Trajectory 2: entangled curves

Mi Bei saw all of his friend's actions. He knew that his friend was continuing what he said in the dance club last time. If Zhuge Qinuo was not his girlfriend, then he would go after her.

"It's been such a long time, and you still remember this?" Although he knew it was a joke, Mi Bei still felt speechless.

Following his friend's suggestion, he took out his phone and checked WeChat: "You said it yourself, she's not your girlfriend. I like this type, I won't hold back. I'm going to start pursuing her."

"Are you serious?"

After reading the WeChat message, Mi Bei replied, then immediately put away his phone, put on his helmet, stepped on the accelerator, and the car flew out.

For the first time, he drove on the street as fast as traffic rules allowed, without wasting a single second.

Finally I saw my friend's car.

He stepped on the accelerator again, caught up, and made a gesture.

But the man just accelerated and ignored it.

Mibei continued to chase.

After two quick and slow movements, Zhuge Qinuo felt his breathing became disordered. It was unacceptable to show off his skills like this!

Finally I felt something was wrong. I turned my head slightly and saw that it was Mi Bei who was making gestures towards me.

One hand open?

Zhuge Qinuo was afraid that something might happen to him, so he started pulling the man's clothes, shouting, "Stop the car, it's Mibei."

"Don't tease him, he's dangerous. Stop the car!"

I called the person a few times but he ignored me and continued to play with Mibei.

When he found that neither of them showed any signs of stopping this dangerous game, Zhuge Qinuo felt his breathing become heavier. The breathing sound in the helmet gradually became clearer.

"It must be the helmet that is blocking my voice from coming out!" She thought so and actually opened the helmet cover in the fast-moving car: "Stop!"

He also patted the visitor on the back.

Slow down and pull over.

Mibei also moved aside.

Friend: “What’s wrong?”

Zhuge Qinuo didn't know whether the action just now was a form of playing with motorcycles or something else. If it was just for fun, her doing this would be a bit of a letdown.

"Well, I've been wearing the helmet for a long time, and it's a bit stuffy." She made up an excuse, "And you're speeding up and slowing down all the time. If you keep driving like this, I'm going to get carsick and vomit."

"Ha!" A sound was very clear in her ears.

The voice was from Mibei, but that was impossible, he was clearly behind their car. Could it be this guy? Or was it because he had been wearing the helmet for too long and it was too muffled, so he was hallucinating?

"What's wrong?" Mibei came up and took off his helmet.

"It's too stuffy wearing a helmet, let's take a break." Zhuge Qinuo took off his helmet and expressed it again.

Friend: "Oh, oh, I didn't think it through. Then take a break and continue."

"Continue? You're on the road, hurry up and slow down, and make gestures. It's too dangerous."

Friend: “It’s not me, it’s…”

"Aren't you coming over?" Mibei said.

It was a request for opinion, but there was a hint of command in the tone.

"Huh?" Zhuge Qinuo didn't understand.

Friend: “You’re asking too much.”

"Your phone is with me," Mi Bei ignored his friend's words, "Are you afraid that you won't be able to contact me when there are so many people around? Don't you want your phone anymore?"

"Yes. Yes." Zhuge Qinuo immediately understood what Mi Bei meant. He got out of his friend's car and came to his side.

Mibei is better than a stranger.

"Let's go!" Mibei said to the two of them.

Visitor: “Boring!”

Mi Bei ignored him and got into the car directly. Zhuge Qinuo politely said to the visitor: "Shall we go? See you at the venue later."

After Zhuge Qinuo got into the car and felt her hands on both sides of his waist, Mi Bei started the car.

At first, it was fine. As the motorcycle speeded up, Zhuge Qinuo's hands, which were originally lightly grasping both sides of Mibei's jacket, unconsciously pinched his waist; when they reached a flat, open and good road, Mibei suddenly accelerated. The centrifugal force made her instinctively hold Mibei's slender waist tightly. It was really a slender waist, which allowed her to hold his right hand with her left hand at this angle.

