I Can't Be This Protagonist

Yan Shuang followed behind Ji Yao, clutching the collar with both hands, Ji Yao walked very fast, Yan Shuang trotted all the way in order to keep up with him, his neck was strangled by the collar that was too high and he couldn't breathe.

The panting sound of "huchihuchi" reached his ears, and Ji Yao kept walking until he walked to the east back gate of the campus.

"Where are you going?"

A timid voice of question came, it seemed that some distance had passed, Ji Yao stopped in his tracks.

Yan Shuang was not far behind him with his face blushing. He loosened his grip on the clothes and put his hands on his knees, coughing and panting continuously. Sweat fell from his hair into his neck. He was too exhausted. Obviously can't run.

Ji Yao glanced over the embarrassed Yan Shuang emotionlessly, "Follow me."

In fact, Yan Shuang is not tired at all, but in order to match Yan Shuang's current physical and psychological conditions, he is just pretending. After being fucked by a man all night, and suspected of being caught by his roommate, he is so fragile that he is physically and mentally exhausted. Now he is a poor man. What about the lamb.

The surroundings of the university campus are filled with all kinds of shops, convenience stores, self-service barbecue, KTV, and... cheap chain hotels.

"A room."

Ji Yao turned around, and said to Yan Shuang, who was full of vigilance and panic, "Identity card."

"I, I didn't bring it."

Yan Shuang stepped back quietly.

"stop."

A cold voice came, nailing the footsteps he was trying to leave to the ground.

The front desk took Ji Yao's ID card and opened a room for him, and handed the room card to Ji Yao, his eyes drifted past the shivering Yan Shuang as if nothing, and he lowered his head and snickered, "Now a college student oh .

"Follow."

Ji Yao ordered again.

Yan Shuang raised his face, his eyes behind the lenses were already red, he shook his head lightly, "No."

Ji Yao frowned as if seeing something dirty.

"What are you thinking?"

The cold tone was so cold that it was almost disgusting.

The slender figure turned and walked towards the elevator, and pressed the button, but he didn't look at it at all, knowing that Yan Shuang would still follow.

More cowardly than anyone he'd ever met.

Sure enough, when the elevator went down to the third floor, Yan Shuang had already come over step by step. He grabbed his collar again, as if guarding his only last line of defense.

A couple of students came out of the elevator, their hands were tightly clasped, the girl was dazzled by Ji Yao, her lips were slightly opened, and after being pulled away by her boyfriend, she still kept looking back.

"That's Ji Yao..."

"Slow down," the boy said helplessly, "Your voice is too loud."

The girl stuck out her tongue, hugged the boy's arm, and looked back gossipingly. A thin figure passed by her and squeezed in before the elevator closed.

"Who is it?" The girl stood on tiptoe and looked around.

"Don't look at it," the boy shook her arm, "It's private."

"Just curious."

How could this high-cold genius known by almost the whole school come to this hotel chain?

Yan Shuang leaned against a corner of the elevator, silent.

The elevator stopped on the seventh floor, Ji Yao stepped out of the elevator, this time he didn't even bother to talk, Yan Shuang followed like a shadow.

Swipe the card and open the room.

Ji Yao stood at the door but didn't go in. He looked back at Yan Shuang who was hiding aside, "Go in."

Yan Shuang raised his face, he seemed to be very afraid of Ji Yao, so he mustered up his courage and said, "What are you going to do?"

"You live here these few days." The voice was so cold and emotionless that people couldn't tell whether he had good intentions or malicious intentions. "Don't go back to the dormitory."

The "Yan Shuang" who was humiliated and deprived of everything, as long as he can escape the strange stares of others, he will certainly regard Ji Yao's proposal as a kind of kindness.

And Yan Shuang hid behind his shivering body, watching Ji Yao's disgust, impatience, and contempt with cold eyes.

Ji Yao, think he is dirty.

"Thank you, thank you," Yan Shuang thanked stammeringly, her footsteps still not moving, "It's...too expensive..."

"I will take charge."

Yan Shuang: I'm going to fuck you, what do you say, why can't you open a higher-end hotel?

Another comparison.

Gan.

