I Can't Be This Protagonist

"Om-"

The fingerprint error prompt sounded three times, and the remote alarm message popped up.

Yan Shuang smiled.

Sure enough, not everyone is a green hat slave.

The doctor's temper is really big.

They kindly gave him a live broadcast, why did they delete his fingerprints?

hateful.

Did Qi Feiyun take Qin Yubai's instructions seriously?

The next time he sees Qin Yubai, he will sue in a strange manner.

Given how busy the doctor is, it is estimated that he will not be able to return until midnight.

Yan Shuang simply sat down at the door.

There are two scumbags on the first floor, whoever comes back first will pick him up, it's just fair.

Being busy all day is more tiring than boxing, but it is still different. You will never feel tired doing what you like. Surrounded by sweet cakes, Sheng Guangming feels relaxed stand up.

This ease lasted only until the moment the elevator doors opened.

The lights in the corridor were on, illuminating the thin figure at the door so clearly that it was impossible to ignore.

The old canvas bags are piled at the feet, a book is spread out on the lap, and the pen is in the hand and the head is lowered to write.

Yan Shuang looked like a child who forgot his keys and could only do his homework at the door.

When the elevator was about to close again, Sheng Guangming pressed the button and stepped out of the elevator as if awakened from a dream.

The person sitting on the ground raised his face when he heard the movement, but Yan Shuang just glanced at him indifferently, then lowered his head uncharacteristically without greeting him.

Sheng Guangming was already ready to exchange pleasantries, the syllables came to his lips, and the picture of black hair hanging down choked the "good evening" he was going to say in his throat.

He was startled, then glanced at the closed door next door, lowered his eyelashes, and went to open his own door without saying a word.

Yan Shuang took the initiative to say hello before.

They really don't seem to be able to greet each other.

"Bam—"

The heavy door closed, Sheng Guangming put down his bag and took off his coat.

The image I just saw appeared in my mind.

Had been kicked out last night.

Here we go again today.

The coat was hung on the hanger, and the unfinished pastries were placed in the kitchen. Sheng Guangming washed his hands and shook his head lightly.

The refrigerator door was opened, and the cold beer he bought before was neatly placed inside.

The image of the two of them drinking beer together came to mind again.

I don't know why, but I always care about this person.

It is always a pity for a good boy who... has gone astray.

Everyone has their own choice. For someone as smart as him, it shouldn't be up to others to teach him.

Sheng Guangming collected himself and took out a can of beer.

I ate too many sweets today, and I have accumulated too much sweetness in my mouth. I would like to have some refreshing side dishes at night.

I was busy in the kitchen for a while, there was a cold dish, a fried dish on the table, beer and fried noodles were placed on the table, it was a very bachelor's dinner.

Sheng Guangming was very satisfied. After taking two bites, he slowly put down his chopsticks and looked at the dark door involuntarily.

He moved to the door and turned on the outdoor surveillance, only to vaguely see a silhouette still sitting on the ground.

At least an hour had passed since he came back.

Unknowingly, his hand was on the doorknob.

Sheng Guangming looked down at his wrist, and said to himself, "You are nosy? I didn't bother you, so what's your business?"

Let go of your palm slowly.

Back at the dining table, Sheng Guangming took out his mobile phone and ate dinner while watching a cake-making video uploaded by others.

After finishing all the post-dinner cleaning and tidying up, Sheng Guangming changed into night running clothes, jumped around in the living room twice, and then pushed open the door. He lowered his head and tried to avoid the sight of the people around him. .

As a result, he was overthinking.

From the time he came out until the elevator door closed, Yan Shuang kept his head down.

Sheng Guangming frowned slightly. He remembered that Yan Shuang used to unlock the lock with his fingerprints before. When he saw it, he felt that the neighbor's heart was really big. Why... did the neighbor delete Yan Shuang's fingerprints?

So why did Yan Shuang still come?

in argument?

This kind of relationship... Will there be quarrels?

The doubts in my heart were not answered until the end of the night run.

