Crush on classmate Knotweed

Wild Rose said that she was very whimsical.

"Hahahaha," she leaned forward and backward laughing, and kept patting the pillow. "Second development? Yuko, wake up, you didn't develop the first time."

Ozawa Yuko pinched the corner of the quilt angrily: "What if there is?"

Wild Rose raised her face and looked at her chest a few times.

After a few seconds, she laughed even harder: "Nothing is nothing, Yuko, maybe you can consider being a foreign model, because they have no breasts at all!"

Mad!

Yuko Ozawa threw off the quilt, and her face became puffy with sullenness. After changing into clothes without saying a word and preparing for training, she ran into a white-haired teacher who was pinching his chin and thinking in the corridor.

When she walked over, Teacher Wutiao grabbed her shoulders and turned her around: "Yuko, go back and change your clothes."

"Why?" She asked without a good temper.

"Because," he glanced around and whispered to her, "I want to invite you to a hot spring."

Ozawa Yuko was suspicious: "Really?"

"Really," said the teacher, who is usually not very serious, "didn't everyone stay up all night to deal with super cursed objects a few days ago? You haven't had a good rest. Teacher, please relax."

She stared at him dubiously, but she couldn't bear the sincere trust in the teacher (mainly because he was really rich), immediately cheered, turned around and ran back happily.

Yuko Ozawa has never gone out to a hot spring with her classmates before!

This could be considered a study trip.

With the blessing of money, Teacher Gojo's reputation suddenly soared to a super level in her heart. Yuko Ozawa never realized that the teacher is still a good teacher who is reasonable and considerate of the students.

She had just finished changing her skirt when the door was pushed open with a bang: "Teacher Wu Tiao actually invited us out to play?"

"I knew this a long time ago!" Yuko Ozawa said to her happily.

Teacher Wujo is really great!

The two of them didn't bother to worry about the trifles of 'is the breast big or not' and 'why didn't you tell me such a good thing earlier', they just changed their clothes quickly and ran out immediately, as if he was afraid that he would regret it in the next second.

Ye Qiangwei seldom said good things a few times: "Why did I suddenly feel that Mr. Wu Tiao is so handsome, so pleasing to the eye, very generous, and very tasteful in clothes?"

"I think so too." Yuko Ozawa ran out the door moved.

The boys ran over one step behind them.

The tall and slender teacher Wutiao was standing at the door. He was wearing a white shirt with a black coat on his shoulders. His sunglasses made his expression inexplicably calm.

"Okay, kids," he slapped his palms, interrupting the students' conversation. "Get in the car."

Only then did his students see the bus behind them.

"It looks like a long journey." Hu Zhang sighed and opened his mouth wide.

The five of them looked over expectantly, and were about to go up one by one, when Miss Maki, who was holding a machete in the door, ran into her: "What are you going to do?"

"Go to the hot spring," Wild Rose quietly placed her hand on Yuko Ozawa, her tone suppressed her emotions as much as possible. "After all, our teacher is Gojo Satoru, not Kusakabe-sensei."

The implication is that your teacher will not invite you to go to the hot springs, just a little bit.

After saying this, Ye Qiangwei and Ozawa Yuko pulled Junpei away in front of him with a strong desire to survive, and rushed to the car, fearing that they would be eaten alive by the scythe if they were a second late.

After running to the bus, the two of them sat on their seats in fear and gasped wildly.

The window was quickly knocked on.

Maki-san had a straight face, and the sickle on her shoulder was covered with a layer of coldness from the sunlight, which made people feel like they were in hell, and she said with all her vigor: "Don't come back if you have the ability."

Yuko Ozawa avoided her face in a panic: "When are we going to drive?"

The bus buzzed immediately.

This action made the two of them feel that they were able to do it again, and turned their heads, ready to seize the hard-won opportunity to provoke Maki-senpai, but they caught a glimpse of Maki-san with a knife walking towards the door.

"The senior we respect so much is actually coming to beat us."

"Who told you to say those words!"

The two looked over in fear, but the car door slammed shut, and Gojo-sensei withdrew his hand from the button.

"Thank you Gojo-sensei!" Yuko Ozawa breathed a sigh of relief.

