I Can't Be This Protagonist

The morning wind was cold and clean, blowing the black hair on the top of his head. Yan Shuang seemed not to understand what Ji Yao was saying. He stared blankly at the person in front of him, and called out again: "Ji Yao..."

He only called his name, and he didn't even seem to know what to say afterwards.

There was a hint of helplessness on his face, as well as obvious bewilderment.

Ji Yao is very familiar with this expression.

Every time, every time Yan Shuang showed this expression, he couldn't help but help him solve the problem.

They are friends.

He is his only friend.

He always believed that Yan Shuang was the simple and kind-hearted Yan Shuang, that he and Qin Yubai were coerced, and that he and Wei Yichen were deceived.

Even if his father, his cousins, and everyone around him were telling him——Yan Shuang is not what you think, he still didn't choose to believe it.

Ji Yao narrowed his eyes slightly, he looked at this face carefully, suddenly felt very strange.

Is this the same face that was holding the man's hand and smiling sweetly just now?

He couldn't recognize it at all.

Ji Yao's gaze slid from that face to the fair and slender neck, and his gaze was fixed on the tight collar.

Yan Shuang was wearing a light blue shirt today. The collar of the shirt was very high, and the last button was almost stuck to his Adam's apple.

"Aren't you tired?" Ji Yao said lightly.

Yan Shuang said at a loss, "What?"

Ji Yao stretched out his hand, the black leather glove wrapped his hand thinly, pointed his index finger at the top button of the shirt, and said calmly, "Aren't you tired because the buttons are so tight?"

Yan Shuang grabbed the collar subconsciously.

Such an action is tantamount to trying to cover up.

Their eyes met, and Yan Shuang couldn't hide the panic in his eyes.

In fact, Ji Yao has already made a judgment.

He knew it the moment Yan Shuang appeared in his line of sight holding Qi Feiyun's arm.

It turned out that the person who had been lying to him... was really him.

Now it's just tearing off that piece of human skin more thoroughly, exposing all the deceptions to the sun.

Will Yan Shuang be in pain?

Ji Yao denied this idea in his heart.

Of course he doesn't hurt.

He was the one who was deceived and fooled, and the person in front of him, maybe just like his father said, secretly laughed at him countless times.

How could he be in pain?

friend?

Simply ridiculous.

Yan Shuang grabbed the collar and did not let go. He looked at Ji Yao, his eyes hesitated to speak, as if he wanted to say something, but he still couldn't say anything.

"Ji Yao..."

He reached out again, trying to grab the sleeve.

The outstretched hand fell through again.

Ji Yao dodged to avoid that hand, looked at Yan Shuang's bright and clean eyes, and said slowly: "The other day you asked me if I met Qin Qing before I met you."

Yan Shuang was startled.

Ji Yao looked at him and said affirmatively, "Yes."

After the indifferent words fell, Yan Shuang's outstretched hand shrank slightly as if it had been stabbed.

Ji Yao looked at that face, it was indeed a face very similar to Qin Qing, but all the images flashed in his mind were with Yan Shuang.

Go to class together, go back to the dormitory together, eat together, watch the snow together...

Those memories flooded my mind, squeezing out the heartbeat of my youth long ago.

"I was acquainted with Qin Qing before I met you."

"He can play the piano and paint."

"He is excellent, and also very..." The thin lips moved slightly, and spit out the rest of the words, "Clean."

The hand holding the collar slowly let go, but the similar face had a completely different expression, as if he was so shocked that he didn't know how to react at all.

He looked at him like that, as if he was in pain too.

"Ji Yao..." He called his name again, his voice trembling, with an imperceptible cry.

Ji Yao smiled.

He continued to speak, and the words he said seemed to be without thinking at all, so smooth, yet so difficult.

"You do look a lot like him."

"But it's just a resemblance."

Yan Shuang's eyes widened slightly, as if he had foreseen what Ji Yao was going to say, his lips trembled slightly, and he whispered: "Don't..."

When he prayed and said "no", the most heart-wrenching words have already overlapped and fell.

