I Can’t Be This Protagonist

"Mr. Yan, this way please."

The beautiful maid led Yan Shuang into the house.

The house at night is more beautiful than the daytime. The bright lights illuminate the fine white stones on the ground like jade. Yan Shuang walks by. Two beautiful maids are climbing and picking maple leaves in the courtyard. The maple leaves are picked but just thrown on the ground. , The red maple leaves are spread on the milky white pebbles, red and white, extremely gorgeous.

Seeing Yan's eyes lingering, the maid explained, "Mr. thinks that autumn is coming too slowly."

Yan Shuang couldn't help but be speechless, thinking that Ji Wensong specified that there was something wrong with his mind, and he even had to take care of the changing seasons. He also wondered why Ji Yao was angry and wanted to chop down trees. The father and son really looked alike, they were like "hot hands destroying flowers".

The maid took Yan Shuang to the room where he and Ji Wensong met last time.

Compared with the dignified atmosphere of the old house, the delicate tatami and low table in this room are much inferior.

The maid brought utensils to make tea for Yan Shuang on the spot.

Yan Shuang quickly refused and said, "Don't bother."

The maid smiled at him, "Sir is still entertaining guests, I'm afraid you will be bored."

"I'm looking for him for business, not for fun," Yan Shuang said seriously, "I'm not bored, I'll just wait here."

The maid pursed her lips and smiled and said no more, but she still set up the utensils and started to make tea.

Her movements are graceful and graceful, and she appears to be an expert at it.

Yan Shuang thought about it, she wouldn't listen to him anyway, so she just put up her face and appreciated it seriously.

When the hookah was curling up, someone pushed the barrier door again, "Mr. Yan, Mr. Ji, please come over."

In the labyrinth-like house, it seems that every room is small and beautiful, but the maid and Yan Shuang walked wider and wider, and finally came to the heart of the house.

Yan Shuang first saw the familiar back.

Ji Wensong was still wearing a kimono. It was light black, and it shimmered with a thick luster under the faint light. It was slightly more homely than the sauce-colored kimono before. This outfit was extremely formal and majestic.

Yan Shuang secretly complained in his heart, as if he was wearing it at a funeral.

"come and see."

Ji Wensong said behind his back.

Yan Shuang responded and took two steps forward, only to see a large and small bronze vessel placed in front of Ji Wensong.

Yan Shuang didn't know much about this aspect, but only felt that the animal pattern on it was soaring and majestic, and the quaint chill that seemed to travel through time and space was enough to shock every audience who witnessed it.

"It's so beautiful," Ji Wensong watched intently, with a gentle tone, "isn't it?"

Yan Shuang said honestly, "This is really beautiful."

The two were silent, admiring the beautiful bronze vessel at the same time. After a while, Ji Wensong said, "What do you have to do with me?"

This is the first time Yan Shuang has taken the initiative to contact Ji Wensong.

But he didn't come to ask Ji Wensong for something, but to cooperate with Ji Wensong.

Yan Shuangdao: "You said you were very satisfied with me last time. I don't know if you think this is enough now, or do you want me to continue?"

Ji Wensong finally withdrew his gaze that lingered on the bronze vessel, and his gaze fell on Yan Shuang's face.

Yan Shuang looked at Ji Wensong for a while, then turned to smile, "Mr. Ji, what do you expect from Ji Yao?"

Ji Wensong looked at him quietly, and also showed a faint smile, "I expect him to be just like you."

Yan Shuang: "That's too difficult."

"Why?" Ji Wensong asked urgently, with a relaxed tone.

"Some things are innate, that's talent."

Ji Wensong pondered for a moment, then admitted: "It makes sense." Then he looked out the window with his hands behind his back, and said softly, "He is more like his mother."

"Indecisive, naive and stupid, opinionated, sentimental..."

The calm voice counted the shortcomings of the deceased wife, and finally came to a conclusion.

"Mother and son are really alike."

"It's hard to change those things."

Yan Shuang said, "Mr. Ji tried it?"

Ji Wensong glanced at him, smiled silently, and said, "I'm not that bored yet."

