I Can't Be This Protagonist

Outside the campus in winter, the trees on both sides of the silent street were left with only their branches. They were faintly shadowed under the street lamps and cast like ghosts on the ground.

Sheng Guangming noticed something unusual when Yan Shuang slammed into the door panel—there were other people in the dormitory.

It was someone Yan Shuang didn't want him to see.

He should pretend he didn't notice it, and then go home as if nothing had happened. When Yan Shuang wanted to tell him, he would generously say that he actually knew about it early in the morning, and only pretended not to know it out of respect for him.

He did, too, before he saw the car parked on the side of the road blending into the night.

Black luxury cars are extremely rare in this city.

Sheng Guangming only saw two of them.

The owners are all related to Yan Shuang.

Sheng Guangming sat in the car staring at the pitch-black car, with his palms on the steering wheel, and wanted to drive away several times, but it seemed that an inexplicable force stuck him to the seat.

He wondered who it was.

"Oh it's you."

There was an expected coldness in his tone.

Ji Yao let go of the hand pulling the car door, turned around and looked at the person not far away, his expression was calm and indifferent, and he didn't intend to answer, but just stood there, looking at Sheng Guangming quietly.

He was wearing a hand-cut coat, and even though his chest was slightly wrinkled, he still looked so outstanding. The street lights on the street were not too bright. Standing under the street lights, he was much more dazzling than those artificial lights.

Sheng Guangming rarely feels inferior.

He lost his parents when he was young, and has worked hard with his own hands all the way to this day. He feels that he will not lose to others, and he will not be worse than anyone else.

Without such a firm belief, he could not be invincible in the ring.

If he and Ji Yao were in the boxing ring now, he was confident that he could knock Ji Yao out with a single punch.

But this is not a boxing ring.

Emotional matters, do not speak with fists.

Ji Yao looked Sheng Guangming up and down, then withdrew his gaze coldly, and went to pull the car door again.

"and many more."

Ji Yao had already opened the car door, and half of him leaned against the door, his eyes fell on Sheng Guangming again as if condescending.

"What do you mean to Yan Shuang?" Sheng Guangming turned cold and aggressive.

Ji Yao felt that he seemed ridiculous, raised the corner of his eyes indifferently, and said flatly, "Who are you?"

Nothing could be more provocative than this.

This person has engraved his arrogance into his bone marrow, and it has become a part of his body, and it has naturally become his weapon anytime, anywhere. His words and deeds seem to be contemptuous of the people around him. Dust-free to the point that Sheng Guangming was bored.

Is this the kind of person Yan Shuang likes?

Sheng Guangming had never been so angry before.

The hand hanging by his side slowly clenched into a fist, and he walked slowly towards the expensive luxury car step by step.

Ji Yao stood calmly all the time, holding the car door with one hand, his eyes seemed to be looking at Sheng Guangming, but he didn't seem to be looking at him. Facing the pressure on his face, he still looked calm.

The fists beside him were clenched tightly, Sheng Guangming used his willpower to restrain the urge to punch, "If it wasn't for Yan Shuang, you would have fallen to the ground by now."

He desperately told himself that this was the person Yan Shuang liked, and that he couldn't hurt the person Yan Shuang liked... Such almost self-abuse thoughts forcibly prevented him from wanting to beat the face in front of him to pieces.

Hearing this, Ji Yao glanced at the clenched fist at his side, then curled his lips, and said in his usual cold and haughty tone, "You can try."

"Do you think I dare not?" Sheng Guangming squeezed out these words through his teeth, it seemed that he was extremely angry.

"Bam—"

Ji Yao closed the car door casually. He took off his coat, revealing the white shirt inside. The collar of the shirt obviously had some folds that had been scratched, which were piled up on his chest. He lowered his face and slowly unbuttoned the cuffs of the shirt cuffs. Jewel cufflinks, said lightly: "I don't question your courage," he raised his face, showing arrogant cruelty, "What I question is whether you have the ability to bear the consequences."

The ice-blue gemstone cufflinks slipped from his fingertips, making a crisp sound on the ground.

The sleeves were slowly rolled up, exposing fair but equally strong arms, Ji Yao moved his shoulders up and down, and said coldly: "Come on."

The son of the richest, from head to toe, is incomparably noble.

Qin Yubai can get his store out of the mall with just one word.

Sheng Guangming could easily imagine how much energy this noble young man in front of him had, and how much trouble he would face if he caused any scars on this body.