Yan Shuang was still sitting at the door, but he was not reading a book. He bent over, leaned his face on his knees, and looked at the window at the end of the corridor.

Sheng Guangming calmed down his shortness of breath after exercising, and walked towards the door of his house hesitantly. When he reached out to open the door, he couldn't help but finally opened his mouth.

"Are you waiting for him?"

Sheng Guangming quietly frowned when he said something nonsense as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Ah."

A short reply that couldn't be more short.

Yan Shuang seemed to have suddenly lost interest in communicating with him.

Obviously when we met tomorrow, I was still calling "Mr. Sheng" and "Mr. Sheng", talking a lot.

Since when?

It seems that after Xiao Li talked about Mr. Zhang's son, Yan Shuang's whole person suddenly became gloomy.

Sheng Guangming pushed open the door while thinking, and after closing the door lightly, a word in the complicated discourse during the day suddenly jumped into his mind.

"Gambling debt".

The door that was just closed was pushed open with a backhand.

"Do you want to... come in and wait?"

The layout of Sheng Guangming's home is the same as that of Qi Feiyun's, but the interior decoration is completely different.

A lot of bright and simple colors are used. The soft fabric sofa is more low-key and warm than the leather sofa. The carpet is also warm brown. Even the red boxing gloves hanging on the wall make people feel lively and enthusiastic.

This is not just a house.

This is a home.

"Sit whatever you want," Sheng Guangming took a sip of water, "Have you had dinner yet?"

"I fried two dishes randomly at night. If you don't mind, you can eat the rest. If you don't want to—" He pointed to the paper bag on the cooking table, "There are cakes, but when you eat each Leave half of them for me, and I have to study their taste."

"Thank you," Yan Shuang stood still in the porch with his bag on his shoulders, "I'm not hungry."

He didn't say he ate, but only that he wasn't hungry.

Sheng Guangming had never seen Yan Shuang so cautious, and he was really not used to it at once.

"It's okay, you can eat whatever you want."

As he spoke, he took out the unfinished dishes from the refrigerator, grabbed another can of beer, set up the dishes, and said, "I'm going to take a shower, you can do it yourself."

After the others entered the bathroom, Yan Shuang still didn't move with her bag on her shoulders, but took out her mobile phone and sent a text message to Qi Feiyun in a leisurely manner.

"Your neighbor's decorating taste is much better than yours."

Regarding Qi Feiyun's behavior today, Yan Shuang didn't think that Qi Feiyun was jealous.

The relationship between Qi Feiyun and Yan Shuang has only the purest sensuality, and they are the most emotionless cold-blooded animals in the original work. For him, Yan Shuang is just a tool to vent his desire, from beginning to end.

So after Sheng Guangming rescued Yan Shuang, Qi Feiyun didn't respond, and his attitude was similar to "just go and go" indifferent.

The rest of the scumbags can still be called emotional entanglements, and Qi Feiyun just likes to "go up" Yan Shuang.

Today's refusal, Yan Shuang thought that this person was just venting his dissatisfaction with spending the night with other men.

At best, he is a buddy with benefits and wants to put a chastity belt on him.

He really laughed.

The text message is sent successfully, and the mobile phone is directly turned off.

Get used to his bad habits.

Sheng Guangming came out of the shower and was about to open the bathroom door when he suddenly realized that there was someone else in the house.

...the other party is still gay.

Sheng Guangming looked down at his naked upper body.

What happened to him suddenly feeling a little embarrassed?

Even if they have different sexual orientations, it shouldn't matter if we are all men, right?

He is not like a man if he is so cowardly.

Sheng Guangming was heartbroken—forget it, let's go out wearing a bath towel...

Putting the bath towel on his body as a cloak rather awkwardly, Sheng Guangming walked out of the bathroom, but when he turned around, he saw Yan Shuang who was still at the entrance.

Just like in the corridor just now, he sat on the ground with his bag on his shoulders, looking at the French windows in the living room, his eyes blending intently with the moonlight outside the window.

"Why are you sitting there?"

The man's voice contained serious reproach.

Yan Shuang turned her face away and almost coughed up.

