Crush on classmate Knotweed

The chestnut-haired girl stood there for a while.

Her wet shoes and socks seemed to have stepped into the bottom of the water. When she was complaining, she looked down and saw a fat and delicious big fish suddenly jumped into her arms, so that she no longer worried about the whereabouts of her dinner.

It is difficult for Yuko Ozawa to describe her current mood, but if she wants to describe it, it should be like this.

It is the mulberry elm that is lost in the ancient Chinese class, and the east corner that is gained.

Yukimura glanced at it knowingly, "Ozawa, if you are in a hurry, go back, I have to train tonight, so I can't accompany you for dinner."

The girl obediently responded.

But her mind was actually in a daze, she didn't know what she was doing, and she could hear the messy sound of her brain when she made a random movement.

Knotabagi Yuhito also seemed confused.

The two of them couldn't tell whether it was embarrassing because they got the wrong brain circuit or really exposed the embarrassment. Anyway, both of them seemed to be embarrassed. They didn't go to Chinatown directly, and quickly bought tickets to go back.

I bought it next door.

Yuko Ozawa erected the magazine she bought high up, but she was not in the mood to read it, the words were dangling in disorder in front of her eyes. Finally, she took a deep breath and secretly tore off a corner of the book cover.

And the car magazine over there seems to have dropped a bit.

She was so frightened that she didn't dare to read any more, she immediately retracted into the book, her heart seemed to be beating but she didn't feel anything.

It's all because she hasn't seen a man.

Yuko Ozawa blamed herself angrily, blaming her for being ugly for too long, and blaming her for spending too little time with boys, she couldn't hold her breath at all.

She just scolded herself a few words like this, but that surging emotion burst out with joy from time to time.

It's like leaves blowing from time to time on the slope back to the high school.

Yuko Ozawa tried her best to control the expression on her face, exhaled, and had to push the door open with Knotaba Yurenqi, who had been silent all this time, she wished she could run into the room and hide under the quilt.

"Yuko!" Wild Rose waved her hand, and everything on the table was delicious. "Did you buy me a present?"

Her frankness can surprise every time.

Yuko Ozawa obediently lowered her head and handed over the magazines she bought in her bag, looking like a silly schoolgirl.

Wild Qiangwei glanced drunkenly: "What! It's expired! We just read it yesterday, why did you forget?"

"You won't forget to bring it for me too, right?" Junpei asked, turning his head.

Yuko Ozawa looked into the bag hesitantly, and took out some lunch boxes and snacks bought on the Shinkansen after a while, which undoubtedly made the three people with long-term experience in going out understand something instantly.

"So, some people didn't go to Chinatown at all," Wild Rose said with a sneer, "nor did they go to the department store. Is it because we don't deserve you to go?"

Fu Heihui glanced sideways suggestively, "I'm afraid I forgot to hang out with some people."

They have always liked to run on the two people on the opposite side, and sometimes they would tell Ozawa Yuko to stare at them with shame on his face, or scold them in anger, but today, she lowered her head and said nothing.

Junpei glanced for a few times, suddenly felt something was wrong, and looked at Yuzu Yuhito with his hands in his pockets beside him.

Usually he would help Ozawa to say a few words, or just tell them not to talk, but today he pretended to admire the scenery and glanced out the window.

Junpei hastily tugged on Wild Rose's sleeve.

"So I should make a call..." She turned her head irritably, "What are you doing?"

He secretly pointed to Yujin Yuzu who was looking at the potted plants with his chin on his hands.

For a moment, all the voices stopped, and after a few seconds of silence, they sighed tacitly, and then, Yuko Ozawa blushed and slammed her hand on the edge of the sofa.

She was ashamed and angry, but she couldn't say a word in a hurry, and she didn't know what to say, so she ran away.

Ozawa Yuko buried her red head in the quilt.

She wished she could suffocate herself to death, but the feeling of being indirectly confessed for the first time was even more so hot that she couldn't speak. But at this time, she happened to hear the boy who hadn't spoken all the way, suddenly outside the door, using Lots of frequent and excited sentences explaining the situation to them.

When Yuko Ozawa thought that they would all know about it, she was so ashamed that she got under the covers again.

But after thinking about it, she finally chose to stick to the door to eavesdrop.

The boy's voice is always clear and pleasant, with the ending still rising, but this time he spoke in a rapid and rapid bursting sound like a firecracker, as if he was explaining something quickly, and the response from others was overwhelmed by a few words. Living.

The more Yuko Ozawa listened, the closer she got to the door.

The next second, she squatted down angrily, beating the air with her hands venting.

Damn, I can't hear anything.

But what she heard clearly was the sound of someone running in a hurry, and when Ozawa Yuko realized it, she hurried to the other side of the room and straightened her messy hair in a panic.

Ye Qiangwei hesitated to speak in a shocked voice, "My God, my God, the two of you..."

"What?" She pursed her lips nonchalantly and asked.

Wild Qiangwei exhaled, and her breath calmed down: "Aren't you going to tell me about you going out with Polygonum cuspidatum?"

"There's nothing to say," Ozawa Yuko turned her head pretending to be reserved, "It's normal to go out to watch a game, and come back immediately after watching it. Don't ask me why I have less gifts, it's because I am anxious to see you you."

The tea-haired girl behind her frowned, half understanding.

But she is used to being straightforward, and she doesn't quite understand these twists and turns, so she asked directly: "Then do you like knotweed?"

