I Can’t Be This Protagonist

"Om-"

The fingerprint error prompt sounded three times, and the remote alarm message jumped out.

Yan Shuang smiled.

Sure enough, not everyone is a green hat slave.

The doctor's temper is really big.

They all kindly gave him the live version, why did they delete all his fingerprints?

hateful.

Did Qi Feiyun take Qin Yubai's instructions into account?

The next time he sees Qin Yubai, he will complain in a strange way.

With the busyness of the doctor, it is estimated that he will not be able to return until the middle of the night.

Yan Shuang simply sat down at the door.

There are two scumbags on the first floor, whoever comes back first will pick him up, it's just fair.

Busy all day, it’s more tiring than boxing, but it’s still different. Doing what you like will never get tired. Surrounded by sweet cakes, Sheng Guangming feels that the whole person has become relaxed. stand up.

This ease only lasts until the moment the elevator door opens.

The lights in the corridor were on, and the thin figure at the door was clearly illuminated, making it impossible to ignore.

Dilapidated canvas bags are piled at his feet, a book is spread on his knees, and he is writing with his head down with a pen in his hand.

Yan Shuang looked like a child who forgot his key and could only do his homework at the door.

When the elevator was about to close again, Sheng Guangming pressed the button and stepped out of the elevator as if he had just woken up from a dream.

The person sitting on the ground raised his face when he heard the movement, Yan Shuang just glanced at him lightly, and continued to lower his head without saying hello to him uncharacteristically.

Sheng Guangming was ready to greet each other, the syllables came to his mouth, and the picture of the falling black hair choked the "good evening" he was about to say in his throat.

He was stunned, then glanced at the closed door next door, lowered his eyelashes, and opened his own door without saying a word.

It was Yan Shuang who took the initiative to say hello before.

They don't seem to be in a relationship that can say hello.

"Bam—"

The heavy door closed, Sheng Guangming put down the bag and took off his coat.

The image that I just saw appeared in my mind.

Got kicked out last night.

Here again today.

Putting his coat on a hanger, he put the unfinished pastries in the kitchen. Sheng Guangming washed his hands and shook his head.

The refrigerator door was opened, and the cold beer he bought earlier was neatly placed inside.

The image of the two drinking beer together came to mind again.

I don't know why, but I always care about this person.

A... an excellent boy who goes astray is always a pity.

Everyone has their own choices, and a person as smart as him should not be able to give advice to others.

Sheng Guangming calmed down and took out a can of beer.

I ate too many sweets today, and there is too much sweetness in my mouth. It’s better to eat some refreshing side dishes at night.

After working in the kitchen for a while, there was a cold dish and a stir-fry on the table. Beer and fried noodles were placed on the table. It was a very bachelor's dinner.

Sheng Guangming was very satisfied. After eating two bites, the chopsticks were slowly put down, and his eyes involuntarily looked at the dark door.

He moved to the door, turned on the outdoor surveillance, and only vaguely saw a silhouette still sitting on the ground.

It had been at least an hour since he came back.

Unconsciously, his hand was on the doorknob.

Sheng Guangming looked down at his wrist and said to himself, "Is it your own business? I didn't disturb you, what's your business?"

The palm is slowly released.

Back at the table, Sheng Guangming took out his mobile phone and ate dinner while watching videos of cake making uploaded by others.

After finishing all the cleaning work after dinner, Sheng Guangming put on his night running clothes, jumped in place in the living room twice and pushed open the door. He lowered his head and tried his best to avoid the sight of the people around him. .

As a result, he was overthinking.

From the time he came out to the closing of the elevator door, Yan Shuang kept his head down.

Sheng Guangming frowned slightly. He remembered that Yan Shuang used his fingerprints to open the lock before. When he saw it, he felt that the neighbor's heart was really big. Why... Did the neighbor delete Yan Shuang's fingerprint?

So why did Yan Shuang come?

in argument?

Does this relationship... also quarrel?

The doubts in his heart were not answered until the end of the night run.

