Crush on classmate Knotweed

"So Yuko really liked him." Mom held her chin. "Otherwise, you would just say 'No, Mom, please don't say that.' What a duplicity child."

Yuko Ozawa drooped her crow's eyelashes.

Maybe her favorite is nothingness like seeing the moon underwater.

Maybe she just hadn't seen a man before, Knotabagi Yujin happened to be the best one she met at that time, and she would like another good boy.

All in all, Yuko Ozawa can't feel that kind of liking now, and she can already accept being known by others as a secret.

"Maybe," she said with a smile at last.

The drunken mothers were still talking about this man's problems on such a large scale that Yukimura was embarrassed. In the end, he even apologized to her: "I'm sorry, my mother's style is too..."

"It's okay," she smiled, "I don't mind, my mother said a lot of things that offend you too."

Aunt Keiko blushed: "Yuko! You must come out with him next time!"

"I will make an appointment when I have time." Yukimura said tactfully.

Yuko Ozawa nodded. She felt a bit of sympathy for this boy who also needed to help his mother go home. Immediately, she began to wonder if it was too easy for her to have feelings for the opposite sex with excellent conditions.

So, when she liked Knotweed Yuren back then, it must be because he was a passable man, right?

Not really like it.

But speaking of it, so what?This absurd love was originally unrequited love, and she never confided in the slightest to the object of her secret love, those feelings were a self-moving.

Yuko Ozawa held her face in thought.

My mother's home after work was very empty. After staying for a while, she felt really bored. She wanted to go to the convenience store downstairs to buy some Oden cooking.

She turned around.

This place is obviously much worse than the neighborhood she lives in. Telephone poles are interspersed in a mess, and there are some uneven puddles on the ground. It doesn't look like a very good place at first glance.

Yuko Ozawa subconsciously looked to the side, and a few young men with yellow hair emerged from the colorful and noisy shop next to her.

"Speaking of which, did the boss do something wrong?" A man was cursing and smoking a cigarette.

The other spat, "The Koreans don't have a good seed. They stayed up late and played for a few days, but they didn't win a penny."

They all had red eyes, and their trouser pockets were empty. They looked like they had been gambling here for almost a year.

Yuko Ozawa panicked all of a sudden.

She barely calmed down, looked at them quickly, and immediately thought of the pachinko cases that shocked Japan in the last century, and quickly shrank herself, trying to hide in the nearby shop quietly.

The school taught her to use spells and improve physical strength, but Wutiao teacher did not support her treating ordinary people like this, maybe he would say this again?

"Damn thing," one of the yellow-haired men cursed while pointing at the door of the store, "I'll find someone to mess with you next time."

Those youths swore and walked away with their backs on their backs.

Yuko Ozawa breathed a sigh of relief, and finally turned her back to them. She turned her face and saw a boy in a gray hoodie coming out of the store with a gift bag.

He walked with his hands in his pockets, and after reaching the edge, he easily jumped down the steps.

Ozawa Yuko stared at him almost in a daze.

With a slap, what sounded was not the splashing water, but also her three views that were about to collapse.

It took her a long time to find her voice: "...Knotweed Yuren?"

The boy's back froze suddenly.

He blinked, and woke up to realize who the person behind him was. An inexplicable panic immediately rushed into his mind, and his words were confused: "You... Ozawa?"

Yuko Ozawa stood there in disbelief.

Kunzhang Youren looked around, quickly pulled her over, lowered his head and asked, "Why are you here?"

She should ask him this sentence!

Yuko Ozawa rubbed her temples, and it took her a long time to find her long-lost language system: "Knotweed, why are you here..."

She could never imagine why he was here.

"I went in for a while." Knotabazu Yujin scratched his head in a feeling of discomfort, "I just went to have a look, and hit a few times. You don't need this expression, and the inside is not as scary as you imagined."

His voice became smaller and smaller.

Yuko Ozawa frowned so much that she was about to squeeze out a worm, she tried hard to understand, but she couldn't understand at all, finally she found her voice tremblingly: "But, but you just hit Kashiwa Brother Qing?"

Pachinko is a game that is not explicitly banned in Japan.

You only need to stuff money into the machine, and the marbles in the machine will start to bounce casually. During the falling process, they will continue to collide with the nails inside, and there will be exciting congratulation music when you hit the reward.

