Crush on classmate Knotweed

It was almost like a dream I didn't want to wake up from.

Yuko Ozawa has never received such preferential treatment. She is being noticed all the time. Everyone is envious of her and discussing her. She gave several contact information in a row, and even girls began to invite her enthusiastically. .

A stone was thrown into the quiet beach that had been dead for a long time, and there was no echo for a long time, and then the flattered echo burst out from the pool.

"Ozawa," Lan straightened her hair, "Suzuko asked us to sit at Starbucks, and then we took her car to the new restaurant opened by Mihua University."

Ozawa Yuko let out an oh, her eyes glazed over, and she stood up belatedly.

"Well, isn't Kudo-san going?" She asked stupidly.

After finishing speaking, Yuko Ozawa shuddered all over, wishing that time would turn back.

"What am I going to do at your girls' party?" Kudo Shinichi casually ordered some Coke from the drink machine, "Besides, Police Officer Megure invited me to the new crime scene, how can I..."

"Will you choose us in the reasoning?" Lan asked familiarly.

With a bang, she almost punched the cabinet door in, which startled Yuko Ozawa.After she finished trembling, she looked at Lan in amazement, and saw that her slender fingers were about to crush the lock on the cabinet door again.

The drink machine rolled up iced Coke.

Kudo Shinichi squatted down to pick it up, and turned his head to look at her in confusion, as if he didn't know why she was angry at all.

And he was in a hurry: "Well, goodbye."

"Goodbye, did you hear what he said just now?" On the way to Starbucks, Lan said angrily, "He said, goodbye, that's great. When someone told him that, he only replied two words, and he still said that Ugly words..."

"Are you and Kudo-san a couple?" Yuko Ozawa asked curiously.

As soon as these words came out, the girl next to her was startled, followed by her breathing suddenly, and finally smiled awkwardly: "No, we are just childhood sweethearts."

Yuko Ozawa smiled slightly because she had figured it out before she could reply.

"Boys are always like this," she comforted her carefully, as if she was saying a small thing. "They may be a little slower than us girls."

Lan is also a delicate person, she instantly understood that Yuko Ozawa also had an unspeakable person in her heart.

There was no other word on the road, and the two walked silently one after another, but the distance between them was shortened a lot, as if there was an invisible string between them.

Lan walked halfway, and suddenly stopped, the phone glowed:

"Hey, I'm sorry, Yuko. My friend Sonoko said that the party was cancelled. She was tested sick. Maybe she caught a cold when she came back from Hawaii. I'm sorry, she's sick, but I'm going to see her ..."

Yuko Ozawa understood the meaning, "It's okay, I actually have a schedule myself."

Making friends is really not that easy.

She was a little disappointed, and sat alone at Starbucks, and ordered a glass of iced Americano, because bitter things would prevent her from gaining weight.

After Yuko Ozawa lost weight, she basically seldom thought about eating. She used to drink several cups of hot cocoa a day, but now her mind is not on diet at all, so she starts to get bored without drinking.

"Is that her? Her legs are so thin..."

"The profile is so superior, he must be of mixed race, and he looks like Showa..."

The voice became louder and louder, and only a few words could be heard clearly, Ozawa Yuko was taken aback for a moment, and then tentatively stretched her legs out of the table.

The amazement grew even bigger behind him: "It's so white..."

She felt a little smug in her heart, turned her head, and saw the girls who were talking a lot were silent for a moment, glanced at them, and they all looked mediocre, she turned her face slightly, and saw several men watching intently. she.

Not even the mouth is aligned with the straw.

Ozawa Yuko quickly turned her head and laughed for a while, when a sudden voice came in:

"Miss, your iced Americano has arrived."

She turned her head, except for a glass of iced Americano, there were also a few snacks that seemed to be bought at the McDonald's next door.

"Oh," the waiter saw the doubt in her eyes and turned his head, "the gentleman sitting by the window invited you."

Ozawa Yuko looked in the direction he was pointing in confusion.

An office worker in a suit was sitting by the window. He opened his notebook, with a straight face and a wrist watch. He looked like an elite who went out after graduating from Mihua University.

Seeing her coming, he also looked over specially, and raised half of his eyebrows.

Faced with this straightforward pursuit, Ozawa Yuko was a little at a loss. She turned around, took out the yen in her wallet, and put them all on the plate held by the waiter.

She stood up holding the ice American, and then saw that the table also made a sound.

Would he still come out to chase her?

Yuko Ozawa was surprised and happy in her heart, she pushed open the door as if avoiding it, there was a layer of people outside, the girls gathered around one person begging for business cards, and some cosplay monsters were sticking to the girls.

Strange to say, why are there so many cosplay oddities in Tokyo?

"Are you really from the stardust scout club?"

"Can I have your business card?"

The scout escaped from the entanglement of the crowd in distress. He stood on tiptoe, his eyes met Yuko Ozawa who was fleeing from Starbucks, and he instantly became energetic:

"Miss, can you accept my business card? I'm Stardust Scouting Agency..."

It is the most famous society in Japan!

Yuko Ozawa stopped in her tracks, she could see girls (and cos) all around him asking for business cards, and she didn't have to do anything, just pass by quietly, and she could get everything easily.

She turned her face away from the burning eyes, tucked her hair, and could see the flush caused by joy.