Wild Rose also started to say good things: "Actually, Mr. Gojo looked a bit like Oda Nobunaga!"

Fu Heihui in the front row couldn't help laughing.

"Nonsense," she immediately retorted, "Oda Nobunaga is only 1.6 meters [-] in history, and he is two centimeters shorter than me. In terms of the height and ability of Mr. Gojo, he is at least Captain America."

Wujo teacher couldn't help laughing happily.

At this time, the car started to move slowly, the hired driver turned the steering wheel, his laughter drifted along with the rhythm of the car's vibration.After a few seconds, he stopped and decisively took out the black card:

"I'll give you two a VIP later!"

The two girls who had never seen the world exclaimed.

The little tiger who was lowering his head to eat potato chips also raised his head. He quickly swallowed his bulging cheeks and raised his hand:

"Why use Captain America to describe the teacher? I think the identity of the teacher should be Iron Man who is good at creating high technology."

Shunping, who had been silent all this time, waved his hands: "Obviously it's Batman, Iron Man is so playful, Mr. Wutiao seems to belong to the type who is very feminine, but clean and self-sufficient."

"I think no matter what," Hu Zhang tilted his head with a smile, "Teacher Wu Tiao is a very good person."

Teacher Wutiao just crossed his legs and didn't have a specific fixed sitting posture. People behind him would think his head was dangling due to the vibration of the car when they looked forward, but in fact it was him who was stunned by the praise of the students.

He adjusted his sunglasses and smiled: "You make me feel embarrassed."

Fu Heihui finished reading the words on the chocolate packaging bag expressionlessly.

Teacher Wutiao continued to reach out: "All! All VIPs!"

"Yeah! Long live the teacher!" There was a sound from the back row.

Knotweed pulled out a whole piece of potato chips from the bag, leaned forward, and put it on the lips of Teacher Wutiao.He froze for a moment, then took it with a smile on his face.

Polygonum cuspidatum said sweetly, "Thank you teacher."

"How did you start learning from Yuko?"

Sure enough, Yuko Ozawa knew that once this man knew about the unexplainable little relationship between the two of them, he would tease the two of them infinitely and repeatedly dance on the points she hated.

Knotweed Youruhito and she are considered to be from Sendai, and the endings of sentences tend to turn upwards, and his speech is always sticky.

It looks like her there.

Yuko Ozawa shrank red on the seat, wishing to block his eyes, and the pink-haired boy next to him also leaned on the seat shyly, very embarrassed: "Well, teacher, I didn't learn... ..."

"I didn't learn it." He imitated it teasingly.

Yuko Ozawa couldn't help it: "Teacher, stop talking..."

"Stop talking." He imitated again.

The other students laughed.

Because the accents of the two of them are really similar, especially the feeling at the end of the sentence. Although the voices of the two are different, it is funny that the same accent reminds them of their relationship.

Shunping: "Stop it, it's actually not funny, it's a bit like a husband and wife picture."

This statement made the others laugh even harder.

Ozawa Yuko blocked her hot ears, her feet were shaking, hoping that the time would end quickly.Whether it was before or after she fell in love with him secretly, she didn't like others to talk about her.

"Stop it," Hu Zhang suddenly shouted, "it's too much for girls to use such words."

Only then did she find a chance to say, "Yes, I don't like it very much."

"Really?" Wild Rose, who had been silent all this time, turned her head.

If I knew she had lied to knotweed before, but now that she has given up, others will only think that she has such an awkward personality, and she will say things differently.

Yuko Ozawa really has a hard time to talk about, and these people are her friends, and she doesn't want to talk about them.

She went down sullenly.

Oh, it turned out to be here in Kusatsu Onsen, only 200 miles away from Tokyo. She and her mother have been here many times, and there is a VIP with consumption records here.So why rent a bus, the tram is faster——

"Is this the three most famous hot springs in Japan?" Wild Rose was very excited, "It's so beautiful and big. I've never been to such a place."

She has always been this way with new things.

Ozawa Yuko walked forward habitually, and could not listen to her chattering expressions of excitement. When she walked halfway, the excited Wild Rose couldn't help but shake her several times: "I haven't been here, really. I haven't been here..."

