I Can’t Be This Protagonist

"When it comes to ancient Greek literature, the same-sex complex must be unavoidable, and many European writers are also deeply influenced by it."

"Classmates," the professor adjusted his glasses, "do you think this is an interesting topic?"

The students present all laughed.

"For example, this famous Socrates, whose pupil Alcibiades fell deeply in love with this older teacher..."

There was another burst of laughter from the audience.

The professor hurriedly said, "I'm already married, and I'm very in love with your wife. Don't get me wrong, male classmates."

After a class, the laughter was almost never heard.

The professor is knowledgeable, citing scriptures, humorous and not rigid in class. Yan Shuang listens very carefully and takes notes. When listening to the class, he is completely focused and immersed in the joy of learning. To be precise, he improved his grades and won a scholarship. hapiness.

"The homework after school has been sent to the public mailbox. I remind everyone that this homework is a group homework. Form a team by yourself. The theme is very interesting. I look forward to your performance."

The professor's expression connoted, he sold out, he laughed and packed up and left.

"Walk around, canteen canteen."

"Which canteen to go to? East canteen or west canteen..."

"Go to the East Cafeteria and eat dumplings."

The students went to the cafeteria or off-campus to eat in groups of three or five, and only Yan Shuang was silently sorting out the pen and paper beside the abrupt vacant seat.

This is the advantage of being a transparent person. Even if there is a big ugliness, it will be over with a smile from others, and you won't really care about what's going on behind the scenes.

The low temperature brushed past him, and Yan Shuang quickly chased after him.

The crowd poured out of the teaching building, there were too many people, the stairs were crowded and noisy, but there were few people around Ji Yao as if there was an enchantment.

From this teaching building, there are three paths, one to the cafeteria, one to the school gate, and one to the dormitory building.

Ji Yao chose the one with the fewest people.

He really went to the class empty-handed, and he didn't even listen to a single class, and occasionally glanced at the back...

Ji Yao's footsteps stopped, he didn't look back, and said, "What are you doing with me?"

"I-I'm going back to the dormitory too, to get a change of clothes..."

The slender figure walked to the remote path on the other side without hesitation.

Yan Shuang narrowed his eyes.

Do you think so?

Is it because it is dirty and clean, or is it afraid of getting addicted to it?

He remembered clearly that Ji Yao's number of indescribable plots against Yan Shuang was second only to that of human extreme sports enthusiast Qi Feiyun.

The boy is boring.

According to the original plot character, Yan Shuang, who received the crit at this time, will definitely stand there dumbfounded and cry.

Anyway, Ji Yao won't look back. Whoever loves him will leave.

There was no one in the dormitory, but it saved Yan Shuang's efforts to explain to others. He packed a change of clothes from the cabinet and stuffed them into the schoolbag. Yan Shuang also had to go to lunch.

Hey, it would be nice if someone gave him a free lunch now.

"Om-"

There was movement from the phone.

Yan Shuang took it out and took a look.

Someone sent him a message, just two words - "back door."

Under the plane tree at the back door of the school, familiar luxury cars, familiar men, familiar prostitution opportunities.

"Get in the car." Wei Yichen opened the rear door.

Yan Shuang walked directly around him, walked straight to the co-pilot's side, pulled the car door and fastened his seat belt, and in one go, he waved to Wei Yichen who was still outside the car, "Master, drive."

"Mr. Wei, Assistant Wei, can we discuss something?"

As soon as Wei Yichen got in the car, Yan Shuang turned his face away, and his tone was pretentious.

Wei Yichen ignored him, and Yan Shuang said softly, "Brother Wei..."

"can not."

Yan Shuang said to himself: "Next time you come to pick me up, you will be 10 minutes in advance, no, just five minutes. Just let me know."

"What?" Wei Yichen glanced at Yan Shuang sarcastically, "Do you want to spare time to put on makeup, Mr. Yan?"

He emphasized the word "Sir", and the humiliation was self-evident.

"No," Yan Shuang looked innocent, "I'll leave time to wash my butt."

