I Can't Be This Protagonist

Pushing the wandering soul into the elevator, Yan Shuang turned around and saw the door next door opened.

Sheng Guangming poked out most of his head, staring at Yan Shuang with bright eyes.

"Did you see it?" Yan Shuang said calmly.

Sheng Guangming said honestly, "I saw someone else standing downstairs early in the morning."

At first, he wanted to rush down and beat Qin Yubai, but after thinking about it, he was afraid that he would be inappropriate and beat him up badly, so forget it.

Yan Shuang brought Qin Yubai up, and he saw it too. He had been on the balcony to watch the movement next door. In case Qin Yubai misbehaved Yan Shuang, Yan Shuang called for help, and he would immediately turn over from the balcony and act bravely for the people. Harmful!

Even if that person is sensible, he obediently left.

Yan Shuang didn't talk about this topic any more, and said, "I haven't had dinner yet."

Talk about how awesome a pastry chef's cooking skills can be.

Sitting at the dining table, Yan Shuang was already so fragrant that he couldn't stand it anymore.

Sheng Guangming's hair has grown too long recently, and he doesn't bother to cut it. He is afraid of losing his hair when cooking, so he casually tied a small chirp on the back of his head. He looks more like an artist—except for his conspicuous big pectoral muscles.

Sheng Guangming quickly made three dishes and one soup. The appearance was not exquisite, but just a homely appearance. The colors were bright and distinct, which made people very appetizing.

"I've made the cake and put it in the refrigerator. It tastes better when it's refrigerated."

Yan Shuang had no objection, and ate quietly and obediently with the bowl in his hand. He didn't keep boasting like before, but just ate in silence.

From the way he ate, Sheng Guangming could tell that he was satisfied and liked it very much. His food made him feel happy, and this made him feel happy too.

"What are you going to do?" Yan Shuang asked sincerely while eating the cake Sheng Guangming took out from the refrigerator.

Sheng Guangming was watching Yan Shuang eating the cake with a smile. He was taken aback when he heard this, and then smiled gently, "Don't worry, I've already thought of a way to deal with it."

The silver fork passed through the soft cake body, touched the plate below, and made a short crisp sound. Yan Shuang lowered his eyes and said softly: "I will not help you to plead with him."

Sheng Guangming turned his head slowly, and when he realized Yan Shuang's meaning, he couldn't laugh or cry at first, and then smiled helplessly. When he saw that Yan Shuang's head was lowered a little abnormally, he vaguely felt that Yan Shuang was really a little bit tonight. Abnormal.

"What's wrong?" Sheng Guangming lowered his voice, trying to make his voice sound softer, "Is there something unhappy?"

Yan Shuang didn't answer.

The cake plate has been swept away, revealing a smooth mirror surface, on which a pair of eyes filled with mist are reflected. It is unclear whether the eyes are tears or the light reflected from the overhead chandelier.

Yan Shuang's chin was caught and lifted up.

The boxer's fingertips were rough and hard, like sandpaper, the force was controlled very lightly, but it still left a faint red mark on the white chin.

Sheng Guangming stared at the red patch, let go of his hand after saying "I'm sorry", and looked at Yan Shuang's reddish eyes with a serious expression, "Are you going to cry?"

Yan Shuang: Nonsense, I'm not going to cry, is it going to bloom?The straight man climbs for his grandfather.

"Don't cry," Sheng Guangming stretched out his hand and rubbed Yan Shuang's head, "It's not worth it."

"I'm not as useless as you think, don't worry, I've already figured out a countermeasure," Sheng Guangming continued to rub his head, his attitude was still the same as when they were chatting in the flower bed in the hospital, like a gentle big brother Brother, "Don't you believe me?"

Yan Shuang looked at him quietly, the outermost circles of his eyes were indeed red, but the mist in his eyes had dissipated a lot, and he said calmly, "He is very rich."

Sheng Guangming's hand stopped.

Yan Shuang continued: "Very rich, very rich."

He emphasized, with an odd certainty in his tone.

Sheng Guangming seemed to understand something suddenly, and anger suddenly burst out in his eyes.

"he--"

Yan Shuang looked at him calmly, his eyes were like a pool of lake water, so clean that it shone through, reflecting a furious man.

Sheng Guangming's face turned red due to rage, and his lips were tightly pursed, as if he was afraid that Yan Shuang would be frightened by the harsh words that came out of his mouth. It's not too much for him to beat him to death or maim him!

He said he felt strange, Yan Shuang was a famous college student, good-looking and clean, what kind of person couldn't be found?Even if you love to play, there is no need to say anything to pick up customers.

He was clearly forced!

Qi Feiyun said that Qin Yubai was Yan Shuang's elder brother, and Yan Shuang was an orphan. Could it be...that beast!