Yan Shuang was still sitting at the door, but he was not reading a book. He bent down, leaned his side face on his knees, and looked at the window at the end of the corridor.

Sheng Guangming calmed down his panting after exercising, walked hesitantly to the door of his house, and when he reached out to open the door, he finally couldn't help but open his mouth.

"Are you waiting for him?"

Why did he say nonsense as soon as he opened his mouth, Sheng Guangming frowned quietly.

"Ok."

To be too brief to reply.

Yan Shuang seemed to have lost interest in communicating with him all of a sudden.

It was clear that when we met tomorrow, he was still shouting "Mr. Sheng" and "Mr. Sheng" and seemed to talk a lot.

Since when?

It seems that after Xiao Li talked about Mr. Zhang's son, Yan Shuang's whole person suddenly became gloomy.

Sheng Guangming opened the door while thinking about it, and after gently closing the door, a word in the complicated words during the day suddenly jumped into his mind.

"gambling debt".

The door that had just been brought was pushed open with a backhand.

"Would you like to... come in and wait?"

Sheng Guangming's home is the same as Qi Feiyun's, but the interior decoration is completely different.

A large number of bright and concise colors are used. The soft fabric sofa is more low-key and warmer than the leather sofa. The carpet is also warm brown. Even the red glove hanging on the wall makes people feel a lively and enthusiastic unrestrained spirit.

It's not just a house.

This is a home.

"Sit casually," Sheng Guangming took a sip, "Have you eaten dinner?"

"I fried two dishes at random in the evening. If you don't mind, you can eat the rest. Do you want to—" He pointed to the paper bag on the cooking table, "There are also cakes, but when you eat each one, Have to keep half of them for me, and I have to study their taste."

"Thank you," Yan Shuang stood at the entrance with his bag on his back, "I'm not hungry."

He didn't say he ate, but only said he wasn't hungry.

Sheng Guangming had never seen Yan Shuang look so restrained before, and he was really not used to it.

"It's okay, you can eat whatever you want."

As he spoke, he took out the dishes that he had not eaten at night from the refrigerator, took another can of beer, set the table and chopsticks, and said, "I'll take a bath, you can do it yourself."

After the others entered the bathroom, Yan Shuang still carried his bag and did not move, but took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Qi Feiyun slowly.

"Your neighbor's decorating taste is much better than yours."

Yan Shuang didn't think Qi Feiyun was jealous of Qi Feiyun's behavior today.

Qi Feiyun and Yan Shuang only have the purest sensuality in their relationship, and they are the cold-blooded animals with the least emotion in the original work. For him, Yan Shuang is just a tool to vent his desires, from beginning to end.

Therefore, after Sheng Guangming rescued Yan Shuang, Qi Feiyun also did not respond, and his attitude was similar to "leave and leave" as indifferent.

The rest of the scumbags can still be called emotional entanglements, and Qi Feiyun just likes "on" Yan Shuang.

Today's rejection, Yan Shuang thinks that this person is just expressing his dissatisfaction with other men.

At best, even if he is a gun buddy, he still wants to put a chastity belt on him.

He really laughed.

The SMS is sent successfully, and the phone is turned off immediately.

Get used to his stinky bugs.

Sheng Guangming came out of the shower and was about to open the bathroom door when he suddenly realized that there were more people in the family.

...the other party is also gay.

Sheng Guangming looked down at his naked upper body.

He was suddenly a little embarrassed, what was going on?

Even if the sexual orientation is different, everyone is a man, so it shouldn't matter, right?

It's not like he's a man when he's so awkward.

Sheng Guangming's heart sighed - forget it, let's go out with a bath towel...

Rather awkwardly wrapping the bath towel as a cloak, Sheng Guangming walked out of the bathroom, but when he turned around, he saw Yan Shuang who was still at the entrance.

Just like in the corridor just now, he sat on the ground with his bag on his back, looking at the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, his eyes blending with the moonlight outside the window very intently.

"Why are you sitting there?"

The man's voice contained serious reproach.

