I Can't Be This Protagonist

The smell of soy-flavored pancakes in the breakfast shop at the entrance of the old community was tantalizing. Yan Shuang subconsciously went to pick out his pockets, but when he expected nothing, his fingers encountered the familiar hard touch.

It's a brand new hundred-dollar bill.

The double corners are folded in half, which is extremely docile and exudes a faint scent of camphor.

It is caught in the fingertips, like a moth with broken wings, making a crisp sound alone in the autumn morning wind.

Yan Shuang stretched out his hand indifferently.

"Boss, five yuan!"

Spend other people's money, a luxury!

Yan called the system while eating warm sauce pancakes.

"System, come out for a couple of laps."

"... Hello, staff, may I help you?"

"What happened to the planets I added to my shopping cart?"

“TGR156号星球目前价格稳定，HJU394号星球价格上涨了12%，GKD43号星球价格降低了34%。”

Nice!

Yan Shuang took off happily in his heart, but on the surface he looked sad, "HJU394 is what I marked, why has it risen again?"

"This planet is rich in metal minerals, and the price is of course more expensive."

bullshit.

Metal is a hammer, and the weapon system has already fully entered the spiritual realm. Metal can only serve as a medium, so it is not an expensive thing.

Chuanshuju is a purely bad unit full of bad guys.

Whenever an employee reveals which one is the love ball in his dream, he immediately raises the price secretly, trying to squeeze out the employee's pension.

Damn it, why did I get into this unit when I took the exam!

If I had known earlier, I would have gone to the Archaeological Bureau!I heard that the Archaeological Bureau sent a dinosaur egg when they entered.

Gan, admired fiercely.

Want a Tyrannosaurus rex.

When you are happy, let him play discs; when you are unhappy, let him eat people.

The wonderful life of retirement seems to be in sight, and Yan Shuang can't help showing a dreamy smile on his face.

Ride a Tyrannosaurus rex to pick bananas.

Thinking about it is so beautiful that my heart is bubbling.

"Boss, what are you looking at?"

The co-pilot employee saw the boss in the driver's seat facing out the car window, looking in a daze, and leaned over curiously, but was immediately pushed back by an elbow from the former boxer.

"...saw a neighbor."

Sheng Guangming was surprised to meet Yan Shuang here.

Do you live near here?Came home after being kicked out by his neighbors last night?

It looked different from when we met before.

Shed her gorgeous and decadent shell, she is also a very sunny student, sitting under a parasol by the side of the road, eating cheap food with big mouthfuls, chewing very fully, her eyes narrowed, as if completely immersed in the In the good feeling that food brings.

It makes people feel that what he is eating now is very delicious.

I can't help but feel... so happy for him that I can't take my eyes off him.

Almost without warning.

Yan Shuang turned her face away.

Sheng Guangming, who was "peeping" in the car, was caught right away.

The moment they looked at each other, Sheng Guangming didn't know why, and subconsciously pressed the window button.

When the car window was raised, he realized how guilty he had acted.

Wait—why is he guilty?

"Boss, the store over there is open, let's get out of the car and go there quickly."

The people around him have hurriedly pushed open the door.

Sheng Guangming was still sitting there, holding the steering wheel in his hands, lowering his head, obviously feeling a little hot on his face.

How to explain this situation?

Because every time he saw Yan Shuang, the other party was in the state of "business", he was used to that loose and casual attitude, this time it seemed that he accidentally ran into Yan Shuang's real appearance, as if spying on the other party same privacy.

Sheng Guangming is very clear that everyone wears different masks when facing different people, which is a kind of protective color.

It made him feel embarrassed to pierce the opponent's mask like this.

A little over the line.

"咚咚-"

The window next to him was knocked twice.

Sheng Guangming turned his face away from his contemplation, and saw Yan Shuang who was bending over and looking into the car through the car window.

He collected himself, coughed lightly, and rolled down the window.

The brown glass lowered, and that rather pure and beautiful boy's face appeared in sight, at this moment, she was quietly looking at him without any emotion.

Sheng Guangming: "...Morning."

Yan Shuang did not expect to run into Sheng Guangming near Wei Yichen's home.

Is this the so-called attractiveness of the plot?

Now that we met... Yan Shuang smiled, "It's really you, I just felt someone staring at me, and when I looked back, someone was staring at me."

"From a distance, I thought, that person looks like Mr. Sheng, but why does Mr. Sheng stare at me endlessly?"

"It shouldn't be Mr. Sheng, maybe it's just a resemblance."

Yan Shuang's smile deepened, "When I got closer, I didn't expect it was really you, Mr. Sheng."

The long string of words was impenetrable. Sheng Guangming wanted to refute something but found that he had no way to refute. After opening his mouth, he said slowly: "...you have sesame seeds on your mouth."

"where?"

Sheng Guangming just wanted to say left, but inexplicably thought of the scene in the TV series in his mind.