"I wasn't forced."

Yan Shuang's words interrupted Sheng Guangming's increasingly manic imagination.

The anger that was still suppressed on Sheng Guangming's face suddenly froze strangely.

"I did it voluntarily," Yan Shuang smiled, "He's so handsome and rich, I won't suffer if I'm with him."

Sheng Guangming looked at Yan Shuang steadfastly, and now he couldn't tell which of Yan Shuang's words was true and which was false.

"I'm going back."

Yan Shuang stood up and stopped the topic abruptly.

He didn't ask Sheng Guangming to see him off, and he didn't even allow Sheng Guangming to get up.

He asked Sheng Guangming to sit at the dining table with his scent on it, and taste another mystery left by him alone.

Of course he could tell Sheng Guangming all about what happened to Yan Shuang in one go.

Selling miserably, it is of course very effective for righteous people like Sheng Guangming who yell at injustice, but this is shallow and vulgar, and it is going back to the old path of the relationship between the two in the original book.

From sympathy to sympathy to drunken sex from body to heart.

The emotional line between the two is both ordinary and vulgar, and it has been grinding for a long time.

Yan Shuang didn't have that much spare time to spend, what he left for Sheng Guangming was not a simple pitiful, but a "rotten person" full of mysteries.

So, think about it, guess it, investigate it, and get to know him bit by bit.

He just takes that one step.

The remaining 99 steps are left to Sheng Guangming.

Ever since he said that day, Qin Yubai never appeared in front of Yan Shuang again.

Before Qin Yubai was willing to put down his body and stick to him, the main reason was that Qin Yubai still regarded himself as a superior psychologically, and came to make trouble for an awkward lover. After the ground was cut open, this sense of superiority disappeared. In a short period of time, Yan Shuang judged that he would not appear again, allowing him to spend Qi Feiyun's remaining plot points with peace of mind.

The school has entered the atmosphere of the end of the semester, which is more terrifying than any battle royale game, especially those courses that are rumored to be used to retake the KPI every year. The students are all in danger, and Yan Shuang is no exception. He worked hard for a semester, just to get a scholarship at the end of the semester, and he couldn't lose the chain at this critical moment.

"Are you going to study again tonight?"

Sheng Guangming served him a bowl of snow-white mutton soup.

Yan Shuang nodded. Holding a stack of printed review materials in his hand, he flicked his fingers and complained to Sheng Guangming: "Teacher Qi is on duty again tonight."

Qi Feiyun has been too busy recently, even when Yan Shuang went to the hospital to look for him, he could only watch him enter the operating room and stand guard.

"It's almost the end of the year, and the hospital must be busy."

Yan Shuang propped his face, picked up the soup in the bowl with a spoon, and said, "No matter how busy you are, you won't have no time to spend with me."

Sheng Guangming put down his bowl, with a hesitant expression on his face, "Didn't you say that you and Doctor Qi are not lovers?"

Yan Shuang said: "Yes, we are not a couple, but we are friends with benefits. He has been so busy recently that he has no time for sex."

Sheng Guangming said "Oh", put his hand on the bowl, and said: "Let's eat first, and review after eating."

After eating, Yan Shuang lazily waved to Sheng Guangming with the review materials, turned around and went back to Qi Feiyun's house.

Even though the room was empty, he didn't want to stay in Sheng Guangming's place.

Sheng Guangming stood at the door for a while before closing the door and going back to tidy up.

The meal is cooked by one, eaten by two, and he cleans up by himself in the end.

In fact, Sheng Guangming likes cooking very much, and he also likes others to eat the food he cooks. As long as the eaters are happy to eat, he will be happy to see the clean dishes when he cleans up.

It's just that I feel more and more lost recently.

In the past few days, Yan Shuang came to his place for dinner every day because Qi Feiyun was too busy, but apart from eating, Yan Shuang had nothing else for him.

Their relationship is becoming more and more like that of close friends.

This is actually quite good... The plate in the palm of his hand slipped into the sink, Sheng Guangming turned his face, and saw his frowning face from the mirror of the refrigerator.

The ringing of the phone interrupted his thoughts, Sheng Guangming took off his gloves, wiped his hands and went to answer the phone.

It's the broker's phone number.

The agent first asked him about the store, Sheng Guangming said: "The new location has been selected."

The manager was relieved, changed the subject, and asked, "How are you and that college student doing?"

Sheng Guangming was silent for a while, and said, "It's pretty good."

The manager knew him too well, so he immediately knew that there must be no progress, so he hurriedly said: "You and me, don't hide it from me. Come on, let me be your staff advisor. What's going on?"

