I Can't Be This Protagonist

When Yan Shuang mentioned his lifelong good friend, Cui Zheng was simply shocked.

And when Ji Yao was silent for a long time and said "yes", Cui Zheng couldn't help roaring in his heart: Ji Yao, do you know what "friend" in the Xinhua dictionary means? You just agreed? !

Yan Shuang was not surprised by Ji Yao's answer.

This was originally the plot where Ji Yao and Yan Shuang would leave.

The only difference is that in the original plot, when Ji Yao asked Yan Shuang to donate a kidney for Qin Qing, Yan Shuang forced Ji Yao to ask what kind of relationship they were.

In the case where the two have rolled the sheets for an unknown number of times.

Ji Yao replied - "Friend."

It is reasonable to move the plot ahead of time and use it.

And he kindly extended the deadline to a lifetime.

Ji Yao could have the title of "good friend" until he left this world, and he felt honored for Ji Yao when he thought about it.

"Thank you, Ji Yao," Yan Shuang's voice choked slightly, he opened his arms, "Can you give me a hug, as a friend."

The balcony was dimly lit, and the face was full of cautious anticipation. Although he had been pretending to be free and easy, the red eyes still revealed how difficult he had passed before he came.

Must have been crying for a long time.

Ji Yao knew the truth, but he couldn't tell.

Because by doing that, another innocent person might be hurt.

Between the two, there was no trade-off in his heart at all. Compared with the person who was engraved in his heart when he was young, Yan Shuang's weight was...too light.

He could only satisfy Yan Shuang's harmless request.

The handsome young man opened his arms hesitantly.

The night breeze is cool, and the faint citrus aroma is blown around.

Hugs are strange and stiff.

The soft cheek was pressed against his chest, which was the temperature of another person, and his heart accelerated slightly uncontrollably.

Such a hug has nothing to do with any feelings, it can only be regarded as... a compensation.

"Ji Yao."

"do you know?"

"You are my only friend."

Buried in Ji Yao's arms, Yan Shuang murmured, his words were full of trust and attachment.

"Since I was a child, you are the first person who is willing to care about me besides my mother."

"Every time you get angry with me, you actually care about me, for my own good, right?"

He raised his face in Ji Yao's arms, his red eyes glowed with urgency, he had just lost his love, and urgently needed to find another kind of emotional comfort.

How could his only friend disappoint him?

"Ah."

The voice was low and sounded particularly reassuring, and the picturesque eyebrows and eyes faded a bit of beauty, and showed stability after restraining their sharpness.

The four eyes met, and the two saw the change in the other from each other's eyes.

The eyes are intertwined, and the feelings are inexplicable.

Both of them seemed to feel that the staring at the moment was inappropriate, but neither of them looked away first, as if whoever moved first was guilty.

An open-minded friend with a simple hug, why not dare to look at each other?

"Ji Yao..."

Yan Shuang met Ji Yao's deep gaze and opened his mouth first, he held Ji Yao's arm, and the thin shirt leaked the body temperature back to his fingertips, he said softly: "Tonight, can we sleep together? "

"puff--"

Cui Zheng met the gazes of the two people looking at him, covered his mouth and waved his hands vigorously, the half of his face that was exposed was distorted almost out of shape, and he said vaguely while stepping back: "I didn't hear anything..."

He admitted that he had been sloppy.

Where is this little green tea?

This is a piranha, right? !

As soon as the upper and lower lips move, they rush to eat people!

Under Ji Yao's gaze, Cui Zheng retreated from the living room, turned to the corridor, and signaled that he would not eavesdrop again.

When Ji Yao looked at Yan Shuang again, Yan Shuang's face was already blushing, "Don't get me wrong, I mean like in the dormitory...just sleep in one room, I have a lot to say to you, these two days Too many things happened today... After you go back, your family didn't make things difficult for you..."

"Did you have meal?"

Ji Yao interrupted, obviously he didn't want to talk more about his family affairs.

Yan Shuang looked at Ji Yao's expression indifferently, thinking that Ji Wensong must have dealt with Ji Yao severely.

According to Ji Wensong's temper, he must have ripped off all of Ji Yao's pride and stepped on the soles of his feet.

Otherwise, why did Ji Yao look so gloomy and depressed when he came over?

Your son lives in his own world, and his world is unbreakable, and he needs someone to help him break it, so that he can build his own will into it while helping him rebuild the world.

He helped Ji Wensong get the ruthless son he was looking forward to.

Only get paid the same.

"No," Yan Shuang shook his head, "What about you?"

