Crush on classmate Knotweed

What a shame!

With a snap, the strap of the schoolbag was torn apart by her, and the heavy schoolbag suddenly fell from behind. Just when she was nervous about falling into the puddle, Knotaba Yuhito caught the half-empty schoolbag with quick eyesight and hands.

Empty, empty-handed to pick up the sword?

Under Ozawa's adoring gaze, he exhaled: "Fortunately, it's not difficult..."

As soon as the voice fell, the zipper of the schoolbag was cut open, and the textbook fell into the puddle with a splash.

"Ah! I'm sorry!" Knotabagi Yujin immediately squatted down nervously holding his head.

He picked it up quickly, and apologized earnestly while picking it up: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Ozawa, I was really careless..."

The title page of a book was swayed on a dirty puddle, stained with yellowish water stains, causing plant fibers to linger on the fragile edges of the paper, like a girl's thoughts slowly rippling.

Ozawa Yuko also started to panic, not because of some stains, but because she saw the blurred black marks on the front of the book, and rushed to grab it immediately.

Knotweed Youruhito didn't react, she tore more than half of the book straight away.

"It's okay," Yuko Ozawa blushed and said first, she felt that she was talking nonsense. "I mean, it doesn't matter, it's going to drop on its own..."

Knotabazu Yuhito was puzzled: "Are you really all right?"

He looked suspiciously at the words she wrote everywhere on the book. Obviously, there were more dark characters on the back page.

But can't see clearly.

Yuko Ozawa snatched it up in an instant: "What I write are all unsightly things, such as discounts in supermarkets, and trying to write the names of classmates in the class to practice handwriting..."

For another example, I wrote a whole page of Knotweed Yourhito.

She laughed awkwardly a few times, fearing that the person concerned would see the names written all over the book, she didn't dare to look up, so she hurriedly stuffed all the wet books into her schoolbag, and ran away regardless.

Lost people!

Yuko Ozawa didn't dare to recall his expression trying to see the words clearly through the page, feeling his face was burned, and frustrated by the ugly face he might capture while running.

She hated herself to death!

Yuko Ozawa supported her chubby face, resenting her clumsiness, but after returning home, she opened the mirror for the first time in her life to stare at herself carefully.

At twelve o'clock in the morning, when she usually hesitated to open the hell girl forum, she sneaked to the sink.

She wiped her face carefully, and saw her chubby cheeks, crowded facial features and some small adolescent pimples countless times.

In fact, her facial features are pretty good, right?

The words that Knotabazu Yuren said to her suddenly sounded in her head, he said that she was careful, strong, brave and well educated.

Yuko Ozawa lowered her eyes and fumbled to put on a dolphin hairpin that spit bubbles.

Not knowing where her confidence came from, she suddenly felt that she actually looked good, but she was a little too fat.

After watching for a few seconds, Yuko Ozawa quickly denied it in her heart. She dodged and turned off the light in the bathroom, but the Hell Girl Forum that only hatred could drive to open on the notebook disappeared directly.

And the dolphin on her head was not removed, still spitting bubbles, and the diamonds shone dazzlingly.

Ozawa Yuko decided to find new friends.

But she hesitated about this for a long time. After all, the last time she was bullied was because she made friends, but she was too lonely to eat and go to class alone every day.

Moreover, because of Knotweed, she thinks the other students should be nice too, at least they won't attack her appearance, right?

Yuko Ozawa hesitated for a while, but the first decision she made was to remove the shiny dolphin hairpin from her head.

After the second class, the girls were sitting by the window chatting.

"So you also read that famous manga?"

"Yeah, it's Tanimoto-sensei's new work!"

"I don't know when Yamaguchi Kiichi's live will start—"

She sat not far away, marking a few marks on the paper with the black pen in her hand.

"So have you watched the latest issue of Good Luck with Different People's Blood Types?"

"Which magazine is it, 'non-no'?"

The black pen draws a pause.

The book that was fished out of the dirty puddle smelled of the drying machine and the lily of the perfume, but it still couldn't cover up the stench of the title page itself.

But Yuko Ozawa stopped writing, unable to bury her longing: "I have the latest issue of "non-no" magazine."

The girls next to her turned their heads in an instant.

She whispered: "...do you want to see it?"

As soon as this sentence was uttered, there was a long silence, which made her brain burn, and she wished that the reality would have a retract function.

I don't know who spoke first, but the voice was bold: "Okay!"

The black pen has stained the entire white page.

