I Can't Be This Protagonist

The entrance of the orphanage was bustling like never before. The media had already been waiting for the scene, shooting everywhere with long guns and short cannons. Whether it was the guests or the media, there were smiles on their faces. Everyone was very suitable for this kind of occasion, except... the one holding Pack people who carefully avoid crowd contact.

"Why didn't you tell me in advance that he was the one coming?"

The cold young master finally got angry again.

Wei Yichen said calmly, "You didn't ask."

Ji Yao's eyes were cold, and he paused every word: "Don't treat me like Qin Yu."

"Don't dare," Wei Yichen bowed slightly, "Loyalty is the butler's bounden duty."

Ji Yao sneered, "Only Ji Wensong would believe your nonsense."

Wei Yichen: "Young Master Ji, I'm employed by you."

Ji Yao didn't want to listen to his nonsense. When he turned his face to look at the crowd again, he found that the figure who had been walking among the crowd just now was gone. He moved subconsciously, walked two steps and stopped abruptly.

Yan Shuang was no longer his friend.

To him, Yan Shuang is nothing now.

In fact, what Wei Yichen did was correct. There was no need to notify him in advance when someone who was nothing came.

The fingers hanging by his side trembled slightly, Ji Yao's face turned slightly cold, and when another guest came over, he put on that hypocritical smile that even he himself hated.

Yan Shuang hid in a corner and observed secretly.

Ji Yao changed his appearance.

The white shirt is wrapped in a well-tailored suit, and the wind has a shape, so there is no freedom.

"Xiao Shuang, why don't you go over here?"

Yan Shuang turned his head and smiled at the dean who was walking towards him, "There are too many people."

The dean sighed softly, his eyes were loving and gentle, "I know you don't like this kind of occasion, and I didn't want to ask you to come here."

"It's okay," Yan Shuang said, "I'll go there later."

Ji Yao had already seen him, and after only one glance at him, he turned his face away in an attempt to conceal.

All right, if you don't want to see him, he won't show up.

Look at how considerate he is.

Be obedient, soft and cute, and accept it.

Until the ceremony was about to start, after Ji Yao took his seat, the seat with Yan Shuang's name on the third from his left was still empty.

Did you leave after seeing him?Ji Yao thought so involuntarily, curled up his hands folded on his knees slightly, blinked his upper and lower eyelashes, and a sharp cold light shot out from under his eyelids.

Sitting in the third row, Wei Yichen leaned forward slightly, "Ji Shao, do you need me to find someone?"

Ji Yao turned his face slowly, his eyes were like a knife scraping across that calm and humble face, "Don't get close to him."

"Ok."

His tone was calm.

His attitude made Ji Yao recall that night.

The man reported his private life to his new scholars with the utmost indifference.

The man bathed in the moonlight in the courtyard also said in such a calm manner, as if he had nothing to do with him, that he begged Yan Shuang to sleep with him.

Ji Yao hated him even more than Qin Yubai.

The reason why he brought Wei Yichen by his side was not only because of Ji Wensong's pressure, but more, he wanted to use it to alert himself.

"...Excuse me, excuse me."

A familiar voice came into my ears.

Almost as soon as the sound reached the eardrums, Ji Yao's gaze shot towards the direction of the sound uncontrollably.

Yan Shuang had already sat down.

He was thin and hid between the two of them. From Ji Yao's perspective, he could only see his long straight legs and his hands placed on his knees cautiously.

His hands, which were almost bloodless, were delicately shining with a lustrous luster.

Ji Yao immediately withdrew his gaze again, sat upright and straightened his coat.

Just treat it as not knowing.

They are indeed just strangers now.

He sat upright for a while, and suddenly turned his head as if thinking of something.

——Wei Yichen was looking at Yan Shuang.

That focused and calm expression is like looking at the blue sky or the sun, in short, things that exist in this world and are naturally looked up to.

Ji Yao looked at him coldly.

After Wei Yichen noticed it, he finally withdrew his gaze and said in a steady voice, "Master Ji won't allow me to look at him?"

Ji Yao's pupils shrank slightly.

The meaning of this sentence seems to be that he has some kind of possessive desire for Yan Shuang.

"What occasion is this, can you tell the difference?" Ji Yao said coldly.

"I'm sorry," Wei Yichen admitted his mistake bluntly, he nodded slightly, and made a respectful gesture, "I just couldn't help it."

His chest was constricted, and Ji Yao couldn't tell what the pain in his chest meant at the moment, so he turned his face away suddenly.