Ji Yao just said casually to avoid Yan Shuang's questioning, but after Yan Shuang asked back, he didn't want to talk anymore.

In the past two days at home, he hardly ate anything.

Ji Yao suddenly remembered something, and said, "Why did you come here?"

Yan Shuang explained in a few words, half-truth and half-truth.

It was Cui Zheng who took the initiative to contact him before, but he ignored it. This time when he came out of Qin's house, he happened to meet Cui Zheng, and Cui Zheng brought him back.

Ji Yao didn't think much, just said: "Next time, don't just get in a stranger's car."

Yan Shuang nodded lightly, and explained: "I knew he knew you, so I got into his car."

Ji Yao thought that not all the people who knew him were good people.

Like his father...

"Have you two finished talking?"

Cui Zheng emerged from the corridor, his expression has returned to a playful look, "I'm hungry, I ordered a takeaway, can we eat together?"

There was nothing to eat around at night, so Cui Zheng ordered a pizza to satisfy his hunger. He could eat all he could eat today, and the pizza was tasteless. Finally, he wiped his hands and said, "I've already packed the guest room, you You two can sleep there tonight."

Yan Shuang lowered his head, with a slightly coy expression, "Is there still a quilt? I can make a bed on the floor."

Cui Zheng glanced at Ji Yao and said, "Yes, it's in the cabinet."

"Thank you."

Ji Yao has been silent all the time, without expressing any opinions.

Cui Zheng could see that Ji Yao had acquiesced.

He is a bystander, and he knows Ji Yao quite well.

The brain is an undoubted genius, but his behavior is a little weird.

He seems to have formed a system of his own.

Step by step, he puts everyone he meets in his life in the corresponding position.

Rigid and inflexible.

I don't know what position Yan Shuang currently holds in his heart.

Should not be low.

The space of the guest bedroom is not small, because no one has lived in it for a long time, and there is no furniture in it, so it looks very empty.

Yan Shuang found a quilt from the cabinet, spread it beside the big bed, found another thin quilt to cover it, and distributed a pillow from the big bed to the floor.

He carefully made a small bed, sat on the quilt, raised his head and smiled slightly at Ji Yao who was standing, "It seems that we are sleeping in one room for the first time."

Ji Yao looked down at him, and said after a while: "Get up."

Yan Shuang didn't know why, but stood up obediently.

Afterwards, Ji Yao sat where Yan Shuang was sitting just now, raised his head and straightened his clothes and lay down.

"Ji Yao..." Yan Shuang's expression suddenly showed a trace of panic, "I slept in that, you sleep in the bed."

"I don't like sleeping on the top bunk."

Yan Shuang almost laughed.

Ji Yao always said something serious that made people want to laugh.

Maybe he was too serious.

Occasionally a joke sounds particularly playful.

Yan Shuang squatted down, he leaned on the high bed, and gazed softly at Ji Yao's face.

Ji Yao let him watch for a while, then suddenly stretched out his arm, and when the slender arm touched the wall, the whole room was plunged into darkness.

The night is the best way to hide a person, and it is also the best way to release a person.

Because they couldn't see each other, they seemed to be getting closer.

Yan Shuang said he had a lot to say, but now he didn't say anything.

He just sat, and his eyes no longer fell on Ji Yao.

The two of them entered the empty state at the same time.

Ever since he was a child, Ji Yao has always been alone.

He is used to being alone, and it is difficult to judge whether he likes it or not.

It is a new and strange experience to have someone clearly by your side like now.

He is so quiet.

Ji Yao thought to himself.

The room was filled with the sound of another person's breathing, with a different rhythm, and no one tried to converge on it.

This quietness can almost be regarded as a kind of enjoyment.

At this moment, Ji Yao's exhausted body and mind finally took a breather.

After a long time, a soft voice sounded in the empty room.

"I will never cry again."

There was firm determination in the tone.

After a brief silence, Ji Yao replied lightly: "It's okay to cry."

It is this kind of tenderness without hypocrisy from the heart that can move people's hearts the most.

He only has the arrogance of a noble son, but not the arrogance of excess self.

He's in a league of his own, he's just himself.

"Ji Yao, I have a gift for you."

His arm was suddenly pulled up, and a small box gently landed in his palm.

"I made it myself."

"Actually, on the day of the holiday... I wanted to give it to you in the last class, but...we were still arguing at that time..."

Yan Shuang's tone was shy.

"In the future, let's never quarrel again, okay?"

The box is very light.

