I Can't Be This Protagonist

"Student, is there anyone here?"

"No, sit down."

Yan Shuang got up and asked people to go in and sit down, flipped through the professional book, and there were a lot of notes on it. The people around him glanced at it and sighed: "Wow, you remember everything."

"It's not just memorized in class. It's too late in class. After class, I read the shared materials to supplement."

"Excellent, won't it look messy after writing so much?"

Just when Yan Shuang was exchanging learning experience with the students around him in full swing, he was keenly aware of a strange aura, and when he looked up, he saw Ji Yao walking into the classroom.

Ji Yao was still the same, with a icy look, and even had a black bag on his shoulder. When he saw Yan Shuang, his gaze was just like a swallow skimming the water.

Yan Shuang's eyes widened slightly, following Ji Yao, watching Ji Yao walk all the way to the classroom and finally sit down.

"Why is he here? He hasn't been here once in this class?" The students around him asked curiously.

Yan Shuang turned his face back and said lightly, "I don't know."

Of course it was for him, Yan Shuang tapped her little thumb on her lips, a faint smile appeared.

At the end of a big class, Yan Shuang deliberately tidyed up his books in his seat, pretending to turn his head to look back casually from time to time, hesitating and evasive.

Ji Yao sat at the back of the classroom by the window, with an open professional book spread out on his desk, and his white shirt was so sunny, it was like a template for the male lead in campus novels.

The cold eyes under the long eyelashes suddenly caught Yan Shuang's timid gaze.

Yan Shuang immediately turned his face away abruptly as if startled, and with a shake of his hands, the books already packed in the canvas bag fell down with a "crash".

The people around him were taken aback by the commotion, and Yan apologized hastily while picking up the books on both sides.

"Isn't it..."

Picked up the last book with one hand.

Yan Shuang looked up.

The surroundings are bustling with crowds, but no sound can come in, and the line of sight is completely occupied by that person. The visual contact between him and him seems to form a unique space, except for the sun and the wind, there is nothing else.

The book was handed to him, but Yan Shuang was stunned and did not pick it up. The corner of the book held in his chest slowly fell and hit the ground again. Yan Shuang stretched out his hand and snatched the book from Ji Yao's hand as if awakened. book, and went to pick up the book that fell on the ground again.

He was in a hurry and looked really embarrassed.

The books on his chest were quietly stacked up with three big hands and taken away together.

Yan Shuang's situation suddenly became easier. He paused, then slowly stood up, stuffed all the books into the bag first, avoided Ji Yao's gaze, stretched out his hand, and said softly, "Thank you."

The three books returned to his arms.

Yan Shuang turned around with her schoolbag in her arms and mixed into the crowd.

Ji Yao stood in front of the window, watching the thin figure disappear like water into the ocean.

"You said that your points will be deducted, but I don't think it will make any difference to you whether you deduct points or not. You are just messing around in our college anyway."

"Well, you promise me a condition, and I can also meet your request without deducting his points."

"In the future, as long as you stay in our college for one day, you will not be allowed to miss any class."

Holding the book in his hand, Ji Yao lowered his face and thought: They are settled.

"that……"

The low voice broke into his space again.

His eyes swept over, but he didn't know when Yan Shuang came back again, the tide-like crowd had gradually dispersed, he stood against the current at the end, a step away from Ji Yao, his expression was timid, his face flushed, and he summoned up his courage Said: "We... have class together, can we?"

"I know I promised not to appear in front of you in the future, but you came to class today, and I don't want to drop out. We are sitting in the same classroom, and we are still in the same dormitory. You pick up books for me..."

He spoke incoherently, his face became more and more red, and he spoke more and more urgently, and he couldn't catch his breath.

"can."

Ji Yao interrupted him, and easily gave him a clear answer to all his expectations.

"Let's go."

Those clean, white hands that had never suffered from human suffering reached into Yan Shuang's arms, holding the worn-out canvas bag he was holding on his chest.

