I Can't Be This Protagonist

At the entrance of the gallery, guests came out one after another.

"Boss Qin, Brother Ling is really talented."

The visitors came to praise with smiles on their faces, without noticing the unusual atmosphere at the scene.

Qin Yubai withdrew his eyes, stretched out his hand to the visitor naturally, put on a gentle face, "Thank you."

After exchanging pleasantries, the guests left, Qin Yubai turned around again, and Ji Yao had already left.

The stairway illuminated by the lights was empty.

Qin Yubai sneered, with a look of disdain.

It's just a wayward second generation ancestor, he hasn't taken people to heart yet.

"Let's go." Qin Yubai said to Wei Yichen behind him.

Wei Yichen nodded respectfully, "Boss Qin, I have some personal matters to attend to."

Qin Yubai paused in his footsteps, sized up the butler who was as professional as a robot, and said jokingly, "To see your little skirt?"

"Yes."

Qin Yubai patted Wei Yichen's shoulder lightly, "Go."

Qin Yu graciously agreed to the rare personal request of his capable subordinates.

Humans are not machines after all.

Qin Yubai felt more at ease with Wei Yichen being so humane.

For some reason, Qin Yubai suddenly thought of Yan Shuang.

Want to meet this guy.

No, Qin Yubai immediately dismissed this idea, he should go back and tell Qin Qing how wonderful the art exhibition is, so that Qin Qing can be happy.

Turning to the parking lot, Qin Yubai's temples were still twitching slightly when he sat in the car.

For him, love and desire are separated, far apart, falling on two people, "love" comes first, "desire" comes after, it is clear and there is no confusion.

After saying goodbye to his boss, Wei Yichen got into his car - to meet his boss' lover.

The car window was half open, and the night breeze blew into the car. For some reason, Wei Yichen's heart beat faster and faster, and he felt a strong premonition in his heart.

Yan Shuang would not disappoint him so boringly.

The closer you are to the campus, the more you can smell the fragrance of vegetation. There are endless stretches of sycamore trees. Under the illumination of street lamps at night, the white patterns on the trunks of sycamore trees are like strange faces.

The black car parked silently on the side of the road.

Wei Yichen turned off the ignition, sat in the dark car, stared at the empty back door not far away, and smiled slightly.

Little liar.

As expected, slightly disappointed.

He took out his personal cell phone from his pocket again.

Along with the pack of cigarettes he hadn't finished smoking.

Wei Yichen took out a cigarette that had been suppressed to a certain extent, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it lightly, and looked at the quiet back door with vague eyes.

He picked up Yan Shuang from here several times.

Send him to Qin Yubai's bed.

Wei Yichen bit the cigarette.

There is no fire.

Just biting lightly.

The bitter taste of tobacco enters the teeth.

It’s weird.

How can something so bitter be addictive?

The gate of the school gate suddenly opened, and the movement of the gate was extremely prominent in the quiet night.

Someone came out, with a light figure and slow steps. He stood under the lamp, looked around, and took out his mobile phone from his bag.

Sitting in the car, Wei Yichen unconsciously held his breath.

Yan Shuang was on the phone.

—but his phone didn't ring.

Wei Yichen stared intently, the car was too dark and the distance was too bright, he couldn't see Yan Shuang's mood clearly when he was on the phone, but the blood in his heart was rushing, and he almost bit off the cigarette between his teeth.

He knew that Yan Shuang would not disappoint him.

The roar of the engine pierced the night sky abruptly.

The black sports car passed by his car like lightning.

An arrogant license plate, a noble young master.

Wei Yichen looked at Ji Yao who was getting off the car with Yan Shuang, gesticulating and saying something, Ji Yao was half a head taller than Yan Shuang, standing aside, his slender shadow covered Yan Shuang's whole body.

Not knowing what Yan Shuang said, he gradually lowered his head and shrugged his shoulders, as if crying.

Wei Yichen smiled, and the smoke between his teeth swayed.

Then, he saw Ji Yao opened the car door and pushed Yan Shuang into the car.

