Crush on classmate Knotweed

Yuko Ozawa dutifully copied down all the numbers.

These are all her life-saving information, no different from the monk's prayer beads, she will definitely memorize each number to the bone marrow.

She put down the phone firmly.

But those swearing eyes were no longer looking at the screen. After thinking about it, she suddenly grasped the corner of her clothes, and looked aside guiltily.

The glass over there was still pitch black, but the two boys were staring at the TV screen fascinated, as if they had switched to a passionate movie, they seemed to be speaking English, it should be Hollywood——

Jia Ruozi suddenly snapped his fingers in front of her eyes.

"Look! Look! Me! Talk! Talk!" She snapped her fingers and said, "I hate people being affectionate in front of me the most. You didn't know it just now. Now that you know this, restrain yourself a little bit."

Yuko Ozawa blushed, "I didn't!"

"I don't care if you have it or not," Jia Ruozi waved his hands, put on his leather bag and confessed, "But I'm going on vacation for a few days, and I don't have time to care about you. The hospital should be busy after the exchange meeting, and you can come to class at that time Bar."

She tried to calm down: "Then I will practice physical strength these few days?"

"Almost," Jiarui Nigzi walked towards the door with the key in hand, and yawned heavily. "Just practice running well. Before I find you, I will keep your spell power. Otherwise, how can I finish the hospital work by myself—"

Ozawa Yuko frowned worriedly.

In all fairness, Jiarui Glass is a good-looking woman, but her long black hair is always messy and casually spread behind, her eyebrows are tightly frowned, and her dark circles and fatigue also make her not in a good state.

Is it possible that a doctor in the magic world has to work overtime every day?

"Have a good rest, Miss Jiaru." She said with concern.

Jia Ruozi squinted her eyes and nodded, she seemed to have thought of something, her expression suddenly became tense: "By the way, don't tell others that I smoke."

"Okay, okay." Ozawa Yuko said as if reassuring. "Then you should also remember to take a good rest."

The door slammed shut.

There was a faint smell of smoke flowing quietly in the room. Yuko Ozawa smelled that these were not women's cigarettes, because her mother didn't smoke them. She waved her hand in the air, and then coughed and opened the window to breathe.

Is it possible that Miss Cheng Jiajin will still say that this is all because of her smoking!

The more Yuko Ozawa thought about it, the more she felt that it was very possible. She looked out the window and soon saw a group of second graders who were communicating on the playground. She thought about it and walked down.

Nagasaki Wild Rose is being chased by the panda: "Aren't you tired! Can you slow down—"

"Curse skeletons are like this," Maki-san pulled out a hand to help her eyes, "They won't get tired."

The panda turned his head angrily: "Nagizaki! If you are not satisfied, you can call Maki—"

"It's Maki-san, I'm even weaker!"

"Why is Maki-san even weaker?" Ozawa Yuko asked blankly, "Maki-san, what is your technique?"

Maki turned her face to the side and saw the girl who was walking to the side, her lenses flashed a sly and interested light.

"Ahhhhh——Yuko, don't ask questions if you don't know how to ask them next time!" In the next second, Nagasaki Wild Rose ran on the playground with an unrecognizable face, "You can obviously say nothing——"

Yuko Ozawa ran out of energy and said, "I'm sorry! I, I really don't know—"

She turned her head back in fear, her eyes widened instantly, and the streamer of the sickle almost caught the tip of her nose in an instant.

A hand immediately pulled her over forcefully.

"Run!!" Nagasaki Wild Rose shouted heart-piercingly.

Yuko Ozawa was stunned for a moment, and the next second, she also shouted wildly, screaming with all her strength, and the scythe was not slow or fast, even chasing after them like a cat.

What remains unchanged is that no matter what the speed is, the scythe can actually stay behind.

After they ran a few laps, Ozawa Yuko could no longer run.

Her legs began to tremble and her fingers cramped. After barely walking a few steps, she fell to her knees straight on the hot playground.

Panting, Wild Rose realized that her hand was empty, she turned her head, and pulled Yuko Ozawa up with her last effort.

In less than a moment, the knife behind him was swiftly retracted.

Maki stood behind them, and in a burst of uncontrollable breathing, she took a breath easily, not even a few drops of sweat dripping from her forehead.

"I'm very strong," she explained slowly as she witnessed their miserable situation. "Your second-year super magician, Senior Bone, who is on a business trip, is afraid of me. Do you want to do it again?"

Ozawa Yuko shook her head in embarrassment.

"Yu, Yuko," Nagasaki Ye Qianwei patted her on the shoulder with difficulty, "Please don't talk nonsense next time, if you don't know it, just ask me, don't ask others, no one can win in physical strength Maki-san—"

"Maybe except me!" A carefree young man interjected in a flamboyant voice.