Yan Shuang's hands were empty at once, and he reached for the strap of the canvas bag, "I can do it myself."

Ji Yao picked up the bag, turned it over and showed Yan Shuang a corner of the bottom of the bag.

The milky white cloth was severely worn, revealing the color of the book inside.

"broken."

Yan Shuang opened his lips, "...then I'll hold it."

"No need."

Ji Yao put down his bag on his shoulder, stuffed the worn-out canvas bag in, and put it back on his shoulder again, "Let's go."

Yan Shuang wanted to say something more, the top of his head was covered by Ji Yao's hand, and he turned towards the door, "I'm going to be late."

There are two big classes in the morning, although there is half an hour in between, but the teaching buildings are far apart, and most of the students have to run to grab seats.

Yan Shuang and Ji Yao were delayed in the classroom for a few minutes, and their faces were very anxious. He said cautiously, "I'll go and take a seat first, okay?"

"Ah."

Yan Shuang ran out two steps, then ran back immediately.

His hair was disheveled, and his face was full of worry, "You, will you come? My books... are all with you..."

Ji Yao tilted his head, his eyes glanced at the tall trees and the students rushing past on the campus, and he suddenly recalled his middle school days.

At that time, the Ji and Qin families were still neighbors.

He didn't want to go to school, so he jumped over the wall through the side door while the bodyguards were not paying attention, and happened to land in the garden of the Qin family.

That was the first time he saw Qin Qing, Qin Qing looked very embarrassed, sitting in the bushes, overwhelmed the roses, when he saw him, those beautiful eyes opened wide, looking at him Showed a bright smile.

"You take me away, okay?"

His hand was suddenly pulled, Yan Shuang saw Ji Yao's expression softened, "I'll take you."

Before Yan Shuang could react, they were dragged away by Ji Yao.

Maybe Ji Yao's real temper is not as cold as his appearance shows.

He will like underground racing, he will overturn his evaluation of a person without hesitation, and he will suddenly run around the campus holding Yan Shuang's hand like now.

There is a flame in his heart, which is easily hidden from people to see, and the occasional glimpse of a flame is enough to ignite the people passing by him.

He is careless.

He didn't care until he burned people to ashes.

"Stop—stop—" Yan Shuang grabbed Ji Yao's arm with his backhand and pulled him back, "That's, it's here."

Yan Shuang's physical strength is not bad either.

The abuser always suffers from lack of physical strength, and can't even get out of bed.

But still can't keep up with the slag attack.

He was panting from running, and his forehead was sweating, but Ji Yao still didn't sweat at all, his face was white and clean, and he was still the same person as the ice sculpture.

"Not yet," Ji Yao said in a slightly higher tone than usual, "You can't run anymore?"

Yan Shuang waved his hand, "I can run, here, just walk up."

He let go of Ji Yao's arm, "Give me the book."

Ji Yao didn't move.

Yan Shuang lowered his head again, his voice was like a mosquito, "It's not good to be seen by them."

Ji Yao still didn't move, he turned around and went up the stairs with his bag on one shoulder.

Yan Shuang hurriedly followed, reaching for the backpack on Ji Yao's shoulder, but Ji Yao dodged again, and Ji Yao stood on a step above, "You go up first."

"My book..." Yan Shuang stretched out his hand, spreading his hands, begging pitifully.

"No."

Yan Shuang was choked by Ji Yao's calm attitude, he withdrew his hand, and whispered: "Why are you playing a rascal..."

"say what?"

Yan Shuang raised his eyes and took a quick look, thinking that he pretended not to hear it, Xiao Ji had something.

"Go up," Ji Yao stepped aside from the stairs, "take a seat."

Yan Shuang walked past him slowly, still hesitating every step of the way.

Seeing him like this, Ji Yao took off the backpack on his shoulders, stretched out his arms, and the backpack immediately hung in the gap of the stairs.