At certain times, people must choose to be patient and bear the burden of humiliation. That is a rational choice.

Sheng Guangming punched that arrogant face with a strong fist, and Sheng Guangming, who knocked him back two steps, sneered, "Sorry, you caught up with me when I was irrational."

Immediately, there was a scalding, needle-like pain on the injured cheek, and a bloody smell came out of his mouth. Ji Yao turned his face and smiled lightly, "That's a coincidence."

For such a fair and slender noble son, Sheng Guangming subconsciously thought that the other party was a pampered embroidered pillow, so he left room for his shots, but Ji Yao's fierce counterattack made Sheng Guangming almost think that he had returned to the underground boxing ring where he had been, with black hands and a cruel heart. , don't talk about rules, just punch.

One didn't dare to kill, and the other fought terribly, but the two fought back and forth, with little difference.

The silent street was filled with the sound of punches to the flesh, and the man was holding back his heavy breathing, rational?Reason is what binds human beings, and they have now turned into beasts, red-eyed for a person who is not there at all.

The smell of blood soon spread, and the passing wild cat let out a light "meow", and sprinted past the two of them deftly, then ran into the dark alley, dodging and brushing past a pair of leather shoes.

Ji Wensong raised his foot and said to the bodyguard beside him, "In this weather, animals are more energetic than humans."

The bodyguard didn't dare to answer, so he slightly bent over to agree.

Ji Wensong stood in the dark, the two people facing each other couldn't see him, but he saw them clearly.

The car lights facing each other and the street lights on the side of the street have high, low, light and dark lights. He laughed while watching, and said to himself: "This is like a stage play."

After watching for more than ten minutes, Ji Wensong waved his hand, and several bodyguards behind him who had been prepared and ready to go immediately rushed over and forcibly separated the two who were still fighting.

As soon as Ji Yao was caught by the bodyguard, he immediately stretched out his hand, signaling the other party to back away, and stood up straight.

The moment the bodyguards in the dark came into sight, Sheng Guangming also calmed down. He avoided the arms of the bodyguards and said coldly, "Get out of the way."

The two returned from the state of beasts to well-dressed people.

In the dark alley, more than a dozen bodyguards filed out, and the late-night street at the back gate of the campus suddenly became lively. It was not lively, because everyone was extremely quiet, and the bodyguards were lined up on both sides. Guangming saw a middle-aged man who looked similar to Ji Yao walking out of the darkness.

Ji Wensong smiled as he walked, holding a pair of leather gloves in his hands, and patted them lightly in his palms, "Yes, today's play is very good."

From the moment Ji Yao's bodyguard appeared... No, he had guessed that Ji Wensong would come here, and he had been delayed here for a long time. Instead of looking at his father, he stretched out his hand with trembling fingertips to tidy up. The shirt was already in disarray.

Ji Wensong didn't even go to see his son, he went straight to Sheng Guangming who was surrounded by bodyguards.

Sheng Guangming judged from his appearance and the memory left by watching him on TV that the other party was Ji Yao's father.

He thought that if he beat Ji Yao, he would cause trouble, but he didn't expect the trouble to come so quickly.

Sheng Guangming was expressionless, and quietly entered a defensive state.

"Mr. Sheng?" Ji Wensong asked gently.

Sheng Guangming did not show any timidity, and said with the same gentle attitude as if nothing had happened: "Mr. Ji."

"Hello," Ji Wensong greeted him with a smile, "I saw you boxing in Jamaica three years ago, and it was very good."

Sheng Guangming didn't expect that the other party would mention his career to him, so he was a little stunned for a while.

"Thank you very much today," Ji Wensong nodded slightly at him, "Let me teach this worthless son a lesson."

Sheng Guangming didn't know if he said such irony on purpose to satirize him or what, he said stiffly: "Mr. Ji, I'm sorry, I was too impulsive today."

Ji Wensong lightly flicked the gloves in his hand, smiled mysteriously, and finally turned to his son.

Ji Yao was putting on his coat, his arm movements were a little sluggish, obviously he was injured, his handsome face was also covered with scars, and the blood on the corner of his mouth was still wet, it seemed that he had indeed received a "lesson".

Ji Wensong looked at his son with great interest, and said, "I thought you were trying your best to come out to do something, but you came out to beg for beatings." He waved his hand, and the leather glove made a "hoo" in the air, very loudly. Ji Yao slapped hard on the face, Sheng Guangming was startled, and then he heard the other party's tone with a smile: "You said it earlier, can I, as a father, not fulfill you?"