Mi Bei could naturally feel this change while driving. When she hugged him tightly, he clearly felt his back being pressed tightly. Then he felt the strength of her hug and laughed secretly. Indeed, he was just busy looking cool just now.

He gradually slowed down, feeling her hands begin to relax and even show signs of detaching, he pulled out one hand and patted her hand.

Zhuge Qinuo understood Mi Bei's meaning instantly, and thought to himself, since I've already hugged her, there's no need to be pretentious about it.

"Get ready to speed up!" Mi Bei's calm voice clearly reached Zhuge Qinuo's ears.

"Mibei?" she asked tentatively.

"Oh, yes, what else?" Mi Bei chuckled.

Zhuge Qinuo: "Come out of the helmet?"

Mibe: “Yeah!”

Zhuge Qinuo: "Is there such a function?"

Mi Bei: "Yeah! I just used your phone to set it up."

"Senior, then drive carefully." Zhuge Qinuo said this, but he was trying hard to recall in his mind whether he had said anything he shouldn't have said when he was riding in his friend's car just now. After confirming that he didn't, he felt relieved.

Thinking back to the sudden rapid breathing before, it might not be my breathing that became heavier, but Mibei's.

"Yeah, if it was mine, how could I not know it?"

That voice, that breathing sound was so close that when she thinks back on it now, she actually feels a little shy.

Unconsciously, the hands around Mi Bei's waist tightened.

Mi Bei also felt the change clearly, and thought that Zhuge Qinuo was already prepared. He smiled and started the agreed acceleration.

Even though the speed slowed down later, she still leaned against him, giving Mibei the illusion that he could feel her heartbeat on his back.

The two of them came to the competition venue where Mibei and his friends had agreed to compete, which was a platform on the mountainside.

She got out of the MiBei and tried to take off her helmet, but failed.

"What? It can only go in but not out? Can't I take it off?" Thinking about how she had used some hidden strength when she put it on before, she was really afraid that this helmet would be like wearing a jade bracelet, which would be difficult to put on and even more difficult to take off.

After Mi Bei put his helmet away, Zhuge Qinuo hadn't taken it off yet. Seeing that she was about to take it off violently again, he smiled and immediately stepped forward, pressed the top of the helmet, helped her open the hood, and tilted his head to help her unbutton the chin: "Don't worry, it's already very tight, take your time."

His movements were very focused. Zhuge Qinuo did not dare to move or breathe.

Maybe the helmet also recognized its owner. After Mibei came, taking off the helmet seemed easy.

Finally I freed my mind, the mountain wind was quite strong, blowing away all my random thoughts.

"Are you feeling nauseous?" he asked with concern.

"No!" she replied.

"It seems that my driving skills are better than his!" Mi Bei said proudly.

"Do we have to have a desire to win at times like this?" Zhuge Qinuo really felt the immaturity of the little boy. He didn't say anything, but just shook his head in confusion.

On second thought, maybe this had nothing to do with the desire to win. He was exposing the little lies she had told her friends before, such as "it was too boring", "motion sickness", and "want to vomit".

When this thought came to her mind, she couldn't laugh at him anymore. She put away her smile, looked around, and began to divert her attention. This so-called competition had all kinds of warning signs, so it must be some kind of club-specific event.

Zhuge Qinuo guessed correctly. Mi Bei was just reminding her that in her heart she preferred to ride in his car and be close to him rather than in his friend's car.

Mi Bei didn't wait for her answer, but when she pretended to be calm and looked elsewhere, he knew that she understood what he said. He faced her, and he deliberately leaned close to her and asked, "Are you cold?"

Zhuge Qinuo didn't want to expose his little thoughts, so he took advantage of her blocking, raised his eyebrows, and signaled the surroundings with his eyes: "Compared to them, do you think I am worthy of saying cold?"

Mi Bei glanced at his surroundings and smiled. He was wearing no makeup and his smile was very casual.

It would have been better if he didn't smile. This smile made Zhuge Qinuo feel that even with makeup on, she looked even more dim next to Mi Bei.