying and begging for mercy, but the sea urchin head just kept silent and said nothing. In the end, Ozawa Yuko almost fainted from crying. She received a call from her mother at the shinkansen station in the night fog.

"Hello, Yuko," Mom said worriedly, "Why haven't you come back so late?"

Ozawa Yuko's voice was hoarse: "I'm sorry mom, I'll go back soon, but something left in Sendai."

"Really, I told you to be careful." She sighed.

Yuko Ozawa hummed lightly, put down her phone, and sat on the seat with her eyes blank for a while, the surroundings were silent, and everything seemed to be quiet in her mind.

All the lights at the station went out with a snap, and even the small lights surrounded by flies were turned off, as if the last hope had disappeared.

So young, enthusiastic boys are gone.

Yuko Ozawa carried her bag and left silently. She got into the car with little strength. She thought that after she became beautiful, she would usher in a happy life, but in the end she was slapped in the face.

After returning to school, she was tired of socializing and studying, and couldn't eat, and she lost several pounds.

If she is still as fat as before, then, in Class B, she is just a weird person who no one cares about. They will ignore her and don't care about her words and deeds, let alone find that she doesn't think about food and drink, and only cares about her when handing out homework. This string of names was called by accident.

Of course, this belongs to the time when the quality of this group of people is relatively high.

If it's not high, everyone will join forces to make fun of her, maybe deliberately find some fun to trick her, but fortunately, Yuko Ozawa is very beautiful now.

So even if she shrinks herself in a corner and doesn't speak, she will only be praised for being mysterious and cold. Everyone speculates why she doesn't bring lunch to school or eat in the cafeteria. Is it because she is on a diet to keep her figure, or is she being dumped by her boyfriend? Sad too much.

A few days passed, and Yuko Ozawa was going to buy a piece of bread in a dizzy head.

She took a piece of bread that looked appetizing, and was about to buy a cup of iced coffee so that she would not fall asleep during class.

"Hey, Ozawa, why don't you give me the change?"

The voice behind woke up Yuko Ozawa, who was about to fall asleep.

She opened her eyes, no wonder why the coffee didn't come out for a long time, it turned out that the beverage machine was still on the purchase page.Ozawa Yuko lowered her head in a daze, and was about to take out the money, when the hands behind her threw coins directly at her.

"Let me invite Ozawa-san," Kuroda said with a smile to her, and he quickly lowered his head again. "It's just over 100 yen."

Yuko Ozawa immediately put down her hand of taking the money.

She thanked her, then turned around vaguely, but the boy deliberately followed her slowly.

"Did Ozawa-san not have a good rest recently?" He asked, "So you are always depressed, and you always yawn in class. Maybe something sad happened?"

Yuko Ozawa said casually, "It's too late to write a handbook at home."

"Actually, you can try the mobile phone memo," he immediately suggested to her, as if he had received some kind of instructions. "You can also set an alarm clock, but the wallet is too heavy to carry on your back, and it takes a lot of time to do it."

She said coldly, "I like it."

Ozawa Yuko didn't know the date of the death of the knotweed stick, and didn't know whether he was buried or not, so she could only write down in her handbook to commemorate him.

When they were in the same school, they were often evasive, and it was a sin to write down his name by chance when they were distracted.But at this time, she was full of words, but she wrote and put down, and what she wrote was deleted and changed.

She wants to take this matter seriously, because in the future, no one will remember the knotweed Youren anymore.

"...Ah, in fact, it's good to do a good hand account. In fact, there is a hand account contest in Tokyo." Kuroda immediately made amends.

Yuko Ozawa started to walk towards the class. Suddenly, she stopped, turned her head and asked, "If I suddenly gain more than 60 catties, will you still talk to me and buy me something?"

Kuroda was visibly taken aback.

He scratched his head helplessly. After a few seconds, he hesitated and said, "...if it's yours, I will."

At this time, the class bell rang, and many people in the corridor became anxious, but Yuko Ozawa rested his elbows on the window sill unhurriedly, looking at him carefully, not wanting to miss any expressions.

Kuroda was a little anxious, but he didn't dare to show it, so he could only bow his head suggestively to signal to leave.

It may be this action that made him catch a glimpse of a few girls running. The rudeness caused by the hard running made him startled, and it also made Ozawa Yuko know that he didn't have to watch it anymore.

She turned around and said in a disgusted voice, "...you won't."

In this world, there will be no one else like Knotweed Yuren.