Ozawa Yuko gradually covered her face in embarrassment.

In fact, she doesn't know very well, she hasn't liked many people before, this kind of joy bursting out of her heart is almost irresistible, she can't tell whether it's because she likes him, or she's just too happy to be expressed that she likes him .

She fell back shyly, covering her face with the pillow, and a soft voice came from the cotton: "...I don't know."

But Yuko Ozawa was scared and hid for a while.

The main reason is that she doesn't understand how to get along with others as an admired person. She feels that she is bad, and she feels that she will definitely screw up, and maybe the other party will hate her even more.

So, she hid far away. Fortunately, the housekeeper Miss Nizi has asked her to leave early and return late to go to work these days.

The pink-haired boy also seemed to understand this mentality. He didn't approach her intimately, and took the initiative to leave some distance. Sometimes he was chatting vigorously with others, but when he looked at her, he became speechless again.

Yuko Ozawa didn't know how to deal with this special treatment.

She knew how to pretend to be deaf and dumb, pretending that she didn't know anything, but this kind of life of deception could only be maintained until the day before they went out to relax together.

A group of people are going to karaoke to play.

They went to ShidaX, which ranks first in karaoke in Japan. The score list said that the food here is delicious, there are special surprises for birthdays, and the decoration and sound insulation are also very good.

But compared to this, Ozawa Yuko is more happy that everyone hangs out together.

"We've been to karaoke before," Wild Rose complained, "In the end, we didn't sing a single song, and we were all discussing what we were singing for three to 10 minutes..."

Fu Heihui impatiently pressed the button at the door: "So, didn't I add 10 minutes this time?"

"But this time it's five people." Knotabagi Yuhito poked himself in the face thinking about it.

It seems to be starting to reach an impasse again.

Yuko Ozawa quickly stated: "I don't have to sing." She added slowly, "I don't like to sing, I get out of tune, I like to watch other people sing."

She really can't sing normal songs.

Yuko Ozawa doesn't pay much attention to the domestic music scene. She usually only listens to foreign rap, but her English is not good. Standing on it, people can only hear her Japanese English with a bad accent and slurred voice.

"I don't have to sing." Shunping also said immediately.

"Why don't you sing if you can't sing well?" Hu Zhang turned his head, and soon his slightly different tone turned into a joke. "If you don't sing well, don't sing, at least half of the music world can't speak now."

Junpei couldn't help laughing: "You are so hurt."

Yuko Ozawa also chuckled, but she would never be so foolish as to sing after being teased.

Because, she wants to save face, she is not just hanging out with friends now, as a woman who is admired, it is normal for her to have a little bit of her own reserve and try to maintain her image.

With such a mentality, Ozawa Yuko has been sitting quietly in the corner.

Sure enough, it is difficult for an amateur to sing a song perfectly.

In the next hour, she enjoyed songs that screamed ghosts and howled wolves, songs that were no longer tuned during the whole process, and songs that suddenly lost time in the middle of the original singing.

Junpei sang better: "So, on sad days, I don't have all the emotions..."

So he is Maiba.

Yuko Ozawa yawned and continued recording.

Junpei handed the microphone to the person next to him.

The screen suddenly dimmed, and the song exploded violently. The boy's originally clear voice was deliberately lowered, and his body imitated the singer's posture:

"Mom is the queen here, and the real me is a replica..."

It's "The Queen of Kabukicho" by Ringo Shiina

Ozawa Yuko was a little sobered by the singing, and looked over in surprise, because not only was it very pleasant to hear, but also this singer was her mother's favorite when she was young.

She thought boys like him liked pop music more.

Yuko Ozawa was muttering while holding her mobile phone, and the pink-haired boy who was photographed began to imitate Ringo's unique tone, her voice became low, and she sang seriously to the screen.

Different from his high-spirited and enthusiastic voice in the past, after he suppressed it, it seemed to have a storyline that made people imagine.

She slowly moved the camera to focus on his long eyelashes illuminated by the white light, and then, his fine eyelashes flickered, and the clear amber turned her head as if touched.

The camera dodges subconsciously.

Yuko Ozawa immediately realized, why should she be afraid, she is not the one to hide from.

She turned back the camera software again, and when she lifted it up, she couldn't see anyone in the place where the light was cast down. Before she looked around for a while, a silver glowing microphone was handed to her mouth.

Knotaba Yuhito tapped the microphone underneath.

Yuko Ozawa glanced at him, looked at the screen, and connected with the singing tone a few seconds later:

"...Eloped with this man."

Her voice is relatively soft, and it sounds a lot short of Queen Ringo's self-confidence, not to mention, she hasn't found the tune for a while.

Yuko Ozawa immediately covered her face in shame after singing.

God, she sang so badly that she still felt that Fuhei and Wild Rose were singing out of tune, and Junping's voice was too low. Where did she have the confidence to make her feel this way.

She covered her face for a while, but when she opened her eyes, the words 'elope with this man' appeared on the screen again. '

Ozawa Yuko belatedly realized what she sang.

A feeling of death slowly swept over her, she took a breath, barely calmed down, then secretly looked away, only to see that people over there were staring at her quietly.

Katsuobu Youruto was startled, then glanced over again, and smiled openly at her with his white teeth.

Ozawa Yuko didn't dare to look at it carefully.

She quickly turned her face away, covering her face with her thin white arms, leaving only the burning sensation of her skin.