Yan Shuang turned his face and almost coughed.

Sheng Guangming's character is a pure straight man, and it seems that he is very pure.

A white bath towel was draped over his body, covering most of his naked upper body, revealing the edges of his muscles looming.

The water stains dripped down the wheat-colored skin, outlining the undulating curve of the pectoral muscles, and spreading to the narrow waistline. The abdominal muscles were distinct, and the slanted mermaid line outlined the shape of a triangle, and the short black fluff was hidden in the In loose gym shorts.

Yan Shuang bet that this towel Sheng Guangming must have been put on temporarily.

Whenever he looked in the mirror, he knew that he was more attractive than naked.

"Why don't you sit on the sofa?"

Sheng Guangming frowned slightly.

He has thick brows, and when he frowns, he looks particularly vicious. His opponents in the boxing ring said that they felt frightened when they saw him frown.

To this end, he deliberately controlled himself after retiring.

But now he was really **** off.

"It's fine here."

The person he was watching was still calm.

"Mr. Sheng, you are a good person," he said, with a faint smile on his face, but full of alienation, "don't get too close to me."

Sheng Guangming's footsteps stopped.

Yan Shuang is very beautiful, and Sheng Guangming thinks that he is more like the good student image that appears in college admissions promotional videos.

In fact, Yan Shuang is indeed a good student.

But...not exactly a good student.

Really nerve-racking.

Sheng Guangming's eyes froze, and after a pause, he started again. He strode over, grabbed Yan Shuang's arm with his hand, and easily pulled the person up.

"How old are you, don't act cool here."

"Have a meal."

Yan Shuang was forcefully pulled over and pressed to the dining table.

"I'll warm up the fried noodles and pork belly for you, and eat the preserved eggs cold. It's not bad to drink."

"I'm too lazy to start the fire so late, so I just use the microwave."

Sheng Guangming finished his work, clapped his hands lightly, looked at Yan Shuang who was still sitting with his bag on his back, crossed his hands on his chest, and said, "What grade are you in this year?"

"Freshman."

"The freshman year?" Sheng Guangming raised his voice and controlled his expression under Yan Shuang's gaze, "Then you..." He turned his face, took a deep breath and turned back, barely maintaining his calm. , "Just coming of age?"

"Ok."

Sheng Guangming: "..."

fuck it.

What is it that forces a young adult to take this path?

Sheng Guangming's face was ugly, and the question about "gambling debt" hovering around his mouth was about to be said.

"It will be nineteen after today."

"Ding--"

The rotation of the microwave oven stops.

"Thank you," Yan Shuang squinted and smiled at Sheng Guangming who couldn't hide his stunned face, "I ate cake and noodles today, thank you, Mr. Sheng."

It took a long time for Sheng Guangming to come back to his senses.

"Today...is your birthday?"

Yan Shuang lowered his head and avoided: "Can I eat noodles?"

On the other party's birthday, he only served with leftovers... Sheng Guangming felt unspeakable guilt?

It clearly has nothing to do with him.

Although he thought so, he still couldn't restrain himself and said, "There are still vegetables at home. I will cook what you want to eat."

"Mr. Sheng, you'll be fine with the leftovers."

The tone and expression of Yan Shuang's speech are very soft, not the usual fake politeness that rejects people thousands of miles away, but a genuine and well-behaved appearance.

"I'm already... very satisfied."

"Let's pick another cake."

After taking the dishes out of the microwave, Sheng Guangming brought the paper bag to the dining table.

"It's all the work of a famous pastry chef in the city."

"Take whichever you like."

The cakes are all small pieces, look very delicate, and exude a valuable aroma.

Yan Shuang's heart: He wants it all! ! !

The eyes lit up instantly.

Sheng Guangming's tone also became a little more relaxed, "Do you like sweets?"

Yan Shuang did not deny it.

"Since you like it, I'll give you half of it," Sheng Guangming said. "It's not that I'm stingy, I'll stay and study their taste for the rest."

