I Can’t Be This Protagonist

Yan Shuang followed behind Ji Yao, clutching the collar with both hands artificially. Ji Yao walked very fast. In order to keep up with him, Yan Shuang trotted all the way, his neck was strangled by the collar that was too high, and he couldn't breathe.

The panting sound of "huchihuchi" entered his ears, and Ji Yao kept walking until he walked to the east back door of the campus.

"Go, where?"

The sound of timid questioning came, and it seemed that there was a distance, and Ji Yao stopped.

Yan Shuang blushed not far behind him, he let go of his grip on his clothes, put his hands on his knees, coughed and panted, sweat fell from his hair into his neck, and his physical strength was too exhausted. Obviously can't run.

Ji Yao's eyes passed over the embarrassed Yan Shuang without emotion, "Follow."

In fact, Yan Shuang is not tired at all, but he just pretended to be in line with Yan Shuang's current physical and psychological condition. He was **** by a man all night, and he was suspected of being caught by his roommate. He was weak physically and mentally, and now he is only pitiful What about the lamb.

The perimeter of the university campus is crammed with all kinds of shops, convenience stores, self-serve barbecues, KTVs, and… cheap chain hotels.

"A room."

Ji Yao turned around and said to Yan Shuang, whose face was full of alarm and fear: "Identification card."

"I-I didn't bring it."

Yan Shuang stepped back quietly.

"stop."

A cold voice came, pinning the footsteps he was trying to leave on the ground.

The front desk took Ji Yao's ID card and opened a room for him, handed the room card to Ji Yao, his eyes drifted over the shivering Yan Shuang, he lowered his head and snickered, now a college student .

"Follow."

Ji Yao ordered again.

Yan Shuang raised his face, the eyes behind the lenses were already red, he gently shook his head, "No."

Ji Yao frowned as if he saw something dirty.

"What are you thinking about?"

An icy tone that was so cold that it was almost disgusting.

The slender figure turned and walked towards the elevator, pressing the button, he didn't even look at it, and knew that Yan Shuang would still follow.

More cowardly than anyone he'd ever met.

Sure enough, when the elevator went down to the third floor, Yan Shuang was already approaching step by step. He grabbed the collar again, as if guarding his only last line of defense.

A couple of students came out of the elevator, clasping their hands tightly, the girl was blinded by Ji Yaodang, her lips were slightly open, and after being pulled away by her boyfriend, her eyes kept turning back.

"That's Ji Yao..."

"Keep your voice down," the boy said helplessly, "you're too loud."

The girl stuck her tongue out, hugged the boy's arm, stared back gossip, and a thin figure passed by and squeezed in before the elevator closed.

"Who is it?" The girl looked around on tiptoe.

"Don't look," the boy shook her arm, "It's private."

"Just curious."

How could this cold genius, who is known to almost the whole school, come to this hotel chain?

Yan Shuang leaned against the corner of the elevator and remained silent.

The elevator stopped on the seventh floor, Ji Yao walked out of the elevator, this time he didn't even bother to say a word, Yan Shuang shadow followed.

Swipe the card, open the room.

Ji Yao stood at the door but did not go in. He looked back at Yan Shuang who was hiding, "Go in."

Yan Shuang raised his face. He seemed to be afraid of Ji Yao, so he gathered up his courage and said, "What are you going to do?"

"You live here these few days," the indifferent voice made it impossible to tell whether he was well-intentioned or malicious, "don't go back to the dormitory."

"Yan Shuang", who has been humiliated and deprived of everything, has no masters, as long as he can escape other people's strange eyes, he will of course regard Ji Yao's proposal as a kind of goodwill.

But Yan Shuang hid behind the shivering body, and watched Ji Yao's disgust, impatience, and contempt from the sidelines.

Ji Yao, think he is dirty.

"Thank you, thank you," Yan Shuang stammered and thanked, but still didn't move, "It's... it's too expensive..."

"I'll take charge."

Yan Shuang: I'm taking your mother's mouth. What do I say, I can't open a higher-end hotel?

Another cut.

Gan.

