I Can't Be This Protagonist

"When it comes to ancient Greek literature, the same-sex complex must be unavoidable, and many European writers are also deeply influenced by it."

"Students," the professor adjusted his glasses, "do you think this is an interesting topic?"

The students present all laughed.

"For example, the famous Socrates, whose student Alcibiades fell deeply in love with the elder teacher..."

There was another burst of laughter from the audience.

The professor hurriedly said, "I'm already married, and I love your teacher and wife very much. Don't get me wrong, male students."

After a class, there was almost no laughter.

The professor is knowledgeable, citing classics, and the class is humorous and not rigid. Yan Shuang listens very carefully and takes full notes. When he is listening to the class, he is completely absorbed in the joy of learning. hapiness.

"The after-school homework has been sent to the public mailbox. I remind everyone that this homework is a group homework. Form a team by yourself. The theme is very interesting. I look forward to your performance."

The professor's expression connotation made a fool of himself, he laughed and packed up his things and left.

"Let's go, canteen canteen."

"Which cafeteria should I go to? East cafeteria or west cafeteria..."

"Go to the East Canteen and eat dumplings."

The students went to the cafeteria or off-campus to eat in small groups, and Yan Shuang was the only one silently packing up the paper and pen beside the abrupt empty seat.

This is the advantage of transparent people, even if there is a big ugliness, it will be over with a smile, and they will not really care about what happened behind the scenes.

The low temperature brushed past him, and Yan Shuang quickly chased after him.

The crowd poured out from the teaching building, there were too many people, the stairs were crowded and noisy, but Ji Yao seemed to be surrounded by a barrier, and few people approached.

From this teaching building, there are three roads, one to the cafeteria, one to the school gate, and one to the dormitory.

Ji Yao chose the one with the fewest people.

He really went to the class empty-handed, and didn't even listen to a class, and occasionally glanced at the back...

Ji Yao stopped in his tracks, without turning his head, he said, "Why are you following me?"

"I, I'm going back to the dormitory too, I want to get a change of clothes..."

The slender figure walked towards the remote path on the other side without hesitation.

Yan Shuang narrowed his eyes.

Is that what you think?

Is it dirty and cleanliness, or is it because you are afraid that you will become addicted if you get your hands dirty?

He remembered very clearly that the number of indescribable plots Ji Yao had for Yan Shuang was second only to Qi Feiyun, a human extreme sports enthusiast.

The boy is boring.

According to the original character design of the plot, Yan Shuang, who was being hit one after another at this time, would definitely stand there and weep.

Anyway, Ji Yao will not look back, whoever he loves, the master is gone.

There was no one in the dormitory, which saved Yan Shuang the trouble of explaining to others. He packed a change of clothes from the cabinet and stuffed them into his schoolbag, and Yan Shuang had to go to lunch.

Hey, if only someone gave him a free lunch now.

"Om-"

There was movement on the phone.

Yan Shuang took it out to have a look.

Someone sent him a message, just two words - "back door."

Under the sycamore tree at the back door of the school, familiar luxury cars, familiar men, familiar opportunities for prostitution.

"Get in the car." Wei Yichen opened the rear door.

Yan Shuang bypassed him directly, walked straight to the side of the co-pilot, opened the door and put on the seat belt. In one go, he rushed to Wei Yichen who was still outside the car and waved, "Master, drive."

"Mr. Wei, Assistant Wei, can we discuss something?"

As soon as Wei Yichen got into the car, Yan Shuang turned his face away, his tone pretentious.

Wei Yichen ignored him, and Yan Shuang said softly, "Brother Wei..."

"No."

Yan Shuang said to himself: "Next time you come to pick me up, you should be 10 minutes earlier, no, just 5 minutes, just let me know."

"What?" Wei Yichen glanced at Yan Shuang mockingly from the corner of his eye, "Do you want to save time for makeup, Mr. Yan?"

He emphasized the word "Sir", and the meaning of humiliation is self-evident.

"No," Yan Shuang said innocently, "I'll save time to wash my ass."

