I Can’t Be This Protagonist

At the entrance of the gallery, more guests came out one after another.

"Mr. Qin, your brother is really talented."

The guests came over with smiles and praises, without noticing the unusual atmosphere at the scene.

Qin Yubai retracted his eyes, and naturally extended his hand to the visitor, putting on a gentle face, "Thank you."

After a few greetings, the guests left, Qin Yubai turned around again, and Ji Yaoren had already left.

The stairwell, illuminated by the lights, was empty.

Qin Yubai sneered and looked disdainful.

However, he is a willful second-generation ancestor, and he has not taken people to heart.

"Let's go." Qin Yubai said to Wei Yichen behind him.

Wei Yichen nodded respectfully, "Mr. Qin, I have some personal matters to deal with."

Qin Yubai stopped in his footsteps, looked at the professional butler like a robot, and said with a little joke, "Going to see your little skirt?"

"Yes."

Qin Yubai patted Wei Yichen on the shoulder, "Go."

Qin Yubai generously agreed to the rare personal request of a competent subordinate.

Humans are not machines after all.

Wei Yichen was a little human, but Qin Yubai felt more at ease.

For some reason, Qin Yubai suddenly thought of Yan Shuang.

I want to meet this person.

No, Qin Yubai immediately dismissed the idea. He should go back and tell Qin Qing how well this exhibition was held, so that Qin Qing could be happy.

He turned to the parking lot and sat in the car, Qin Yubai's temples were still dancing slightly.

In him, passion and desire are separate, far apart, and fall on two people. "Love" comes first, and "desire" comes after, clearly and without confusion.

After saying goodbye to his boss, Wei Yichen got into his car and went to see his boss' lover.

The window was half open, and the night wind blew into the car. Wei Yichen felt his heart beat faster and faster for some reason, and he had a strong premonition in his heart.

Yan Shuang would not disappoint him so boringly.

The closer you get to the campus, the more you can smell the fragrance of the grass and trees. There are endless sycamore trees. Under the illumination of the street lights at night, the white patterns on the trunks of the sycamore trees are like strange faces and claws.

The black car parked silently on the side of the road.

Wei Yichen turned off the fire, sat in the dark car, stared at the empty back door not far away, and smiled slightly.

Little liar.

As expected, slightly disappointed.

He took the personal phone back out of his close pocket.

Along with the pack of cigarettes he hadn't finished smoking yet.

Wei Yichen pulled out a cigarette that had been compressed a little flat, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, staring at the silent back door.

He picked up Yan Shuang several times from here.

Send him to Qin Yubai's bed.

Wei Yichen bit the cigarette.

There is no fire.

It's just that it's biting lightly.

The bitter taste of tobacco is transmitted between the teeth.

How strange.

How can something so bitter be addictive?

The gate at the gate of the school suddenly opened, and the movement of the gate's expansion and contraction was extremely prominent in the quiet night.

Someone walked out with a light body and slow steps. He stood under the lamp, looked around, and took out his mobile phone from his bag.

Wei Yichen sat in the car and held his breath unknowingly.

Yan Shuang is on the phone.

— but his phone didn't ring.

Wei Yichen watched intently, it was too dark in the car and too bright in the distance, he couldn't see Yan Shuang's mood when he was on the phone, but his heart was surging, and he was about to bite the cigarette between his teeth.

He knew that Yan Shuang would not disappoint him.

The roar of the engine suddenly cut through the night sky.

The black sports car flashed past his car.

Arrogant license plate, noble young master.

Wei Yichen looked at Ji Yao who was running to the car with Yan Shuang, and said something with his hands and feet. Ji Yao was half a head taller than Yan Shuang, and standing on the side, a slender shadow covered Yan Shuang's whole body.

Not knowing what Yan Shuang said, he gradually lowered his head, shrugged his shoulders, and seemed to be crying.

Wei Yichen smiled, and the smoke between his teeth swayed.

Then, he saw Ji Yao opened the car door and pushed Yan Shuang into the car.