Sheng Guangming's character is a pure straight man, he looks really pure.

A white towel was draped over his body, covering most of his naked upper body, revealing the edges of his muscular contours.

Water stains dripped down the wheat-colored skin, outlining the undulating curves of the pectoral muscles, and spreading to the narrow waistline. The abdominal muscles are well-defined, and the slanted mermaid line outlines the shape of a triangle. The short black fluff hides in the Baggy gym shorts.

Yan Shuang dared to bet that this bath towel must have been temporarily worn by Sheng Guangming.

Whenever he looked in the mirror, he knew that he was more attractive than naked now.

"Why don't you sit on the sofa?"

Sheng Guangming frowned slightly.

He has thick eyebrows, and when he frowns, he looks particularly fierce. The opponents in the boxing ring say that they feel frightened when they see him frown.

For this reason, he intentionally controlled himself after retiring.

But now he is really a little angry.

"It's good here."

The person he was watching was still calm and breezy.

"Mr. Sheng, you are a good man," he said, with a faint smile on his face, but full of alienation, "Don't get too close to me."

Sheng Guangming's footsteps stopped.

Yan Shuang was very handsome, and Sheng Guangming thought that he was more like the image of a good student that appeared in college admissions promotional videos.

In fact, Yan Shuang is indeed a good student.

But... not exactly a good student.

What a headache.

Sheng Guangming's eyes froze, and after he paused, he started walking again. He strode over, reached out and grabbed Yan Shuang's arm, and pulled him up easily.

"How old are you, don't pretend to be cool here."

"Have a meal."

Yan Shuang was forcefully pulled over and pressed to the dining table.

"I'll warm up the fried noodles and pork belly for you, and the preserved eggs can be eaten cold. It's not bad with wine."

"It's so late, I'm too lazy to start a fire, so I just use the microwave."

After Sheng Guangming finished his work, he clapped his hands lightly, looked at Yan Shuang who was still holding on to his bag even though he was sitting, folded his hands on his chest, and said, "How many grades are you in college this year?"

"Freshman."

"Freshman?" Sheng Guangming raised his voice and controlled his expression under Yan Shuang's gaze, "Then you this year..." He turned his face away, took a deep breath and turned back, barely maintaining his composure , "Just grown up?"

"Ah."

Sheng Guangming: "..."

fuck it.

What the hell could drive a young adult down this path?

Sheng Guangming's face was ugly, and the question about "gambling debt" was hovering on his lips, and he couldn't help but say it.

"After today, I will be nineteen."

"Ding--"

The rotation of the microwave oven stops.

"Thank you," Yan Shuang narrowed his eyes and smiled at Sheng Guangming who couldn't hide his astonishment, "I ate cake and noodles today, thank you, Mr. Sheng."

It took a long time for Sheng Guangming to come back to his senses.

"Today... is your birthday?"

Yan Shuang lowered his head and evaded, "Can I eat noodles?"

On the other party's birthday, he only served it with leftovers... Sheng Guangming felt unspeakably guilty?

This obviously has nothing to do with him.

Even though he was thinking this way, he still couldn't restrain himself and said, "There are still vegetables at home. I'll make it for you if you want to eat."

"Mr. Sheng, it's good to eat the leftovers."

Yan Shuang's tone of voice and expression are very soft, not the usual fake politeness that keeps people away from thousands of miles away, but a genuine and well-behaved appearance from the heart.

"I'm already... very satisfied."

"Let's pick another cake."

After taking out the dishes from the microwave, Sheng Guangming brought the paper bag to the dining table.

"It's all the work of a well-known pastry chef in this city."

"Take whichever you like."

The cakes are all small pieces, which look very delicate and exude a valuable aroma.

Yan Shuang thought to himself: He wants them all! ! !

My eyes lit up right away.

Sheng Guangming's tone became a little more relaxed, "Do you like sweets very much?"

Yan Shuang did not deny it.

"Since you like it, let's share half of it with you," Sheng Guangming said, "I'm not being stingy, I will keep the rest to study their taste."

After he finished speaking, he went to the cabinet above the kitchen and took out the plates and knives.