"You don't deserve to compare with him at all."

The slender figure turned around without even looking at Yan Shuang's reaction. The corner of the windbreaker brushed against Yan Shuang's drooping palm, as sharp as a knife.

The car door was opened, and the butler in black at the co-pilot's seat nodded slightly to the new owner who got into the car, but Ji Yao completely ignored him, closed the door, and started the car directly.

The tires screeched on the ground, and the black luxury car made a beautiful turn and went straight out of everyone's sight.

The vehicle sped past, Sheng Guangming took half a step back to avoid it, and clearly saw the man sitting in the co-pilot in less than a second.

...It was the person who took Yan Shuang away that day.

He seemed to vaguely guess what was going on.

Last night, I thought about staying away from Yan Shuang in the future, but I ran into this again today.

To be honest, he can no longer figure out how many "boyfriends" Yan Shuang has.

"gone."

Qi Feiyun had already regained consciousness, and stretched out his hand to gently pull Yan Shuang's arm.

He was also present at the game that day.

Yan Shuang's "acting skills" left a deep impression on him. He was able to play with three top rich men in the palm of his hand, and then retreated completely. , the more he can comprehend this person's... scary place.

It's ridiculous that the young master thought that these few words could win back this lawless person.

Yan Shuang was not pulled by him.

He stood there, as if his soul had come out of his body, staring blankly at a point of nothingness in the sky.

Qi Feiyun frowned slightly, everyone has left, what else is there to do?

"you……"

His voice stopped abruptly as soon as he finished speaking.

Yan Shuang cried.

Two drops of tears fell directly from the eye sockets, like a stress-like physiological reaction, and fell straight to the ground, without even wetting Yan Shuang's cheeks.

Then, more, more tears fell from his eyes.

He seemed to be caught in some kind of huge blow, and completely lost control of his body, just like that... He stared blankly and desperately at the nothingness in front of him.

Qi Feiyun saw Yan Shuang crying.

False, contrived, or convivial.

Those tears have a purpose.

But now, he seemed to have no idea who he was, where he was, or even why he was crying. He was at a loss for a while, and then he slowly reached out to wipe his tears, covered his eyes with his wrist, and moved More and more urgent, more and more rude.

"Hold……"

All the sounds he made were broken, and he was beaten to pieces by the uncontrollable crying in his throat.

"Why the hell am I crying..."

He suddenly laughed, but the tears fell even more fiercely. He looked at Qi Feiyun and grinned.

"Who is he..."

"I don't even remember him..."

"Why are you attacking me..."

With a shake of his figure, he squatted on the ground as if he hadn't stood still, and both of them pressed his temples tightly.

"do not Cry."

"Oh shit."

"Hold it for me."

As he said it himself, his crying became more and more intense, and the sound he made seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.

There was another sway, and Yan Shuang sat down on the steps directly. He hugged his head and buried his entire face in his knees.

There is no sound.

Only the thin shoulders trembled and trembled violently.

Qi Feiyun watched quietly, the palms holding the briefcase quietly tightened.

it is true?or fake?

If it is false.

Then his acting skills are already so good that he can almost fool him.

if it is real.

Then Yan Shuang's only... the person she loves is...

Sheng Guangming watched Qi Feiyun stride forward with a cold face, he threw the crying man on the spot, walked straight to the parked car, got in the same car - drove, and drove away.

Sheng Guangming was at a loss and wanted to leave, but his feet were firmly stuck in place. After the battle between heaven and man in his heart, goodwill eventually prevailed.

"Are you OK?"

"Are you OK?"

The same words came from the butler in the car.

This kind of concern is beyond the scope of his duties, but the speed of the car is too fast, threatening his own life safety, so he has to speak up.

The vehicle has been speeding.

The driver looked calm and calm, but the hands holding the steering wheel were extremely tight, and the leather gloves rubbed against the steering wheel, making a "creaking" sound.

Wei Yichen lightly covered his knees with his palms, and said unhurriedly: "Young Master Ji, don't forget what you promised Mr. Ji."

The screeching brake sounded.

