I Can't Be This Protagonist

Yan Shuang got out of the car with unnatural steps, not because she was injured.

The physique of the abuser can always be trusted.

Even in the car, being so rough and unprepared, Yan Shuang was still very happy.

Using cool to describe it is a bit one-sided.

It should be cool to fly.

Yan Shuang licked his lips, but he was not enjoying himself enough.

The process is undoubtedly happy, but its side effects cannot be ignored.

Feeling wet is uncomfortable.

What's more, it's still a vacuum.

Yan Shuang walked on the campus as if nothing had happened, walking towards the dormitory like a transparent person.

The path covered by the bushes was the closest to the dormitory, Yan Shuang was in a hurry to go back to clean it, so he copied the path, and froze within two steps.

Standing among the blooming flowers and trees is a snow-like person, with red flowers and green leaves, white clothes and long trousers, his whole face is extremely handsome and beautiful, and he looks flimsy and alienated.

"Ji Yao..."

Yan Shuang's hand holding the canvas bag suddenly trembled, he quickly lowered his face, and stood there stiffly, not daring to move.

Entering the play in a second, he is really a god.

The cold eyes slowly slid down the top of his hair, all the way from his cheeks to his thin body and slender limbs, with serious scrutiny.

"Are you going to cry again?"

Indifferent words came into the ears.

Yan Shuang didn't even dare to shake.

Slowly approaching him, the unique cold fragrance of Ji Yao penetrated into the tip of his nose.

"You promised me not to see him again."

Slight weeping spread out in the alley.

Ji Yao stretched out his hand, he wanted to grab the black hair, completely strip the face from the protection of the black hair, and then question him why he was so self-deprecating.

He has given him money.

He was also given shelter.

But still not enough.

"Yes, I'm sorry..." Yan Shuang cried and apologized to Ji Yao, but he just didn't explain.

Ambiguity is the essence of sadomasochism.

How interesting is a showdown?

Ji Yao said indifferently: "I don't want to see you again."

He turned around to leave, but his waist was tightly bound by two slender arms.

"don't want--"

The temperature and touch of the other person made Ji Yao feel uncomfortable almost instantly, and his nerves immediately tensed up.

"Let go."

These two words almost popped out from between the teeth.

The more he said that, of course Yan Shuang would not let go.

Ji Yao cast the mouse and refused to touch him, so of course he could only let Yanshuang hold him.

Yan Shuang pressed his tear-soaked face tightly to Ji Yao's back, and kept saying "I'm sorry."

The heat and humidity spread to the back through the shirt, and a strange shivering feeling spread all over the body.

Yan Shuang just got off Qin Yubai's car.

Although Ji Yao only heard what he did with Qin Yubai in the car, it was enough to fill up all the blank imaginations.

And Yan Shuang was hugging him tightly now.

Ji Yao thought he would feel sick and want to vomit.

But he didn't.

Violent emotions echoed in his chest, and the picture he had just imagined appeared in his mind.

The arms with bulging veins grabbed Yan Shuang's black hair, causing his frail face to look up, and helpless tears filled his eyes.

Yan Shuang was still apologizing endlessly.

Ji Yao finally couldn't bear it anymore, he stretched out his hand to hold Yan Shuang's arm firmly.

Yan Shuang's skin was slightly cool and incredibly slippery, almost melting in Ji Yao's hot palm, and Ji Yao pushed him away forcefully.

Yan Shuang fell to the ground with a muffled grunt.

The white cloth flew out from the shallow pocket of the jeans and landed at Ji Yao's feet.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Ji Yao stared fixedly at the ball of white cloth, and then slowly shifted his gaze to Yan Shuang's face.

Yan Shuang was completely stunned. He cried so much that his glasses on the bridge of his nose were skewed. The black frame was like a dividing line, revealing half of his clear eyes.

He looked weak, pitiful, and simple.

But the truth is, he got out of a man's car early in the morning.

Not even wearing underwear.

Ji Yao can't tell what his mood and feelings are now.

There seems to be a volcano hidden in the chest and it seems to be experiencing a tsunami.

He only knew that he should leave now, otherwise, he might do something that he couldn't even bear.

Ji Yao left, his figure resolutely walked into the forest, as if he would never come back.

The audience runs away.