After he finished speaking, he went to the cupboard above the kitchen to get a plate and a table knife.

He also seemed to be a very thorough activist, and immediately set about carefully dividing each cake in half.

"Mr. Sheng, are you going to open a dessert shop?"

Yan Shuang took a mouthful of fried noodles, which tasted quite good.

"Well," Sheng Guangming said while cutting the cake, "it should be open in a week, but I still don't know what to do. The more I study the works of my colleagues, the more I feel that I am still far behind."

"Mr. Sheng, you will definitely succeed."

Sheng Guangming's hand stopped and looked back at Yan Shuang.

Yan Shuang is looking at him seriously, "It will definitely be."

Sheng Guangming smiled and turned his face, "I'm borrowing the good words from you, a top student."

After the cake was installed, Yan Shuang was almost finished eating. He stood up, "I'd better go out and wait, in case Dr. Qi comes back and misses it..."

Sheng Guangming was wiping the cream on the knife, and frowned when he heard this.

Today... is his birthday.

Even if it's a birthday...

"Don't go."

Sheng Guangming said directly.

"go home."

"I can take it to you."

Yan Shuang looked at him in astonishment, "Mr. Sheng..."

"How much," Sheng Guangming interrupted, "I will buy you tonight, go home."

His face was upright and handsome, and the bath towel was put aside by him for being in the way while he was cutting the cake. At this moment, he was topless, holding a long knife in his hand, looking both vicious and indescribably gentle.

Yan Shuang looked at him, the clear eyes gradually filled with a touch of water vapor.

Sheng Guangming suddenly panicked.

Could he have misunderstood?

"I did not mean that……"

The melodious doorbell music interrupted his explanation.

"I'll open the door."

Sheng Guangming hurriedly ran to the door and opened the door without looking.

The doctor who came home late was wearing a dark gray trench coat, his face was serious, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"I'll pick up someone."

Sheng Guangming frowned and closed the door halfway, "He's not here."

"Really?" Qi Feiyun stretched out his hand.

When Sheng Guangming was about to close the door, the other hand stretched out from behind him and grabbed the hand of the man outside.

"Doctor Qi, you're back."

Yan Shuang had already come out. He carried the paper bag, lowered his head, crossed Sheng Guangming's arm to protect him, and grabbed Qi Feiyun's hand.

Sheng Guangming had mixed feelings in his heart, he lowered his voice, "I said, tonight I can..."

"Mr. Sheng," Qi Feiyun interrupted him, he grabbed Yan Shuang's hand and intertwined his fingers, and said to the glaring neighbor, "Please don't interfere in other people's private affairs."

"Private business?!"

Sheng Guangming couldn't bear it any longer: "He is only nineteen years old!"

"Dr. Qi, I respect you as a doctor who saves lives and heals wounds, but you...he is only nineteen years old! Today is his birthday! Even if it's only today, can't you let him go?"

Qi Feiyun listened quietly, looked at Sheng Guangming's angry face, and found clues from that upright and upright face.

"You think...I forced him?" Qi Feiyun said lightly.

"Of course you didn't force him. Isn't your behavior taking advantage of others' danger?"

Anyway, there are only two tenants on the first floor, Sheng Guangming simply pointed it out, "You can think that he is willing to spend money on other people's services? Are you so at ease?"

When he heard "spend money", Qi Feiyun's eyes flashed, and when it came to "service", he looked at Yan Shuang who was hiding behind Sheng Guangming with his head down.

After Sheng Guangming's accusation was over, he lightly raised the corners of his lips.

"You lied to him that you were selling it?"

A sentence entered Sheng Guangming's ears, but not into Sheng Guangming's mind. It took him a while to react, and just as he was about to say, "No one would use this to deceive people", Yan Shuang's crisp answer also came.

"Just kidding."

"And lied to him that today is your birthday?"

The arm was opened, and the person hiding behind him drilled through the gap on his side.

A sweet, creamy aroma flashes by.

He hid in the man's trench coat, raised his head and squinted and smiled.

"Yes."