Ji Yao had already exhausted his physical strength in the fight with Sheng Guangming, and the slap almost knocked him down, but he only swayed slightly and then stood up straight, still carefully buttoning the last button of his coat, He treated his father no differently from others, he still looked indifferent and indifferent, took out a handkerchief to wipe off the blood from the corners of his lips, opened the door, and got into the car as if no one was there.

Ji Wensong said to the bodyguard: "Go and drag him out for me."

The bodyguards stepped forward to pull the car door without hesitation.

Ji Yao sat in the car and looked at his father coldly.

Ji Wensong looked at him with admiration and anger, and said, "You are really more and more like me now."

Ji Yao finally responded, "I'm not like you."

"It's up to you to decide whether it looks like it or not," Ji Wensong waved his hand, "Are you coming out by yourself, or do you want someone to invite you out?"

Ji Yao sat still, Ji Wensong said to himself: "I am the only audience for this play today, it's a pity, I have to ask other people to watch it too." He waved back, and the bodyguards stepped forward to listen to his orders , "Go in and invite people out." After he finished speaking, he looked at Ji Yao, who was sitting in the car, still indifferent.

The bodyguard nodded and immediately turned around to enter the campus. Sheng Guangming immediately sensed something was wrong. He took a step forward and said sharply, "Stop—"

The bodyguards around him wanted to stop him, but Sheng Guangming punched him to the ground.

Ji Wensong watched his bodyguard wrestle with others with great interest, watched for a while, and commented: "He is merciful to you."

Ji Wensong made a gesture, and the bodyguards around him whistled with two fingers between their mouths, and several bodyguards besieging Sheng Guangming dispersed again, including the bodyguards ordered by Ji Wensong to enter the school also stopped.

Sheng Guangming panted lightly, "Mr. Ji, this is a matter between me and Ji Yao, and has nothing to do with anyone else."

Ji Wensong locked his eyes on him, lowered his eyes, and shook his head lightly, "I really don't understand the young people nowadays."

The melodious ringtone broke the extremely tense atmosphere.

Sheng Guangming's phone rang.

He glanced vigilantly at the two father and son in front of him, and reached into his pocket. The corners of the phone had been damaged in the fight just now, but it was still not completely damaged, and the screen was still faithfully reminding that it was Yan Shuang who was calling.

Sheng Guangming raised his face to look at the two of them again, Ji Wensong smiled slightly, "Please go ahead."

The phone was connected, but unexpectedly became hands-free, and Sheng Guangming couldn't press it no matter how hard he pressed it.

"Brother Sheng."

Yan Shuang's voice was very gentle and clear, as if she was sleepy.

"What's the matter, Shuangshuang?"

Sheng Guangming tried his best to conceal it, making his voice sound the same as usual, and at the same time remained vigilant to everything around him.

The other end of the phone suddenly fell silent.

He probably didn't know this side at all. There were dozens of people standing on the street waiting for him to speak, and he seemed to be in a tangle. After a long time, he said: "I'm sorry, I lied to you just now."

Sheng Guangming was very nervous, and subconsciously replied "what".

"Just now...Ji Yao was in the dormitory..." Yan Shuang hesitated, but said it anyway, "I'm sorry, Brother Sheng, I lied to you."

This short sentence made Sheng Guangming seem to have entered the spring, and all the pain and tense emotions in his body disappeared without a trace. He almost wanted to laugh, "It's okay, Shuangshuang, it's okay, I understand you." His tone Gentle way.

"Thank you……"

Yan Shuang also sounded like he was relieved a lot, his tone became lighter, he smiled, the laughter was innocent and natural, and after a while, he opened his mouth again.

"Brother Sheng, I've made up my mind. I'd like to try being with you. How about you? Would you like to?"

"certainly--"

Sheng Guangming was ecstatic, he completely forgot all the people and things around him, he repeated loudly, and Yan Shuang responded with sweet laughter.

The cold wind blew through the car door, Ji Wensong lowered his face, looked at the expressionless Ji Yao, and smiled softly, "So you didn't come here to beg for a beating, but to be a matchmaker, yes, but I misunderstood you, In this way, you can go abroad with peace of mind, and you don't have to worry about him."

"You think too much," Ji Yao said indifferently with his scarred face, looking through the front windshield at the man who seemed to have the whole world and was so happy that he was about to jump up, "... ...I never cared about him."