Trajectory 2: entangled curves

Take the attack as a guard.

Zhuge Qinuo raised her wine glass with both hands and looked at Ye Mingyuan. She thought she could look him in the eye, but when Ye Mingyuan looked into her eyes, she cleverly avoided him in less than a second.

Just like when she was in school, she couldn't stand his gaze.

To put it in today's terms, these eyes are so beautiful that even looking at a dog would make people feel affectionate.

That look, as if you can see a clear love from it if you look at it for a few more seconds. But this kind of love is obviously impossible to exist, and a kind of love that obviously won't exist can make people unable to extricate themselves.

She had experienced this feeling once, and just that once was enough to invisibly burn her heart for a long time, so much so that she still feels scared now.

This is the charm of the handsome teacher. He is not called the male god teacher for nothing.

When she saw Ye Mingyuan just now, she found that he had not changed, and the look in his eyes had not changed either. So, she would still be cautious.

"I've finished drinking. You are welcome to do as you please. Xiangfang, please give us some generous support." Zhuge Qinuo glared at Xiangfang viciously.

Then she kept her mind focused on what was outside Ye Mingyuan's eyes, nodded and smiled, and drank a glass of wine. Then she turned the empty glass over to indicate that she had finished her drink, and continued to nod and smile.

Very proper, more proper than when drinking with anyone else, and more distant than when drinking with anyone else.

Ye Mingyuan never said anything on his own initiative. He just smiled and watched them making a fuss. He just drank the wine in the glass as Zhuge Qinuo requested.

From beginning to end, Ye Mingyuan was so calm and composed in her eyes, maintaining a polite smile. She must not be rude.

Seeing Ye Mingyuan finish the rest of the wine in one gulp, Zhuge Qinuo politely replied "thank you".

The two of them were a little too polite. The teachers next to them were still watching the show in silence. Perhaps they wanted to hear some more explosive gossip from Xiangfang.

"The class monitor has his idol, and I have my goddess. Teacher Jin, here I come, here I come." Finally someone broke the deadlock.

This can make Zhuge Qinuo breathe a sigh of relief.

The concept of male god and goddess can be broad or narrow. Ye Mingyuan was indeed the male god teacher in everyone's heart. Zhuge Qinuo is definitely not the only one who has gained many fans.

The atmosphere just now was clearly confirming Zhuge Qinuo's suspicion of having a secret crush on Ye Mingyuan. This joke was only played on them, and it seemed to indirectly indicate that Ye Mingyuan also had some special feelings for her.

However, Zhuge Qinuo knew very well that whether it was "unrequited love" or "teacher-student love", she and Ye Mingyuan had never had one. Once some gossip spread, it would not be good for her and Ye Mingyuan. It was fine for her, but Ye Mingyuan still had to stay in school.

Fortunately, she was smart, and with the help of a few people in the class who were good at creating an atmosphere, this concept was weakened.

"Monitor, you are already a mother of two children, and you are still blushing."

At this moment, Xiangfang came over and teased her without knowing the seriousness of the matter, and Zhuge Qinuo almost pinched a piece of her flesh off.

She glanced at the people present and found a good excuse: "I'm drunk! Stop talking nonsense here."

She sat down, and Ye Mingyuan smiled in her peripheral vision.

After this incident, the atmosphere of the dinner became even better.

There were more than 40 people, coming in twos and threes to toast the teacher. Some were standing, some were sitting, some were changing seats, and the room was bustling with people urging others to drink and laughing. The box was noisy.

Zhuge Qinuo likes this kind of chaos, because with this kind of atmosphere, she can be invisible as she wishes, and can happily watch the show without worrying about drinking. Under the paralysis of alcohol, she can release the kind of irresistible feeling and look at Ye Mingyuan a few more times boldly without worrying about being discovered by anyone.

A month ago, she would not have done this. But now, "What's the harm in taking a look?" she said to herself.

Maybe because there were too many people toasting, the male god teacher surrounded by everyone was not as straightforward as when he drank with Zhuge Qinuo just now. Some students who were close to him during school were not happy and said things like "You drink to the end with the class monitor, why do you drink with me...", "The male god teacher can only drink with the school belle", and so on.

"These people are really something. They can even involve me in this?" Because he was mentioned too many times, Zhuge Qinuo, who was not in the battle circle, also found that he was frequently mentioned.

She couldn't stop them from talking, and could only adjust her demeanor to deal with every possible glance from Ye Mingyuan.

But Ye Mingyuan didn't look at her, not even once, and just concentrated on dealing with the drinking party.

The difference between him and Zhuge Qinuo was that, apart from responding to toasts from others and occasionally glancing at the battle situation of other teachers, the rest of his attention was on Ye Mingyuan.

"It's the most lively there, with a lot of people watching. It doesn't seem so strange to look at him a few more times. He is indeed my idol teacher. If I don't take a closer look at him now to make up for the regret of not daring to look at him in high school, when else can I look at him?" she thought.

Who said it wasn't? After graduating from high school, she had very little contact with her classmates and teachers at that time. I don't know if it was because she didn't dare to look Ye Mingyuan in the eye in high school. Inexplicably, she could still dream about Ye Mingyuan often, and she didn't dare to look him in the eye in many dreams.

There was a small class reunion the year she graduated from college. Zhuge Qinuo didn't want to go, but she went because she heard that teachers would be invited and Ye Mingyuan would also come. In the end, he didn't come. It was after this class reunion that she dreamed of Ye Mingyuan more often, and every time she dreamed of him, she was much more excited.

After that, although old classmates often wanted to organize various reunions, either the teachers did not attend, or only one or two teachers attended. But there was no news about Ye Mingyuan, and she did not attend such reunions again. However, this incident seemed to have become a big regret for her.

Of course, this was her secret. She had never told anyone about it, and even tried not to think about it.

"That's right, he never liked these things." Zhuge Qinuo looked at Ye Mingyuan, who was now surrounded by the crowd and seemed to be unable to withstand everyone's enthusiasm, and said to himself, "Fang Xiang is right, this is the only male god teacher I have ever acknowledged in my academic career. I don't know if it will be another ten years before I see him again. Every time I can see him, the better. Maybe, after seeing the real person more in reality, I can update my childhood memories, and I won't have to dream about him so often in the future? This is making up for the regret."

There is always an end to drinking, and the enthusiasm for drinking to toast the teachers slowly died down. Some people started to arrange to take photos, all kinds of photos with the teachers.

Zhuge Qinuo didn't want to join in, so he gathered with those who were not busy taking photos and listened to their bragging and chatting.