I Can’t Be This Protagonist

When Yan Shuang mentioned his lifelong good friend, Cui Zheng was only shocked.

And when Ji Yao was silent for a long time and said "yes", Cui Zheng couldn't help roaring in his heart: Ji Yao, do you know what a friend in the Xinhua dictionary means, so you agreed? !

Yan Shuang was not surprised by Ji Yao's answer.

This was originally the plot where Ji Yao and Yan Shuang would go.

The only difference is that in the original plot, when Ji Yao asked Yan Shuang to donate a kidney for Qin Qing, Yan Shuang forced to ask Ji Yao what their relationship was.

In a situation where two people have already rolled the sheets not knowing how many times.

Ji Yao replied - "Friend."

It is reasonable to move the plot to use it in advance.

And he was kind enough to add the deadline to a lifetime.

Until he left this world, Ji Yao could have the title of his "good friend", and he felt glory for Ji Yao when he thought about it.

"Thank you, Ji Yao," Yan Shuang's voice was slightly choked, and he opened his arms, "Can you hug me, as a friend."

The balcony was dimly lit, and his face was full of cautious anticipation, and although he had been pretending to be free and easy, his red eyes still revealed how difficult he had been before he came.

I must have cried for a long time.

Ji Yao knew the truth, but he couldn't tell.

Because doing that might hurt another innocent person.

Between the two, there is no choice in his heart at all. Compared with the person who was always in his heart when he was young, Yan Shuang's weight is... too light.

He could only satisfy Yan Shuang's innocuous request.

The Qingjun boy opened his arms hesitantly.

The night wind was cool, and the faint citrus aroma was blown everywhere.

Embrace strange and stiff.

Soft cheeks pressed against his chest, that was another person's temperature, and his heart accelerated slightly uncontrollably.

Such a hug has nothing to do with any feelings, it can only be regarded as... a compensation.

"Ji Yao."

"do you know?"

"You are my only friend."

Yan Shuang was buried in Ji Yao's arms and muttered, his words were full of trust and attachment.

"From childhood to adulthood, you were the first person besides my mother who was willing to care about me."

"Every time you get angry with me, you actually care about me, for my own good, right?"

He raised his face in Ji Yao's arms, his red eyes glowed with urgency, he had just lost his love and desperately needed to find another kind of emotional solace.

How could his only friend let him down?

"Ok."

His voice was low, and it sounded particularly reassuring. His picturesque brows and eyes lost a trace of beauty, and they showed steadiness after restraining their sharpness.

Looking at each other, they both saw each other's changes in each other's eyes.

The eyes are intertwined, and the feelings are inexplicable.

Both of them seemed to feel that the gaze at the moment was inappropriate, but neither of them looked away first, as if whoever moved first was guilty.

Open-minded friends, simple hugs, why dare not meet each other?

"Ji Yao..."

Yan Shuang opened his mouth to meet Ji Yao's deep eyes, he held Ji Yao's arm, the thin shirt revealed the warmth of the human body and returned to his fingertips, he whispered: "Tonight, can we sleep together? "

"puff--"

Cui Zheng met the gazes of the two of them, covered his mouth and waved his hands vigorously. The half of his exposed face was twisted into a human shape. He stepped back and said vaguely, "I didn't hear anything..."

He admitted that he was sloppy.

Where is this little green tea?

Is this a piranha? !

As soon as the upper and lower lips move, they rush to eat people!

Under Ji Yao's gaze, Cui Zheng withdrew from the living room and turned to the corridor, signaling that he would not eavesdrop.

When Ji Yao's eyes looked at Yan Shuang again, Yan Shuang's face was already red, "Don't get me wrong, I mean like in the dormitory... just sleeping in one room, I have a lot to tell you, these two Too many things have happened in the sky... After you go back, your family will not embarrass you..."

"Did you have meal?"

Ji Yao interrupted, obviously not talking about his own family affairs.

Yan Shuang looked at Ji Yao's expression without a trace, thinking that Ji Wensong must have cleaned up Ji Yao severely.

According to Ji Wensong's temper, Ji Yao's pride must have been pulled down and stepped on the soles of his feet.

Otherwise, when Ji Yao came over, why did he look so bleak and depressed?

The noble son lives in his own world, and his world is unbreakable. He needs someone to help him break him, so that he can build his own will into the process of helping him rebuild the world.

He helped Ji Wensong get the cold son he was looking for.

Only get paid the same amount.