"I'm sorry," she pursed her lips, which were only covered with gloss, and tried her best to suppress her superiority. "My mother wouldn't let me be a star."

The scout pulled the hands off his body and persisted: "Miss! Can you try to shoot a few short videos? I can guarantee that within a year, you will definitely become popular all over Japan, and maybe break out of Asia—"

Exaggeration, this is too exaggerated.

Yuko Ozawa left with her satchel on her back. As she walked, her back became straighter, and her hips even turned up arrogantly.

The sound of the phone vibrating suddenly became louder. It was a boy who sent her a picture he took. To be honest, it was a bit annoying, but Yuko Ozawa didn't want to delete his contact information.

She hesitated to shine a light on her face with her mobile phone.

There is a beautiful face on the black screen. Her face is small, her facial features are soft and delicate, and her whole body is slender and tall, with a snow-white body. She has undoubtedly become a beauty in the broad sense.

Yuko Ozawa touched her face cherishingly.

She decided not to eat anything tonight, because she was afraid that such a life would disappear.

"No need!" The scout shouted fiercely from behind,

"Please go away, please? You don't even look at what you look like. You look at your legs. They are so thick and O-shaped. How can you walk out of Asia like this!"

The girl was instantly overwhelmed by his scolding. She wasn't really fat, but now she was holding on to the corner of her skirt.

Ozawa Yuko suddenly grasped the corner of her clothes.

At this moment, she was standing where she was, and the little girl who was confident because of her beauty began to disappear in her fragile heart.

Because she has been an ugly person for too long, she can easily be brought into the target of every sentence that people cast malice on, which is almost an instinctive reaction.

In less than a moment, Yuko Ozawa decisively turned on the phone and deleted all the boys who had just been added.

Why is she happy because of these people's pursuit?

They're just guys who judge people by their appearance.

The same girl, who just went through a short summer vacation and just changed her face, why did she become so sought after?

Yuko Ozawa knew it very well.

It was precisely because of this that her heart was squeezed severely and thrown to the ground like crumbled paper.

Suddenly, the shadow of that person seemed to be outlined again, he seemed to have been in her heart all the time, sitting quietly, but when he moved, he had gleaming dog-shaped eyes, and exuded a happy and relaxed atmosphere all the time.

She suddenly wanted to see that person desperately.

Because she will meet many, many people in the future, and they will all like her appearance and praise her beauty that does not exist.

No one would notice the softness and delicacy hidden in her heart when she was dusty like an ugly duckling.

Except Knotweed Youruhito.

She would never see anyone like him in her life.

Ozawa Yuko suddenly started running, her skirt fluttering, the Shinkansen from Tokyo to Sendai only takes two hours, and it won't be long before she must see Knotaba Yuhito right now and tell him her heart out loud.

Since a beautiful appearance is useful, please God, it is also useful to Knotweed Yujin.

I beg God, I beg God.

She would only have this one regret in her life, and she wanted to tell him that even if he refused, it would be good if classmate Hu Zhang understood how she felt.

As soon as the Shinkansen passed through and got off the bus, she ran as hard as she could amidst the din of people. No other exercise would work harder and harder than this time.

Sweat came from the sweltering summer wind, but she didn't want to let herself be delayed by a second to see Knotweed Yujin.

She walked past the place where they left school, and there stood a towering pine tree. They had passed by here many times and saw some strange-shaped leaves falling from the tree.

Walking on the road, every word he said, even a joke, Yuko Ozawa would pinch her fingers tightly and carefully organize the words to respond.

He would send Yuko Ozawa down to the apartment, and she wanted to go up immediately to catch his back before disappearing quickly.

And he would hum the theme song of popular TV series, read a lot of comics, and give her exciting science.

He will also try his best to find the advantages in her, telling her that it is good over and over again, so that she will no longer be trapped in her defects.

This is the only object of her lonely life in the third year of junior high school.

He was always so gentle, so considerate, and always helped others. He was never angry at her clumsiness, as if he would never have negative emotions towards her.

Knotweed Yujin is the only one who won't say 'no' to her ugly.

And she may never meet such a person again in her life.

Yuko Ozawa ran to the high school of Sendai Municipal No. [-] Middle School desperately.

As she got closer to the target, she was struggling more and more, she was about to lose a layer of sweat, and it was sticky on her back uncomfortably. Yuko Ozawa felt sad that she should find a place to put on makeup and buy clothes first, so that she could meet people , but she has no strength to walk for the time being.

Her legs were trembling, her bangs were covered with sweat, and leaning against the wall, she saw a figure from the back looking at the school gate number.

The boy's eyes seemed sad and nostalgic.

Yuko Ozawa frowned, looked up and down, saw that he was not wearing a school uniform, but was wearing a black uniform, wondering if the high school had changed its uniform.

Looking past his fair face and strange sea urchin head, she tentatively asked: "Excuse me, do you know Knotweed Yuren from the first year of high school?"

"You are?" He frowned.

"I'm his friend," Ozawa Yuko beamed when she heard that, she had found the right person. "He and I are classmates in junior high school, but today I have something to ask him for, so I would like to ask him—"

The head of the sea urchin withdrew his gaze from the door plate.

He swept across her face sadly, paused for a while, and sighed helplessly.

And let her sink to the bottom:

"Knotweed Yuren, he is dead."