The body restrained by the seat belt jerked back and forth.

Ji Yao unbuttoned his seat belt and got out of the car without saying a word.

The vehicle had unknowingly driven to the southernmost sea in the city. Ji Yao didn't go far, standing in front of the embankment a few meters away from the car, looking at the sea water glowing darkly under the sun.

The sea breeze messed up his short hair.

The Adam's apple rolled slightly, he turned his face away, and the astringency rolled in his throat. From the moment he saw Yan Shuang, he has endured it until now.

Seeing a person's true colors clearly, he also vented his emotions.

He should be pleased.

From today onwards, Yan Shuang is no longer his friend, and he will no longer be shaken by Yan Shuang.

Repositioned and everything returns to how it was.

He stared at the dark sea, the beating waves of the sea jumped into his eyes, inch by inch of golden light.

He thought of the setting sun that day, which was also reflected on the water.

...their first kiss.

friend……

How can a friend kiss?

He likes him.

He actually likes him...

Ji Yao lightly closed his eyes.

The sea breeze swept over, instantly taking away the wetness on the young man's face, it helped him pretend that nothing happened, leaving only tingling and dryness on his cheeks.

Sitting in the car, Wei Yichen could only see Ji Yao's profile from his perspective, and he couldn't see Ji Yao's expression clearly at all because he was too far away.

In fact, there is no need to look at it, he knows what it looks like.

Wei Yichen turned his face away and looked at his own face in the car's rearview mirror—that's the look.

Sheng Guangming carefully observed Yan Shuang through the rearview mirror.

He didn't expect that after making up his mind to turn a blind eye to this person last night, he broke his plan today and took the initiative to send Yan Shuang to school.

It's not his fault.

Yan Shuang looked really miserable.

No matter who sees it, they can't help but lend a helping hand.

This has nothing to do with what kind of person Yan Shuang is, only what kind of person he is.

Sheng Guangming convinced himself well.

... Yan Shuang was still crying.

He leaned against the car window, his eyes wide open, and wept silently.

He is like a flower that has failed to bloom, losing its vitality in an instant.

Sheng Guangming thought to himself: Since he likes it so much, why should he be confused with others?

Forget it, it's not something he should worry about.

Just send this ride, and that's it.

The car was parked at the back gate of the university.

"arrive."

Sheng Guangming issued a reminder.

After a long time, Yan Shuang seemed to come back to his senses, his red and swollen eyes looked at him, and another tear fell in vain.

Sheng Guangming was slightly taken aback, frowning slightly, and when he was about to say something, Yan Shuang turned his face away and pushed open the car door.

"Mr. Sheng," before closing the car door, he turned his head, his face full of sincerity, "I'm sorry."

When the car door was closed, Sheng Guangming was stunned for a while, "It's okay," he paused, and continued, "You should think about the matter of feelings."

Still say too much.

Sheng Guangming quickly started the car, as if he was running away, but his eyes were still involuntarily looking at the rearview mirror.

Thin people look even thinner in the rearview mirror.

Like a piece of paper.

Why bother.

Sheng Guangming shook his head and looked away. Today is his opening day, and he is almost late.

After the vehicle disappeared from sight, Yan Shuang put down his shoulder bag, found a tissue from the bag, came out and wiped his tears slowly, the haze was swept away from his face, and his expression was lazy.

Ji Yao and Wei Yichen appeared together today, he was not surprised at all.

The desperate abandoned dog can only seek the protection of someone who has the strength to fight against Qin Ji.

The only candidate is Ji Wensong.

And Ji Wensong was probably "frightened" by his gambling, and must be eager to find an opportunity to let his son escape, and he will never let go of the opportunity that came to his door.

Although not agreed in advance.

But these people really cooperated with him tacitly.

Wei Yichen, Ji Yao, and Ji Wensong, none of them disappointed him, they followed each of them very faithfully according to their individuality.

I believe that the subsequent plot should go on as he expected.

Yan Shuang rolled up the tissue, waved his hand lightly, and the white arc fell into the trash can not far away without error.

He smiled easily and said silently - "Strike".