Yan Shuang immediately stopped the performance, her eyes opened and closed freely like a faucet and stopped crying.

Really.

How beautiful he is when he cries.

I even twisted my glasses a little bit.

Don't look at it for a while.

The virgin can't help being so funny, a pair of underwear can scare the soul out of him.

Yan Shuang pouted boredly, stood up, picked up the underwear and put them in his pocket, and sent a message to Wei Yichen, "Brother Wei, can you put two condoms in your boss's suit pocket, he's in heat anytime, anywhere, it's really troublesome .”

"You seem to be distracted a lot recently."

Qin Yubai glanced at the housekeeper who was holding his mobile phone again, his tone implied warning and displeasure.

Wei Yichen raised his head, "Boss Qin, go this way, I called Amy to come down, and I will take care of the wound on your face before going up to the meeting."

Qin Yubai withdrew his gaze, and brushed his cheek with the back of his hand, the pain was still burning.

That stubborn, unyielding face came to mind.

Qin Yubai: "Tell the warehouseman to keep a close eye on Yan Guofu, and not allow him to leave half a step."

"Ok."

Amy, one of the secretaries, came down and brought a medicine box and powder according to Wei Yichen's instructions.

Qin Yubai sat on the sofa with a gloomy face, and Amy didn't even dare to look at him more.

The boss is handsome, and he is too handsome. None of the secretaries, male or female, have any extra thoughts. Their boss is simply the incarnation of Grandet. A ruthless capitalist.

The money attribute has overshadowed his handsome skin, which is daunting.

Today, a slap mark suddenly appeared on this stern face, as well as several scratch marks, even on the neck, it looked as if he had been injured by a disobedient bed partner.

"All right--"

Qin Yubai pushed away the female secretary's hand, preventing her from powdering his neck.

Amy packed her things without saying a word, glanced at Wei Yichen, and after getting affirmative glances, she breathed a sigh of relief and backed out.

"President Qin, the meeting will start in 10 minutes."

Wei Yichen said respectfully.

Qin Yubai sat without saying a word, with the sweet fragrance of cosmetics lingering on the tip of his nose, he said gloomily, "Am I too out of control today?"

Wei Yichen said objectively, "Yes."

The living room was so quiet that there was only the sound of breathing.

"Is he worthy?"

Qin Yubai asked and answered himself, resoundingly, "He is not worthy."

But he couldn't control himself.

Either in bed.

Still under the bed.

Almost every time he met Yan Shuang, he would be easily ignited.

He admits that he is not a good-tempered person, but there are really not many people like Yan Shuang who can really irritate him.

Qin Yubai supported his forehead, "Should I keep him cold for two days?"

"If so, I think Mr. Yan should be very happy."

Qin Yubai's face twisted for a moment, and he shot Wei Yichen sharply, "You always like to tell the truth."

"Loyalty is hard to hear."

"It's not against the ears," Qin Yubai withdrew his gaze, "it's the truth."

"I don't want to make him happy," Qin Yubai said lightly, "I want him to cry and make him kneel and beg for mercy."

"Sir," Wei Yichen changed his title, which meant that he had transferred his role to a more private housekeeper, "Why?"

Qin Yubai fell into a trance for a short time.

why?

He didn't think about it.

He didn't want to treat him well, because it was just a substitute, a fake, and he had to clearly distinguish Yan Shuang from Qin Qing.

There must be no confusion at all.

Yan Shuang only needs to play that obedient character well, he should not have his own personality, his own thoughts, his own feelings, he should be like a ball of mud, whatever Qin Yubai can make, he should be what he is.

But he is not a lump of mud.

He is a thorn in the side.

The harder you grab it, the more bloody it will be.

"Boss Qin, it's time for the meeting."

The time to think about life is over, and Qin Yubai will devote himself to endless work again. He said to Wei Yichen, "Send someone to clean up the car."

Wei Yichen lowered his face, a faint light flashed in his eyes, "Okay."

Yan Shuang went back to the dormitory to deal with it briefly, changed her clothes, and hurried to the literature class.

This time, Yan Shuang didn't pretend to take up a seat for Ji Yao, and when someone came to sit next to him, he just gave it up.

Ji Yao was really stimulated today, and it is probably impossible for him to appear.

This class is mainly to publish homework, so a group of people sit together.