Seeing that Yan Shuang was still dawdling and unwilling to move, Ji Yao had no choice but to turn around, and flied his arms towards Yan Shuang. Yan Shuang's eyes blurred, and Ji Yao had already pushed him into the room forcefully.

"It's clean, come back."

After leaving such a sentence, Ji Yao turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait—" Yan Shuang grabbed Ji Yao's arm anxiously.

The moment Yan Shuang's hand came up, Ji Yao flung his hand away as if fired.

"what--"

Yan Shuang pretended to fall to the ground.

Within a day, he was thrown to the ground by two scumbags.

There really is his.

The boy who fell in a panic had black hair scattered and covered the upper half of his face, while the lower half of his face was pale.

And... bruised lips.

"Are you okay?" Ji Yao frowned, he just asked, and didn't intend to help.

Yan Shuang lay on the ground, and spent three seconds thinking about whether it was illegal to steal money by touching porcelain now.

I don't know, let's try first.

"I... can't seem to stand up..."

The legs curled up hard, and the thin figure was like a piece of paper soaked in water. The boy who fell on the ground grabbed his collar, and when he raised his face, his face was full of tears, "Ji Yao, I can't stand up anymore. .”

The voice in the throat trembled and broke.

The boy seemed to have reached the limit of his patience, and burst into tears.

When he cried, he still restrained himself, only his shirt was gradually soaked with tears, and his entire face was silently wrinkled together, and a layer of white mist formed on the lens.

A door separates the two worlds.

Ji Yao stood outside the door, watching Yan Shuang crying uncontrollably, he felt as if he should do something, so he condescendingly touched the doorknob of the cheap hotel, and then——closed the door.

Yan Shuang inside the room: "..." This is so fucking heartless!

Is this something that can be done with 10% of the progress of the relationship line? !

Even if Qin Yubai's stingy beast is here, seeing him crying, at least you have to... er, give him a shot?

Yan Shuang immediately stopped crying, took off her foggy glasses, and wiped the lenses vigorously with Ji Yao's shirt corner, her pretty face was full of displeasure.

The sell-out tactic failed.

No, Ji Yao obviously likes this kind of thing.

Could it be that the strategy should be changed?It's unscientific, how could he make a mistake in his judgment of the situation?

"Are you finished crying?"

Ji Yao's voice came from outside the door.

Yan Shuang pricked up his ears, hey, he didn't leave.

He said that his judgment on Ji Yao was not wrong.

Ji Yao is a person who loves Qin Qing, loves Yan Shuang's house and Wu, no matter what, he can't bear to see Yan Shuang so miserable, it will make him have bad associations.

Qin Qing was an orphan, and was adopted by the Qin family to become the young master.

If Qin Qing hadn't been adopted by the Qin family, would he have lived in hardship and been displaced?

Yan Shuang is like another possibility of Qin Qing's life.

Ji Yao doesn't allow this kind of thing to happen, that's why he goes to pull Yan Shuang over and over again.

Yan Shuang wiped the lens slowly, and let out an uncontrollable cry from his throat.

He is really good at acting. He got full marks in acting in the bookstore entrance exam.

After pretending to cry for a while, after wiping the glasses clean, Yan Shuang breathed out on the glasses again before putting them back on.

The door was gently pulled open.

Standing at the door, Ji Yao glanced at Yan Shuang's glasses that were still foggy, "What did you want to say just now?" His tone softened a little.

"I, I want to ask you to bring me my schoolbag..." Yan Shuang raised his head and glanced at Ji Yao quickly, then lowered his head in surprise, "I'm sorry to trouble you..."

"I'll bring you the literature class," Ji Yao said patiently, "Is there anything else?"

Yan Shuang shook his head.

Ji Yao turned to leave, but stopped, and said to Yan Shuang, "It's no use crying, you can only stand up on your own."

Yan Shuang raised his eyebrows secretly, thinking that this is the conversation that should happen at 10% of the progress of the relationship line.

After Ji Yao walked for about ten minutes, Yan Shuang was sure that he should have left the hotel, and hurriedly stomped downstairs to the hotel reception.

The front desk saw him from a distance, and he was very impressed with Yan Shuang, because the guy who came to open the room with him was a very handsome boy, and his ID card was still on his side. His name was Ji Yao, and the address on the ID card was even more unacceptable. Yes, a well-known mansion in the city.