Seeing that Yan Shuang was still dawdling and unwilling to move, Ji Yao had to turn around, his arms swept towards Yan Shuang, and Yan Shuang's eyes were full of flowers, and Ji Yao had been pushed into the room by force.

"It's clean, come back."

Ji Yao left such a sentence and turned to leave.

"Wait—" Yan Shuang hurriedly grabbed Ji Yao's arm.

The moment Yan Shuang's hand grabbed it, Ji Yao threw off his hand like a conditional launch.

"what-"

Yan Shuang pretended to fall to the ground.

Within a day, he was thrown to the ground by two scumbags.

There really is his.

The black hair of the young man who fell in embarrassment covered the upper half of his face, and the lower half of his face was pale.

And...scarred lips.

"Are you okay?" Ji Yao frowned, he just asked, and didn't plan to help.

Yan Shuang lay on the ground and spent three seconds thinking about whether it is illegal to touch porcelain and corrupt money now.

I don't know, try it first.

"I... can't seem to stand up..."

His legs curled up hard, his thin figure was like a piece of paper soaked in water, the boy who fell to the ground grabbed his collar, his face was full of tears when he raised his face, "Ji Yao, I can't stand up anymore. ."

The voice in his throat trembled and broke.

The boy seemed to have endured to the limit and burst into tears.

When he cried, he was still restrained, only his shirt was gradually soaked with tears, his entire face was silently wrinkled together, and a white mist formed on the lenses.

A door separates the two worlds.

Ji Yao stood outside the door, watching Yan Shuang crying uncontrollably, he felt as if he should do something, so he condescendingly touched the door handle of the cheap hotel, and then closed the door.

Yan Shuang in the room: "..." This is so **** ruthless!

Is this something that 10% of the emotional line progress can do? !

Even if Qin Yubai's slutty beast is here, watching him cry, at least he has to... er, give him a shot?

Yan Shuang stopped crying immediately, took off his foggy glasses, and wiped the lenses with Ji Yao's shirt, his beautiful face was full of displeasure.

The sell-out tactics failed.

No, Ji Yao should clearly like this one.

Shouldn't the strategy be changed? Unscientific, his judgment of the situation could be wrong?

"Are you finished crying?"

Ji Yao's voice came from outside the door.

Yan Shuang pricked up his ears, yo hoo, he didn't go.

He said that his judgment on Ji Yao would not be wrong.

Ji Yao, he loves Qin Qing, and Yan Shuang loves Wu and Wu. In any case, he can't bear to see Yan Shuang so miserable, which will make him have bad associations.

Qin Qing was an orphan and was adopted by the Qin family to become the eldest young master.

If Qin Qing hadn't been adopted by the Qin family, would he live in misery and be displaced?

Yan Shuang is like another possibility of Qin Qing's life.

Ji Yao doesn't allow this kind of thing to happen, that's why he goes to pull Yan Shuang again and again.

Yan Shuang slowly wiped the lenses while making an uncontrollable cry from his throat.

He is really good at acting. He passed the bookstore entry exam, and he got full marks for acting.

After fake crying for a while, after wiping the glasses clean, Yan Shuang breathed a sigh of relief on the glasses before putting them back on.

The door was gently pulled open.

Ji Yao stood at the door and glanced at Yan Shuang's still white foggy glasses, "What did you want to say just now?" The tone has softened a little.

"I-I want to ask you to bring my schoolbag for me..." Yan Shuang raised his head and glanced at Ji Yao quickly, then lowered his head in shock, "Excuse me..."

"I'll bring you literature class," Ji Yao said patiently, "Is there anything else?"

Yan Shuang shook his head.

Ji Yao turned to leave, but stopped, he said to Yan Shuang, "It's no use crying, you can only stand up on your own."

Yan Shuang raised his eyebrows secretly, thinking that this is the conversation that should happen at 10% of the progress of the love line.

Ji Yao walked for about ten minutes, and Yan Shuang determined that he should have left the hotel, so he hurriedly kicked downstairs to the front desk of the hotel.

The front desk saw him from a distance, and was very impressed with Yan Shuang, because the guy who came to open the room with him was a very handsome boy, and his ID card was still with him, his name was Ji Yao, and the address on the ID card was not allowed. Yes, the famous mansion in the city.