The sports car drove up from far to near, Wei Yichen sat in the pitch-black car, his eyes firmly fixed on the car.

The speed of the car was very fast, and the moment the two cars met, that face, like a blurred face in a movie poster, was deeply captured in Wei Yichen's eyes.

He was sure that at that moment... Yan Shuang was smiling at him across Ji Yao.

He fell back on the seat with his head up, the smoke between his teeth had been bitten off, Wei Yichen breathed deeply, as if he had entered a bizarre dream, he was pushed hard, and then a bright red mask was covered over his head. skirt.

The dress is full of a faint citrus scent.

Ji Yao frowned, "Have you taken a bath?"

"Well," Yan Shuang whispered, "I'm sorry to disturb you so late."

Ji Yao didn't respond to his apology, but only said, "I won't make an example."

"I, I know, it's just that the past two days have been too chaotic... I forgot... They all said that I have to do my homework because it's due tomorrow, but the team, no, no one..."

Yan Shuang silently shed tears while talking.

Ji Yao understands that Yan Shuang's situation has changed since that post was posted on the school forum.

If he took Yan Shuang away, he would be responsible to Yan Shuang.

In the short term it is.

From now on, Yan Shuang will still have to walk independently.

Xiao Qingyang was almost speechless, and came to open the door for them in the middle of the night, "Little cousin, you really don't treat yourself as an outsider now."

"Thanks."

Hearing Ji Yao's thanks, Yan Shuang glanced at him quietly and curiously from the corner of his eye.

"What a big deal," Xiao Qingyang was satisfied, and came over to pat Ji Yao on the shoulder, "Did you go to see Qin Qing's art exhibition today?"

"Ah."

"How about it? I see that people in the art circle are all boasting about everything, but people in that circle dare to brag about anything as long as the money is in place. How about you objectively evaluate it?"

"very good."

"Wow, you said it's very good, it must be amazing, I'll buy one for collection, now the value of young painters' works will appreciate very quickly."

The two cousins ​​said as they walked, the atmosphere was fairly intimate.

Ji Yao seemed to remember something after walking a few steps, turned his head to look at Yan Shuang who was still standing there and frowned, "Follow me."

Yan Shuang stood where he was, looking at a loss, and slowly followed.

He got it all.

Ji Yao still keeps him out of his circle.

Including the people around Ji Yao.

The two cousins ​​chatted as if no one was there, and he followed alone. From the moment he got off the car, Xiao Qingyang didn't see him in his eyes, including the last time he came to the racecourse, Xiao Qingyang also treated him in the same way.

ignore.

Not to mention the level of politeness and impoliteness.

You see, Ji Yao will also speak politely and thank guests politely.

But he only does this to people he likes.

He naturally has a behavior pattern in his heart, and he has different standards for relatives, friends, people he likes, and irrelevant people.

What kind of standard does he have for Yan Shuang?

Yan Shuang thinks it should be "trouble".

If you see it, you can't ignore it, and if you get it, you can't get rid of it. If it is possible, Ji Yao must very much hope that Yan Shuang does not exist in this world at all.

That way, he doesn't have to worry about it.

"The room is still there, feel free," Xiao Qingyang patted Ji Yao's shoulder, "I'm asleep."

"Ji Yao..."

Yan Shuang whispered, "Homework."

Xiao Qingyang's leaving footsteps stopped.

"For group assignments, all team members must speak on stage."

Yan said with both sides while lowering his head.

Hearing Ji Yao's silence, he raised his head and glanced at Ji Yao quickly, "I, I can teach you."

"puff--"

Xiao Qingyang couldn't help laughing out loud, and then held Ji Yao's shoulders shaking with laughter, "Fuck, I've learned a lot, little cousin, who is this...what's his name?"

Ji Yao pushed Xiao Qingyang's arm away, "Go away."

"No, I'm not leaving."

Xiao Qingyang became interested, and turned to hook Yan Shuang's neck, Yan Shuang saw it, and as soon as Xiao Qingyang stretched out his long arm, he immediately hid behind Ji Yao, grabbing the hem of Ji Yao's shirt, looking scared.

