I Can't Be This Protagonist

"...that's the end of today's class."

There were two classes in the morning, and Ji Yao didn't come. While packing up his books, Yan Shuang complained about this evil capitalist society in his heart.

Why can the children of rich people not come to class!Credits deducted!GPA deductions!fire!

Then he took out his mobile phone and sent another text message to Ji Yao humbly, "Ji Yao, I'll wait for you at the hotel."

Still nothing.

It's okay, at least it's not blocked.

Besides, it is impossible for Ji Yao not to want his ID card. Yan Shuang was not in a hurry, and sent another message to Wei Yichen.

"Brother, I have no money for lunch, so cry."

Wei Yichen didn't return either.

Yan Shuang looked up at the sky, sighing endlessly, thinking that he was so dignified, but no scumbag was willing to solve the food problem for him, and he had to eat the leftovers from the morning, it was really sad to hear and see.

And I can't take the initiative to contact Comrade Qin Beast.

Needless to say, the food provided by Comrade Qin Beast is quite generous.

And when will he take him to the Qin residence to play the plot, I can't wait.

Yan Shuang let out a long sigh, went back to the hotel, asked the front desk to warm up the steamed stuffed buns in the refrigerator, and went back to the room to eat steamed stuffed buns while surfing.

It is a serious wave.

No time for fooling around.

Qi Feiyun, a man with thousands of words in the encyclopedia.

I don't know when the photos on Wikipedia were taken.

The hair is combed back in a very old-fashioned way, but it doesn't look greasy, but a kind of solemn elegance, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, the pupils in the photo show a little gray, and the lips are serious and pursed, looking very unapproachable.

Just by looking at his face, it's hard to tell that he is an LSP who likes to engage in extreme sports.

Yan Shuang took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun, and continued to slide his fingers down.

Qi Feiyun's resume is so gorgeous that it doesn't look like a carbon-based creature.

Seriously, it is suspected that the author gave this character a golden finger just to serve the scene of digging out the kidney and changing the cornea in the future.

Oh, and brainwashing.

After reading Qi Feiyun's encyclopedia, Yan Shuang also finished his lunch and sent an email to Qi Feiyun's mailbox.

Now Qi Feiyun is in the sky above Miami, counting the time, Qi Feiyun should be able to see his email tomorrow.

He has less classes tomorrow, so he just has time to put Qi Feiyun's egg in the pot.

"Om-"

Someone finally found the phone.

Yan Shuang picked it up and took a look.

"come out."

It's Ji Yao.

Hotel lobby.

The front desk is maintaining a casual and nervous state of eating melons, not only listening to six ways and seeing all directions, but also looking like sleepwalking.

It is not easy to be true.

When he saw Ji Yao, a handsome guy who was as cold as snow, the receptionist's mood was not as amazing as the first time.

Young, what a pity.

After a while, the elevator door opened.

The posture of the front desk is still, but the eyes and spirit have been highly concentrated on the battlefield!

Yan Shuang carried a plastic bag, to be honest, he met Auntie Cleaning in the corridor and asked Auntie Cleaning for it.

Ji Yao seemed to be in good condition, anyway, he was stronger than Qin Yubai, who was about to be stunned by him last night. Yan Shuang carefully observed whether there was any injury on his body.

For the five scumbags, he still cherishes them very much.

After all, it is non-renewable energy.

If he gets mad, he won't be able to complete the task.

After he has filled up the emotional line and the plot line, what will happen to him.

"Ji Yao..." Yan Shuang handed the plastic bag forward, "I've washed your clothes..."

Ji Yao didn't even look at him, he really didn't look at him, from the moment Yan Shuang stepped out of the elevator, he kept facing Yan Shuang sideways, his gaze fell on the glass door of the hotel.

"ID card."

The voice was so cold that Yan Shuang almost shivered.

Yan Shuang slowly withdrew his hand, "Ji Yao, I want to talk to you."

Ji Yao finally looked at him with an undisguised disgust like never before.

He has always been well-bred, even if he hates someone, he will not show it.

Now for Yan Shuang, his patience was officially exhausted.

Based on Ji Yao's strict requirements on his friends, people like Yan Shuang are absolutely not qualified to enter his social circle. If it wasn't for Yan Shuang's face similar to Qin Qing, Ji Yao would never care about anything about him. thing.

Especially, this is such a self-willed and depraved person.

Ji Yao stretched out his hand, with a cold tone, and said again in a non-negotiable tone: "ID card."

Yan Shuang cried.

Tears rolled down without warning, it can be said that crying is ugly and real.

Faced with tears from different people, Yan Shuang also has different strategies.

Qin Yubai used his lower body to think, as long as he cried enough to show off.

Ji Yao thinks with his upper body, as long as he cries badly enough.

Like this, tears fell uninterruptedly, and all the facial features were wrinkled together, but they didn't make a sound, as if they were enduring great pain.

The front desk has looked silly.

Cry as you say.

Resby.

Looking at the handsome guy for another 10 minutes, his face was still cold, and he just looked at the boy in front of him and cried.

Just when the front desk thought it was a big breakup scene, the cold handsome guy reached out and grabbed the boy's arm, and dragged the silently crying boy to the elevator with a rude attitude that didn't fit his appearance.

