Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 158

Ruan Tang didn’t pay much attention to the fanfare.

She just thought Wen Yan’s account looked rather pretty — everything sparkled, even the character ID was framed in an elegant ring of pale gold.

But instead of admiring the account, she went straight to queue for ranked.

Her fans immediately burst out laughing.

【Bold, wifey! Straight into ranked!】

【Bet the big boss regrets lending his account now, haha! Our silly Tang Tang is gonna drag down his record with at least five, six, seven losses!】

【It’s fine, he’ll understand! Friendship boost! Professional stat-reducer! This way, he won’t get matched with pro-level opponents as much! Tang Tang is aiming for the stratosphere this time!】

When the barrage started betting on how many times she’d die, Ruan Tang pouted in protest, lips jutting out like she’d been wronged.

“I’m not that bad, okay? I’ve actually played this game before!”

【Oh? Tang Tang has played?! For how long?】

Her soft lips parted. “Ten—”

The fans assumed she meant ten months and were ready to gasp in awe.

But then Ruan Tang finished: “Ten minutes.”

The comment section exploded in question marks.

Ruan Tang explained, a little proud of herself: “Just now, when I went to grab my charger, I borrowed my brother’s phone and played for a bit. I even won for him!”

That tiny note of pride in her voice was adorable.

Some fans teased her.

【Hahaha, come here, let me hug my silly Tang Tang!】

Others spoke in doting, parent-like tones.

【Wow! You won a match? Tang Tang’s amazing! Clap clap!】

And of course, some went completely off-topic.

【Tang Tang has a little brother?! He must be just as soft and sweet, right?!】

Meanwhile, in the living room outside—

Ruan Tong sprawled on the couch with one leg thrown over the armrest, playing his own match while cursing up a storm.

“Damn it! What the hell is our top lane doing?! Starting fights like an idiot! Moron—!”

Nothing about him resembled “soft” or “sweet.”

Wei Quan, distracted, glanced again at Ruan Tang’s closed bedroom door.

“Your sister… what’s she doing in her room?”

Ruan Tong, respawn screen grayed out, tossed his phone down in frustration and replied carelessly:

“Probably reading like always.”

Who would’ve thought—

The “obedient, bookish girl” her family imagined, who supposedly had no hobbies outside of studying, was actually live-streaming a game… with hundreds of thousands of viewers watching her?

Because Wen Yan’s account was such a high rank, the matchmaking often paired with strong teammates — sometimes even pro players.

This time, Ruan Tang got matched with one.

Freeze, the most popular player of FEZ, the pro team with the highest win rate in Clash. His main role was marksman, and fans affectionately called him “Cold Bro.”

But since Ruan Tang was new to Clash, she had no idea who he was.

At the champion select screen, she unhesitatingly locked in her favorite role: marksman.

Her random teammates immediately started spamming question marks.

【? What’s with first-pick stealing the role from a pro? Bold move.】

【? We finally get matched with someone good, and you’re trolling? I’ve lost ten games straight—don’t ruin this one.】

Even her fans urged her to give up the marksman slot to Freeze, worried she’d get flamed if she underperformed. After all, marksman was the team’s core damage role.

But by the time Ruan Tang returned from stepping away briefly, her character had already locked in.

Her teammates’ tone grew sharper. Ruan Tang opened the chat, intending to type something.

Just then, a new message popped up.

【Freeze: I haven’t said a word. Why the hell are you all whining? Shut up.】

Ruan Tang blinked, startled. This pro player seemed… kind of scary?!

As the loading screen approached, she worried she wouldn’t have time to type, so she turned on voice chat.

Her soft, sweet voice floated out:

“Thank you.”

Her teammates went silent.

For a moment, it felt like their ears had been cleansed.

Such a beautiful voice!

They immediately began regretting their harsh words.

Freeze himself froze in place.

He hadn’t been looking at chat earlier, busy responding to his teammates, so he hadn’t defended her right away. But hearing her gentle thanks directed at him now, the cold, handsome young man’s face suddenly burned crimson.

The blush spread all the way to his pale ears.

He leaned back in his gaming chair, raising a hand to cover his mouth, trying to hide his expression.

Why was his heart racing just from hearing her voice?

He wanted to hear more. More.

In his mind, countless versions of her voice surged up — coquettish moans, quiet gasps, soft sighs…

So vivid, it felt as though he had really heard them before, again and again.

“Cold Bro, what’s with you? You look like some lovesick schoolgirl.”

Gu Leng snapped back, glaring at his teammate.

In a low, hoarse voice, he cursed: “Shut up.”

Then he grabbed the jacket draped over his chair and tossed it casually across his lap, masking his sudden discomfort.

His teammate gave him a suspicious look, then glanced at the air conditioner.

“It’s only at 78°F and you’re cold? Cold Bro, don’t tell me you’re… weak?”

Gu Leng shot him a death glare. “If you’ve got a death wish, just say it straight.”

His features were sharp, severe. The slashed brow, the glinting earring in his ear cartilage — even at rest he looked intimidating, and when he glared, the effect was downright menacing.

The teammate didn’t dare tease further, shrinking back nervously.

But in his mind, he couldn’t help wondering:

Had Cold Bro really just… blushed? Or was it his imagination?

This was the cool, aloof, domineering Cold Bro!

The match officially began.

Once inside, Ruan Tang noticed something surprising: Freeze had picked a pure support, the kind loaded with protective skills.

The complete trust made her feel a swell of gratitude.

She turned to her live chat.

“Babies, I’m sorry. I’ll have to focus this round, so I might not talk much.”

【Awww! Tang Tang is getting serious!!! Is it because of the pro player??】

【Oh god, I’m shipping it already!】

【Why does my Tang Tang have chemistry with literally everyone?!】

【Don’t forget about our Wen Yan from before!】

Meanwhile, Wen Yan — the man being “forgotten” — was frowning.

The coffee at his side had long since gone cold.

On-screen, Ruan Tang was using his account… and playing sweetly alongside another man.

It was nothing, he told himself. Just coincidence. One match, then they’d part ways.

Yet his chest felt heavy, tight, sour and sharp at once.

And a faint, gnawing sense of crisis kept whispering to him.

By nature, Wen Yan was a refined, elegant man. But right now, his expression darkened, revealing a rare, cutting edge of ruthlessness.

Before the laning phase even started, provocation appeared in chat.

From the enemy marksman:

【Blaze】: Well, well. Haven’t seen you in a few days, Cold Bro. So you’ve sunk to playing support now?