Trajectory 2: entangled curves

The second half of the game is about to begin.

Zhuge Qinuo looked at the crowd that started to move and everyone came back one after another.

Xiaoxue kept sending her WeChat messages because she was afraid that she would slip away.

The host is in place on stage.

The game continues.

The dancers on the stage are working very hard.

She was sitting at the back, and after she told Xiaoxue that the competition had already started, the girl's evil plan succeeded and she became quiet.

Zhuge Qinuo suddenly thought of something, and unconsciously took a photo of the towel and sent it to Mi Bei via MMS: "I think you would like this."

Soon the host's voice was heard: "Please vote, everyone in the audience."

Zhuge Qinuo performed his duty, picked up the towel, gathered his strength, and threw it forward.

The towel was not even thrown into the crowd, let alone onto the stage. She saw it hit someone in the second row.

"Sorry." She blushed with embarrassment.

Fortunately, the man kindly accepted the apology and helped throw the towel onto the stage.

Maybe this is what "social death" refers to. But as long as you wear your mask high and your hat low, social death will stay away from you.

Another dance ended, and the host said the same thing again. Zhuge Qinuo chose to stand up. Having learned from her last failure, she worked extra hard this time.

Charge up and throw.

Looking at the parabola, I estimated that it would definitely fly out of the crowd, but in the end, it still hit the head of a dancer in the first row.

The man turned around, and Zhuge Qinuo apologized again. She was not sure if anyone else heard him in the noisy crowd, but no one bothered about the issue.

Ha, there is progress, but not much, Zhuge Qinuo embarrassedly consoled himself. It must be diarrhea and exhaustion, it must be!

Suddenly I felt my phone vibrate.

It was Mi Bei who replied: "Well, that's it, I like it very much."

"Then I'll enjoy it for you!" After Zhuge Qinuo replied, he felt that watching this game really gave him a sense of mission.

The third dance Zhuge Qinuo watched ended, and the host said the same thing. Zhuge Qinuo stood up again. She wanted to vote with her towel, but was afraid of hitting someone. Just as she was about to withdraw her hand, someone took her towel from behind and patted her hat with something. She vaguely heard a sentence, "Let me do it," and the towel slipped out of her hand. The next second, she saw the towel fly over her head and land on the stage.

The voice sounded familiar, coming from behind again.

Isn't the back the place for the great mentors and judges? Yes, I was just busy touching my phone and watching the performances, and I forgot to check which celebrity judges Xiaoxue was looking forward to.

She hesitated whether to look back and thank him, but the host spoke: "After watching this stage of the game, the staff is still counting towels. I would like to ask the referees to comment. Coach Mibei, you go first!"

Mibe! Mentor?

The applause and screams that followed became blurred to Zhuge Qinuo. Only the two words "Mibei" fell clearly into her ears and kept echoing in her mind.

She turned around slowly, like many of the public judges. Because her hat was pulled down low, the judges' seat was relatively high and closest to the mentors' seat, she had to look up even more to see the judge who was speaking.

I can only say that he speaks very logically and professionally.

But is the content important? It is not important at all to Zhuge Qinuo.

What’s important is the person who is speaking, the way they meet, and whether it was him who just helped her throw the towel.

Give yourself some space and prepare yourself mentally: Zhuge Qinuo, as long as you are not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed. As long as the hat is pulled down low, social death will not exist. He can't recognize it, he can't recognize it.

Before Mi Bei could finish his words, Zhuge Qinuo had already turned around.

The review is over. Another dance is over.

Zhuge Qinuo was unwilling to give in and prepared to vote again. As soon as she raised the towel above her head, it was taken away and thrown out from behind her.

Of course she knew who it was. Apart from him, who else would care about a small, insignificant person who couldn't throw out the towel in a place with thousands of people. She didn't dare to turn around, even though she clearly felt someone tapping her hat. She had only one thought in her mind: she must not be recognized.

The host started to ask the instructors for their evaluations again. This time, it was not Mi Bei who was asked first. Zhuge Qinuo did not want to turn around, but everyone in the public judging panel turned around. If she did not turn around, she would look very strange and conspicuous. After struggling, she turned around.

Everyone's eyes were on the other tutors, and Mibei was also looking at the tutor who was speaking.

Zhuge Qinuo's eyes only fell on Mi Bei. Seeing him so close, she was once again sure that it was really Mi Bei. When everyone turned their eyes away from the tutor's seat, she was still looking at him because her focus was different.

Mi Bei also turned his eyes away from the instructor who was talking and looked at Zhuge Qinuo. Although she was wearing a mask and a hat worn very low, he was still very sure that it was her. Seeing that she was still staring at him in a trance, she was extremely out of sync with the rhythm of the whole group.

"What is this fool thinking about?" He thought to himself, trying to hold back a smile. He winked at her, smiled slightly with the corners of his mouth tilted, raised his eyebrows and chin, indicating that she could turn back.

His series of actions caused some uproar, and some screams brought Zhuge Qinuo back to his senses. He remembered the words Xiaoxue used to describe the mentor and referee, star mentor, star referee.

The daze and distraction just now were swept away. She was keenly aware that it was impossible to interact with Mi Bei in such an occasion. And the screams just now were enough to prove that although it was a competition, there were still many people attracted by Mi Bei's appearance and the identity of a star referee.

After looking at him for a few more seconds, she turned around silently and faced the instructor's seat with her back.

There was another dance afterwards. Zhuge Qinuo was afraid of interacting with Mi Bei and causing unnecessary trouble, so he simply did not stand up and throw in the towel to vote.

Intermission.

The contestants, judges, mentors, and audience all got up and moved around. The scene became bustling again, but Zhuge Qinuo was the only one who sat there as if he had been cast into a spell.

But she was not completely motionless. Her hands were typing frantically on her mobile phone, with the aim of urging Xiaoxue to come back as soon as possible so that she could get out of this embarrassing situation.

But the fact is, this is impossible.

Even though she knew it was impossible for Xiaoxue to come back now, she still had to do this to ease her inner anxiety.

For some reason, she didn't like this kind of scene. Her previous meetings with Mi Bei were at least equal, but what about now? First, there was a feeling of inequality in status. Second, she didn't want to appear in front of Mi Bei with her unkempt appearance. Third, she felt that her presence also attracted too much attention from Mi Bei. Although there was no formal recording, she felt the enthusiasm of the female fans on the scene for Mi Bei and felt that this was very dangerous.

Although she and Mi Bei are innocent, what are the eyes of fans? Even the smallest details are easily captured. What is the entertainment industry? There is no smoke without fire, and three people make a tiger. Exaggeration.

In such a public place, she was worried that unnecessary interactions would cause unnecessary trouble and adverse consequences for Mi Bei. For a rising public figure like him, it would do more harm than good.