Yuko Ozawa hates people who judge people by their appearance.

She also hates this world more than before, so she is more silent, and the classmates in the class are automatically blocked by her, but Lan and Suzuki Sonoko, who has a hairstyle similar to hers, ask her out from time to time.

Yuko Ozawa was autistic for a while, and finally decided to agree to their invitation to go shopping together on Saturday.

"Hey, what do you think of that store?" Lan asked, pointing to the front.

Suzuki Sonoko took a few glances, and suddenly smirked: "Hey, why does someone want to wear a bikini so much? Do you just want to show it to your Kudo?"

Lan covered her mouth with her face flushed, and the two of them fought for a while before getting back to normal.

"How?" Lan retorted blushing, "I just remembered that we haven't swam together this year, by the way, Ozawa, do you want to go in?"

Ozawa Yuko woke up suddenly, she thought for two seconds, and said softly: "I can do it."

This sentence is like pouring a glass of cold water.

The two of them immediately lost the enthusiasm of the atmosphere just now, and seemed to have remembered that there was such a person behind them. She was not very familiar with her, and she was not very enthusiastic. She was very slow, but the two girls did not have the obligation to play with her.

Ozawa Yuko knew that she was disappointed: "Since Lan wants to, why don't we go in and have a look together?"

After saying this, her eyes focused on a person, and in the crowd, the mysterious sea urchin head finally appeared again.

Yuko Ozawa immediately cheered up: "Go in, I found something about me—"

Without waiting for a response, she ran over with all her strength, wishing she could catch someone in the next second. It seemed like an invisible force. In a matter of seconds, she grabbed the sea urchin head by the collar.

Fu Heihui stretched out his hand, exerted a little force, and the collar was easily loosened.

In the next second, he reacted violently and dodged: "You woman, is there something wrong?"

"I'm fine," she said to him in a bad tone, "You have a problem. I asked Knotabagi Yuhito why he passed away, when did it happen, and whether there was a funeral, but you didn't answer me a word."

"Now, I'm standing here, I'll go wherever you go, I'll see if you have any reason not to tell me."

Ozawa Yuko looked at him stubbornly.

Before Fu Heihui could speak, the short-haired girl next to him laughed.

"Fu Hei," she laughed and patted him on the shoulder, "You've got into debt with Knotweed."

After a few minutes, Yuko Ozawa reluctantly invited the two of them to Starbucks for a cup of coffee.

She touched her chestnut-colored hair uncomfortably, and after confirming that her makeup was correct, she closed the mirror she carried with her, and then looked at the two people opposite with polite and unnatural eyes.

After all, one of them told her that Yuzu Yuren was dead not long ago, and today, told her that he was actually still alive.

Anyone will feel like a fooled joke.

"Okay," Fu Heihui said indifferently after sending the text message. "I told him, come here quickly."

Ozawa Yuko stared at him suspiciously.

This is impolite, so she immediately cast her eyes away, looking at the little tiger profile picture on the phone, and decided to give the two people in front of her another chance.

Otherwise, she would immediately turn around and call the police, and ask the police to make the two people on the opposite side pay for the coffee.

"Eh?" Nagasaki Wild Rose suddenly asked curiously, "Well, how did you lose weight? There is a big gap between you and the photo."

The photo that was carefully preserved by the girl for a long time was taken out, because of time, it has turned yellow, and there are still creases that have been taken out for reminiscence many times.

"Exercise more." She replied.

After Yuko Ozawa finished speaking, she narrowed her eyes, because she suddenly realized that the girl opposite was not bad.

"Well, yes," she began to worry, lowered her head, and her tone turned tactful, "That is, you said that Mr. Knotthu Zhang transferred to Manga, but I don't know if he has a girlfriend?"

Nagasaki Ye Qiangwei sneered and waved her hands, and after a while, she suddenly fell silent: "—You don't really mean that to him, do you?"

"That's right," Yuko Ozawa admitted directly, "That's what happened."

She and Nagasaki looked at each other for a while, and the sense of worry and tension became heavier. Yuko Ozawa decided to strike first: "If Nagasaki-san also likes Knotweed-san, then I can—"

"Impossible," Nagasaki Wild Rose resolutely said, "Even if the sky and the earth hug each other, it's impossible to dance Lambata."

Fu Heihui took a sip of black coffee silently.

Kizaki turned his head away, "I didn't expect Fuhei to be the type to drink coffee in front of girls and pretend to be cool."