The palm holding the steering wheel tightened, Wei Yichen's face was cold, and he stopped answering.

"Where are you going? This is not the way to the hotel." Yan Shuang leaned on the car window and looked out, wondering if Wei Yichen was going to send him to Qin's house, the plot went so fast? Then didn't he save hundreds of food bills?

Wei Yichen drove the car into the tree-lined path without saying a word, and stopped at a quiet manor all the way.

Yan Bibian got off the car and said, "I still have classes in the afternoon, so I can't skip class anymore."

It took at least fifteen minutes on the road, and if you count the time, he would have to go back after staying here for an hour at most.

Wei Yichen ignored him, "Mr. Yan, please come here."

Yan Shuang followed behind him carrying his schoolbag, and said dissatisfiedly, "Is Qin Yubai a dog? Didn't he just do it all night last night? It's only noon."

Wei Yichen's temple jumped abruptly, and said coldly, "President Qin asked you to accompany him to dinner."

"what?"

The original book doesn't have this plot.

It seems that the power of the butterfly effect has already begun to take shape in this book.

Very good, speed up, speed up all!

The more plots like this that can be both prostitutes and emotional lines, the better!

Yan Shuang's "Ah?" seemed to be saying, "Why don't you ask him to come to bed?"

Wei Yichen seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. He stopped, turned around and said to Yan Shuang, "Mr. Yan, please respect yourself."

Yan Shuang opened his mouth, "What did you say? Make me respect myself?"

"Yes, as you said, it's daytime."

Yan Shuang smiled, he took a step forward, put his finger on Wei Yichen's black tie, his eyes shot straight into Wei Yichen's eyes through the lens, "During the day, you can also do bad things..."

Wei Yichen's lips moved, and before he could speak, Yan Shuang let go of his hand and his expression lightened, "Especially for animals." He rubbed Wei Yichen's shoulder heavily, knocking Wei Yichen's straight suit a little lightly. Wrinkled, looking back at Wei Yichen, he raised a sweet smile again, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about your boss, I'm talking about...myself."

This is a red winery.

Qin Yubai is private.

After entertaining the guests, Qin Yubai suddenly felt very tired. He wanted to hear Qin Qing's voice, or have lunch with Qin Qing, and called home, but the servant said that Qin Qing had gone to bed after eating.

"Let him sleep, don't wake him up." Qin Yubai asked with a gentle expression, hung up the phone, and sent Wei Yichen to pick him up to talk to him as a substitute for comfort.

And now, this substitute is holding a silver fork in his right hand and picking up a whole piece of steak, eating it like a starving ghost reincarnated.

Qin Yubai held the knife and fork and said coldly, "Are you a wild dog?"

Yan Shuang ate meat, he didn't even eat breakfast, he was starving to death.

Seeing that Qin Yubai invited him to lunch, he would not fight him.

"Wei Yichen," Qin Yubai instructed the housekeeper's assistant, who stood quietly with his hands down, "find some time to teach this wild dog how to eat Western food."

Wei Yichen, who had seen Yan Shuang's perfect dining etiquette, bowed his head and responded respectfully.

"Ok," Yan Shuang dried up a steak in one breath, and then finished all the side dishes on the plate, feeling quite full, "I'm done, you can take it slow."

Yan Shuang got up.

"sit down-"

Qin Yu said coldly and sternly.

"You forgot your identity again?"

The hand on the dining table slowly loosened, Yan Shuang sat down and looked at Qin Yubai defiantly, "Mr. Qin, you don't need to keep reminding me of my identity, if it wasn't for that contract, I wouldn't want to see you at all. ."

"Really?" Qin Yubai took a sip of red wine and sneered, "Who was pestering me last night? Are the sheets wet?"

Yan Shuang's face flushed instantly, he slapped the table angrily, "Mr. Qin! It's daytime!"

Wei Yichen: "..."

"During the day?" Qin Yu shook the red wine glass, but the smile disappeared, and said coldly, "Come here."

Yan Shuang: No, you have to go to class, bastard!

"A disobedient servant will pay a price."