A tall, rich and handsome man brought an ordinary boy who was crying to open a room, and he came down in less than 10 minutes. The front desk thought that it should not be the case, and the relationship between the two was probably not that.

Yan Shuang walked to the front desk, and the front desk greeted him first, "Hi, do you need any help?"

Yan Shuang: "Hello, I want to ask about the room that the person opened for me just now, does it include breakfast?"

front desk:"……"

Front desk: "Han, you can go to the restaurant to eat before 9 am."

"Thank you."

Yan Shuang was satisfied and saved another meal.

There is an air conditioner, and there is breakfast, so happy.

The literature class was scheduled for the fourth quarter in the morning, and Yan Shuang borrowed a pen and paper from the front desk, and taught herself an online class in her room.

Yesterday, Qin Yubai called him away from class and was late. He studied for an hour before Qin Yubai came, and he didn't finish it. The teacher gave too much information.

There is still some time before the literature class, so he should be able to finish it as soon as possible, squeeze the time, and do the homework of posting on the forum.

In the original book, the teacher didn't say anything on the surface, but secretly turned around and deducted Yan Shuang's usual points.

This time, Yan Shuang believed that he should have gained a little favor from the teacher, but it was not enough.

An excellent homework can completely reverse the teacher's bad impression of him.

Yan Shuang managed the time very well and finished posting before the alarm clock he set for class went off.

Seeing the words "post successfully" popped up on the phone screen, Yan Shuang breathed a sigh of relief, stretched his waist, and went to class.

This literature class is European literature, and it is also a big class. Yan Shuang arrived in the classroom empty-handed, and still occupied the middle seat of the class, just beside the middle corridor.

"Is there anyone here?"

Someone came over to ask Yan Shuang where he was.

Yan Shuang hesitated, "There is someone."

The classroom was gradually filled with students who came to class. At least seven or eight people came to ask if there was anyone in the seat next to Yan Shuang, and Yan Shuang always said sorry to them.

The class is about to start, and Ji Yao hasn't shown up yet.

The huge auditorium is almost full of seats.

The professor came in with a briefcase, scanned the classroom, and immediately noticed the abnormality.

In the cramped classroom, a vacant seat suddenly appeared in the center, and the professor pointed his finger, "Who is it?"

There was silence in the classroom.

"Class will start soon," the professor turned on the computer and connected the projector, still joking, "Hurry up and call him back." He took it for granted that this vacant seat was occupied, and just walked away temporarily.

Those in the know had already started whispering and passing messages to each other, and all of them set their eyes on the thin, unbendable back.

"Then who, do you know?"

"I don't know, I have no impression."

"Look, he didn't bring any books. Could it be that other colleges came to us to take classes?"

"Sit in such a good seat during class?"

"People come first, don't they just take that?"

"One person occupies two, I don't think he is fat."

Laughter suddenly broke out in a small area.

The professor on the stage looked up and smiled, "What are you laughing at? Tell the teacher to laugh too."

The students in the audience covered their mouths and waved their hands, sniggering again and again.

The people next to Yan Shuang's seat were still concerned about him, "Hey, who are you helping to occupy a seat?"

Yan Shuang lowered her head and remained silent.

"Okay, everyone is quiet, today we are going to talk about European literature... Oh, Ji Yao is here," the professor knew this "big celebrity" and laughed when he saw that he was still carrying a schoolbag, "It's quite Do me a favor."

Ji Yao nodded to the professor, "Hello, teacher." His eyes swept into the classroom.

In the center of the classroom, a person raised his head and waved to him slightly, with a bright look on his face, his eyes behind the glasses narrowed to him, full of pure and undisguised expectations .

"Ji Yao, here."

Mouth silent.

Almost everyone including the professor watched Ji Yao slowly walk towards the empty seat.

Footsteps stopped beside him, Yan Shuang lowered his voice, "I thought you weren't coming..." There was a little joy in his tone.

The schoolbag landed flatly on Yan Shuang's knee from mid-air, and with a gentle slam, it caused Yan Shuang to stop what he was about to say.

The hands that helped him hold the schoolbag quickly withdrew and inserted them back into the pockets.

Ji Yao passed by him without saying a word - walked towards the back of the classroom.