Trajectory 2: entangled curves

Following Mi Bei to the crowded roadside, she silently pulled her mask higher as she walked.

Because she had sensed some commotion and whispering.

She also discovered that the girls who appeared at the scene, although not showing off their slim waists and proud figures like in the movies, mostly wore dazzling eye makeup that could be seen at night, belly-baring clothes, miniskirts, or motorcycle outfits. It can be said that her makeup is no different from no makeup.

Add to that a sweater, leggings, and flat shoes. Regardless of how her outfit would score, her aura alone was so out of place that it was hard to describe her with the people around her.

At this moment, she was very grateful for the invention of the mask.

Mi Bei seemed to sense something and bumped her shoulder with his body: "Are you not used to it?"

He tilted his head, looked into her eyes, and his voice was exceptionally gentle.

"No, no. I'm too plain today and my equipment is not in place. You can do whatever you want to do, I'll be here." Zhuge Qinuo chose to be stubborn.

"Hey, equipment? You still have equipment?" It sounds like he is looking down on you.

"It's just buying clothes. If you had informed me earlier, I would definitely have been able to prepare it." Zhuge Qinuo was not convinced.

Yes, she doesn't like unprepared battles.

"It's not your competition, so why do you need any equipment? Just look at mine." Mi Bei smiled again, with bright eyes and white teeth, and her facial features were so gentle and smooth.

Zhuge Qinuo felt that the sugar content in Mibei today was too high. She couldn't help laughing out loud. She was also laughing at how childish she was for not being satisfied with the so-called equipment.

"What are you laughing at?" Despite wearing a mask, Mibei still caught the laughter.

"The tone and expression you had just now. Three years old, no more." Zhuge said while making a "three" gesture.

However, she would not admit that she was childish, and instead attributed this assessment to Mibei.

Mi Bei grabbed three of her fingers and put them down: "Wait!"

After saying that, he walked towards the crowd.

As for the three fingers that Mi Bei had held, Zhuge Qinuo's fingers seemed not to belong to her body, but were independent and slightly hot.

Someone gave him the car that Mibe used for racing.

Soon after, the competition began.

The young girls cheered loudly for their contestants, all in groups of three or five.

Zhuge Qinuo discovered that, although he was such a handsome guy, he hardly heard any voice cheering for him.

It was just as Mibei said, no one supported him.

Obviously, many girls' eyes have been following Mi Bei since he appeared. So, it shouldn't be like this! Zhuge Qinuo lamented that these people couldn't discern the pearls, and also doubted their aesthetic taste.

Soon, she understood the reason. This competition was a small club competition, not open to the public.

These people only bring their own "relatives and friends" to the competition.

This is easy to understand. Just like you like to look at handsome guys, but when your husband and the handsome guy are running together, the handsome guy can watch, but he must shout "Come on, husband".

In any case, Mibei’s “family and friends group” hat was put on at this moment.

The desire to win came naturally, Zhuge Qinuo shook his hair and prepared to fight hard.

Anyway, I'm wearing a mask, so who's afraid of who? Just go for it.

She began to cheer for Mibei crazily.

Towards the end of the refueling, I simply took off my mask to reduce the number of decibels.

She no longer cared about her expression, posture, or image. She was grinning, and every muscle on her face was exerting strength, just hoping that the cheers could drown out the people around her.

Facts have proved that women's competitive spirit is everywhere, and they will not let go of even something as simple as comparing volume.

When they finally crossed the finish line, due to inertia, the car did not stop at the agreed finish line. Zhuge Qinuo felt like he was exhausted. He did not even see who reached the finish line first.

It doesn’t matter whether Mibei won first place or not. What’s important is that as a cheerleader, as the only “family and friends” of Mibei present, she did not lose, and the decibel of her cheering for Mibei did not lose.

She sighed, and as if completing a task, she fixed her hair, tidied her clothes, put on her mask, found a stone by the roadside to sit down, held her chin with her hands, and looked at the playful crowd, as if the crazy person just now was not her at all.

Not long after, Mibei and three other drivers slowly drove the car back.

They parked the car, Mi Bei walked towards her, and she stood up and walked towards him. After he took off his helmet, he held the helmet with one hand and put his other hand around Zhuge Qinuo's shoulders.

She trembled with fear, glanced at Mi Bei's hand around her, turned to look at Mi Bei in confusion, and he was looking at her.

Mi Bei didn't want to care about her doubts at this moment, he just wanted to hug her like this. In full view of everyone, he slowly raised his hand holding the helmet and slowly said two words to her: "Win."

His mouth stretched out into that handsome outline again, and Zhuge Qinuo couldn't help but become happy as well, and they smiled at each other.

Despite wearing a mask, Mi Bei could still see happiness in her eyes. Her eyes were like a crescent moon, shining brightly because of her happiness. He couldn't help but stare at her for a few more seconds.

"Let's take a photo with the champion and look at the camera!" Mibei adjusted his thoughts.

"Impossible!" Zhuge Qinuo said, turned around, got out of his arms, ran to the opposite side of him, and started taking pictures of Mibei.

Mibei still smiled, and then made a few victory poses towards his friends' and Zhuge Qinuo's cameras.

Later, seeing Mibei surrounded by his friends, Zhuge Qinuo, who had taken photos, took the opportunity to retreat to a far side and left the crowd.

Until the crowd slowly dispersed, some drove away, some rode away on bicycles.

"Let's go." Mi Bei came to Zhuge Qinuo and carefully put the helmet on her.

"Don't we usually have a gathering after something like this is over? Didn't you have one? That shouldn't be the case." Zhuge Qinuo asked incredulously.

"That's true, they went to a party." Mibei replied, still buttoning her helmet.

While he was talking, his friend came over and said, "Mibei, I was impressed by your show today. Bring your beautiful lady to have a gathering with us."

"No!" Mi Bei refused bluntly.

Friend: "Do you really want to be such a spoiler?"

Mi Bei: "I have other work arrangements tomorrow."

After a few more words, his friend left.

"Are you really not going?" Zhuge Qinuo asked.

"Aren't I responsible for sending you back? Or would you like to go with me?" Mi Bei asked.

"What are you thinking? How can I go?" Zhuge Qinuo refused without hesitation, "I mean if you need to go, take me to a populated area. I can take a taxi to the parking lot and drive there."

"What are you thinking? I'm here, why would I let you take a taxi and leave by yourself? If you feel like celebrating, why don't we go out for a midnight snack? I'll treat you and you'll pay." Mi Bei said this without any scruples. "Besides, I'm really hungry. Only by eating with you can I feel full and go home earlier. Otherwise, I'll definitely drink too much."

As he spoke, the helmet was already put on.