Sheng Guangming hesitated for a moment, but there was no one to talk to, so he said, "I feel like we are becoming more and more like good buddies."

There was a burst of laughter immediately on the other end of the phone.

Sheng Guangming frowned and took the phone away, simply put it on the table and turned on the speakerphone.

The manager finally stopped laughing when he heard the echo of his own laughter. He said: "No, what's the matter with you, I asked you to chase after him, how did you become a good buddy?"

Sheng Guangming said: "It's also pretty good."

"Don't be funny, I can hear that you are very upset... Let me think about it, hey, you are very popular with men, when you punch, there are many male fans, why doesn't he like you ?”

Sheng Guangming said: "If you like it, you like it, if you don't like it, you don't like it."

The manager smiled and said, "Aren't you talking nonsense?" He pondered for a moment and then said, "Aren't you too honest? As the saying goes, men are not bad, and women...ah no, men don't love you. It's all good, but it's too boring."

Bad?

Sheng Guangming suddenly remembered that Yan Shuang had expressed thoughts like "You are a good person, don't get too close to me" several times.

It was as if a bright light suddenly lit up in Chaos' mind.

Sheng Guangming said solemnly: "You are right."

The manager was happy, "It's better for me."

Sheng Guangming continued to ask: "How can you look like a bad man?"

Agent: "It's not easy, pornography, gambling and drugs, you choose."

Sheng Guangming: "...I mean it looks, it's not really bad."

Manager: "It's easy too. Come to my place tomorrow, and I'll take you to a scumbag makeover. I promise to make you look good."

Yan Shuang didn't know anything about the heated discussion next door, he was sending Qi Feiyun a series of fatal text messages while holding his mobile phone.

"Honey, I'm lonely on a lonely night, I miss you so much, come back soon!"

"Hello, here is a poor young woman who has been childless for many years and longs to have a child with sperm. I implore the kind-hearted people to give me a little love. I will thank you after pregnancy!"

"Damn it, Qi Feiyun, are you hiding from me? I'll show you if you believe it or not!"

Along with the threatening text message was a picture.

A piece of spaghetti rests on a thin white wrist.

"Return quickly, or you will die twice."

"Doctor Qi, what are you looking at, you are smiling so happily, your girlfriend sent it to you?" The doctor who was on duty beside him laughed.

Qi Feiyun turned her face away and said calmly, "It's your boyfriend."

Doctor on duty: "..." I forgot that this guy is gay.

"Hehe," the doctor on duty forced a smile, "You two have such a good relationship."

Qi Feiyun nodded slightly.

"The hospital is too busy recently, you will rest tomorrow, just to spend more time with you."

Qi Feiyun let out a "hmm".

The phone in his pocket vibrated again.

Qi Feiyun took out her phone.

"If you don't come back, I'll sleep next door tonight!"

Yan Shuang sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to type and prepare for the next text message of personal attack—the physique of a boxer is just different, the chest muscles are bigger than yours, the fists are harder than yours, and there is another place where they are both bigger and harder than you. you guess……

A reply message popped up on the phone screen.

"rest tomorrow."

After Qi Feiyun sent a text message, he immediately received a reply.

"I love you~ Husband, you are the best~"

The doctor on duty accidentally scanned it and almost went blind.

Wow, is it so sweet for a man to fall in love with a man?He is sour.

Qi Feiyun finished his shift in the morning, and after being on duty for several consecutive days, he finally had a day off, greeted his busy assistants, and prepared to leave work.

"Doctor Qi..."

The assistant stopped him.

Qi Feiyun looked at him quietly while holding the briefcase.

The assistant hesitated for a while, and said, "Doctor Qi, how are you and Yan Shuang recently...?"

The smoky gray pupils flicked across his body, and for a moment, the assistant felt as if Qi Feiyun had seen through all the words he hadn't said.

But Qi Feiyun only nodded and said three words, "Thank you."

Yan Shuang was in class during the day, and Qi Feiyun was staying in the hospital for a few days, and she still felt a little strange when she got home.

In fact, when he was busy before, he often stayed in the hospital for ten days and a half months, and he didn't feel any gap when he went home to rest.

Neither the hospital nor the house meant much to him.

And now he actually feels a little... missing.

After parting, the miss is more prominent.

There was almost no change in the house, Yan Shuang didn't add anything new, it was still black and white and was evaluated as too deserted decoration, there was clearly no trace, but another person's breath seemed to be everywhere.

Qi Feiyun carried the briefcase into the bedroom.

The atmosphere in the bedroom is even stronger.

Qi Feiyun's gaze swept from the bed to the bathroom and then to the French windows of the balcony, as if another person living in this house appeared in his mind.

This is the power of intimacy.

Even when he's not there, he seems to be there.