The corner of the heroine's mouth was stained with something, the male protagonist said to the left, and then the female protagonist seemed to have a sensory disorder, no matter how much she wiped it off, she couldn't wipe it off, and finally had to ask the male protagonist to help her...

Yan Shuang wiped the sesame seeds off the corner of his mouth easily with the rearview mirror outside the car, and turned his eyes to Sheng Guangming who was holding the steering wheel tightly inside the car, his face was slightly red, "Thank you."

"……you are welcome."

"boss--"

Not far away, a figure jumped up and down and waved, "Hurry up—"

Although there was only one person in the small shop, it was bustling with activity.

Sheng Guangming followed behind the owner, taking a pen to write down every step carefully.

The employees brought over were helping the owner of the small shop, and they were running around full of energy.

In the small shop, Yan Shuang almost had no place to stand.

Soon, the sweet aroma slowly drilled out of the oven.

"That's about it. The finished product will come out in half an hour."

The elderly man said gently.

Sheng Guangming put away the pen and paper, and bowed solemnly, "Thank you, I will try my best to make it better, so that more people can taste this delicious food."

"Haha," the old man smiled, and patted the bulging muscles on his arm vigorously, "With your perseverance, you will definitely be able to do it."

"Stay here and have a taste, it's the last day."

The old man looked towards the door, "Is that young man with you?"

Sheng Guangming turned around.

With his hands in his pockets, Yan stood half alone outside the narrow shop. His white shirt was almost transparent in the autumn morning light. What was even fairer was his face, which was so clean that there was no impurity in it. His dark pupils glowed under the sunlight. A touch of amber.

He followed up by himself, without saying a word, just stood quietly outside, watching them busy.

Sheng Guangming opened his mouth, with a slightly hesitant expression, and finally said: "Want to eat cake?"

The store was narrow and there was no room for the grown men to sit down. The three returned to the car with a bag of freshly baked cakes.

"Mr. Zhang's old cake is very good. I have never eaten better than this one. Try it."

Sheng Guangming took one from the plastic bag and gave it to Yan Shuang in the back seat.

Yan Shuang thanked her, took a light bite, and an uncontrollably amazed expression appeared on her face.

"It's delicious."

Sheng Guangming smiled, distributed it to the staff around him and took one for himself.

"It would be a pity if such a good craftsmanship is lost," the employee sighed, "His son really owed such a gambling debt and ran away. If he honestly followed Mr. Zhang, his life should be the same now. Good."

Sheng Guangming was noncommittal.

"Send you to school?"

He didn't hear the answer, Sheng Guangming turned around, only to see Yan holding a honey-colored cake with a bite in both hands, in a daze.

"what happened?"

When he called out, Yan Shuang seemed to tremble. He raised his face, his expression was calm again, "I have to leave earlier."

Sheng Guangming watched him push the door and get out of the car, holding the old cake in his hand, his shoulders drooping slightly, his pace was slow, and the indescribable decadence and melancholy breath came to him again.

It was fine at first, what did they say wrong?

Sheng Guangming turned his face away and shook his head lightly.

"Boss, this is really delicious, I'll have another one."

"Eat."

Sheng Guangming exhaled softly, there are always some people in the world that he can't understand, I hope he can walk on the right path.

The vehicle started, and the figure in the rearview mirror became smaller and smaller, gradually turning into a small black dot, and finally disappeared from his sight.

The employees around him had already started to eat the second cake, and said casually, "Boss, your neighbor is so pretty."

"...Let's eat yours."

Old cakes are indeed delicious.

Yan Shuang reckoned that Sheng Guangming had gone far away, so he stopped pretending to be melancholy, and immediately ate the old cake in his hand.

In the original book, Sheng Guangming opened a dessert shop after retiring from the military.

It seems that he is quite attentive, and he even came to this kind of corner shop to ask for the formula.

Be sure to do more prostitution in the future!

Unfortunately, in order to ambush, he had to get out of the car.

Forget it, let's take the bus to school, finish the world early, and then he can ride a tyrannosaurus rex to travel!

The photo freezes at the moment when the boy steps on the bus.

Various photos were scattered on the ground.

Wearing a red dress with a drooping face.

The doctor was stopped in the parking lot and was not allowed to leave.

Sitting on a bench with a man drinking beer.

The hand hidden in the sleeve of the elevator quietly moved to the doctor's monitoring picture.

Countless photos made up a Yan Shuang that Ji Yao didn't know at all.

"How many times do I need to tell you," Ji Wensong crossed his legs, twirled a square wine glass in his hand, unbuttoned his shirt two times, and looked a little funny, "Your friend is not as simple as you think."

Ji Yao remained silent.

He has been imprisoned for seven days.

After his father prevented him from chasing Yan Shuang who had left from the gambling game, he locked him at home on the grounds of "reflecting on himself".

"I want to go out."

His voice became hoarse during the confrontation with his powerful father these days.

The tone remained unchanged.

He only glanced at the photos on the ground and stopped looking at them.