The palms holding the steering wheel tightened, Wei Yichen's face turned cold, and he stopped talking.

"Where are you going? This is not the way to the hotel." Yan Shuang lay on the car window and looked out, wondering if Wei Yichen was going to send him to the Qin residence, the plot was going so fast?Didn't he save hundreds of food expenses?

Wei Yichen drove the car into the tree-lined path without saying a word, and stopped all the way to a secluded manor.

Yan Bibian got out of the car and said, "I still have class in the afternoon, I can't skip class anymore."

It took at least 15 minutes on the road. Calculating the time, he would have to go back after staying here for an hour at most.

Wei Yichen ignored him, "Mr. Yan, this way please."

Yan Shuang followed behind him with his schoolbag, dissatisfied: "Is Qin Yubai a dog? Didn't he just work all night last night? It's only noon."

Wei Yichen's temples twitched, and he said coldly, "Boss Qin asked you to accompany him for dinner."

"what?"

The original book doesn't have this plot.

It seems that the power of the butterfly effect has already taken shape in this book.

Very good, speed up, all speed up!

The more plots like this that can both prostitute for free and create emotional lines, the better!

Yan Shuang's "Huh?" seemed to be saying "Why do you call him if you don't go to bed".

Wei Yichen seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. He stopped, turned his head and said to Yan Shuang, "Mr. Yan, please respect yourself."

Yan Shuang opened his mouth, "What did you say? Make me respect myself?"

"Yes, it is daytime, as you said."

Yan Shuang smiled, and he took a step forward, pointing his fingers at Wei Yichen's black tie, his gaze shot straight into Wei Yichen's eyes through the lens, "You can do bad things during the day..."

Wei Yichen's lips moved, and before he could speak, Yan Shuang let go of his hand, his expression calmed down, "Especially for beasts." He brushed Wei Yichen's shoulder heavily, knocking Wei Yichen's straight suit a little Wrinkled, looked back at Wei Yichen and raised a sweet smile, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about your boss, I'm talking... about myself."

This is a winery.

Qin Yubai's personal.

After entertaining the guests, Qin Yubai suddenly felt very tired. He wanted to hear Qin Qing's voice, or have lunch with Qin Qing, and when he called home, the servant said that Qin Qing had already gone to bed after eating.

"Let him sleep, don't wake him up." Qin Yubai exhorted gently, hung up the phone, and sent Wei Yichen to pick him up as a substitute for comfort.

But now, this substitute was picking up a whole piece of steak with a silver fork in his right hand, gnawing on it like a starved ghost reincarnated.

Holding the knife and fork, Qin Yubai said coldly, "Are you a wild dog?"

Yan Shuang ate meat, he didn't even eat breakfast, he was starving to death.

Since Qin Yubai invited him to lunch, he stopped arguing with him.

"Wei Yichen," Qin Yubai instructed the butler assistant who was standing with his hands down, "find a time to teach this wild dog how to eat Western food."

Wei Yichen, who had seen Yan Shuang's perfect dining etiquette before, bowed his head and responded respectfully.

"Okay," Yan Shuang drank a steak in one go, and finished all the side dishes on the plate, feeling quite full, "I'm done eating, you take it easy."

Yan Shuang stood up.

"sit down--"

Qin Yubai said coldly.

"You forgot your identity again?"

The hand on the table slowly loosened, Yan Shuang sat down, looked at Qin Yubai provocatively, "President Qin, you don't have to keep reminding me of my identity, if it wasn't for that contract, I wouldn't want to see you at all .”

"Really?" Qin Yubai drank his red wine and sneered, "Who was pestering me last night? Did the sheets get wet?"

Yan Shuang's face turned red instantly, and he slapped the table angrily, "Mr. Qin! It's daytime now!"

Wei Yichen: "..."

"Daytime?" Qin Yubai shook his red wine glass, his smile disappeared, and he said coldly, "Come here."

Yan Shuang: No, you have to go to class, you bastard!

"A disobedient servant will pay the price."

Qin Yubai leaned back slightly, and said to Wei Yichen, "Call and ask Yan Guofu to go to the cold storage to cool off."