But even more exciting than that is the fact that you can spend a little money with a lot more money than you put in it.

It's a pity that most people spend more money but can't win the lottery. There have been many cases in Japan where they lost their fortunes because of playing pachinko. Not to mention gangsters love to play. There have been vicious incidents where parents threw their babies into the car and went to play, and the children were suffocated to death.

"And you are still underage, going in and out of these places," she said with a frown, "No, it's illegal, how can you do this kind of thing..."

Her words were anxious and weak, as if she was looking for some reason to persuade him not to go.

In addition to the concern of her classmates, in fact, more emotions in her heart are that she can't believe that she has ever liked such a person. In her heart, how can Knotweed Yuren have anything to do with such mundane and evil things?

It's a pity that the reality is like this, Knotweed Yuren is just an ordinary boy, not the god she once sketched in her heart.

He would like a curvy chick like Jennifer Lawrence, he would sneak around and play pachinko, and he would prevaricate people as if nothing had happened. He didn't watch funny TV all the time to coax those marginal people.

Yuko Ozawa said bitterly: "If you do this again, I will tell Teacher Wutiao."

Knotabagi Yuhito suddenly burst out laughing.

He was half a head taller than her, although the difference was not too far, but he had to look down at her all the time, just so, when he cast his eyes down, there was her puffy face, like a blue dolphin diving in the sea.

And it's because of him.

He couldn't help laughing, and belatedly saw the girl's more angry face.

Knotabagi Yujin stopped smiling for a moment, facing the girl's more angry eyes, he lowered his head obediently, put his hands together obediently, and his head showed the pink hair that was sticking up in the air.

Ozawa Yuko also suddenly realized that she had just told a joke.

It's useless to tell Mr. Wujo, maybe he even went to play with the students.

She reluctantly collected her expression.

"Actually, Fuhei also followed me to play twice," Knotabazu Yuhito added in a low voice, "Actually, the addiction is not that big. I have been playing for my grandfather since elementary school. I have never owed pachinko for playing pachinko. debt."

He quickly stared at Ozawa Yuko's expression, and continued: "And I won't kill anyone."

Eloquent.

Yuko Ozawa snorted: "It has nothing to do with me."

If you like to play, go play, anyway, playing pachinko is not a good guy, and pretending to be an adult to play, in Yuko Ozawa's heart, his next step is to gangsters and murder for money.

She actually liked such a person!

Hearing this sentence, Yuzuhiro's smile disappeared instantly. He was good at chatting and turned his head for a long time, but he couldn't find any good explanation words, and he hesitated for a long time without saying anything.

In the end, he made a speechless voice: "What I said is true, I have not lied to you...Why don't you go and see?"

"I don't want to go." Ozawa Yuko turned her face away.

Knotweed Youren let out a muffled sound.

He raised his head and thought for a while, but couldn't say anything, because he told her all the reasons, and finally, flustered and anxious, he immediately made a direct decision.

Yuko Ozawa opened her eyes wide: "You actually hugged me?"

Knotaba Yuhito avoided her key areas, only hugged her back and popliteal, walked a few steps at his normal speed, but by the time she could see things clearly, she had already entered the shop.

The shop with the air conditioner on was obviously filled with the smell of smoke, and the surroundings were full of noise from the machines. The air-conditioning instantly penetrated the bottom of Yuko Ozawa's skirt, making her feel completely insecure in the cold.

The colorful pachinko machines were right in front of her eyes.

"Let's play?" Knotabagi Yuhito spread out the palm of his hand where the change was placed.

Yuko Ozawa resolutely: "I don't play."

He sighed helplessly, and his hands continued to shake in front of her eyes, causing the coins to jingle, and the voice of pleading came together: "Just a moment."

She glanced sideways firmly.

Ozawa Yuko suddenly laughed, and soon, she stopped laughing, pursed her lips and picked up the change.

The pachinko machine has two coin slots, and you can get a steel ball by inserting 1 yen or 4 yen. The relative winning rate of 1 yen is higher, but the rate of return is very small, and 4 yen is the mainstream.

She voted for a one-yen one.

"Hold here," Yuzu Yujin pointed to the side of the machine, reminding her anxiously. "Hurry up, the steel ball is coming down."