There is a high probability that the things inside are not expensive items, but they may be the most precious items he can take out.

Ji Yao lightly gripped the box.

"it is good."

Loud.

Yan Shuang smiled, sat up and climbed onto the bed, lying on the bed, and said softly, "Good night."

"good friend."

The next morning, as soon as Cui Zheng woke up, he went to wait and see what happened to the two of them, and found that Ji Yao still looked like an innocent little virgin. Down?"

Yan Shuang said indifferently: "It is possible, but it is not necessary."

Cui Zheng: "..."

"I worked so hard to get you here..." Cui Zheng complained in a low voice.

"Really?" Yan Shuang glanced at him with a half-smile, "Did you really bring him here?"

Cui Zheng was stunned.

"I'm ready."

Ji Yao came out of the bathroom.

Yan Shuang immediately changed into Xiaobaihua's face, "Then let's go back to school quickly, Cui Zheng, can you give us a ride?"

"Ah, okay..."

Cui Zheng said humbly, after entering the elevator with the two of them with the car keys, he was still thinking about what Yan Shuang said just now and the look on his face.

There was a commotion in my mind, and Ji Wensong's expression suddenly appeared when he answered the call from someone who didn't know, it seemed to be the same, like a joke.

"Ding--"

The sound of the elevator opening interrupted Cui Zheng's thoughts. He suddenly came back to his senses. Before he had time to think about how he had such absurd associations, when he saw the person entering the elevator, his head went down again. He subconsciously said: " Doctor Qi!"

The voice was too high, causing Ji Yao to give him a faint glance.

The gray pupils collided with the young man's eyes, and then moved away. Qi Feiyun entered the elevator and stood at the vacant place in the elevator.

Cui Zheng involuntarily peeked at Yan Shuang from the corner of his eye.

Yan Shuang was lowering his head, standing between Ji Yao and Qi Feiyun.

Cui Zheng: "..." Fuck, why is he getting excited?

The upper floors on the elevator screen display gradually descend.

The doctor's hand that was hanging on the side was suddenly touched lightly, and he lowered his eyes. It turned out that the sleeve of the overlong coat on the boy's body touched him.

"Excuse me."

The boy apologized softly, drawing the attention of another boy beside him.

"what happened?"

"Accidentally touched the sleeve."

The short conversation shows the intimacy of the two.

Gray eyes stared at the elevator screen without squinting, his face sinking like water.

"Ding--"

The elevator door opened.

The four people in the elevator came out one after another, the doctor was the closest to the button, and he stayed at the end, pressing the door open button with dignity.

The boy brushes past him.

The hand that was holding the briefcase was touched again, and the tender fingertips passed over the tight veins on the back of the hand. The touch was smooth and delicate, superficial, but thrilling.

The boy turned his eyes slightly, and bumped into the doctor's smoky pupils.

He raised his shoulders, and the large coat on his body slipped slightly, revealing a slender neck.

The hickey is faint.

The cold-tempered boy beside him seemed to have noticed, and stretched out his hand to wrap up his coat naturally.

The boy grabbed the arms of the people around him with both hands, raised his head and smiled, and relied infinitely.

Not far away, Yan Shuang's phone vibrated slightly.

He took out his mobile phone, saw the prompt in the upper right corner of the mailbox, and paused.

Ji Yao was pulled by him and followed for a while, his eyes fixed on the past.

Yan Shuang raised his mobile phone, "The teacher reminds me to do my homework."

"Group assignment?"

"Ah."

Smiling, Yan Shuang took the initiative to sit in the back seat of the car in the narrow space, turned on the phone, and clicked on the red reminder on the mailbox.

Sender - Qi Feiyun.

"the first time."

Yan Shuang replied: "What do you mean, Mr. Qi, do you want to say that it was actually your first time yesterday? Do you want me to take responsibility? You said it earlier, I am willing, I like you the most, Mr. Qi."

There was a reply after a while.

"the second time."

Yan Shuang understood.

There are only three things, this is Qi Feiyun's hint to him.

If you provoke him again, he will probably make a move.

Yan Shuang wondered whether Qi Feiyun wanted him to stop here, or continue to provoke?

The doctor sat at the desk, holding the mobile phone in his hand, and the mailbox that had been reinstalled on the desktop kept beating reminders of incoming mail.

Thumbs slid one by one.

That name did not appear again.

He was very clever, and he guessed what he meant.

As he expected, he got it and immediately put it behind him.

The gray eyes were dimmed inexplicably under the reflection of the light from the phone screen.

What a bad boy.

Under discipline.