The sports car drove from far to near, Wei Yichen sat in the dark car, his eyes locked firmly on the car.

The speed of the car was very fast, and at the moment when the two cars met, that face, like a blurred face in a movie poster, entered Wei Yichen's eyes deeply.

He was sure that at that moment... Yan Shuang was smiling at him across Ji Yao.

He leaned back on the seat, the smoke between his teeth had been bitten by force, Wei Yichen was breathing heavily, he seemed to have entered a bizarre fantasy, was pushed hard, and then covered his head with a bright red skirt.

The skirt is full of faint citrus aromas.

Ji Yao frowned, "Have you taken a shower?"

"Well," Yan Shuang whispered, "I'm sorry to bother you so late."

Ji Yao didn't respond to his apology, only said: "This is not an example."

"I, I know, it's just that these two days are too messy... I forgot... They all said that I had to hand in the homework tomorrow before I remembered to do my homework, but in a team, no, no one..."

Yan Shuang said and silently shed tears.

Ji Yao understands that Yan Shuang's situation has changed since that post was posted on the school forum.

If he takes Yan Shuang away, he will be responsible for Yan Shuang.

This is the case in the short term.

In the future, Yan Shuang will still have to walk independently.

Xiao Qingyang was almost speechless, and came to open the door for them in the middle of the night, "Little cousin, you really don't treat yourself as an outsider now."

"Thanks."

When Yan Shuang heard Ji Yao thank him, he looked at him quietly and strangely from the corner of his eye.

"What a big deal," Xiao Qingyang was satisfied and came over to pat Ji Yao on the shoulder, "Have you seen Qin Qing's art exhibition today?"

"Ok."

"How's it going? I think people in the art circle give him a lot of praise, but people in that circle dare to brag about anything as long as the money is in place. You can evaluate it objectively. How is it?"

"very good."

"Wow, you said it's very good, it must be incredible, I will buy a piece to collect, and now the value of young painters' works has increased rapidly."

The two cousins ​​said as they walked, the atmosphere was quite intimate.

Ji Yao seemed to remember something after walking a few steps, and looked back at Yan Shuang who was still standing in the same place, frowning, "Follow."

Yan Shuang stood there, looking helpless, and followed slowly.

He totally got it.

Ji Yao still excluded him from his circle.

Including the people around Ji Yao.

The two cousins ​​chatted like no one else was around, he followed behind alone, from the time he got off the car, Xiao Qingyang didn't see him as a person, including the last time he came to the racecourse, Xiao Qingyang also had the same attitude towards him.

ignore.

Not to mention the level of rudeness.

You see, Ji Yao also speaks politely and thankfully to people.

But he only does this to people he likes.

He naturally has a behavior pattern in his heart, and he has different standards for his relatives, friends, loved ones, and irrelevant people.

What kind of standard does he treat Yan Shuang?

Yan Shuang thinks it should be "trouble".

If you see it, you can't ignore it, if you get it, you can't get rid of it. If you can, Ji Yao definitely hopes that Yan Shuang doesn't exist in this world at all.

That way, he won't have to worry about it.

"The room is still there, feel free," Xiao Qingyang patted Ji Yao's shoulder, "I'm sleeping."

"Ji Yao…"

Yan Shuang whispered, "Homework."

Xiao Qingyang stopped when he left.

"For group work, all team members must speak on stage."

Yan said bilaterally, bowing his head.

He listened to Ji Yao without saying a word, then raised his head and glanced at Ji Yao quickly, "I-I can teach you."

"puff-"

Xiao Qingyang couldn't help laughing out loud, then he held Ji Yao's shoulder and laughed tremblingly, "Damn, I have learned a lot, little cousin, who is this... what is it called?"

Ji Yao pushed Xiao Qingyang's arm away, "Go away."

"No, I'm not going."

Xiao Qingyang became interested, and turned to hook Yanshuang's neck. Yanshuang saw it. As soon as Xiao Qingyang's long arm stretched out, he immediately hid behind Ji Yao and grabbed the hem of Ji Yao's shirt, looking like he was afraid of life.