"I'll let go on the count of three."

Before Ji Yao could start counting, Yan Shuang was already running up.

Ji Yao withdrew his arm.

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed on the stairs.

He suddenly felt a little envious of Yan Shuang.

Yan Shuang had something he wanted.

Although suffering followed him in life, he still refused to give up and persistently moved forward to where he wanted to go.

Ji Yao wobbled upstairs and realized that he had greatly changed his view of Yan Shuang.

Before, he hated Yan Shuang's cowardice, and because of his cowardice, he became dirty.

The block in the suburban parking lot completely changed Ji Yao's impression of Yan Shuang.

He is neither cowardly nor stupid, but fate has dragged him into a bottomless trap that he cannot break free from.

For the first time, the young master who does not eat fireworks in the world knows that many of the depravities in the world are beyond his control, and he cannot resist with his own strength. Even if he wants to help him, he has no way to do it.

The classroom was full of people, and Yan Shuang came late, occupying only two seats in the middle. He was sitting in the seat, and half of the person leaned to the side, as if to protect his victory, stretched out his hand small Move to Ji Yao once or twice in a wide range.

"Come on, come on."

Ji Yao walked over.

The scene that had appeared a few days ago reappeared.

The students in the classroom were awakened by the highly similar pictures.

"It's really Ji Yao!"

"Why is Ji Yao here?"

"Oh? It's the one who had the room with Ji Yao again...what's his name?"

"Didn't Ji Yao ignore him last time?"

"What is the relationship between them?"

The chattering voices in the classroom piled up and gathered into a big noise.

Yan Shuang's originally excited expression gradually became restless amidst the discussion. He quietly retracted his body leaning towards the seat beside him, and twisted his hands into a ball on the table.

Ji Yao walked to the row of seats with his bag on his back, and said to the students at the head of the row, "Please let me out."

"oh oh."

As his footsteps approached Yan Shuang little by little, the discussion became louder and louder.

The backpack fell heavily on Yan Shuang's knees.

Everything seems to be repeating itself.

The students in the last row had stood up with a smile, ready to let Ji Yao sit in.

The chair beside him was pulled away, Yan Shuang raised his face, and saw Ji Yao sitting still, with a handsome profile, the impact of that face was magnified several times in such a short distance.

"Look at what?"

Yan Shuang regained consciousness as if waking up from a dream, blushed from ears to face, and hurriedly took out his canvas bag from the backpack.

And at the moment when the canvas bag was taken out.

Tear.

The corner that had been worn down was torn.

Before Yan Shuang had time to react, the people around him had already grabbed the worn-out bag with quick eyesight and hands.

"Be careful."

Ji Yao fished out the broken bag and put it in front of Yan Shuang.

The bag was put away, but Yan Shuang didn't take the book, and his eyes were still fixed on Ji Yao.

Ji Yao couldn't remain indifferent to that kind of focused and eager gaze. He glanced over from the corner of his eye and saw a pair of black and white eyes, but the eye circles were red, and there was a little water in the eyeballs.

"Thank you."

Simple two words, but inside it is almost impossible to hide the affection.

Although he has never been in love, Ji Yao still understands the meaning of Yan Shuang's eyes now.

He lowered his eyes, refusing to receive such a signal that he could not respond.

But what he was facing was the person who dared to stop in front of his car, and the rest of the words still stubbornly entered his ears.

"Thank you very much...Ji Yao."

There was a faint choking sound.

He is so pitiful, so pitiful that Ji Yao really can't just ignore him like that.

Ji Yao didn't look at him, but reached out to help him find the books he needed for class from the worn-out canvas bag.

"Let's go to class."

Yan Shuang looked at the professional book in front of her with tears in her eyes, thinking that the class effect was really good.

The emotional line in the background has soared to 30%, he really couldn't hold back tears!

Thank you, Xiaoji.

Your relationship line is so good!