"No," Yan Shuang shook his head, "what about you?"

Ji Yao just said casually to avoid Yan Shuang's questioning, but after Yan Shuang asked back, he didn't want to say anything.

In the past two days at home, he hardly ate anything.

Ji Yao suddenly remembered something and said, "Why did you come here?"

Yan Shuang explained it in a few words and half-truth.

It was Cui Zheng who contacted him before, but he ignored it. When he came out of Qin's house this time, he happened to meet Cui Zheng, and Cui Zheng brought him back.

Ji Yao didn't think much, just said: "Next time, don't get into a stranger's car casually."

Yan Shuang nodded lightly and explained, "I knew he knew you, so I got into his car."

The people Ji Yao wanted to know him were not necessarily good people.

Like his father...

"Have you two finished talking?"

Cui Zheng emerged from the corridor, and his expression had returned to a look of laughter, "I'm hungry, so I ordered a takeaway. Would you like to eat together?"

There was nothing to eat around at night. Cui Zheng ordered a pizza and satiate his hunger. He ate all the melons today, and the pizza was tasteless. In the end, he wiped his hands and said, "I have already packed the guest room, you You two can sleep there tonight."

Yan Shuang lowered his head with a slightly embarrassed expression, "Is there still a quilt? I can lay the floor."

Cui Zheng glanced at Ji Yao and said, "Yes, it's in the cabinet."

"thanks."

Ji Yao has been silent for a long time, and has not made any comments.

Cui Zheng could see that Ji Yao acquiesced.

He was a bystander and knew Ji Yao quite well.

The brain is undoubtedly a genius, and it is a little weird when it comes to dealing with people.

He seems to be forming his own system.

Puts all the people he meets in his life in their corresponding positions step by step.

Rigid and inflexible.

I don't know where Yan Shuang is currently in his heart.

Should be not low.

The space of the guest bedroom is not small, because no one has lived there for a long time, and there is no furniture in it, so it looks very empty.

Yan Shuang found a quilt from the closet, placed it next to the big bed, found a thin quilt to cover it, and distributed a pillow from the big bed to the floor.

He carefully made a small bed, sat on the quilt, raised his head and smiled slightly at Ji Yao who was standing, "We seem to be sleeping in one room for the first time."

Ji Yao looked down at him and said after a while, "Get up."

Yan Shuang didn't know why, so he stood up obediently.

Afterwards, Ji Yao sat where Yan Shuang had just sat, raised his head and put his clothes on and lay down.

"Ji Yao..." Yan Shuang's expression suddenly showed a hint of panic, "That's where I slept, you sleep in bed."

"I don't like sleeping in the top bunk."

Yan Shuang almost laughed.

Ji Yao always says something serious and makes people want to laugh.

Maybe he was too serious.

Occasionally a joke sounds particularly playful.

Yan Shuang squatted down, leaning on the high bed, staring at Ji Yao's face softly.

Ji Yao let him look at it for a while, then suddenly stretched out his arm, and when his slender arm touched the wall, the whole room fell into darkness.

Night can best conceal a person and release a person best.

Because they can't see each other, they seem to be getting closer.

Yan Shuang said he had a lot to say, but at this moment he said nothing.

He just sat, and his eyes no longer fell on Ji Yao.

The two of them entered a state of emptiness at the same time.

Since childhood, Ji Yao was often alone.

He was used to being alone, and it was difficult to judge whether he liked it or not.

Having someone clearly by my side, like now, is a fresh and peculiar experience.

He is so quiet.

Ji Yao thought to himself.

The room was filled with the sound of another person's breathing, the rhythm was different, and no one was deliberately converging.

This quietness can almost be regarded as a kind of enjoyment.

Ji Yao's tired body and mind finally got a breather at this moment.

After a long time, a soft voice rang in the empty room.

"I'll never cry again."

There was firm determination in his tone.

After a brief silence, Ji Yao replied lightly, "It's okay to cry."

It is this kind of gentleness that comes from the heart without hypocrisy that can most move people's hearts.

He only has the arrogance of a noble son, but he does not have the arrogance of excess ego.

He's in his own way, he's just himself.

"Ji Yao, I have a gift for you."

His arm was suddenly pulled up, and a small box gently landed in his palm.

"I made it myself."

"Actually, on the day of vacation...I wanted to give you the last class, but...we were still arguing at that time..."

Yan Shuang's tone was shy.

"In the future, we will never fight again, okay?"