"That's not true," he said angrily, "It's this girl who is as tough as you. No, she is still very persistent. After knowing that the knotweed was dead, she cried with me for a long time and asked for time and reason."

Nazaki was speechless, "No matter which girl knows that the person she likes has died suddenly, she will be crazy, right?"

"But that day," Yuko Ozawa asked abruptly, "If the knotweed was still alive, why did Fuhei lie to me?"

The boys and girls on the opposite side looked at each other.

Nazaki decided to explain: "Actually, we thought he was dead in those few days, but the day after he died, I went to the teacher and saw him by accident."

"He said that the teacher asked him to make the Kyoto sister exchange meeting public," Fu Heihui said. "So we got scammed too."

Why can't Ozawa Yuko understand?

She frowned. Regarding this bizarre incident of resurrection from the dead, only three of them were classmates, which was the correct information.

"By the way," she said cautiously, interrupting the memories of the two people opposite her. "Well, I also want to ask by the way, did he mention his favorite type?"

Fu Heihui glanced at her, turned his head, and said casually: "Ah, he said he likes tall girls."

And Ozawa Yuko is 1.6 meters eight!

Her heart was so easily happy, the corners of her lips rose instantly, her eyes lifted, Nazaki and her looked at each other, and he raised the iced latte in front of him and sipped a glass!

"Very good, Yuko! There is a chance of winning!" Nagasaki said loudly.

Yuko Ozawa blushed with joy, and she tried her best to purse her lips, not even noticing that the girl across from her was using a nickname for her now.

All the surrounding scenery accelerated, only the big pink-haired boy was holding a large drink, and pushed open the door quickly and steadily.

He strode forward, sweating, and complained to them:

"Really, you asked me to buy you drinks, but you came to Starbucks by yourself..."

Both Kizaki and Fukuro Megumi turned their heads, and suddenly became nervous, realizing that it seemed that Yuko Ozawa had not been introduced to him in advance.

And Ozawa Yuko instantly forgot everything.

She didn't want to call the police anymore, and she forgot Fu Heihui's inconsistent sentences.

She just stared at his smile, his slightly sweaty skin when he was exercising, his messy pink hair, and for the first time felt that it would be good if he was alive.

"Ah, isn't this Ozawa?" Knotabagi Yujin stared at her in astonishment, "Why are you here?"

Ozawa Yuko's smile froze on his face.

She lost more than 60 catties, turned white by more than one degree, and specially cut and permed her hair.

"I, I think," she was astonished, because she thought that Knotweed Yujin would not recognize him. "I saw you and wanted to see you. We haven't seen each other for a long time."

Knotabagi Yuhito thought about it with shame, "Indeed, it's my fault, I didn't expect to meet Ozawa-san when I came to Tokyo."

"No," Yuko Ozawa retorted, "You don't have a mobile phone, and you don't have contact information. It's normal that you can't get in touch with me..." She breathed a sigh of relief, "It's good that we can meet now."

Knotabagi Yuhito found a place to sit down.

Nagasaki pushed him away without hesitation, "Don't sit here, it's already crowded enough for me and Fuhei to sit."

Fu Heihui took another sip of coffee in silence.

Yuko Ozawa stared at him closely and saw that he was hit hard.

He sighed helplessly and good-naturedly, and sat down next to her with a large glass of drink. Suddenly, he was close at hand with the smell of grass and sunshine, which made her pinch the hem of her skirt in an instant.

Knotabagi Yuhito asked with a smirk, "Ozawa, do you mind if I sit with you?"

She shook her head hollowly.

Yuzuki Yuzuki opened the drink bag he bought just now, took out three cups of tea, and muttered: "...This cup is for Fuhei's brown sugar latte, this cup is for Nagasaki's matcha milk tea, and this cup is for me. of."

A cup of basic pearl milk tea is on his table.

The milk tea was air-conditioned, but compared to the other two's, it was no longer ice-cold, and the water droplets fell on the table. She knew earlier that he was not picky, and only wanted to eat quickly, and other people's things were important to him.

Ozawa Yuko's thoughts circled around, and finally, she couldn't help but said, "Knotweed, how did you recognize me?"

"Huh?" He swallowed the milk tea hastily, his throat rolling, his cheeks bulging. "Among the people I know, only Ozawa can sit like this."

She hangs her head.

