Crush on classmate Knotweed

But the heroine of the shoujo manga would go home on the back of the hero's bicycle, and they ran out against the rustle of a carport, and ran all the way to the street.

Because of course Yuko Ozawa couldn't bring a boy by bike.

It is also impossible for her to let Yu Zhang Youren take her, what if she is sitting in the back, and the classmate of Knotweed can't take her?

That's embarrassing.

So they walked back, and it happened that the streets in Japan were clean after it rained, and the soles of the shoes were cool so that they would not get wet. She liked this time the most, because the comfortable cold wind could blow into the sleeves.

If there was no classmate Polygonum cuspidatum, she thought, she would be happier.

Yuko Ozawa held an umbrella without saying a word.

"Eh?" Knotabagi Yuhito raised his head inexplicably, "It's not raining."

She continued walking silently holding an umbrella.

And he seemed to think of something, clapped his hands, his brown eyes flickered: "I see! Don't you want to get tanned?"

Ozawa Yuko continued to walk forward without paying attention.

He marveled: "No wonder Ozawa-san is so white."

Yuzu Yujin accompanied her with his hands in his pockets, and after walking for a while, a pink hair suddenly appeared under her little yellow umbrella, followed by the bewildered face of a young boy.

Ozawa Yuko stomped angrily: "You are not allowed to talk anymore!"

The boy who bent his knees stood up straight, oh, and retreated obediently.

And she breathed a sigh of relief, and walked a few more steps, and then felt the rainwater whipping the umbrella cover forcefully, and the boy next to him bent his knees again, and got in without saying a word.

He bowed slightly, and tentatively stretched out a pair of brown hands with distinct bones, and the umbrella suddenly became much higher.

Ozawa Yuko's hand was suddenly empty: "Why don't you speak?"

Why don't you even have a word of honor when you do something.

Knotabagi Yujin belatedly lowered his head, his eyelashes flickered slightly, he was aggrieved and dull and said: "...Didn't you tell me to stop talking?"

He blinked and saw Ozawa Yuko's displeased expression, she was actually very white, and every time she was depressed, she would knit her eyebrows together, like a big white cat full of thoughts.

"I'm sorry," he first admitted his mistake obediently, "Should I tell you this first?"

Yuko Ozawa couldn't hold back her face immediately: "Yes, please give me a respectful speech next time."

"Okay," Knotabagi Yujin instantly relaxed a lot, and then he praised again. "Ozawa-san, your umbrella looks so cute, it's shaped like a little yellow duck, so cute."

... She wanted to tell him to shut up again.

Yuko Ozawa lowered her eyes, her cheeks were slightly hot under her long eyelashes, she seldom heard compliments from others, and the words of Knotweed were pleasing.

But after more times, she couldn't tell whether the other party was sincere or deliberately teasing her.

Yuko Ozawa couldn't help but said: "Student Knotweed, can you stop praising me?"

The boy next to him was taken aback.

"Hey," Knotaba Yuhito rubbed his head in misery, "Okay, but I say these words from the bottom of my heart. Ozawa has many advantages, such as carefulness, good tutoring, and you are very fashionable, so you can use it well. A lot of things are small and beautiful."

I'm going to go on boasting again.

Yuko Ozawa blushed and interrupted him: "Stop! I'm not fashionable, it's just that my mother is the editor-in-chief of "non-no" magazine."

"... She didn't have time to take care of me, so she threw me to study in Sendai, because only grandma has time to take care of me."

After she finished speaking, she waited stiffly for the boy's reaction, and sincerely hoped that he wouldn't ask her father why he didn't care about her.

Because Ozawa Yuko could only answer in embarrassment, he had passed away.

In the short few seconds before replying, he was thinking for granted, exhaling, Ozawa suddenly became more stiff, because the breath was right behind her, blowing straight to her earlobe, as if it was within reach.

Her ears suddenly turned red.

The young man behind him seemed to be aware of it too. He gave a low cough, raised his hand a little higher, and approached Yuko Ozawa's head to avoid suspicion.

Yuko Ozawa could vaguely feel his politeness.

She was thankful at first, but an uncontrollable sour emotion emerged spontaneously. If only she was as beautiful as the girl in the carport, maybe some shoujo manga plots could really happen.

But this is an absolute oolong.

He just has a good heart and has no other intentions for her. Why is she always so self-indulgent?

At this moment, no one pointed to Ozawa Yuko's behavior anymore, but a voice of criticism appeared in her heart unconsciously.

The two walked silently one after another, and the heavy rain gradually covered the street with a layer of fog. When they reached the street, her light pink socks were wet.

"Oh, that's right," Hu Zhang said suddenly, "Ozawa, do you live in the apartment opposite?"

Yuko Ozawa raised her face and saw their apartment building meeting the blue sky.

She nodded: "Yes, it is enough for classmate Polygonum cuspidatum to be delivered here, and there should be no gangsters appearing."

It rained continuously.

Yuko Ozawa lowered her eyes, and hesitantly took out the chocolate in her pocket: "Thank you very much, Knotweed-kun, you are like a superhero in a Hollywood movie, you rescued me."