It's hard to see such a lack of self-esteem.

He almost...will fall to this point.

The ribbon-cutting process was not long. The leaders from the city came to the stage to speak a few words, praised Ji's achievements in charity, and then announced the beginning of the ribbon-cutting ceremony.

Welcoming guests were children from the orphanage. The children were dressed in uniform and cute, and they came to hold people's hands one by one.

The one holding Yan Shuang was a little girl, her eyes were crooked with a smile, Yan Shuang took her hand, and she called out "Brother" sweetly, which made Yan Shuang almost want to hug her and rub her hard She paused and smiled softly at the little girl, "What's your name?"

The one holding Ji Yao was also a little girl. Seeing such a tall man with such a cold temperament, the little girl was a little timid for a while, she stretched out her hand but didn't dare to hold it, but Ji Yao just stretched out her hand, with cold eyes Showing restrained tenderness in the sun, the little girl plucked up the courage to hold her hand, feeling the warmth of the other's hand, so she sweetly called "Big Brother".

Ji Yao's eyes fell on the front.

Yan Shuang was bending over to talk to the little girl who was holding him, and within a few words he coaxed the little girl to get very close to him.

Not bad, very good at deceiving.

Yan Shuang sensed the angry gaze behind him, and calmly smiled again at the little girl who was holding his hand.

Look, what to look at, the master only smiled at the little beauty.

Everyone on the stage is already standing.

Yan Shuang's task is to hold the ribbon. Those who actually hold the scissors are a few bosses. There are two people between him and Ji Yao. His Wei Yichen blinked quietly.

Receiving his gaze, the housekeeper who hadn't seen him for a long time smiled calmly at him.

The smile is actually very sweet.

Is the butler completely spoiled by him, or is he holding back?

Most of the information passed between the eyebrows of the two people on and off the stage was seen by Ji Yao—he only saw Wei Yichen smiling, and when he glanced over from the corner of his eye, it turned out that Yan Shuang was also smiling.

The hand holding the scissors trembled slightly.

How could two people be so unscrupulous?

But it doesn't seem to have anything to do with him.

Wei Yichen and Yan Shuang... had sex...

And what about him?

From the beginning to the end, his identity was nothing more than a vague friend.

Still his wishful thinking friend.

Yan Shuang has always been just lying to him, just like lying to the child who was led by him, coaxing him into thinking that they will be friends for life with a few words.

"Crack-"

When the sharp scissors go down, the other end of the satin hangs down, sliding over the palm like running water, icy cold.

"Okay, okay, let's take a photo together."

The spotlights under the stage flickered.

"Please come closer, everyone."

The people on the stage started to approach each other consciously.

Ji Yao lowered his face, smiling at the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were cold. The people around him squeezed in, and then... brought a scent of citrus. , the person who seems to be deliberately avoiding him is also looking at him, with bright eyes looking at him as clear as water.

At the moment when the four eyes met, Ji Yao's brain seemed to have snowed suddenly, and the blank space was glowing with light.

After that, Yan Shuang immediately lowered his head to avoid his gaze.

The corner of the eye flickered, the eyelashes drooped, and Ji Yao also avoided it.

The gaze between them was only a short second, no, maybe shorter than a second, but it caused huge waves in Ji Yao's heart.

...he still loses his mind about those eyes.

After the group photo was taken, the reporter asked, "Which one is Yan Shuang?"

Yan Shuang raised his hand, "I am."

"Okay, could you please stay and take a photo with the person in charge of the Ji family who contributed this time?"

Ji Yao, who was about to step down from the side of the stage, stopped in his footsteps.

"Excuse me."

"I'm not very convenient."

Yan Shuang gently but firmly refused.

The reporter is from the media "raised" by Ji's family. Today he is in charge of the general report. This photo of a college student walking out of the orphanage with a sponsor is very important. The question he used was out of politeness. I didn't expect the other party to Hui refused, and was stunned on the spot for a while.

"That..." the reporter was a little speechless, "What is the reason for the inconvenience?"

Yan Shuang lowered his raised hand slowly.

Some people have begun to notice the movement here.

On the bright red stage covered with ribbons, the people around him had dispersed. Yan Shuang stood alone, wearing white clothes and black trousers, with a gentle smile, "It's my personal problem."

"Mr. Yan..." The reporter frowned and wanted to say something, Ji Shao on the side of the stage went back and forth, striding back to the person named Yan Shuang.