After Qi Feiyun washed, he wanted to lie down and sleep for a while, but he didn't feel sleepy after lying on the bed, so he just sat up and read a book, his eyes were too tired after reading for a while, and after putting down the book, he went to the balcony. Standing on the balcony quietly watching the crowd of vehicles passing by downstairs.

I don't know how long it took, maybe an hour?Or maybe two hours?

Finally, a colorful figure appeared in his sight, with thick cotton clothes, slender legs, jet-black hair, walking briskly, the hair on the top of his head jumped up and down like notes on a musical score, he was approaching this building, and he was leaving Two steps suddenly turned in a circle and continued walking.

Qi Feiyun watched quietly, and slowly raised the corners of her lips.

"Boom--"

The special sound of the motorcycle caught the attention of passers-by. Yan Shuang was hurrying home when suddenly a motorcycle stopped beside him.

Yan Shuang: Fuck, scare me!

Probably because his fright was too obvious, the driver hurriedly took off his helmet, "Scared you?"

Yan Shuang: "..."

Damn.

Brother who are you?

Yan Shuang stared dumbfoundedly at the red-haired Sheng Guangming in front of him.

"Sheng, Brother Sheng," Yan Shuang said, "Have you dyed your hair?"

Not only that, but she also wore a necklace, which was quite trendy.

Hmm, very unorthodox.

Sheng Guangming gave a "hmm" and said cautiously, "Not good-looking?"

Yan Shuang: "...not bad."

Sheng Guangming was obviously a little uncomfortable with his new look, and the expression on his face didn't know what to do. When he took off his leather gloves, Yan Shuang discovered that he was wearing three rings - one of which was a skull.

"Shuangshuang," Sheng Guangming said bravely, "I want to get a tattoo."

Yan Shuang: "..."

Sheng Guangming observed Yan Shuang's face. Yan Shuang looked very shocked. Shock is a good thing, right?It is much better than a pool of stagnant water, he continued: "Where do you think my tattoo is, and what is better?"

Yan Shuang: "..." Hair perm, tattoos, this dude's puberty came a bit late.

Yan Shuang stretched out his hand and pointed down, "Just get the tattoo."

Sheng Guangming followed his fingers and lowered his head, "..." The tattoo was too difficult.

"Just four characters tattooed," Yan Shuang walked into the building with his hands up, "serve the country faithfully."

Sheng Guangming followed up with his helmet in his arms, and tentatively said, "You don't like it?"

Yan Shuang pressed the elevator, the elevator door opened, he went in first, and then reached out and grabbed Sheng Guangming's collar to go in.

As soon as the elevator door closed, he immediately reached out to pluck Sheng Guangming's red hair, "What kind of hair is dyed, it's so ugly."

Sheng Guangming didn't know why, but when he was scolded for being ugly, he felt a little sweet in his heart, "This color doesn't look good, so which color do you think looks better?"

"It's black, dye it back immediately."

"There is still a ring, take it off."

"Tattoos? No tattoos are allowed. If you really want to get tattoos, you can tattoo them on your armpits. Anyway, don't let me see them."

"Alright, what are you fussing about..."

Sheng Guangming obediently listened to Yan Shuang's reprimand. Yan Shuang glanced at him and saw him smiling, so he also smiled on his sullen face.

"You think I'd like this?"

"I don't know what you like," Sheng Guangming smiled, "I only know that you don't like me, so I want to change."

The elevator door opens.

Yan Shuang pursed his lips, took his hand out of the elevator together, and pulled him to the door. Yan Shuang looked up at him, "You are not allowed to change."

"Anyone can change, but you are not allowed to change."

As if he had been endowed with some kind of sacred sustenance, Sheng Guangming felt an inexplicable sadness in an instant. Anyone can do it, but he doesn't allow it. Does it mean that he has a special place in Yan Shuang's heart?

With his heart beating faster, Sheng Guangming said slowly, "I..."

A melodious bell interrupted his words.

The door next door opened.

Qi Feiyun stood at the door wearing home clothes, he only glanced at Yan Shuang, and Yan Shuang put down Sheng Guangming's hand without hesitation.

"Miss Qi, are you back?"

Yan Shuang walked over quickly and hugged Qi Feiyun with a sweet smile.

Qi Feiyun looked down at him, and then at Sheng Guangming who was standing at the door.

Sheng Guangming saw that Qi Feiyun was fresh and clean, with black hair hanging down simply, and his clothes were extremely simple. He nodded to him, and entered the room with his arms in his arms expressionlessly.

Sheng Guangming stood at the door with his helmet in his arms for a long time. When he lowered his head for a moment, he saw his bright red hair reflected on the helmet.

It's really ugly.