Trajectory 2: entangled curves

It was the first time that Zhuge Qinuo did such a thing. The moment she came out, her heart seemed to jump out.

After taking a few deep breaths, I sighed in my heart: I was clearly helping others, but why did I feel like a thief?

This went on for three more days.

Three days later, she asked Zheng Yili about the situation and was told that there was still no response from Yan Zhengping.

It’s strange. Every time I go to deliver milk and notes, the milk from the previous delivery is gone.

"Ha, could it be that Yan Zhengping is just a little scoundrel who eats and drinks for free?" Zhuge Qinuo couldn't help but think so.

But even if she thought so, she couldn't change anything. The milk was gone, which at least meant that he must have seen the note. And she couldn't find any other way, so she could only persist.

On Friday of that week, it was the day for classes 3 and 4 to have joint classes. At that time, perhaps in order to save time and energy, the teacher would always put students from the two classes together for a few times a week.

Although having two classes together should be a common thing, most of the students are still very excited.

However, this majority of students does not include Zhuge Qinuo.

She actually doesn't like sitting at other people's tables, nor does she like others putting things on their tables. She doesn't like this double crowding and noise.

I don't like it but I can't change it.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of class that day, she quickly packed her things and moved her chair to her seat in the next class.

Her seat was right next to the third group, the third row. The second and third rows were reserved for good students, and the groups were changed every two weeks. She was right in the third group, which was the most central position in the entire classroom. In today's terms, it was the most important position among the VIPs in the classroom.

I didn't communicate much with the students in the next class. Instead, I picked up the English book and started looking through today's class content.

It’s strange that after enduring the ten minutes before the get out of class ended, until the bell rang, the English teacher still hadn’t arrived.

It’s understandable that the teacher didn’t come, maybe he was delayed in the previous class by attending another class.

Similarly, the owner of the table where she was sitting had not arrived yet.

Although they were from the neighboring class and often came here for classes, Zhuge Qinuo had no idea who was sitting here.

Sometimes, to prevent students from getting to know each other and whispering to each other, and sometimes for rewards or punishments, the positions in the class would be frequently changed. The bell had already rung, and she couldn't possibly look around to find out who in the next class was missing. Moreover, even if she did, she might not know. Why bother?

Inaction does not mean no speculation.

"Who is it? Maybe he asked for leave? That's fine, as long as he doesn't come, I can occupy the magpie's nest and enjoy a 'large space'."

Zhuge Qinuo thought so and felt happy for a moment.

She glanced at it out of the corner of her eye, but she didn't dare to be blatant, because at this time, the teacher could come in at any time. She couldn't be caught looking around.

Keep reading!

After a few seconds, there was a rustling sound behind, and then the owner of this seat came back.

Zhuge Qinuo took an inadvertent glance and saw an unexpected person - Yan Zhengping.

"How could it be him? How is it possible!"

A casual glance turned into a focused gaze.

"Class is starting!" the English teacher's voice.

"Stand up." Zhuge Qinuo shouted reflexively.

She completely forgot what the teacher had said before, that the monitor of the class should shout "Stand Up". She succeeded in taking the lead with lightning speed.

English teacher: "Hello, students."

The whole class: "Hello, teacher!"

After the students finished speaking, the whole class stood in silence for a few seconds because there was no order from the monitor to sit down.

"Please sit down!" Not knowing whether he should shout for everyone to sit down, the monitor of Class 3 shouted when he saw that Zhuge Qinuo did not shout.

This was just a small episode, and Zhuge Qinuo was filled with mixed feelings.

The moment he sat down, she clearly saw the corners of Yan Zhengping's mouth rise.

"Heh, is he making fun of me? Why is he sitting in this position?" Zhuge Qinuo had a thousand question marks in his mind.

Now, she really didn't want to sit in this position.

Of course, it has nothing to do with others, but the guilty conscience that arises from the bottom of my heart.

She tried her best to adjust herself, telling herself that Yan Zhengping would not know who sent the milk and the note.

The English teacher was speaking hard at the podium, and Zhuge Qinuo was taking notes seriously.

Listening to the lectures carefully did help her to get rid of her anxiety.

Until Yan Zhengping's English book came over.

She frowned and glared at him slightly, but ignored him.

Less than a second later, Yan Zhengping rubbed Zhuge Qinuo's arm again, and then tapped on the English book. Zhuge Qinuo was afraid that he would make a bigger move later, so he could only look over.

There was only one line in his English book: "Were you the one who sent me the milk and wrote the note?"

Zhuge Qinuo felt like she was caught red-handed. She seemed to be sucked away by the words, and even her breathing stopped for a few seconds. She could clearly feel Yan Zhengping's gaze, but she didn't dare to look at him.

After calming down for a few seconds, she stretched out her index fingers and crossed them to form a cross. She knew Yan Zhengping saw it. But after a while, Yan Zhengping rubbed her again and pointed at the three newly written words: "Is it you?"

Zhuge Qinuo didn't want to pay attention to him.

Yan Zhengping continued his previous actions.

It seems that he won't give up unless he gives an answer today.

She was really afraid that the teacher would see her little tricks, and she was even more afraid that she would be criticized together with the "hooligans" because of such little tricks. So she also took out her English book and wrote: "No! Study hard!" She also stood her English book upright to ensure that Yan Zhengping could see it.

After making sure that Yan Zhengping had seen it, she moved the book from the table to her knees and took notes in order to minimize the interaction with Yan Zhengping.

The get out of class finally ended.

The first thing Zhuge Qinuo could think of was to apologize to the monitor of Class 3: "I'm sorry, I just shouted "Stand Up" out of reflex."

After being forgiven, she pretended to ask casually: "Why, he sat in such a good seat?"

"Are you talking about Yan Zhengping?" The monitor of Class 3 obviously didn't get Zhuge Qinuo's intention of just asking quietly, and his voice sounded a little casual.

Zhuge Qinuo immediately tugged at the corner of her clothes.

The monitor of Class 10 immediately realized that good students should not ask about the poor students' situation, because asking would make them laugh. So she secretly said, "He made a bet with the teacher that if he improved by places in the monthly exam, the teacher would agree to a condition that was within his ability and not excessive. He did it, and then asked to be transferred to this position."

Zhuge Qinuo silently gave a thumbs up: "Your teacher is really good at this."

After understanding the situation, Zhuge Qinuo returned to Yan Zhengping's seat, deliberately avoided his gaze, took the stool and went back to the classroom.

Yan Zhengping just smiled.