Hearing the sound, Yuko Ozawa blinked her eyes hard, but she could feel a sour gas across her cheeks around her eyes, her hair was sweating, and she didn't even have to think about how embarrassed her face would be.

She turned her face away subconsciously, but she thought of something again, and a thorn in her heart forced her to raise her eyes.

"You mean it, Ozawa?" For the first time, almond eyes saw the bright white teeth of the pink-haired boy.

Ozawa Yuko exhaled.

And Knotaba Yuhito saw that she hadn't spoken for a long time, and moved her face closer. Before Ozawa Yuko could react, the tissue slipped over her face, and her slow language system seemed to be even more ineffective.

And he turned around without knowing it, and handed Wild Rose a piece of paper: "You wipe it too."

"Really, Junpei," Kiwi Yuto described with exaggerated arms stretched out to Junpei behind him. "I have good physical strength, much better than Maki-san..."

Yuko Ozawa continued to move on his face with the paper he wiped his face.

He suddenly turned around again: "...Ozawa, can you prove it, I used to be called the Tiger of the West in middle school."

"Yes?" She made a breathy sound with a blank head, recovered, and asked again in doubt. "When did you get called the Tiger of the West?"

Junpei couldn't help but laugh behind him.

"It's the junior high school," Knotabagi Yujin unhappily lowered the corners of his lips, his voice a bit annoyed. "One of our country had a fight with several villains, and then it was called the Tiger of the West."

Ozawa Yuko looked at him blankly.

He reluctantly reminded: "Haven't you ever thought about why I never sent you home without gangsters and bad people to trouble us?"

She shook her head dully.

"It really is like this." In the vain silence, Hirohito Hirohito sighed helplessly, "It's all because you like to be alone in junior high school, and I don't know about other rumors, I am obviously..."

"Eh—" Someone suddenly realized something was wrong.

Maki stopped the hand that was wiping the scythe.

She dragged out her tone: "So you sent her home—"

This teasing sentence was like a naughty stone, deliberately smashed into the calm pool, breaking through the unspeakable ambiguity and shyness of the young man, and then they all laughed ambiguously.

Yuko Ozawa's face turned even redder.

And Knotabagi Yuhito's skin also seemed to be sunburned, he raised his elbow, avoiding his face in embarrassment:

"No, it was at that time that Ozawa was targeted by a group of bad guys..."

"So you go to the hero to save the beauty," Nagasaki Wild Rose said flamboyantly, "That's great, our knotweed is really an empathetic type, otherwise, why would you give it to so many people in a class?"

He shyly quibbled: "No, no, I told you that the gangsters are afraid of me, because my nickname is the Tiger of the West—"

"Too understanding," Maki said calmly, but in fact the muddy water was even more chaotic. "It's not your responsibility. You have to help. It's really hard not to think of something."

Tomato-flavored Knotweed Youruhito was surrounded by them, and he couldn't argue with it. In the end, he couldn't take it anymore and knelt down in shame.

"What a good boy Knotweed," Wild Rose exaggerated, "You say so, Yoshino, boys always have some thoughts that they haven't discovered by themselves—"

He directly held his head shyly: "This is obviously a good deed, don't do this again..."

Maki and Wild Rose continued to approach him with strange smiles.

"Please don't do this again!" Ozawa Yuko suddenly stomped her feet angrily, "I and Knotweed-kun are indeed normal friends, very, very, very normal! You are not allowed to say that again."

He said several things in a row.

People around were surprised that she raised her voice so high this time, like a sleepy cat meowing suddenly.

Maki and Ye Qiangwei looked at each other, and then saw Yuko Ozawa turning her face away, looking at them with a flushed face, with tears in her eyes.

"I'm sorry," Nagasaki Wild Rose felt a little guilty, "I made a big joke..."

Yuzu Yuhito raised his head vigorously.

The scorching sun prevented him from seeing the expression clearly, but he understood Yuko Ozawa's sad mood: "Yes, don't tease people so casually, I'll let it go, but a girl's reputation is very important."

Ozawa Yuko wanted to cry even more when she heard this sentence.

Wild Rose pulled her wrist and turned her around so that her back was completely facing away from the person.

Maki apologized: "I'm sorry."

"No, it doesn't matter," she said, trying to hold back the tears in her heart, "We didn't make it clear just now, but these jokes are not funny, and the knotweed and I will be very troubled."

It's really embarrassing.

This is the first time that Yuko Ozawa wants to clear the fact that she likes Knotweed Yujin in their minds so much.

As long as she likes it silently, why do these insiders keep teasing them?

She knew that Yuzu Yuuhito didn't like her, she was already very clear about this, so Yuko Ozawa didn't want to have the slightest possibility of her feelings being exposed.

She didn't want to be friends with Knotweed.

And judging from Knotabagi Yujin's reaction, he should also be troubled, wondering why he had an affair with her.