Knotaba Yuhito seems to like watching Hollywood movies.

In order to meet her liking enough, her soft palm still holds the Ferrero of a high-end department store.

The boy on the opposite side stood stiffly, stunned for a few seconds, and then let out a hearty laugh:

"Ah, that's actually me, well, um, I'm also very happy to be Ozawa-san's flower protector..."

"...That's it," he casually picked up a chocolate and swallowed it whole. "It's delicious. By the way, my grandfather wants me to go to Tiaoyu Town to get something. I'm in a hurry, so I may not be able to accompany you on the way home."

Toriyo-cho seems to be in the opposite place of Kabado-cho.

Ozawa Yuko frowned: "Isn't your house nearby? I need to send you..."

"No need!" Knotabagi Yujin waved his hand, his bronzed face seemed to be reddened by the sun. "I'm rough-skinned and thick-skinned. This little rain is nothing at all. The main reason is that my grandpa's things are really urgent, so I'll go first!"

He got out of the umbrella, his glistening white teeth were mixed with the rain, and his pink hair was sparkling from the delicate water droplets.

The boy's voice drifted away: "Go home early!"

He turned his head carelessly, and rushed into the heavy rain with a smile. After a while, his whole body was drenched and drenched, and he could even see his bronzed back that was faintly wet by the rain.

Yuko Ozawa couldn't see others when she turned her head.

She stood melancholy for a while, and when she got home, her shoes and socks were wet.

Grandma scolded: "Yuko, why are you always so careless, your clothes are always wet, even if you haven't changed shifts before."

With an unnatural expression, she put on her shoes and ran to the floor-to-ceiling window. At this time, Knotweed Yujin who was running away had already disappeared.An inexplicable emotion rises in vain:

"Grandma, you said someone would praise you to your face, but did you secretly scold you behind your back?"

Yuko Ozawa didn't dare to think deeply.

She didn't know anyone in her new class, and the others didn't have any intention of getting close to this unattractive fat girl. Everyone just wanted to happily pass the last year of the third year of junior high school, and the friendship would fall apart at the last moment.

So, in order to leave some happy memories for her third year in junior high school, Ozawa Yuko decided to stay away from Knotweed-kun, what if he is a villain with duplicity?

What if, while boasting about her hair accessories yesterday, he thought she was chubby and secretly called her a fat pig?

What if he was just putting it off, and even mocked her for being affectionate in his heart?

Yuko Ozawa walked downstairs hesitantly.

This class is a home economics class, and it may also be a unique culture of the Yamato nation. Only girls take this class. Whether it is school or society, everyone agrees that girls should be able to cook.

But she was clumsy, she didn't cook well, and she even forgot her apron.

Now she has to fold back to get the apron.

Ozawa Yuko deliberately slowed down, because there are still students in the classroom who have not left. To be honest, she now hopes that she is the only one in the world——

"...Youren, if you were given a chance, who in our class would you choose to date?" A voice came from the classroom where the door was not opened. "Nanako Matsumoto? Yuriko Yamashita?"

She lowered her hand that was about to grab the doorknob.

The boy in the hoodie had his legs crossed. He was looking down at the comics intently. From the window, there was only a piece of pink hair that fell down.

The troublemaker asked again: "So the knotweed likes that girl in the class?"

He flipped a page of the manga indifferently.

The person on the opposite side became impatient because he ignored it for so long: "Choose one! Don't lose face to us."

"...If you have to choose," he stared at the manga absently, "Ozawa."

Behind the door, Ozawa Yuko tensed up all over.

"Eh? Isn't it?" The surprised male voice was very close. "She's fat."

Yuzu Yuhito flicked through the manga without any emotion, without raising his head, he said eagerly: "...But that guy's eating and writing postures are very clean and beautiful."

She is bloated, but her posture is graceful, and her limbs are not easy to master.

At first glance, she looks like a well-educated girl.

The person on the opposite side was a little surprised, ignored his slightly intimate words, and said with some surprise: "No, isn't it difficult to eat fish? You will spit out fish bones."

The door behind him shook.

It may be that the wind is too strong, and it always rains in Sendai City, which is on the verge of summer.

The man didn't think too much, and directly pressed the door that was vaguely pushed open by restlessness, and with a bang, it seemed that there were other sounds, and all the turbulent emotions were easily suppressed.

Ozawa Yuko was frightened out of her wits by those hands in an instant, she ran downstairs a few times, but the violent friction of her thighs had to be replaced by walking.

She leaned on the armrest emotionally.

All the emotions rushed into my heart at once, and the vines mixed with guilt slowly climbed up, and finally stopped on the budding flower bud, as if touching something, it exploded with love.

Yuko Ozawa will not like someone to humiliate herself.

But this time, Knotashi Yuhito took the initiative to speak up, saying that he would like girls like her——

Not beautiful, not thin, just gentle and quiet tutoring.

She also lowered her eyes and stood there for a long time. For the first time in her life, she tasted what liking is.