And she didn't see these stains at all, so she put her hand away, first took out the unopened magazine from the drawer, and handed it to them with both hands.

"Hey," a man saw the issue of the magazine with sharp eyes. "June 6th, isn't this today's issue? Ozawa, why do you have today's magazine?"

Yuko Ozawa pursed her lips: "My mother is the editor-in-chief of "non-no"."

"It's amazing," the person over there asked, "Then why do you go to school in Sendai? With the sales volume of "non-no", you are at least private in Tokyo."

She pursed her lips tightly: "But my mother is very busy with work, and no one cares about me except grandma."

"What about your father?" A girl asked curiously.

Yuko Ozawa tensed up all over, as if someone was approaching with a fishbone behind her. She breathed out, and then moved her lips after a while: "...Dad passed away."

Not everyone has a high emotional intelligence.

Time paused awkwardly, and they tacitly skipped this topic and started chatting about other topics.

Yuko Ozawa has many times to be the object of agreement in a topic. After a topic is discussed, she only says 'um', 'yes', 'really? 'this kind.

——Because there are not so many people who want to listen to her and know her, so she should be a quiet listener.

It's just that after a long time, I can't help but feel a little boring.

Her eyes moved to the outside, and the window was bright, except for the boys from the physical education department who were struggling to exercise.

Knotweed Yuren is also below.

He sat on the hot steps, as if he was resting, his face was expressionless, and his sword eyebrows that were originally raised also dropped. After leaving the crowd, he was a little tired and indifferent.

"Knotweed!" shouted his regular player, Sakamoto, "Come on, let's finish this round!"

After taking a sip of ice water, Knotabagi Youren raised his eyebrows again, and quickly cleaned up the bad negative state.

He shouted: "Come!"

Yuko Ozawa knows that he is very popular. He will eat with Yamaguchi, play with Sakamoto, and read with Takeshita. He seems to be very kind to everyone, because everyone likes him very much.

So, what about her?

To her, it was an ambiguous act, but to Knotweed, it must be very normal, right?

After all, she doesn't have close friends of the opposite sex for reference.

"...So, everyone will wear skirts to the party on Saturday, right?" Nanako Matsumoto said, "In summer, you should wear skirts to show off your beautiful legs."

They were all excited: "Of course!"

This sound was also caught by Yuko Ozawa in time. She listened for a while and turned her face slightly. Since she was not directly invited, it was really difficult for her sensitive to express joy.

Nanako Matsumoto continued: "Please come here on Saturday in beautiful dresses."

They continued to chat happily and enjoyed the Saturday party, but Yuko Ozawa was on pins and needles because of that casual invitation.

She put her hands on her waist uncomfortably, and she couldn't hold back when she talked, "Well, Matsumoto-san, can I go?"

"Ah, yes," Matsumoto Nanako agreed, and then she frowned in embarrassment. "But our party requires skirts..."

"...can you wear a skirt?"

Ozawa Yuko's hands trembled sensitively.

The sticky feeling of rubbing between the legs in summer immediately came to mind, and she always wore pants, let alone a skirt.

She couldn't speak back for a long time.

Nanako Matsumoto smiled: "It's not forced."

On a hot summer day, the fat man would pant every step of the way, smell a strange smell when he raised his arm, and be ridiculed by passers-by.

So it's normal for other girls not to want to walk with her.

The girls covered their mouths and let out a low laugh.

Yuko Ozawa has never felt that this moment is so difficult, no matter how many times she accepts this fact, it can't relieve the slight pain in her heart.

But she could only try her best to smile, expressing that she didn't care, it was her delusion to communicate with a group of people with better conditions than her.

Yuko Ozawa wants to leave here temporarily.

She stood up, but her legs seemed to have been pricked several times, and after a few steps, she leaned back limply, gasping for air from the coldness on the wall.

The voices amused by her behavior grew louder.

The boy under the window yelled, "Hey, Sakamoto, throw the ball over—"

She got up in embarrassment.

The boy swinging the bat below saw that his pink hair had been illuminated into gold, his hand holding the club was firm and strong, and his eyes showed the ferocious light of a tiger staring at its prey.

The golden light and the hazy mist merged into one.

Yuko Ozawa quietly watched him finish his swing, then turned around, at this moment, there was a sound of cicadas, and the girl's voice was buried by the noise:

"...Then I wish you a good time."

She can't imagine the rebelliousness and affection of adolescence, because she is excluded from even normal social interaction.

The hot ball also hit the palm.