There are four boys next to Yan Shuang, they are all in a group, only Yan Shuang is alone, and lonely.

Since forming a team with Ji Yao, Yan Shuang has prepared plan B.

If Ji Yao doesn't show up, he will throw all the blame on Ji Yao alone.

If you want to deduct it, you can deduct Ji Yao's points.

Ji Yao has long been notorious in the school, and I believe the teacher will not blame him, and maybe he will pity him for teaming up with Ji Yao, a genius genius, and give him more sympathy points.

After thinking about the plan, Yan Shuang still sent Ji Yao a text message.

"Ji Yao, can you come to class? We are in a group and we are going to publish homework together. This is really important to me. Please, you promised me."

Until the class officially started and the professor announced the assignment, Ji Yao never responded.

One by one the groups came to the stage and started their passionate speeches.

The professor was so happy from ear to ear, he applauded frequently as if watching a play below, and then circled the mark on the roster.

The groups came to the stage one by one. I don't know whether it was a coincidence or deliberate, but it was never Yan Shuang's turn.

In the end, the tip of the professor's nose slid twice on the roster, and said curiously, "Ji Yao is left...Yan Shuang? Who is Yan Shuang?"

There was no sound in the whole classroom.

Who is Yan Shuang?

No one really knew before.

But now the name has gained some popularity.

——The person who shared a room with Ji Yao.

It's just that the face and the name don't match up a bit, he looks vague, and he has no memory point, so it's hard to remember what he looks like.

Yan Shuang, who was called to stand up, was neither tall nor short, with black and thick hair, pressing on him, covering almost half of his face, as if he had no facial features.

The students looked at Yan Shuang curiously.

Not too malicious, just curious.

In fact, most people think that Ji Yao and Yan Shuang should be different.

Even though there were photos, and even Ji Yao led people away in full view, everyone subconsciously felt that there was some misunderstanding.

The gap is too big.

For a person like Ji Yao, it's really hard to imagine that he would have anything to do with such an ordinary person.

"Teacher," Yan Shuang said warmly, "my team member is Ji Yao."

The professor was stunned for a moment and then smiled, "What about your team members?"

"He..." Yan Shuang lied, "He's not feeling well."

The professor also knew Ji Yao's bad character, and had no intention of embarrassing Yan Shuang, "Then you speak on behalf of your group, it's the same."

"Thank you, teacher."

Expected.

He is such an inconspicuous child with excellent grades, low-key and diligent. Although the professor has no impression of him, he can't feel bad about him. He waved his hand and signaled Yan Shuang to publish.

Yan Shuang stepped onto the stage.

Everyone is looking at him.

The ppt is at Ji Yao's place, so he can only speak dryly on stage.

Everyone was amazed that this unremarkable Yan Shuang didn't have any stage fright when he spoke, his voice was neither soft nor heavy, clean and comfortable, and he expressed his unique views and opinions in a eloquent manner.

Unknowingly, everyone gradually forgot to spy on the relationship between Yan Shuang and Ji Yao, but was immersed in Yan Shuang's speech.

When Yan Shuang finished speaking the last word, the professor took the lead in applauding.

Of course, he clapped at the end of each set.

The students in the audience naturally applauded together.

Zhang Shuai in the same dormitory was crazy, and even whistled, which caused a burst of laughter.

Group work, published alone, without any assistance, it is really admirable to be able to speak so fluently and naturally without being boring.

"That's really good, isn't it Yan Shuang?" The professor wrote an "A" and continued to praise: "The insight is very unique, I like it very much."

"Thank you, teacher."

Yan Shuang bent down to express his thanks, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, revealing a faint smile.

In fact, Yan Shuang's study is quite good.

He is poor, difficult, and no one loves him, but it does not affect his hard work, improvement, and desire to live a better life.

He is talented, hardworking enough, there is no reason not to be outstanding.

Now, he will continue to be good and better.

Then get the highest scholarship at the end of the semester! yeah!

The bright smile on the podium appeared on Wei Yichen's mobile phone in real time.

Interestingly, the last message on his phone was this good student urging him to buy a set.

A gentle and good student.

Slutty bitch.

Wei Yichen looked at the different sides of Yan Shuang, and kept thinking which one was the real Yan Shuang.

At this moment, he suddenly figured it out.

Each... is the real Yan Shuang.