Yan Shuang didn't move.

"I heard that people will be paralyzed in the lower limbs if they stay in the cold storage for more than eight hours..."

Yan Shuang stood up.

Da Baa.

Yan Guofu is his strong labor force!How can it be paralyzed!

Qin Yubai smiled lightly.

No matter how much Yan Shuang pretends, he can't hide his concern for the only relative, even if it's not his biological father.

Yan Shuang walked to Qin Yubai's side.

Qin Yubai: "Squat down."

Yan Shuang followed his advice.

Qin Yubai: "..."

"I told you to squat down, not to squat down like a gangster on the street." Qin Yubai squeezed Yan Shuang's chin, "Or do you want Yan Guofu to go to jail?"

Yan Shuang had no choice but to change to a squatting posture that looked better.

Zha Gong is still so particular, really.

Qin Yubai's eyes fell, and only then did he notice that Yan Shuang was wearing a shirt with a very high collar, which looked too loose and didn't fit well.

Judging from his vicious eyes, this shirt is not the kind that is sold cheaply in street shops, but it looks like it was custom-made.

Qin Yubai let go of the hand holding Yan Shuang's chin, and suddenly pulled Yan Shuang into his arms.

"Let me go—" Yan Shuang struggled, "I want to go back to class."

Qin Yubai clasped his waist with one hand, reached into the high-buttoned collar with the other hand, and suddenly turned the collar outward.

A piece of silk is sewn on the inner side of the collar, and a flowery English letter - Y is embroidered on the silk.

"Cough cough..." Yan Shuang was restrained by Qin Yubai, but the pain was blocked, and he could only feel the rapid heat from his face to his neck, "Let... let go..."

The young man's snow-white face was stained with blood from difficulty breathing, Wei Yichen's eyes moved slightly, and he reminded softly, "Boss Qin."

The person in his arms was struggling weakly, and the flowery "Y" was swaying in front of his eyes, like a face mocking him, Qin Yubai glanced at Wei Yichen sternly, and finally loosened his grip, and pulled Yan Shuang toss aside.

Yan Shuang fell to the ground and coughed.

I thought to myself that this is a brace today.

Lost again.

"Clothes, whose?"

Qin Yubai said lightly.

Yan Shuang's cough gradually weakened, he covered his neck, lowered his head and said nothing.

"You are really..." Qin Yubai raised the red wine glass by the table, bent over, "You are very disobedient."

Such an expensive shirt that obviously belonged to a man, worn on his little servant, really made him... furious.

The cool wine was slowly poured onto the snow-white shirt.

Yan Shuang remained motionless, black hair covered the upper half of his face, and also covered most of his expression, Qin Yubai could only see the stubbornly pursed lips, Yan Shuang seemed determined not to speak, thinking To withhold the name of the owner of this shirt.

The bright red wine on the clothes slowly spread silently.

The melodious music sounded in the quiet room, breaking the stalemate in the room.

Qin Yubai's eyes fell on Yan Shuang's torn canvas bag, and he raised his chin at Wei Yichen.

Wei Yichen understood, opened his schoolbag, and was stunned when he saw the change of clothes inside, then pretended he didn't see it, and took out the phone on top.

"Give me back—"

Yan Shuang, who had been quiet all this time, suddenly became violent and went to snatch the phone from Wei Yichen's hand.

Qin Yubai got up suddenly, controlled Yan Shuang in his arms with one hand, and took the phone from Wei Yichen.

It is an unsaved number.

Qin Yubai's arms were sideways, trapping Yan Shuang like a chain, and his lips leaned against Yan Shuang's thin ears, steaming hotly, "Who?"

Yan Shuang was just silent.

Laughing to death, he doesn't know the number that is not saved.

Qin Yubai slid the answer button with a cold face, and then turned on the speakerphone.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for two seconds, and Qin Yubai's unexpected but very familiar voice came from the loudspeaker.

Cold, with the pride that seems to be born with it.

"where?"

"Why don't you go back to the hotel?"