"Yo, still hide, come out..." Henry Zhang put on the posture of an eagle catching a chick, and was directly stopped by "chicken mother" Ji Yao, "If you are older, stay up late, go to bed." Turning around and grabbing Yan Shuang , pulled Yan Shuang into Yan Shuang's room.

When the door was closed, Xiao Qingyang reacted and immediately performed self-pulling outside the door for a long time.

Can't figure it out.

Such an ordinary boy, he doesn't even know what he looks like... He doesn't even know what he looks like, he's not very conspicuous anyway, otherwise he wouldn't even remember what he looked like.

The temperament is also submissive, and it looks like a small family.

What did Ji Yao see in him?

This kid even said that he wanted to teach Ji Yao to write group homework?

From childhood to adulthood, his cousin was a special-level problem-solving master, and he was said to be a genius.

Teaching genius to do homework?

It's really unpretentious.

Just when Xiao Qingyang was confused, the door opened, and his fairy cousin showed half of his face, "Bring me a laptop to make a ppt."

Xiao Qingyang: "..." Has he not woken up yet?

The learning tools were in place, but Xiao Qingyang refused to leave.

"I'll make you two a cup of coffee."

Having said that, he stayed in the room watching the two of them do their group work.

It's really that kid who leads.

"...Wilde's homosexual tendencies are not clearly expressed in his works, and "The Picture of Dorian Gray" cannot be regarded as his confession of homosexuality. The main purpose of the work is to express his views on desire..."

Yan Shuang spoke slowly, Ji Yao was doing the ppt while Xiao Qingyang listened and couldn't help laughing, "What topic is assigned by your teacher, is it specially assigned for you two?"

Yan Shuang did not speak, and lowered his head deeply.

Ji Yao glanced at Xiao Qingyang, "Is the coffee ready?"

In other words, soak it and you can get out.

Xiao Qingyang was kicked out.

Ji Yao and Yan Shuang continued to make ppt.

As for literature class, Ji Yao was just too lazy to listen to it, not completely ignorant. He also received a good education in aesthetics.

The two worked together and the homework was completed quickly.

"Professors will grade this assignment in groups," Yan Shuang pleaded. "Tomorrow, let's talk about it tomorrow, okay?"

He clutched the table with both hands, the backs of his hands stretched with tension, his eyes shining brightly through the lenses.

Ji Yao saw a strong desire in his eyes.

People who have always been so cowardly have something to strive for.

"Ok."

Ji Yao turned her face away and responded lightly.

He stood up to leave, but his sleeve was pulled again.

"Ji Yao, thank you."

The pupils are still very bright, as if there are stars shining.

There was a tear in the dark eyes, and it seemed to hang on Yan Shuang's lower eyelashes.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became a little weird.

It was something Ji Yao had never felt before.

It was the sleeve that was being held, but the temperature seemed to spread to the arm along the sleeve, and it was slightly hot and uncomfortable.

Ji Yao pulled out his sleeves and still said lightly, "It's not an example."

He never responded to Yan Shuang's apology and thanks.

What Yan Shuang thought was right at all.

If possible, Ji Yao hoped that Yan Shuang would never appear.

Gently bringing it to the door, Ji Yao turned his head and saw Xiao Qingyang leaning against the corridor with his arms in his arms.

Xiao Qingyang smiled but not smiled, "We've already discussed desire, why don't you stay and discuss in depth?"

Ji Yao glanced at him indifferently, and said coldly, "Disgusting."

Xiao Qingyang: "…"

"You really..." Xiao Qingyang came over with a wry smile to take Ji Yao's shoulder, but Ji Yao opened his hand again, "Did I say you are cold?"

"Is there anyone in this world who can make you desire?"

Ji Yao pushed open the door of his room, turned his face to the side, and said to Xiao Qingyang who was curious, "Go away."

Closing the door, Ji Yao's expression remained unchanged.

desire.

So dirty.

He definitely, never would have been in that situation.

absolute.