Qin Yubai leaned back slightly and said to Wei Yichen, "Call and ask Yan Guofu to go to the cold storage to cool down."

Yan Shuang didn't move.

"I've heard that people who stay in the cold storage for more than eight hours can become paralyzed in their lower limbs..."

Yan Shuang stood up.

Da Baa.

Yan Guofu is his strong labor force! How can you be paralyzed!

Qin Yubai chuckled lightly.

Even if Yan Shuang pretended, he couldn't hide his concern for the only relative, even if it wasn't his biological father.

Yan Shuang walked to Qin Yubai's side.

Qin Yubai: "Squat down."

Yan Shuang did as he was told.

Qin Yubai: "..."

"I asked you to squat down, not to squat down like a gangster on the street," Qin Yubai pinched Yan Shuang's chin, "or do you want Yan Guofu to go to jail?"

Yan Shuang had no choice but to change to a better squatting position.

Scum attack is so particular about it, really.

Qin Yubai's eyes slumped, and only then did he notice that Yan Shuang was wearing a shirt with a very high collar and a very wide and ill-fitting shirt.

Judging from his vicious eyes, this shirt is not something that is sold cheaply in a street store, but rather a custom made one.

Qin Yubai released the hand that held Yan Shuang's chin, and suddenly pulled Yan Shuang into his arms.

"Let me go—" Yan Shuang struggled, "I'm going back to class."

Qin Yubai clasped his waist with one hand, and reached into the high buttoned collar with the other hand, and slammed the collar outwards.

A piece of silk is sewn on the inside of the collar, and a flowered English letter-Y is embroidered on the silk.

"Cough cough..." Yan Shuang was restrained by Qin Yubai, but the pain was blocked, and he could only feel the heat from his face to his neck rapidly, "Let... let go..."

The boy's snow-white face was stained with blood from breathing difficulties, Wei Yichen's eyes moved slightly, and he reminded softly, "President Qin."

The person in his arms was struggling weakly, and the "Y" in the flower body was swaying under his eyes, like a face, mocking him. Qin Yubai glanced at Wei Yichen coldly, and finally let go of his strength and pushed Yan Shuang up. Throw it aside.

Yan Shuang fell to the ground and coughed.

I thought it was a three-time brace today.

Lost again.

"Clothes, whose?"

Qin Yu said indifferently.

Yan Shuang's cough gradually weakened. He covered his neck and lowered his head without saying a word.

"You really are..." Qin Yubai raised the red wine glass beside the table, bent over, "very disobedient."

Such an expensive shirt that clearly belonged to a man, wearing it on his little servant really made him... rage.

The slightly cold wine was slowly poured onto the snow-white shirt.

Yan Shuang didn't move, his black hair covered the upper half of his face, which also covered most of his expression. Qin Yubai only saw the stubbornly pursed lips. Yan Shuang seemed to be determined not to open his mouth. To conceal the name of the owner of this shirt.

The bright red liquor on the clothes slowly spread silently.

The melodious music sounded in the quiet room, breaking the stalemate in the room.

Qin Yu's eyes fell on Yan Shuang's torn canvas bag, and he raised his chin at Wei Yichen.

Wei Yichen understood it, opened the schoolbag, and was stunned when he saw the change of clothes inside, and then pretended he didn't see it, and took out the top mobile phone.

"Give me back—"

Yan Shuang, who had been quiet for a while, suddenly burst out and grabbed the phone in Wei Yichen's hand.

Qin Yu stood up abruptly, held Yan Shuang in his arms with one hand, and took the phone from Wei Yichen.

It is an unsaved number.

Qin Yubai's arms were sideways, trapping Yan Shuang like a chain, his lips pressed against Yan Shuang's thin ears, and the heat was surging, "Who?"

Yan Shuang was just silent.

Die of laughter, how can he know the number that is not saved.

Qin Yubai slid off the answer button with a cold face, and then turned on the speakerphone.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for two seconds, and an unexpected but very familiar voice came from the speaker.

Cold, with as if innate pride.

"where?"

"Why don't you go back to the hotel?"