Trajectory 2: entangled curves

"Ding Dong", text message.

"What's wrong with you? Why don't you get up and move around?" Mi Bei's text message.

Zhuge Qinuo did not respond immediately.

She opened WeChat irritably, forcing herself to do something else to resist the urge to reply to Mi Bei's message, so that Mi Bei would know that she didn't want to reply to the message now.

A pop-up window from a WeChat friend.

"Why would someone add me?" Zhuge Qinuo was still confused.

Mi Bei's text message came again: "Approve it. We have known each other for such a long time, it would be inappropriate if we don't have WeChat."

Sure enough it was him.

Add, must add!

As soon as I passed, the WeChat sound rang.

"You're not voting because you're afraid of hitting someone on the head, are you?"

Mibei sent a message with a sly grinning emoticon.

This kid really didn't realize the seriousness of the matter. Zhuge Qinuo couldn't help but reply: "It has nothing to do with others. You should be careful, this is a public place."

"What's wrong with me?" Mibe replied.

"Can you be a little more self-aware as an idol?"

"Please, don't even look at me."

"There are so many eyes watching you here, all the details will be captured, don't cause unnecessary trouble."

Zhuge Qinuo replied three times in a row.

"Oh!"

"But I'm not actually that popular. Don't be nervous."

Mibe replied.

In the following games, Zhuge Qinuo tried to pay more attention to and integrate into the game. She voted as usual, but later she learned to be smart and asked the boys in the front row for help.

It’s time for the instructor to give comments.

When it was Mibei's turn, the girls in the audience suddenly became agitated, and the female dancer on the stage expressed her crazy love for Mibei.

"You call this not so popular? Why don't I believe it?" Zhuge Qinuo questioned.

The host couldn't help but gossip.

"Ah, I can see that there are many fans of Mi Bei in the audience, so let me ask you a question that you all want to ask." The host paused and continued, "Mi Bei, what kind of girls do you like?"

Screams suddenly erupted from the audience.

Mi Bei smiled shyly: "This..."

The host continued, "Mibei is quite shy, but the dancers present here are all kindred spirits. We are one family. So, let's change the format to a question-and-answer format. You see, our female contestants really admire you, so let me ask you the first question: do you like girls who can dance? Or girls who are particularly good at dancing? When you are choosing your other half, does that give you extra points?"

There was a commotion from the audience.

"Uh. That's all fine. It's her personal preference whether to dance or not."

He actually answered? This was beyond Zhuge Qinuo's imagination.

But this kind of answer, even though it is given, seems to be no answer.

"Ah, do you like girls with temperament or girls who are cute?" The host didn't get the answer from the first question, so he asked another question based on the temperament of the contestant female dancer who was standing next to him.

"Wow!" The audience in the audience understood what the host meant, and Mi Bei naturally understood it too.

He really didn't want to answer, but he also understood that this was a way to liven up the atmosphere. He wanted to deal with it, but when he lowered his head, he caught a glimpse of Zhuge Qinuo. He didn't know if it was out of teasing or something, but he suddenly answered seriously: "Well... I can be a goddess when I need to be elegant, and I can be a loli when I need to be cute."

It feels like another answer that seems to be an answer but has no substance. Compared with the first two answers, it is clear that the host has also started to learn to be smart in the following questions.

The host entered the quick question and answer mode: "Hahaha, Mibei is fooling people again. Let's get more specific. Do you like long hair or short hair?"

Mibe: “Long hair!”

Host: "Plump or slim?"

Mi Bei: "Be thinner."

Host: “Height?”

Mi Bei: “About 160!”

Host: "We've asked once, let's ask more specifically. Skin color?"

Mibe: "White!"

Host: "What age difference is more acceptable?"

Mi Bei: "The young lady is very good."

Host: "Thank you Mibei. The ladies present can take a look to see if there are any who meet the criteria."

This topic really brought the atmosphere to a climax.

Zhuge Qinuo, who was sitting in the audience, was shocked that Mi Bei would actually answer such a question when he heard the answer. He thought, "He is still a child after all. He is so easy to fool and so honest."

On the other hand, out of instinct, I compared them with myself one by one.

Although it is rather general, it does fit every requirement. Especially when Mi Bei said that the young lady was very nice, she felt a chill down her spine.

She had no interest in watching the following games.

The last program was actually the instructor’s dance.

Zhuge Qinuo was immersed in mixed emotions and didn't even know when Mi Bei came on stage.

Although there was no gorgeous stage design, he could attract everyone's attention as long as he stood on the stage. At least in Zhuge Qinuo's eyes, she could not see anyone else.

The music stopped and the host asked the public judges to vote for the mentors' dances.

Anyone with a bit of common sense could see that this was just a joke. So, even though people around him were voting, Zhuge Qinuo was already prepared to withdraw.

"I already have the scores of our mentors' dances." As expected, the host started to keep the audience in suspense again. Zhuge Qinuo had a bad feeling. She pulled up her mask, lowered her hat, and listened to the host continue, "The total votes are 100 points, and the number of votes is 99 points. Although we are voting anonymously, I am really curious about why this public judge who did not vote did not vote. We can only be unethical. So, now, please sit down, the judges who have voted."

Sure enough, something unexpected happened again.

After the host finished speaking, Zhuge Qinuo was struggling internally, still wondering whether he should just tell a harmless lie and sit down. Perhaps out of curiosity, everyone was still making a fuss, but they sat down surprisingly quickly.

She also wanted to sit down, her legs half squatted, but she stopped when she looked at the bright green towel in her hand.

Mi Bei's eyes would look towards Zhuge Qinuo from time to time. He had a hunch that the person who didn't vote was Zhuge Qinuo. Now seeing her trying to squat but not doing so, he suddenly smiled.

This smile caused some fans to scream. Mi Bei knew that he had lost his composure and tried to make amends: "I'll remember you. Don't leave after school."

The host quickly responded, "So, let's ask this judge to comment on the judges' dance. Let's hear why she didn't vote."

The microphone soon came in front of her, and Zhuge Qinuo knew she couldn't avoid it.

"The judges danced very well. I definitely gave it full marks in my heart. I didn't vote because I wanted to take care of the heads of the big brothers in front."

"I'm sorry, brothers in front."

As soon as she finished speaking, Mibei laughed again. He covered the microphone, turned his head sideways and said a few words in the host's ear, and both of them laughed.

Compared to the nervousness of being singled out, Mi Bei's perfect jawline and every move obviously made Zhuge Qinuo's heart throb. He is the one who should live on the stage and in the light.

At the same time, the person who had been hit on the head before came out to testify for her in an entertaining spirit, and jokingly said thank you to Zhuge Qinuo for showing mercy this time.

This street dance competition did not allow Zhuge Qinuo to become invisible and survive safely as she had expected.

But it finally ended under the protection of the "entertainment spirit".