The box is very light.

There is a high probability that the contents inside are not expensive items, but it may be the most precious item he can take out.

Ji Yao lightly grasped the box.

"good."

Loud.

Yan Shuang smiled, he sat up and climbed into the bed, lying on the bed, and said softly, "Good night."

"good friend."

The next morning, as soon as Cui Zheng woke up, he went to see what was going on with the two of them, and found that Ji Yao still looked like an innocent little virgin. down?"

Yan Shuang said lightly: "Yes, but it is not necessary."

Cui Zheng: "..."

"I worked so hard to get people here for you..." Cui Zheng complained in a low voice.

"Really?" Yan Shuang glanced at him with a half-smile, "Did you really bring people here?"

Cui Zheng was stunned.

"I'm ready."

Ji Yao came out of the bathroom.

Yan Shuang immediately changed into Xiaobai's face, "Then let's go back to school, Cui Zheng, can you give us a ride?"

"Ah, alright..."

Cui Zheng said confusedly, and after entering the elevator with the car keys and the two of them, he was still thinking about what Yan Shuang had just said and the look on his face.

In the chaos in his mind, Ji Wensong's expression when he answered the phone call from someone who didn't know who was calling suddenly appeared.

"Ding--"

The sound of the elevator opening interrupted Cui Zheng's thoughts. He suddenly returned to his senses. Before he had time to think about how he could have such absurd associations, when he saw the person entering the elevator, his head crashed again, and he subconsciously said: " Doctor Qi!"

The voice was too high, causing Ji Yao a faint glance.

The gray pupils collided with the young man's eyes, then moved away, Qi Feiyun entered the elevator and stood in the vacant position in the elevator.

Cui Zheng involuntarily used his peripheral vision to peek at Yan Shuang.

Yan Shuang is bowing his head, standing between Ji Yao and Qi Feiyun.

Cui Zheng: "..." Shit, why is he getting excited?

The floor on the elevator screen gradually descends.

The doctor's hand that was hanging on the side was suddenly touched lightly, and he lowered his eyes, it turned out that the sleeve of the boy's coat was too long and touched him.

"Excuse me."

The boy apologized softly to him, drawing the attention of another boy beside him.

"What's wrong?"

"The sleeve accidentally touched."

The brief conversation shows the intimacy of the two.

Gray eyes stared at the elevator screen without squinting, his face sinking like water.

"Ding--"

The elevator door opened.

The four people in the elevator filed out, the doctor was the closest to the button, and he stayed last, holding down the door button with grace.

The boy brushed past him.

The hand holding the briefcase was touched again, and the soft finger pulp swept across the tight blue veins on the back of the hand. The touch was smooth and delicate.

The boy glanced back slightly, hitting the doctor's smoky gray pupils.

He raised his shoulders, and the wide coat on his body slipped slightly, revealing a slender neck.

The kiss is faint.

The cold boy beside him seemed to notice it, and reached out his hand to automatically close his coat for him.

The boy grabbed the arm of the person beside him with both hands, looked up and smiled, infinitely dependent.

Yan Shuang walked not far, and the phone vibrated slightly.

He took out his mobile phone, saw the prompt in the upper right corner of the mailbox, and paused.

Ji Yao was dragged and followed by him, and his eyes were fixed.

Yan Shuang raised his mobile phone, "The teacher urged the homework."

"Group work?"

"Ok."

Yan Shuang smiled, took the initiative to sit in the back seat of the car with limited space, turned on his mobile phone, and clicked on the red reminder on the mailbox.

Sender - Qi Feiyun.

"the first time."

Yan Shuang replied: "What do you mean, Mr. Qi, do you want to say that it was your first time yesterday? Do you want me to be responsible? You said it earlier, I would. I like you the most, Mr. Qi."

There was another reply after a while.

"the second time."

Yan Shuang understood.

There are only three things, this is Qi Feiyun's hint to him.

If you provoke him again, he will probably shoot.

Yan Shuang wondered if Qi Feiyun wanted him to stop here, or would he continue to provoke him?

The doctor sat at the desk with his mobile phone in his hand, and the mailbox that was reloaded on the desk kept beating with reminders.

Thumbs crossed one by one.

The name did not appear again.

He was smart enough to guess what he meant.

As he expected, he got it and immediately left it behind.

The gray eyes were inexplicably dark under the reflection of the light from the phone screen.

What a bad boy.

Undisciplined.