Yuko Ozawa turned his head slowly.

She understood what the people around her said for a while, and then panickedly grasped the small ball hanging on the machine. As soon as she put her hand up, the steel ball jumped out of her mouth, causing her hand to almost slip from it. up.

The steel ball didn't even reach the maze, and with a slap, it sent her operation flying.

Knotabagi Yuhito couldn't help laughing.

"That's not the way to play," he blinked, and soon spread his palm towards her, the luster of the change was seductive to her. "It must be better to come again, do you still want to come?"

Ozawa Yuko immediately shook her head in fright.

Knotabagi Yuhito bent his knees to see her expression, thought for a while helplessly, and pointed to the scenic area where the change was exchanged next to him: "Is there a doll you like over there? I'll give you one."

She turned her head carefully.

Passing over a group of old men and women who gambled wildly, skinny gamblers and couples who came to have fun together, she saw several huge dolls hanging in the glass next to the scenic area.

Yuko Ozawa glanced at them, she was actually very interested in these, but she chose the most typical bear in the end reservedly.

"That." The brown bear glowed in the window.

Knotabagi Yuhito smiled easily: "Simple, just watch!"

He immediately took out all the money in his trouser pocket, and exchanged all the two hundred and five yen into steel balls. Then he grabbed one at random and stuffed it into the machine. The machine slowed down for several seconds. When he reached out to hold the ball, the steel ball Just popped out.

Yuzu Yuhito moved his hands casually, and the machine slammed: "Hit right!"

Steel balls crackled all over the winning area on the right.

He just played a few games casually, and installed four frames of steel balls. When Ozawa Yuko was fascinated by the fancy special effects on the machine screen, he pressed the 'call' button.

Yuzu Yuhito crossed his hands: "Guests here, I won't play anymore."

The clerk standing over there immediately came over and squatted down to count the marbles.

"You are not here for the first time." Yuko Ozawa came to a conclusion.

"That's right," he said frankly, "because I really didn't lie to you. I was asked by my grandfather to come here to fight for me when I was in elementary school. Come to do odd jobs."

Knotabagi Yuhito glanced to the side, and there were all children abandoned by their parents to play beside them.

A bunch of irresponsible guardians.

Just like his grandpa.

"It's true that we should play less," he pulled out his head and turned his head like a memory, "You're right, but sometimes you can play a game when you're bored, right?"

Yuko Ozawa grasped the point: "Are you bored?"

"I'm the only one left in the high school," Kibonashi Yuhito said immediately dejectedly, "The vacation is over, Fukuro has gone home, Nagasaki has gone to the countryside, and the second-year seniors either went home or went out to play. I'm alone in there."

"Where's Junpei?" she asked.

They walked to the Jingpin District, Hirohito Katsuobu turned off the phone that had been looking for him, hurriedly told him that he was going to the movies, and let the clerk cast all the steel balls he won on a scale, and the two quickly counted for a while .

One of them praised: "Wow, have you played for a day? How did you win so much?"

Ozawa Yuko didn't know how to answer, she turned her head, but saw those vicious bodyguards, and timidly took them back.

"No, we only played for more than an hour, right?" Knotabagi Yuhito shrugged, "The doll next to it is a bear, is it the big bear or the small one?"

Yuko Ozawa asked in surprise, "Can it be bigger?"

"Okay." He looked at her and laughed, "Anyway, it should be enough."

She suddenly became happy, looking at the big brown bear vividly, and as the bear was brought over bit by bit, she became more and more excited: "Thank you!"

The big brown bear is very soft, softer than a pillow filled with cotton, and you can feel a softness from the neck to the knees.

"Thank you," Yuko Ozawa said cheerfully the moment he got it, "You are really good, you have won many times."

She wanted to say something like don't come to pachinko, but she was too embarrassed to say that after taking something she liked.

She quickly added: "I don't mean to praise you."

The door opened the instant they walked in.

Yuzu Yuhito changed the subject without leaving a trace, "Indeed, beating pachinko is not good... Hey, speaking of it, do you know why those bodyguards don't look at us when they see us holding dolls?"

The chestnut hair buried in brown fur shook.