"You said, you want to continue," Ji Wensong said, "how to continue?"

"That depends on your cooperation, Mr. Ji."

"Oh? How do you want me to cooperate?"

Ji Wensong seemed to be very interested in how to hurt his son, and listened carefully to Yan Shuang's plan, without any intention of interrupting in the middle.

When Yan Shuang finished speaking, Ji Wensong gave him a deep look, his eyes were full of praise and regret, Yan Shuang knew that he had no other intentions, so he let him see it generously.

Ji Wensong sighed lightly, "Your adoptive father is too bad for you."

Yan Shuang said euphemistically, "My adoptive mother is very kind to me."

"You should change your father."

There was no joke in the plain tone.

Yan Shuang thought to himself that he was not interested in recognizing another father.

Still such a controlling dad.

When he dumped Ji Yao, he still knew who Ji Wensong was.

Sure enough, it is not good to be too likable. Yan Shuang made up his mind and said with a smile: "Mr. Ji, if things like father can be replaced at will, forgive me, Ji Yao should be the first to type the application."

Ji Wensong was stunned for a moment, then laughed, with faint fine lines rippling from the corners of his eyes.

It seemed that Yan Shuang's offensive words did not anger him.

He reached out and rubbed the top of Yan Shuang's hair and tapped, "I don't approve."

After finishing talking, Yan Shuang was going to leave, and Ji Wensong didn't leave him. He stayed in the house alone to continue admiring the bronze ware, and sent a maid and bodyguard to see him off.

The maid sent him out and handed him a beautiful wooden box.

Yan Shuang said, "Isn't it moon cake?"

The maid chuckled, "No, it's an orange."

Yan Shuang was stunned, "Orange?"

"This orange is grown in our own orchard. It is very healthy and tastes very sweet. You will love it."

Yan Shuang took the wooden box, lowered his head and took a sniff, and sure enough he smelled the faint aroma of oranges.

"This is an early-maturing variety. The skin is green and yellow. Don't be afraid. It only tastes a little sour."

The maid explained it gently, as if coaxing a child.

Yan Shuang said, "Thank you, Mr. Ji, for me."

"OK."

The maid opened the car door for him, "It's a smooth journey, pay attention to safety."

Yan Shuang opened the wooden box in the car, and there were about 20 oranges lying neatly inside, all of them were very cute. As expected, the skin was green and yellow as the maid said. He picked up one and smelled it. Suddenly, the fresh and sweet taste rushed into the tip of the nose, causing the mouth to secrete saliva.

Yan Shuang peeled it off and ate a piece.

The taste is very sweet, but in the end, there is a slight sour taste in the mouth, which makes people unable to eat one piece after another.

For such delicious oranges, Yan Shuang felt that he could endure Ji Wensong for a while longer.

"Okay, the last class is over. I wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and a holiday."

The old professor bowed his hands like an urchin, and when the bell rang after class, he ran faster than the students, causing a burst of laughter.

The holiday atmosphere has been brewing on campus since the morning, and finally reached its peak as the last class ended.

The students left the classroom talking and laughing together.

Yan Shuang saw Ji Yao in the crowd leaving alone again with a cold face.

Didn't even look at him.

Since they quarreled in the bedroom, the relationship between the two has dropped to freezing point.

Ji Yao still kept his promise to the professor, never missed any class, and often met with Yan Shuang.

However, the two of them didn't care about who they were, and sometimes their eyes met, and they moved away immediately, and there was quite a posture that whoever moved away slowly would lose.

Yan Shuang felt that his action of pulling Ji Yao was a bit redundant.

Ji Yao didn't care about him at all.

can also understand.

He was so angry with Ji Yao that if Ji Yao could still care about him, then Ji Yao would not be Ji Yao, but a male Bodhisattva.

Yan Shuang went downstairs with the bag in his arms and was less than a meter away from Ji Yao. The two were wrapped in a huge stream of people and could never approach.

Yan Shuang looked at Ji Yao's back thoughtfully, he was not in a hurry, they would meet soon anyway.