As the only spectator of this scene, the front desk thinks that the following scenes should be watched for a fee.

pity.

Ah, no pity!

He's not gay!

The receptionist trembled, and quickly corrected his orientation.

Ji Yao has great strength.

Yan Shuang had seen his naked upper body, and knew that this guy looked like a white-faced scholarly boy, but he was actually muscular. He could win the championship of the month when he went to the construction site to move bricks anytime, anywhere. He was dragged away by Ji Yao, so he estimated roughly Strength, adjusted his facial expression, and pretended to cry while walking.

Ji Yao dragged Yan Shuang all the way to the room he opened that day.

Yan Shuang probably planned to talk to Ji Yao early in the morning, so he didn't even close the door of the room.

Without hesitation, Ji Yao stepped into the room where he felt dirty even when he touched the door.

Together with the person he was holding.

Yan Shuang hunched slightly, her entire face buried in her chest, probably still crying.

Since Ji Yao knew Yan Shuang, he seemed to be crying all the time, as if he had countless grievances and sadness.

It was he who said "he did it voluntarily" and he refused to go with him. In the end, why did it seem like he was the victim?

Ji Yao let go of his hand, "Speak."

He gave Yan Shuang one last chance.

For that face.

"My dad...he owes a lot of money..."

Yan Shuang opened his mouth with great difficulty, every word trembling with tears.

"I do not know what to do……"

Yan Shuang squatted on the ground, buried her face in her knees and cried bitterly.

The truth of the crying scene was really handled by him.

Yan Shuang silently counted down the countdown in his heart.

五

four

three

"How many?"

Faster than he thought.

Yan Shuang raised his tear-stained face, and in order to better confuse Ji Yao, he pretended to wipe his tears and took off his glasses.

Stealth buff removed!

Avatar mode is on.

"what?"

"How much?" Sure enough, Ji Yao's tone seemed to soften a little, "How much does your father owe?"

"One, 100 million."

Ji Yao's expression immediately changed subtly.

If it wasn't for a micro-expression master like Yan Shuang, he would never understand the meaning of Ji Yao's expression at this time.

Ji Yao's expression at this time can be summed up in two words - "ridiculous".

100 million.

What can 100 do?

The shirt that Ji Yao casually threw to Yan Shuang cost five figures.

Using the best materials on the market, the whole process is handmade by a private tailor passed down from generation to generation by the Ji family, so that this precious young master must be comfortable and comfortable to wear.

In Ji Yao's concept, 100 million is not money at all.

So, Yan Shuang sold her body for a mere 100 million?

Compared with sympathy, Ji Yao still has more absurdity in his heart.

The young master who doesn't eat fireworks in the world doesn't understand that even if some people sell their souls together, they may not be able to get back 100 million from the capitalists.

He only judged Yan Shuang's behavior as a pitiful and stupid decision in his heart.

"Don't cry," Ji Yao said bluntly, "I'll help you pay back the money."

Yan Shuang almost choked.

It's hard to see that Ji Yao is so generous.

I checked the progress of the relationship line distractedly, and it was still 10%.

It hasn't changed since the beginning.

In other words, Ji Yao still treats him on the basis of "looking at this face".

I really love Qin Qing.

Just 10% of the progress of the relationship line can make Ji Yao pay back the money without blinking an eye, even without any exchange conditions.

"You don't want to see him again in the future."

It's too early to draw conclusions.

It turned out to be conditional.

"ID card," Ji Yao stretched out his hand again, pursing his thin lips lightly, "At 8 o'clock in the evening, we are still meeting here, and I will bring you a check."

Xiao Ji, you look so pretty when you just give the money!

Yan Shuang doesn't care what Ji Yao is "loves the house and crows", how good it is, isn't this just relying on a face to prostitute for nothing? !

I just don't know if the 100 million will be in his hands smoothly.

This is not the original plot line.

The money produced will be confiscated by accident to a large extent.

For example, the redemption bank suddenly collapsed, or the money entered the account but disappeared out of thin air.

Wearing a bookstore is such a dog.

But it doesn't hurt to give it a try, Yan Shuang stood up slowly, took out Ji Yao's ID card from his pocket and handed it to him, "I will pay you back the money in the future."

Ji Yao was noncommittal, his eyes swept across Yan Shuang's neck.

The light red on the neck is like a beautiful collar.

He said coldly: "Don't do such a thing again."

Yan Shuang flinched at what he said, and nodded slightly, "Thank you."

Ji Yao was about to leave, but Yan Shuang grabbed his sleeve again.

This time, Ji Yao didn't shake off his hand, but frowned, "What else?"

"your clothes……"

"No more."

Ji Yao left.

Yan Shuang put down the plastic bag and took out the unwashed shirt inside. He had already guessed that Ji Yao would definitely not want this dress, so he didn't waste that time washing it.

This shirt is a high-end custom-made shirt, even if it is poured with red wine, it can be sold for a good price if sold to some clothing studios for them to study the craftsmanship.

He should be able to earn this money.

As long as the number is not large, you won't pay too much attention when you go through the bookstore.

The phone rang again.

It is an unsaved number.

Yan Shuang went to pick it up.

"Hello, takeaway, are you making an appointment, sir? I put your takeaway at the front desk, and you can come down and pick it up later."