Ozawa Yuko felt as if a needle was pricking her heart.

She wanted to speak harshly, but she couldn't say it to her hard-won friend: "...then don't do this next time."

"I'm really sorry," Nagasaki Yarose said sullenly, "If I knew you would be like this, I wouldn't say that."

Yuko Ozawa didn't want to see her sad either: "It's okay, just be more careful next time."

She sniffed, turned around, and pretended to be generous: "So, doesn't it mean that it's ambiguous to go home? I'll buy a ticket to watch the tennis match, so let's go home together."

This tennis match seems to be Aigaku vs Rikkai.

Yuko Ozawa didn't understand these games, she just bought a ticket to ease the embarrassment, and when she entered the arena, Goumaki-senpai entered the arena with her holding a drink.

"Senior," she said out of words, "You are the only one watching the competition in the second grade, will you feel bored?"

——The whole second grade has no interest in ordinary people's competitions. The panda seniors are afraid of being surrounded by others, and near the Kyoto sister school exchange meeting, Maki-san practiced harder than before.

(Maki sneered: "You guys still have time to watch other people's games?")

The dog rolled up its collar to cover its mouth: "Salmon roe."

"Is it boring or happy?" Ozawa Yuko asked, "If it's happiness, can you say this word twice?"

Dog roll repeats: "Salmon roe."

Ozawa Yuko pursed her lips and smiled: "That means it's okay."

The dog roll nodded: "Salmon roe."

When they walked to the stands, the entire row was covered by Yuko Ozawa, so the fourth row was full of students from the high school, but none of them came out wearing school uniforms.

Nagizaki Wild Rose in a short skirt wrapped a lot of snacks: "Where to put it?"

Junpei took it quietly, and put it on the vacant chair next to him.

Fu Heihui, Ye Qiangwei, and Polygonum cuspidatum Yuren began to put a big bag of snacks on the poor chair.

Yuko Ozawa paid attention to sitting down after serving the last drink, and there was only an empty seat between Wild Rose and Knotweed Yujin.

No matter what, it's still the same!

She looked at the large group of people angrily, and after a while, she got into the seat that was intentionally vacated for her.

Yuko Ozawa angrily didn't hold the hand of Kizaki Yeqiangwei.

Because she didn't want to talk to anyone anymore, why did this row of people deliberately let her sit with Knotweed Yuren!Obviously she expressed her dislike of Knotweed Yuren in the girls' dormitory.

The expression is almost grabbing the ground with the head!

She wants to get along with Knotweed Yuren normally.

Don't extravagantly expect the treatment of a girlfriend, just be the same as a normal friend.

Because it is very lucky to be a friend of Knotabazu Yujin.

And she is content.

Under the stands, a group of people circled a small olive green ball. Yuko Ozawa tried to watch it carefully for a few seconds, but she didn’t remember how many points the ball scored. Instead, she only remembered black hair, green hair and many other things. Colors scurry.

The smell of green grass around him became stronger.

"Hey, Ozawa, do you often watch tennis games?" Hirohito Kojou asked in surprise, "Do you understand? You watch it so seriously."

Yuko Ozawa exhaled, trying to ignore the pink hair approaching him, although she could even see the black hair roots:

"It's okay, I'm actually a little bit interested in playing tennis—"

"Because of Yukimura Seichi?" He said bluntly, and after finishing speaking, he smiled sideways at her. "I know Ozawa-san doesn't like people talking about the two of us, it must be because you don't want Yukimura Seiichi to misunderstand him, right?"

Ozawa Yuko was startled.

Knotweed Yujin adjusted her sitting position, leaning on the armrest with her elbows, the strong smell of grass and dew penetrated into the tip of her nose.

He struggled for a while before covering his face curiously, the voice was so small that only the two of them could hear:

"It's a little embarrassing to say, but do you like him because he is good at tennis?"

Ozawa Yuko tried to wake herself up.

The next moment, she nodded vigorously: "Yes."

The competition under the stage became more and more intense, and the little black-haired man was chasing and beating the other side, and the other side obviously couldn't stand it.

Yuko Ozawa tried to move around, but the smell of grass and the sound of the boy chewing snacks made her a little dizzy.

Soon, Nagasaki Wild Rose felt that half of her body was almost squeezed away by the girl beside her.

"What are you doing?" She frowned in distaste, "There is no place?"

Ozawa Yuko thought about it for a while, showing embarrassment, and finally, she covered her face with her palm and approached Kizaki Wild Rose.

"Wild Rose," she probed, "are you serious about watching the game?"

Nagasaki Haruka nodded impatiently.

Yuko Ozawa breathed out lightly in relief, she approached, and asked in a very low voice: "Then you know, who is Yukimura Seichi in this competition?"

Otherwise, she doesn't know who to look at on the court.