After leaving the teaching building, Yan Shuang walked slowly to the back door of the school, took out his mobile phone, and nodded with satisfaction after confirming that the time was correct.

At the back door of the school, Ji Yao was there.

The shoulder bag hangs on one side, and the white shirt and linen trousers are fresh and clean. With one hand raised, he is looking at the watch, and he does not turn his head when he hears the sound of footsteps.

Yan Shuang stopped not far from Ji Yao, and looked in the opposite direction deliberately.

The two really understood the Cold War.

"Well, I've already arrived."

Yan Shuang pricked up his ears and listened quietly.

It seems that Ji Wensong led Ji Yao here through someone.

Yan Shuang looked at the phone again.

It's almost time.

When the Ji family's car came, Ji Yao didn't realize at first, he thought it was someone from the Xiao family who came to pick him up, and when he took a step forward to see the license plate, it was too late.

Four bodyguards who jumped out of the car surrounded him.

"Little Master, Mr. ordered us to take you home for a reunion dinner tonight."

Ji Yao frowned in disgust, "Go away." He stepped forward and was immediately blocked by the bodyguard.

"Little Master, don't embarrass us."

Yan Shuang listened to the movement, but never looked away.

It was not until the footsteps behind him were messy and rubbing, and the muffled voice sounded, that Yan Shuang slowly cast his eyes.

That's it.

Ji Wensong's subordinates are really efficient.

Black enough to start.

It is also a fist to the flesh to his own young master.

Yan Shuang lightly hooked the corner of his lower lip, and immediately entered the play to the kind-hearted little white flower, dropped the canvas bag in his arms, and rushed up, "What are you doing?!"

A group of people are fighting, and jumping up like this is simply looking for a beating.

Ji Yao had noticed Yan Shuang when he came out, but he just ignored him on purpose.

Now that Yan Shuang has chosen to take the road that will make him bruised all over.

Then he waited and watched.

The moment Yan Shuang rushed into the circle, Ji Yao subconsciously became distracted, took another blow on the back of the shoulder, turned around and returned a kick, stretched out his hand to grab Yan Shuang's arm, and pushed the person out again.

Yan Shuang hit the ground dizzy and turned around in place. He was held on his waist with a clever force. After buffering most of his strength, he sat on the ground. There was almost no sense of falling, as if someone was holding him. Just sit down.

Yan Shuang calmed down and saw that the bodyguard who had taken him gave him a smile.

Yan Shuang: Can you be more dedicated?

"Who are you, why are you beating people, I'm going to call the police—"

Yan Shuang shouted in panic, and gave the bodyguard a hinting look by the way.

His hands were immediately cut behind his back, so light that he hardly used any strength, and Yan Shuang still let out a scream.

Ji Yao's movements froze for a moment, and when he swept over, seeing Yan Shuang being restrained, his already cold expression became even more angry, "Let him go!"

"Get in the car, young master," the little bodyguard clasped Yan Shuang's wrists and smiled, "You don't want to hurt innocent people, do you?"

"You are Ji Yao's family? Why do you treat him like this?!"

Yan Shuang asked in disbelief and distress.

The ignorant words pierced Ji Yao's heart violently.

family.

What kind of family are the people around Ji Wensong?

Ji Yao's face turned extremely cold, "I told you to let him go—"

The bodyguard smiled and said, "Young master, we can't do anything if you keep spending time with us like this, but this kid... you think I'll break one of his hands and try it out first, do you think it's alright?"

Yan Shuang thought to himself that if this little bodyguard wasn't excellent at acting, then he was really ruthless.

There is no water in the tone.

It seems that as long as Ji Yao doesn't agree, in the next second, he will immediately interrupt one of Yan Shuang's hands.

Ji Yao's eyes changed.

Yan Shuang knew Ji Yao's personality very well.

Ji Yao's heart is quite arrogant, and being blackmailed is probably what he hates the most.

Yan Shuang thought that it was Ji Yao's limit that he could be so angry with Ji Yao that night.

It now seems that Ji Yao is far from the time to really break the defense that night.

"Don't force me."

Ji Yao paused every word, but his expression was extremely calm, as if something was about to break through the ice in his eyes.