The girl was sitting upright, her hands were involuntarily placed on her knees, her slender legs were joined together, and she hung down on the ground very politely—

This method of combining Japanese elementary school students with Western etiquette is almost her own creation.

Yuko Ozawa instantly recalled that sweltering spring and summer relationship. She hid behind the door and heard the big boy with his legs crossed, looking down at the manga, and answered casually:

"...But, that guy's eating and writing postures are clean and beautiful."

Yes, no matter whether she is ugly or beautiful, fat or thin, he only pays attention to what she does.

But she forgot that Knotaba Yuhito is a person who doesn't judge people by their appearance, but she used that disgusting inherent thinking to speculate on him, secretly delighted in her beauty, and imagined that he would be attracted by her slenderness.

She lives on the same scale as the person she hates.

She is not good enough for Knotweed Yuren.

Yuko Ozawa's eyes turned red in an instant, and she could hardly hold back the tears from her spurned and humiliated by asking twice.

"Knotweed," she gently avoided him, almost speechless in shame. "I suddenly remembered that I was going to find my friends, so I won't chat with you. We will see you next time when we have a chance."

Knotabazu Yuhito looked at her in surprise, "Do you have your own friends now?"

"Yeah." She nodded vigorously.

On the table, she took the photo away, and Yuko Ozawa took a quick look. In the photo, the fat girl and the tall and strong boy were under the cherry tree.

"That's good," he smiled happily at her experience, his eyes shining. "It's great that you can make your own good friends. I hope our Ozawa will be more cheerful in the future."

Yuko Ozawa responded softly, and she looked at the text she wrote down behind the photo, which was what he had said to her.

——I may not 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.

She had a sore nose: "...I have become a better girl."

But Ozawa Yuko realized that she was so disgusting.

Kunzhang Youroto waved at her carelessly, showing a mouthful of bright white teeth: "... goodbye!"

"Oh," Nagasaki Yarose hurriedly cut into the topic, "Goodbye, Yuko, but are you sure you want to exchange a contact information with me?"

Yuko Ozawa held back tears and finished exchanging with her, the tears almost came out of her eyes, she ran out of the door quickly, and all kinds of people outside almost turned into strange monsters in her eyes.

—a monster as disgusting as her.

With tears in her eyes, she turned on her phone, called Suzuki Sonoko a few messages, explained what had happened, and then rushed to the nearest subway station.

In the subway station, everyone seemed to be in strange shapes, and colorful things were floating in the sky.

She sucked in her nose and was about to lose her shape from crying, but in an instant, an amazing scene happened:

A girl was texting angrily, and behind her was a gray bubble that was getting bigger and bigger. Then, the gray bubble turned into a dense 'thing', and this 'thing' was covered with bubbles of different sizes , and then it smiled at her.

Yuko Ozawa took a few steps back in horror.

A group of people at the subway station looked at her suspiciously, as if they thought she was going crazy.

And its smile is getting bigger and bigger, pressing down on the girl's neck, almost bending the girl's neck.

But that girl doesn't know anything.

She turned on the phone in great fear, almost without thinking, and dialed the phone she just got: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I'm so scared——"

The voice of the girl on the other side paused.

Immediately afterwards, the phone was replaced by a more familiar male voice: "What's the matter, Ozawa?"

"Come quickly," she stomped her feet eagerly, her voice almost cut off in panic. "I'm so scared, come on—"

"Where are you?" Knotabagi Yuhito asked calmly.

Yuko Ozawa was about to cry again: "Subway station..."

The gray bubble was getting faster and faster, and the pimples on its body began to pop out frequently like boiling soup, and the girl's head was getting lower and lower.

The handrail on the subway station slid quickly.

Yuko Ozawa turned her face sideways, almost without thinking, she ran towards the person who had just stood still.

Knotabagi Yuhito lowered his head, "What's the matter, you suddenly called me—"

With a pop, the girl who sent the message touched her neck, the bubble burst with a pop, and she hugged the bewildered Knotweed Yujin tightly.

He was so surprised that he could hardly speak: "You, what are you doing?"

Yuko Ozawa felt the beating heartbeat in his chest.

"I want to see you," she cried with joy, "I just saw something horrific, and I'm afraid of death, but even at the last moment of death, I really want to see you."

The hand that Yuzu Yuhito wanted to pull away hung in the air.

But after a while, he put his hand up again, patted her on the back, and comforted her softly:

"...Don't be afraid, Ozawa, I'm by your side, everything will be fine."