He also seems to be a very thorough actionist, and immediately started to carefully divide each piece of cake into two halves.

"Mr. Sheng, are you going to open a dessert shop?"

Yan Shuang took a bite of fried noodles, and the taste was quite good.

"Well," Sheng Guangming said while cutting the cake, "It should open in a week, but I still don't know what to do. The more I study the works of my colleagues, the more I feel that I am still far behind."

"Mr. Sheng, you will definitely succeed."

Sheng Guangming stopped his hand and looked back at Yan Shuang.

Yan Shuang was looking at him seriously, "I will."

Sheng Guangming smiled and turned around, "I'll borrow a good word from you, a talented student."

After the cake was finished, Yan Shuang was almost done eating, he stood up, "I'd better go out and wait, in case Dr. Qi misses it when he comes back..."

Sheng Guangming was wiping the butter off the table knife, when he heard this, he frowned again.

Today...is his birthday.

Even if it's a birthday, have to...

"Don't go."

Sheng Guangming said directly.

"go home."

"I can send you off."

Yan Shuang looked at him in astonishment, "Mr. Sheng..."

"How much?" Sheng Guangming interrupted, "I will buy you tonight, go home."

His face was upright and handsome, and the bath towel was put aside by him as he thought it was getting in the way when he was cutting the cake. At this moment, he was naked to the waist, holding a long table knife in his hand, looking vicious and indescribably gentle.

Yan Shuang looked at him, and a faint mist gradually appeared in his clear eyes.

Sheng Guangming suddenly panicked.

Could it be that he misunderstood?

"I did not mean that……"

The melodious doorbell music interrupted his explanation.

"I'll open the door."

Sheng Guangming ran to the door as if running away, and opened it without looking.

The doctor who returned late was wearing a dark gray windbreaker, with a serious face and a cold look in his eyes.

"I'll pick you up."

Sheng Guangming frowned, and half-closed the door, "He's not here."

"Really?" Qi Feiyun stretched out his hand.

When Sheng Guangming was about to close the door, another hand stretched out from behind him and grabbed the hand of the man outside.

"Doctor Qi, you are back."

Yan Shuang had already come out, he was carrying the paper bag, lowered his head, passed through Sheng Guangming's arm protecting him, and grabbed Qi Feiyun's hand by himself.

Sheng Guangming had mixed feelings in his heart, he lowered his voice, "I said, tonight I can..."

"Mr. Sheng," Qi Feiyun interrupted him, he grabbed Yan Shuang's hand and interlocked his fingers, and said to the glaring neighbor, "Please don't interfere in other people's private affairs."

"Private matter?!"

Sheng Guangming couldn't bear it anymore and said, "He's only 19 years old!"

"Doctor Qi, I respect you as a doctor who saves lives and heals the wounded, but you are like this...he is only 19 years old! Today is his birthday! Even if it's only today, can't you let him go?"

After listening quietly, Qi Feiyun looked at Sheng Guangming's furious face, and found clues from that upright face.

"You think... I forced him?" Qi Feiyun said calmly.

"Of course you didn't force him. Isn't your behavior taking advantage of others' danger?"

Anyway, there are only two residents on the first floor. Sheng Guangming simply pointed it out, "If you spend money to buy other people's services, you can think that he is voluntary? Are you so at ease?"

When he heard "spending money", Qi Feiyun's eyes flickered, and when it came to "service", he looked at Yan Shuang who was hiding behind Sheng Guangming and lowered his head.

After Sheng Guangming's accusation ended, he slightly raised the corners of his lips.

"You lied to him that you are selling it?"

A word entered Sheng Guangming's ears, but not into Sheng Guangming's brain. It took him a while to react, and when he was about to say, "Who would use this to deceive people", Yan Shuang's crisp answer also came.

"Just kidding."

"Still lying to him that today is your birthday?"

The arm was opened, and the person hiding behind him slipped through the gap on his side.

A sweet and creamy aroma flashes through.

He hid in the man's windbreaker, raised his head and squinted with a smile.

"Yes."