Trajectory 2: entangled curves

After arranging the serving of dishes, opening of wine and other matters, Zhuge Qinuo returned to the private room.

When she walked in this time, Zhuge Qinuo still couldn't escape the thing he feared most - choosing where to sit.

Now everyone sits in the same position as when they were in school, and the close friends are basically the same close friends they once were. They chat happily in their own small groups.

Now, the people at these five tables didn't seem to notice Zhuge Qinuo's return, or perhaps no one cared about her return at all.

In addition to the teacher's table, which had a few empty seats, there were also one or two empty seats at other tables, but no one invited her to sit over there.

Does she have any good friends, real or fake? Her most glorious high school is actually her biggest failure - here, she seems to have no friends.

She was still excluded from the feeling she longed for of having a good friend who was thinking about her anytime and anywhere.

People need to interact with each other. Only by interacting with each other can we establish a connection. But she doesn't like and is not good at doing this.

A feeling of loneliness swept through her body. But no matter how much loss and self-mockery she felt, now she could only calm herself down with ten thousand little hands in her heart.

She walked naturally to the table where the teachers were sitting and "randomly" found an empty seat next to Yang Luoting. She comforted herself, perhaps in everyone's subconscious, I should sit here.

Put down your phone and put your dishes in order.

"By the way, teachers, how about some liquor? I have prepared beer and red wine and have asked someone to open them. But I don't know much about liquor." She spoke easily and naturally.

As she spoke, she glanced around and found that Ye Mingyuan was standing diagonally opposite her, looking at her.

Of course, he wasn't the only one looking at her, the other teachers also looked at her with a smile. However, it was only his gaze that made her feel a little nervous and unnatural.

"Why are you still drinking? It's better for us to have a meal together." Mr. Jin, the senior class teacher, said.

"It's so rare, I think the teachers should give you some face." Zhuge Qinuo really didn't want to be the one to urge others to drink at such a dinner, but she had to.

"Yes, you have to drink something, Teacher Jin, Teacher Lou, Teacher Ye, you came late, you must drink something. Other teachers, these three have already drunk, you shouldn't all drink too?" Yang Luoting continued to urge Zhuge Qinuo to drink, singing the same tune, and having the same tacit understanding as when they arranged class work in high school.

Such tacit understanding also made Mr. Lou, who was sitting on the other side of him, look at them meaningfully.

Zhuge Qinuo keenly caught that look. When she was in the third year of high school, this teacher Lou came to her specifically because of her and Yang Luoting's matter, and had a profound conversation that she still remembers. "She doesn't think that there is still something between me and Yang!" Zhuge Qinuo sneered inwardly.

"You have to drink. I'll do it. I'll be responsible for pouring wine for the teachers. I guarantee you'll be satisfied." Someone from another table jumped out.

As he was talking, he started to prepare wine for the teachers.

The scene finally became more lively. At this point, once the "atmosphere group" was in place, and with the addition of alcohol, the meal would surely be lively.

Zhuge Qinuo put down a big burden in her heart. Next, she planned to be an invisible person, stay out of the spotlight, and keep a low profile.

The overall atmosphere of the dinner was indeed quite good.

Zhuge Qinuo also found a more comfortable way to participate - answering every question, asking appropriate questions, and toasting appropriately, appearing polite without standing out.

I thought everything would go smoothly and peacefully.

But, that's just what I thought!

Zhuge Qinuo hadn't attended such an event for a long time. She almost forgot one fact - after three rounds of drinking, there would always be a few people who lost their temper and "caused trouble".

She went to toast the teachers, and some people were urging her to drink more.

If Zhuge Qinuo had any friends in high school, then Fang Xiang must be one of them. However, after graduating from high school, they didn't have much contact, so it was inevitable that they would become estranged after so many years.

But if she remembered correctly, Xiangfang's alcohol tolerance was not very good.

However, Zhuge Qinuo thought that since she came to drink, she must be prepared. Maybe she has improved over the years and has developed a good drinking capacity. So she did not make a fuss, nor did she stop her. She just smiled like most people.

As the first girl who came from another table to toast, she was soon coaxed by everyone to drink many glasses in a row.

Zhuge Qinuo saw that she was getting excited and the scenes of drinking and not drinking became more frequent. People at other tables who had not paid attention to the "battle situation" here also turned around to watch the show.

When Fang Xiang toasted to Ye Mingyuan, he suddenly pointed the finger at him: "Squad leader, I think it's your turn to drink this glass of wine."

Because he had drunk a lot of wine, the decibel of his voice was much higher at this time.

If you said that everyone was just watching the fun just now, now people at several tables really started to make a noise after hearing this.

"Why Ye Mingyuan? Why did he call me at this time?" Zhuge Qinuo's embarrassment was increasing rapidly.

She had a bad feeling that Xiangfang, the big mouth, was going to start leaking secrets again.

"I have already toasted Teacher Ye. Why should I drink if you toast me yourself?" She refused with a smile.

"Your idol is here, shouldn't you drink a few more glasses? One glass is not enough."

Is it possible to say that he is a male god in front of God? Zhuge Qinuo was stunned, and then his facial features twisted into a ball.

It was as if the dark secret in her heart was revealed, and she couldn't control her expression. She felt like she was being tricked, but she didn't expect that the trick was far from over.

"Squad leader, do you want to drink or not? Do you want me to search out the chat records in the group? Everyone has seen it." Seeing that Zhuge Qinuo did not respond, Xiangfang urged.

"Oh my God, I knew it! I knew she couldn't hold it in!" This time, Zhuge Qinuo had a deep understanding of what it felt like to have his worldview shattered and to be struck by lightning.

"Toast, toast, toast..." The students next to them cheered in circles, they understood exactly what Xiangfang was saying.

Zhuge Qinuo was the general manager of organizing this class reunion, but she didn't have any contact information for the teachers, so someone else was responsible for calling the teachers. Ye Mingyuan was not on the list of teachers who would attend, so she asked in the group: "Is Teacher Ye not coming?"

Some people teased her, asking why she asked Teacher Ye when there were so many teachers not coming.

Zhuge Qinuo was stumped by the question and simply answered, "The male god teacher should always be called."

This sentence seemed to bring back some memories for everyone. They said that Zhuge Qinuo often looked at Ye Mingyuan with starry eyes when he was in high school.

In the end, a group of people forced her to type "He is my idol teacher. Please invite him", and only then did the situation end.

The other teachers were also happy to watch the fun. After all, everyone was an adult now, and some topics were no longer taboo.

"What male god teacher?" Ye Mingyuan asked softly to the classmate standing next to him.

"What male god teacher? Everyone called him that in high school. Don't you know what's going on?" Although it was very noisy in the box, Zhuge Qinuo clearly heard Ye Mingyuan's soft question and complained in his heart.

There was no hole to hide, no excuse to find. In order to prevent Xiangfang or anyone else from saying something even more outrageous, she could only force a smile, pick up the wine glass, and pour a full glass of red wine: "Teacher Ye is not just my idol, he is everyone's idol. Okay, then I'll go first. Mr. idol, please give me a chance to toast you again."