Trajectory 2: entangled curves

The hotel receptionist understood Zhuge Qinuo's concerns: "Don't say buts. I know. Don't tell your dad! But, I also have a but. You should be more sensible and be careful."

The receptionist said as she handed the item to her. Zhuge Qinuo took it and kept thanking her.

"408, fourth floor!" the receptionist added.

"Thank you!" Zhuge Qinuo, in line with the principle of seeing the Buddha off to the west, carried the kettle, went upstairs and rang the doorbell.

Zheng Qili opened the door: "Zhuge, didn't you register?"

Zhuge Qinuo: “Ah?”

Zheng Qili: "The front desk just called and asked me to go register."

Zhuge Qinuo: "Oh, yes, I don't know how to do that. Then it says below, whoever lives there must register. Also, water."

Zheng Qili: "Okay then, Zhengping, I'll go register. Chenchen, do you want to live here?"

Yan Zhengping: "He lives there."

Zheng Qili: "Oh, OK, Zhuge, bring the water in."

Zheng Qili made arrangements in a hurry and left after she finished speaking.

Zhuge Qinuo did as he was told, slowly walked into the room and stood by the door.

"I want to drink Coke." As soon as I walked in, I heard Yan Zhengping's voice.

"Just be quiet, you..." Chen Chen was a little disgusted.

"Coke!" Yan Zhengping repeated it before Chen Chen finished speaking.

Chen Chen and Yan Zhengping had been together for a long time and knew his intentions, but he couldn't do anything about it. He took the thermos and cup from Zhuge Qinuo, put them on the desk in the room, and said to her, "Before Zheng comes back, please check on him."

"I can go buy it." Zhuge Qinuo was a little scared at the thought of being in the same room with this "big devil", so he volunteered.

"Do you know where to buy it?" Chen Chen said, and then left, closing the door, not giving her any more chances. The sound of the door closing was like a heavy punch to Zhuge Qinuo's brain.

She and he were the only ones left in the room. She was still standing by the door, and he was leaning on the bed with his back to her. She was extremely uneasy.

"I want to drink water!" Yan Zhengping finally spoke.

"Don't you want to drink Coke?" Although he was afraid, Zhuge Qinuo would not show weakness.

"I want to drink water now! You're not afraid of me, are you?" There was a smile in Yan Zhengping's voice.

Zhuge Qinuo could not stand provocation. She walked into the room, poured some water, and in order to show that she was not afraid, she placed the water on his bedside table.

This time she finally saw the injured man clearly, and she couldn't look away. Not for any other reason, but because this was the first time she saw someone injured in a fight so closely. Yan Zhengping had gauze covering his forehead and the corners of his eyes. There was blood seeping out of the gauze.

The places without gauze were also swollen and black and blue, and it looked like there was not a single piece of healthy flesh on the face.

"It's you!" he said.

"I am the one who saves people from suffering. What's wrong with me?" Zhuge Qinuo didn't understand Yan Zhengping's inexplicable words, but he also retorted.

Yan Zhengping: "You just like hiding in the dark and watching the show, right?"

Zhuge Qinuo felt a little guilty: "What are you talking about?"

“This is the second time,” he said.

She suddenly remembered the last time she pushed him. He actually saw it when she and Chen Chen were hiding in the dark.

But so what? Zhuge Qinuo didn't want to waste time on this and boldly started a new topic: "Did you play it after school this afternoon?"

Yan Zhengping: "Oh? You knew?"

Zhuge Qinuo: "I don't know. Why?"

"What do you think?" Yan Zhengping looked at her.

His eyes were injured, but that didn't stop Zhuge Qinuo from feeling nervous when he looked at him.

Like a pig, he didn't get serious. Zhuge Qinuo thought she was asking unnecessary questions. He took out the remaining 140 yuan from his bag, put it on the bedside table, and pressed it with a cup of water: "For Qili."

"Oh, you little rich woman! You paid our room rent and now you want to support us?" He said with a smile and then coughed.

"Please stop talking." After he calmed down, she said, "I'm leaving."

Yan Zhengping: "Aren't you going to wait for her to come back?"

"No need to wait. No one is watching you and you won't die." Zhuge Qinuo said and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Yan Zhengping suddenly sat up. The pain in his body made him grit his teeth.

"What's wrong again?" Zhuge Qinuo stopped and frowned.

"You still have to do what you have to do." He said every word clearly.

Zhuge Qinuo naturally understood what he was talking about. He was stunned as if he had been caught red-handed. "When did you know that?"

"Hey, why do you think I had to sit in that seat in the third row?" he said.

She suddenly realized that he knew it at that time. He did that just to wait for the rabbit, and she was the rabbit.

Zhuge Qinuo: "What if I don't?"

"You can try it." After saying this, Yan Zhengping returned to his original lying position.

Zhuge Qinuo couldn't bear to be with him for even a second because of the feeling of being controlled. He just left.

Yan Zhengping smiled. He was sure that Zhuge Qinuo would not dare to try it.

Just as Yan Zhengping expected, Zhuge Qinuo didn't have the courage to disobey him. Rather than being afraid, she hoped that time would heal the rift between Zheng Qili and Yan Zhengping. Love grows over time! All she had to do was to hold on for a while longer.

On Monday night, Zhuge Qinuo went to deliver milk. The moment she opened the drawer, she felt a sense of unfamiliarity. The drawer was terribly tidy. She had a bad feeling - this person had changed his position. She picked up one of the books, and sure enough, someone else's name was written on it. She didn't want to be the one who rummaged through other people's drawers, so she carefully put the book back to its original place.

"Classmate!" A voice came out the moment the drawer lid was closed, and it almost scared her to death.

Fortunately, he was not a teacher. This was Zhuge Qinuo’s only blessing.

After the visitor saw Zhuge Qinuo clearly, he was stunned for a moment, then walked into the classroom calmly, opened the lid of a seat in the last row of the classroom, and searched for something.

Zhuge Qinuo didn't dare to move or make a sound. He wanted to wait until he left before finding the seat of that damn Yan Zhengping.

Soon the man sorted out a pile of books, and before leaving he asked, "You are not in this class, are you?"

Zhuge Qinuo thought: "I am the monitor of the class next door, how could he not know me? Is he not from this class too? The two are the same."

But the fact is that she is not in this class, and someone else asked first, so she could only honestly admit: "Yes, I am not in this class, I am in the class next door."

Concluding that this person was not from this class, Zhuge Qinuo deliberately asked: "Hello, classmate, may I ask, where is Yan Zhengping's seat in your class?"

"Yan Zhengping?" The person stopped walking.

"Yeah!" Zhuge Qinuo nodded.

"I'm not in their class either," the visitor said, "but if you want to find his seat, the one I just took the book from is it."