"Ji Yao, hurry up," Yan Shuang continued to add fuel to the fire, "they will come, don't worry about me, you go first..."

The childish cold war between the two vanished in such a situation.

He doesn't know anything.

But he still didn't let him go.

Still choose... to protect him.

Ji Yao looked at Yan Shuang, and his expression revealed a **** loneliness.

"Bah-"

The harsh honk of the car blared.

A black car approached aggressively and stopped on the side of the road, and everyone looked away in unison.

Yan Shuang: Qin Dadan, I'm late again! Nearly ruined his deployment!

It was Wei Yichen who got off the driver's seat first.

Yan Shuang: It turns out that the housekeeper has resumed work. It's all right. There are so many people.

Wei Yichen didn't look at everyone including Yan Shuang, and immediately went to the back seat to open the car door when he got out of the car, and returned to his 100% perfect butler appearance.

Qin Yubai, who came down from the back seat, was dressed in a black suit with a white neckline and no decoration on his body. The only embellishment was the relaxed smile at the corner of his mouth, "What is this acting?"

"Mr. Qin."

The bodyguards knew people, and immediately bowed to Qin Yubai to say hello. The bodyguard who "controlled" Yan Shuang also let go of his hand, and stood aside, bent over and bowed his head.

The atmosphere changed again in an instant. The original scene where the sword was drawn at the touch of a button, the moment Qin Yubai appeared, the center of gravity shifted, and the whole scene became dominated by him.

Qin Yubai ignored the crowd and walked straight to Yan Shuang, looking at Yan Shuang with deep eyes, "Are you injured?"

Yan Shuang shook his head blankly, "No."

"I'll look at my hands."

The fair-skinned wrist was held in the palm of his hand and carefully inspected to make sure that there was no scar, Qin Yubai pulled Yanshuang's hand and said to the bodyguard: "You are so measured, Ji Wensong really knows how to train his subordinates. "

The content is praise, but the tone is full of sarcasm.

"I'm so sorry," the bodyguard said earnestly, bending over, "I didn't know this was yours."

His attitude changed drastically.

The threat of not giving an inch in front of Ji Yao, but in front of Qin Yubai, became respectful and fearful.

"I won't embarrass you," Qin Yubai said to the bodyguard, "I will negotiate with Ji Wensong about this matter," he looked down at Yan Shuang, his tone softened, "Let's go."

Yan Shuang was pulled by him, stopped again, and said in an uneasy way: "Ji Yao..."

Qin Yubai seemed to have discovered Ji Yao only now, glanced casually at the person, smiled at Yan Shuang, and said in a friendly tone, "This is someone else's family business, how can I take care of it?"

"But they beat him—"

"Oh?" Qin Yubai looked at the group of bodyguards with a half-smile, "This is your fault, after all, it is your young master, please be polite, he is also an 18-year-old, tell him well. Reason, does he still not listen?"

"Not a child anymore."

His tone was sarcastic with laughter.

It seemed to him that Ji Yao's struggle at the moment was nothing more than a child's play at home.

Yan Shuang was held in Qin Yubai's arms and forced into the car. He glanced back at Ji Yao for the last time before entering the car.

Ji Yao didn't know when he had lowered his face, the white shirt that never had a wrinkle had become unrecognizable in the chaotic fight, and he looked a little embarrassed.

As he expected, Qin Yubai "beat the drowning dog".

Just as Qin Yubai called Ji Yao "Ji Shao" every time.

Ji Yao is the young master of the Ji family, and everything he owns comes from this surname.

However, Qin Yubai was the master of the Qin family.

The surname Qin was respected in the circle because Qin Yubai gave it weight.

Maybe Ji Yao could vaguely perceive these things.

But he never seriously thinks about this issue, and rarely has the opportunity to face this gap head-on.

Your son is standing too high.

Yan Shuang had to kick him.

It was just right to use Qin Yubai's strength.

Yan Shuang retracted his gaze, Ji Yao's last appearance appeared in his mind, the corner of his mouth was slightly hooked, the wrinkled noble son...

—Welcome to the adult world.