"Because we don't ask for money," he told her quietly, looking around. "It's very difficult to change money here. You have to change it into gold bars before going to TUC, and you often change money and you have to be targeted..."

Yuko Ozawa never looked up.

He paused for confirmation: "You like this doll very much?"

"Yes!" The chestnut-colored hair suddenly lifted up, "It's big and cute, it looks very suitable for hugging!"

Knotabazu Yuhito smiled suddenly: "It's fine if you like it."

"It's really comfortable to hold," Ozawa Yuko sighed, and did not continue to get close to it. "But my mother told me that if I hold her for too long, I will swallow my hair, and I may suffocate to death."

She refrained from it.

Yuko Ozawa sighed softly: "Mom doesn't even allow me to sleep with them, but fortunately, Wild Rose allows me to sleep with her."

Originally, she teased that there were too many of each other's things in each other's rooms, so she might as well move in and live together.

They never separated after that.

Thinking of this, Yuko Ozawa wanted to bury herself in the bear next to her again. She especially liked to hold things, even in the hot summer evening.

She pinched the bear's paw hesitantly and reluctantly.

Kunzhang Yuren glanced at her, saw her tightly pursed lips, and said suddenly: "Speaking of which, I remembered that I watched some psychological cases while watching TV."

"Ok?"

"It's someone who will do some scary things." He has been staring at her carefully. "He may be silent in normal times, restraining all his desires, and then erupt after holding back for too long."

Yuko Ozawa paused holding the doll's hand.

She turned her head sharply.

"You mean I'm easy to commit a crime?" The girl's voice suddenly raised.

Knotabagi Yuhito poked his face with his fingers guiltily.

He pretended to be silly and gave a dry laugh, "What I mean is that sometimes you may be able to express your emotions appropriately, and you don't have to suppress yourself so much..."

Ozawa Yuko raised her clenched fist.

"I'm really suppressing my emotions," she cracked her throat, imitating Briar Rose's high-pitched voice. "If it was me, you would have been beaten to death."

Knotabagi Yuhito tilted his head and thought for a while, "Can you?"

Ozawa Yuko stared round her almond eyes fiercely, she clenched her fist even tighter, and directly hammered towards him with the method Maki-sister taught her.

The boy's arms seemed to be inlaid with steel.

Knotabagi Yourhito jumped up immediately, and exaggeratedly yelled several times: "It hurts, it hurts——"

The anger on her face suddenly changed to panic.

Yuko Ozawa hurriedly looked over nervously, only to see him covering his face pretendingly.

And seeing this surprised look, he had no choice but to put down his hands, showing his white teeth as if nothing had happened: "Actually, I'm fine."

Ozawa Yuko raised her hand again angrily.

But she was afraid that she would really hurt him, even though Yuzu Yujin was a well-known human sandbag in a high school, after much deliberation, the last hammer turned into an angry push by a girl.

He suddenly widened his amber pupils.

It was different from being lifted and thrown around, or directly beaten into the ground by the curse master, this time it was light, as if someone had naughtily rubbed his palm with a feather.

"Don't always accommodate me in this way," Ozawa Yuko rolled his eyes unnaturally, "Everyone's personality is different, I just like to hold back."

The itch in the palm of his hand got bigger.

Knotabagi Yujin laughed several times in a hurry, lowered his head, and those slender and clean fingers broke into his eyes.

"Don't always be like this," she said.

After Yuko Ozawa finished speaking dully, he raised his hand, so scared that he immediately turned his head, and no longer dared to look at those hands with light pink fingernails.

He couldn't forget it over and over in his mind.

The young man's fine eyelashes blinked, the entanglement of wanting to see but not wanting to see, as if the not short eyelashes were tickling his cheek, making a blush.

Hirohito, who has always been cheerful and generous, let out a breath, and decided to say something, but his blank mind made him falter and falter in a breathless sentence.

Yuko Ozawa was surprised, "What are you doing?"

Knotaba Yuhito turned around with a blushing face.

"No, nothing," he said dryly, "I just think about it, um, think about it..."

He cast his eyes all over the place looking for something to say.

Knotweed Yujin grasped the doll's bear's paw, and all the beautiful touches overlapped in the palm of his hand, so soft that he was in a mess: "... so soft."

After speaking, he withdrew his hand feeling profane.