When Ji Yao approached, Yan Shuang shook his shoulders in shock, then regained his composure, his eyes wandered down the stage for a while, and then turned to leave.

"What's the inconvenience?"

Ji Yao's indifferent voice nailed his footsteps in place.

On the stage, the crowd had already gone down, and each was interviewed, leaving only two people, as if the stage was reserved for them alone.

The reporters in the audience keenly sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere between the two of them. They raised their cameras in an occupational attack, and were immediately patted on the shoulder.

When the reporter turned his head, the man wearing glasses said in an uncompromising tone, "Don't take pictures."

Yan Shuang turned his face to look at Ji Yao, the expression on his face also turned cold, and he said clearly: "I don't deserve it."

"How can a person like me deserve to take a photo with the noble Young Master Ji?"

Ji Yao looked at him indifferently, without showing any weakness, and pushed back directly, "What kind of person are you?"

"What kind of person am I?" Yan Shuang repeated his question, staring fixedly at Ji Yao, the corners of his mouth pursed into a stubborn arc, "I can't play the piano or draw, I'm useless and unworthy to be with you." The people you stand with."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left, his steps were fast, leaving no room for Ji Yao to continue talking.

The reporters in the audience were dumbfounded. These two...are they arguing?

Listening to the tone, it seems that the two people still know each other?

Before he could figure it out, the gloomy young master on the stage suddenly stepped off the stage and walked in the direction that the college student was walking.

"Don't talk nonsense," the man who patted him on the shoulder patted again, with a hint of warning in his tone, "Do you understand?"

The dumbfounded reporter said in a daze, "I understand."

The orphanage has a clear structure without any twists and turns, and Ji Yao immediately caught up with Yan Shuang at the newly built amusement facility.

"stop--"

The person he was chasing walked faster.

"I told you to stop—"

Yan Shuang stopped, but turned around and gave Ji Yao a hard look.

"Who are you? Why should I listen to you?"

Ji Yao was already approaching, and Yan Shuang immediately took half a step back.

The two faced each other at a distance.

Ji Yao just chased after him instinctively, but after he caught up with him, he didn't know what to say.

say what?

Saying nothing will help.

What Yan Shuang did happened in the past.

He has broken with him and it has already happened.

So... why did he chase it out?

Yan Shuang glanced at him, pursed his lips, turned around and left again.

"stop--"

As soon as he left, Ji Yao sternly stopped him again.

This time, Yan Shuang really didn't listen to him anymore, and her steps became faster and faster.

Ji Yao took a few steps quickly, and after catching up with the person, he stretched out his hand subconsciously.

"Snapped--"

The outstretched arm was lifted up by the guarded person.

"Do not touch me!"

Yan Shuang's eyes were wide open, and there seemed to be steam coming out of them.

Ji Yao's palm grasped in the air and then dropped, "You think too much, I didn't want to touch you."

"I'm leaving."

"what ever."

"Don't chase me."

"..."

Ji Yao fell silent, and he didn't think about it either. His mind drove his body and made a decision faster than his body, almost out of his control.

"Don't chase me," Yan Shuang repeated, the water vapor in those eyes had already turned into mist, "You... will give me an illusion."

"What illusion?"

The throat was completely uncontrollable, and one sentence followed another automatically.

Ji Yao looked at him, wanting to end this meaningless conversation, but in his heart he expected Yan Shuang to continue talking.

Yan Shuang pursed her lips, and the corners of her mouth hooked weakly.

"...Ji Yao, are you so interesting?"

"Yes, I admit that I am not as good as your Qin Qing, and I am not as clean as him. I am not worthy to compare with him. What are you dissatisfied with? What do you think of me!"

At the end, Yan Shuang could hardly restrain his emotions, and was about to yell.

There was a tide spreading across his chest, and the hands hanging by his sides curled up quietly. Ji Yao turned his gaze to one side, and then back again, and again and again, his face seemed to have regained his calm, "I have nothing to dissatisfy, you Well said."

The mist wrapped in the eyes finally turned into substance, and was forcibly pressed back just before falling.

"As long as you are satisfied."

Yan Shuang showed a smile without a smile on his face, "I hope you don't talk to me next time, don't look at me, and don't chase me like this again, okay?"

He raised his face, stubbornly retaining the last bit of dignity.

Ji Yao looked at that face quietly, the wind brought the aroma of citrus, which permeated around him strongly.

He said indifferently: "No."