"What are you doing out?"

Ji Wensong sneered, "Like that kid from the Qin family, rushing to play for others?"

"When did you think about it clearly, and when will you go out again?"

Ji Wensong put down his wine glass with a "snap" and frowned slightly.

The [-] million game was turned upside down by Yan Shuang alone.

This is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that Ji Wensong saw Qin Yubai's life-threatening look with his own eyes.

Although he really didn't want to admit it, his son was much simpler than the heir of the Qin family.

Rather than letting Yan Shuang break this innocence, it is better to let him do it himself, at least he has the weight in his hands.

It doesn't matter whether he is doting or a loving father, he is really irreplaceable as a son.

"I've figured it out."

Ji Yao picked it up almost without a pause.

Ji Wensong sneered again, "Very good, now I've learned how to be hypocritical, and if I lock you up for a few more days, maybe you can give me a few more surprises."

Ji Yao knelt on the ground, with his arms hanging down on his knees, his entire face was hidden from his father's sight, so that he would not reveal the expression on his face at the moment.

His brain had gone into a defensive mode, instinctively resisting the information his father was forcing upon him.

fake.

all fake.

His father just couldn't get used to it... couldn't get used to it... couldn't get used to him having his own... friends.

"I know I was wrong," he said against his will, with a calm tone, the calmness his father had always expected, "I will never get in touch with him again."

"lie."

Refuse without mercy.

"You are my son, you may think that I don't understand you, but you are very wrong."

"I know you too well, Ji Yao."

"You're already obsessed with him."

"If I let you go, you will kneel on the bed and lick his feet tonight."

"Father!"

Ji Yao couldn't help raising his face, his young face was full of resentment and dissatisfaction, just like what Ji Wensong thought, without any trace of repentance.

He was really like his mother, never turned back until he bumped into the south wall.

"Why," Ji Wensong stretched his arms, with a sarcastic expression, "You want to say you can't?"

"How did I raise such a son as you!"

He stood up suddenly, suddenly becoming furious.

"You like men, I don't care about you, but you have to find out what your last name is!"

The photo of the leather shoes stepping on the ground stained the smiling face with shoe prints.

"Your name is Ji."

"You are my son, Ji Wensong."

"What kind of person do you want and what kind of means should you use? You have no sense at all."

"Like an ordinary person, what a good friend for a lifetime, being played around by others!"

Ji Wensong seemed to hate him to the extreme, he raised his hand violently, and slapped his only son until blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

With his chest heaving, Ji Wensong gave him a hard look, "How did I raise such a bastard like you?"

Trash, idiot... Now there is another "bitch".

Ji Yao found that there was no wave in his heart.

From an early age he knew that he was not the fruit of his parents' love.

They did not love each other, but made him.

Mother felt that he was too much like his father, and she didn't want to see his face more.

His father thought him too much like his mother, a hopelessly inferior.

What is the meaning of his existence in this world?

He never found it.

Maybe he once got a little bit of warmth from Qin Qing, but that was also fleeting, and soon he was left alone.

Until... the appearance of Yan Shuang.

He wants to protect someone and be his lifelong friend.

But his father didn't allow it.

And he...has had enough of being manipulated and manipulated like this!

"discipline"?This last name is like shit to him!

Ji Yao stood up slowly while supporting his knees.

"Ji Wensong," he looked straight into his father's eyes, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, "I want him, and no one can stop me."

The pupils of the father who was called by his son's name trembled slightly, "You are like this..."

"Just like your mother."

Ji Yao said it for him coldly.

"I am not like anyone. I will not commit suicide for anyone, nor will I be like you, who thinks he is cold-blooded, but is actually cowardly."

"You don't trust anyone because you dare not—"

Those eyes were fierce and vicious, Ji Wensong's heart trembled, and he suddenly felt a tingling sensation of being bitten in the throat.

"Sir." The bodyguard at the door greeted cautiously.

Ji Wensong raised his hand, "Come in."

The bodyguard whispered a few words in his ear.

After Ji Wensong listened, he glanced at his son who was so stubborn that he was helpless, and his expression suddenly relaxed.

"Okay, if you want to go, I'll let you go."

"But before you go, you have to meet someone with me."

In the courtyard, the moonlight was shining brightly on the straight shoulders. The person standing beside the maple tree bowed lightly when he saw the father and son coming out.

"A few years ago, I invited you to work here, and this time you finally came," Ji Wensong said with a light smile, "Sure enough, things don't last long."

"Thank you Mr. Ji for your kindness."

"Working by my side, everything about you must be unreserved to me, do you understand?"

"clear."

"Very good," Ji Wensong glanced at Ji Yao, who had a stern face, and said with a half-smile, "Now tell me, this stupid son, who did you spend the night with last night."

Lanterns hanging in the courtyard sway in the breeze, and the lights flicker like will-o'-the-wisps, dancing on the gold-rimmed glasses.

The answering voice was extremely calm.

"Yan Shuang."