A tall, rich and handsome boy brought an ordinary crying boy to open the room, and he came down in less than ten minutes.

Yan Shuang walked to the front desk, and the front desk greeted him first, "Hello, do you need any help?"

Yan Shuang: "Hello, I want to ask the room that the person opened for me just now, is it early?"

front desk:"…"

Front desk: "Including, you can go to the restaurant to eat before 9 in the morning."

"thanks."

Yan Shuang was satisfied and saved another meal.

There are air conditioners blowing, and breakfast is eaten, which is wonderful.

The literature class was in the fourth quarter of the morning. Yan Shuang borrowed a pen and paper from the front desk and taught himself an online class in his room.

Yesterday, Qin Yubai called him away from the class and was late. He studied for an hour before Qin Yubai came and didn't finish it. The teacher gave too much information.

There is still a period of time before the literature class. He should be able to finish it quickly, squeeze in time, and do his homework for posting on the forum.

The teacher in the original book didn't say anything on the surface, but secretly turned around and deducted Yan Shuang's usual score.

This time, Yan Shuang believed that he should still win a little bit of the teacher's favor, but it wasn't enough.

An excellent homework can completely reverse the teacher's bad impression of him.

Yan Shuang managed the time very well and finished posting before the class alarm clock he set went off.

Seeing the words "Posted successfully" popping up on the screen of the mobile phone, Yan Shuang breathed a sigh of relief, stretched his waist, and went to class.

This literature class is European literature, and it is also a big class. Yan Shuang came to the classroom empty-handed ahead of time, still occupying the middle of the class, on the edge of the corridor in the middle.

"Is there anyone here?"

Someone came to ask Yan Shuang's side.

Yan Shuang hesitated for a moment, "Someone."

The classroom was gradually filled with students coming to class. At least seven or eight people came to ask if there was anyone in the seat next to Yan Shuang, and Yan Shuang apologized to them.

The class is about to start, and Ji Yao hasn't appeared yet.

The huge lecture hall was almost full.

The professor came in with a briefcase, glanced around the classroom, and immediately noticed the abnormality.

In the crowded classroom, a vacant seat suddenly appeared in the center, and the professor pointed, "Who is it?"

The classroom was silent.

"Class is about to start." The professor turned on the computer, connected the projector, and was still joking, "Hurry up and call him back." He took it for granted that this vacant seat was occupied, and he just walked away temporarily.

Those in the know have already started whispering and passing words to each other, all of which have their eyes fixed on the thin, curving back.

"Who is that, do you know?"

"I don't know, I have no impression."

"Look, he didn't bring books, did other colleges come to us to take classes?"

"Sit in such a good position for class?"

"People come first, don't they take that."

"One person occupies two, and I don't think he is fat."

Laughter broke out suddenly in a small area.

The professor on the stage raised his head and smiled, "What are you laughing at? Say it and let the teacher laugh together."

The students under the stage covered their mouths and waved their hands, snickering.

The people next to Yan Shuang's seat were still concerned about him, "Hey, who are you helping to occupy?"

Yan Shuang lowered his head and remained silent.

"Okay, all be quiet, today we're going to talk about this European literature... oh, Ji Yao is here," the professor knew this "big celebrity", and saw that he was still carrying a schoolbag, he laughed, "It's pretty good. I'm good."

Ji Yao nodded to the professor, "Hello, teacher." His eyes swept into the classroom.

In the center of the classroom, a person raised his head and waved to him slightly, with a bright look on his face, his eyes behind his glasses squinted at him, full of unconcealed expectations. .

"Ji Yao, here."

Mouth is silent.

Almost everyone, including the professor, watched Ji Yao slowly walk towards the empty seat.

His footsteps stopped beside him, and Yan Shuang lowered his voice, "I thought you weren't coming..." There was a little happiness in his tone.

The schoolbag simply landed on Yanshuang's knees from mid-air, and slammed it neither lightly nor heavy, but the words that Yanshuang wanted to say behind him stopped abruptly.

The hands that helped him carry the schoolbag were quickly retracted and put back into his pockets.

Ji Yao passed him without saying a word - walked towards the back of the classroom.