Her feet just slipped.

Ozawa Yuko's eyes suddenly turned, and there were only water stains on the soles of her feet. Two seconds later, the classmates pulled her up again.

Wutiao teacher stroked his chin: "Are you all right?"

"Probably not," she rubbed her hit head, "I don't seem to be in great pain..."

Yuko Ozawa lowered his head.

A big gash was cut on the knee, and blood seeped out continuously. She raised her head in a daze, and could only wait for the scar to heal, because using the inversion technique would allow her to give birth to a second leg.

Wujo teacher lowered his eyes and asked, "Do you only use spell power when necessary?"

"Does everyone use spells all the time?" she asked rhetorically.

"It's all right," Gojo-sensei patted her on the shoulder, "The battle is happening all the time, so don't relax for a moment... But, Yuko, go and have a good rest first."

Wild Rose shyly said, "I'm sorry, Yuko."

"Hey, it's okay," Yuko Ozawa comforted her softly, "I've soaked it many times anyway, so have fun, I'll wait for it to scar slowly."

Otherwise, it will be painful to enter the water.

She followed the waiter to the place where they would come to eat after soaking the soup and sit and rest. It seemed that the only advantage of being a conjurer was that the injury healed faster than ordinary people.

But Yuko Ozawa has been so good over and over again, because she is cheap, as long as she looks good, she wants to tear it apart.

When the scar was about to join together again, she couldn't help stretching out her hand to pinch it again. The pain and obsessive-compulsive disorder bloomed on her knee, and the pain almost made her cry.

She rubbed her eyes the next second.

At this moment, with a bang, the door was pushed open.Yuko Ozawa couldn't wait to see who that person was, so she quickly covered her legs with her yukata, and turned her face away in embarrassment.

After all, her posture just now was too indecent.

Ozawa Yuko didn't know how many moves he watched, if she watched them all, she would kill him first.

"Ozawa," the boy sat far away from her, and he seemed to think about it before speaking. "Did my feelings bother you?"

Sentence ends with a rise of natural sunlight.

Yes.

She is very troubled. The feelings of others towards her make her at a loss. She cares more about her own image management and language rhetoric, and repeatedly looks for her own strengths and weaknesses.

I can't wait for all the men in this world to disappear.

Yuko Ozawa turned her head and showed a gentle and kind smile: "No."

"Eh?" The pink-haired boy lowered his legs in surprise, he was stunned for a few seconds, and looked at her gratefully. "Ozawa is really good."

Ozawa Yuko pursed her lips unnaturally.

Because she knew that if she answered [yes], the knotweed would force herself to put it down, and the feeling of sticking in her throat was like a painful memory, which made Ozawa Yuko feel the same.

She didn't want people to experience this pain again.

And other people are really good, like the sun, or a burning charcoal fire, which can make people warm all over, but while warming others, they are burning themselves.

Does he hurt?

Yuko Ozawa said: "Knotweed, you don't have to do this. In fact, I have been thinking about whether I can make myself more comfortable when I came to the college for a while..."

Oops, it looks like this is going to be a very serious topic.

She changed her voice, "...What troubles me about what you said is that everyone knows that you like me, and then I once had a crush on you, which embarrasses me."

Very good, it sounds like you can avoid the worries of others who have been sentenced to death with a suspended death sentence.

"So you mean," Knotweed Zhang understood, feeling a little nervous for no reason. "I'm going to tell you straight away, right?"

"what?"

She regained her senses immediately: "Well, it's not..."

"I like Ozawa-san very much." He said suddenly.

Yuko Ozawa glanced over in shock, and saw that he shrugged his shoulders pretending to be relaxed, but his elbows seemed to have no strength at all, with imperceptible panic.

To be honest, it's kind of cool.

She covered her side face with one hand, because she wanted to cover up the involuntary smile on her lips. If it was Yuko Ozawa three months ago, she would have eagerly agreed. This is called a dream come true.

But now, girls have to be reserved.

"It's ok, but it's not impossible to consider," Ozawa Yuko said in a self-confident tone, "Confessions can happen, but..."