"Yo, still hiding, come out..." Xiao Qingyang put on a posture of an eagle catching a chick, and was directly stopped by "Mother Chicken" Ji Yao, "Don't stay up late when you are older, go to sleep." Turning around and grabbing Yan Shuang's arms pulled Yan Shuang into Yan Shuang's room.

Xiao Qingyang didn't react until the door was closed, and immediately performed self-pulling outside the door for a long time.

Can't figure it out.

Such an ordinary boy, who looks like... He didn't see clearly what he looked like, he was quite inconspicuous anyway, otherwise he wouldn't even remember his appearance.

His temperament is submissive, and he looks petty.

What exactly did Ji Yao see in him?

This kid actually said that he wanted to teach Ji Yao to do group work?

Ever since he was a child, his cousin has been a master of super-level problem solving, and they all say he belongs to the level of genius.

Teaching geniuses to write homework?

It's really pure and unpretentious.

Just as Xiao Qingyang was feeling confused, the door opened, and half of his fairy cousin's face was revealed, "Bring a laptop and make a powerpoint."

Xiao Qingyang: "..." Is he still awake?

With the learning tools in place, Xiao Qingyang refused to leave.

"I'll make you two a cup of coffee."

With that said, he stayed in the room and watched the two of them do their group work.

It's really that kid leading.

"...Oscar Wilde's homosexuality is not clearly revealed in the works, and "The Portrait of Dorian Gray" cannot be regarded as a single expression of his homosexual feelings. The theme of the work is more about expressing his views on desire... "

Yan Shuang spoke slowly, while Ji Yao was working on the ppt, Xiao Qingyang couldn't help laughing as he listened, "What topic did your teacher assign, is it specially assigned for you two?"

Yan Shuang stopped talking and lowered her head deeply.

Ji Yao glanced at Xiao Qingyang, "Is the coffee ready?"

The implication is that you can get out after soaking.

Xiao Qingyang was kicked out.

Ji Yao and Yan Shuang continued to work on the ppt.

As for the literature class, Ji Yao was just too lazy to listen, and he didn't know anything about it. In terms of aesthetics, he also received a good education.

The two worked together and the homework was completed quickly.

"The professor will grade this assignment in groups," Yan Shuang begged, "Tomorrow, let's talk about it tomorrow, shall we?"

He grasped the table with both hands, the backs of his hands tensed up with tension, and his eyes shone brightly through the lenses.

Ji Yao saw a strong longing in his eyes.

People who have always been so cowardly have something to fight for.

"Ah."

Ji Yao turned his face away and responded lightly.

He stood up to leave, but his sleeve was pulled again.

"Ji Yao, thank you."

The pupils are still bright, as if there are stars shining.

There was a drop of tears in the black eyes, which seemed to hang on Yan Shuang's lower eyelashes.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became a little weird.

It was something Ji Yao had never felt before.

It was the sleeves that were being grabbed, but the temperature seemed to spread from the sleeves to the arms. It was slightly hot and uncomfortable.

Ji Yao pulled out his sleeve, and said calmly, "This is not an example."

He never responded to Yan Shuang's apology and thanks.

What Yan Shuang thought was right.

If possible, Ji Yao hopes that Yan Shuang never shows up.

Taking the door lightly, Ji Yao turned his head and saw Xiao Qingyang leaning on the corridor with his arms folded.

Xiao Qingyang smiled, "We've already discussed desire, why don't you stay and discuss it in depth?"

Ji Yao glanced at him indifferently, and said coldly, "Disgusting."

Xiao Qingyang: "..."

"You really..." Xiao Qingyang smiled wryly and came over to put Ji Yao on the shoulder, but Ji Yao opened his hand again, "I said, are you frigid?"

"Is there anyone in this world who can make you desire?"

Ji Yao pushed open the door of his own room, turned his face sideways, and said to the curious Xiao Qingyang, "Get lost."

After closing the door, Ji Yao's expression remained unchanged.

desire.

So dirty.

He would never, never end up in that situation.

absolute.