"Eh? I'm just confessing." The boy said in surprise.

In other words, people didn't think so deeply!

Yuko Ozawa smiled dryly to save the embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I may have misheard, hey, generally speaking, confession is not..."

"It's just an expression of love." He said cautiously.

The tall boy lowered his head and spoke weakly, so that she could only see the top of his pink head. This was not because of his blunt narrowness and mockery, but because he really didn't want to drag her down.

"If," Knotweed continued, "if I feel troubled, I won't show it."

His voice is very low.

And the girl's voice at the end said: "It's not bothering you either."

"Anyway, most high school romances are only a few months or a few weeks," Ozawa Yuko turned her face away, and the arc of her profile was even more graceful. "It's not like they will be together forever, my parents met after work..."

"...it's okay to have a date during the period." She finished in a mosquito voice.

After speaking, the two of them fell into silence by coincidence, and their minds began to break one sentence into three sentences to understand what the other party said just now.

Yuko Ozawa was calm on the surface, but she was frantic in her heart. Why did she suddenly say such proactive words? She has read a lot of love magazines, and the one who takes the initiative first loses.

Huh, it's all because she has too little experience, and she didn't practice with a few men.

And the boy's head lowered, the more he thought about a sentence, the lower he fell, and then he hit the drawer next to him. Amid the loud noise of his head being slapped, he raised his red amber pupils.

Hu Zhang grinned and covered his head: "It hurts—"

"Are you okay?" Ozawa Yuko asked anxiously, "Do you need some medicine?"

He immediately puffed out his chest as if nothing had happened: "No, no, I have nothing to do."

really?

Ozawa Yuko looked at him suspiciously, saw some cold sweat breaking out on his head, and after a few words of concern, he could hear his pretendingly calm reply and attitude.

She groaned, then turned her head, and the reflection of the mirror suddenly showed a boy with his back hunched over and rubbing his head.

He whispered: "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts—"

Yuko Ozawa turned her head and saw him with her head up and chest up again. She tentatively asked, "Do you need medicine?"

"No need." He gritted his teeth.

After a few minutes, Polygonum cuspidatum was in so much pain that he closed his eyes, hugged his head and rubbed vigorously.The strength used was super strong, as if trying to rub out a second soul from the head.

"What the hell are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm afraid I will become stupid." He replied while rubbing his head. "My grandpa said that if you bump your head often, you will become stupid. Stupid people will always do a lot of wrong things."

"Including like me?" She said suddenly.

Knotweed raised its red and swollen head.

Yuko Ozawa smiled, and blurted out the topic she had been wanting to ask for a long time: "I don't know at all, what makes me worthy of being liked by others."

He didn't know why she always looked down on him so much.

Knotweed opened his mouth, "Because..." It's not okay to talk about pure feelings, she would be worried.

It's not enough to talk about beauty, she will pay more attention to this aspect.

The tutoring and the way of getting along are even worse, because just saying that she likes her seems to put a lot of pressure on her.

"I like it when you hit me." He said with his head running wildly.

Ozawa Yuko stared wide-eyed: "...Huh?"

Are you sick?

She tried to lean over, leaned closer to the other party, and pushed slightly: "Is this so?"

Knotweed felt a tingling sensation on his shoulders.

He blushed: "...almost, I like it very much."

"It's weird." In fact, she wanted to say that she was sick, "Well, do you like this too?"

Yuko Ozawa hit him again.

He continued to whisper: "...I also like it very much."

Too changeable/stateful.

Ozawa Yuko felt as if she had come into contact with an unspeakable thing, which made her a little scared and a little unbelievable, after all, Knotweed looked like a normal person.

She thought for a while, rolled up her sleeves: "How about this?"

"also very……"

Yuko Ozawa forcibly pulled him up, grabbed his arm, and all his life-long learning in the three months of high school was turned into a neat throw over the shoulder: "How about this?"

Knotaba Yuhito fell to the ground with a bang.

An unprecedented mouth suddenly appeared on his face, "Hey, what are you two doing?"

Knotweed decisively slapped himself across the face.

"It's okay," the pink-haired boy gritted his teeth, "...don't worry about him, please continue, I like it very much!"