Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 160

It was Freeze who had just praised her in-game.

Ruan Tang’s ears grew a little warm at his deep, low timbre.

To be complimented on her marksmanship—by a pro player who himself specialized in marksman—made her secretly happy.

So she opened her mic and softly said a thank-you.

“Thank you for always protecting me.”

Gu Ming’s hand, holding the phone, froze for a second. Her voice sent a faint electric numbness racing through his ears. His face flushed.

Just as he wanted to say something more, the game chat window popped up a new message from Yanri.

His brows creased.

Yanri: “Hey, marksman, come out after this. Let’s add each other as friends and 1v1. Loser calls the winner ‘dad.’ Dare or not?”

Ruan Tang also wanted to see how she’d fare against him.

So she happily typed back:

“Sure.”

Yanri paused.

“Sure… ya?”

That tone didn’t match the cold, aloof vibe of that high and mighty ID at all.

The enemy’s base fell, the game ended.

Back in the lobby, Ruan Tang was instantly flooded with friend requests.

Most were from her teammates, plus some fans who had just watched.

She scrolled carefully and finally found Yanri’s name, clicking “accept.”

And right below his, she spotted another request that had come in even earlier—

—Freeze.

She had a good impression of him. But this was Wen Yan’s account, not hers; she wasn’t the real account owner. She couldn’t casually add friends.

So she didn’t accept.

When Wen Yan saw her approve Yanri’s request, sourness twisted in his chest.

Of course, he knew she had to add him for a PK match.

But it still didn’t sit well.

It was like discovering a priceless treasure—only to notice others staring at it hungrily.

His long, pale fingers traced the rim of his coffee cup, his expression unreadable, a faint shadow dimming his handsome face.

At that moment, her sweet, clear voice filled his headset.

It was as though she leaned close against his shoulder, whispering right at his ear.

“Yan, I’m sorry. I added him on your account without asking. Once we’re done with the PK, I’ll delete him.”

She sounded soft and obedient, coaxing him in that delicate tone.

Wen Yan’s jade-like cheeks took on an unnatural flush, and the coldness in his gaze dissipated somewhat.

For one brief instant, he imagined her nestled in his arms, tilting her face up like a spoiled lover, coaxing away his jealousy.

His heartbeat skipped.

Then, another bold, highlighted super comment lit up the screen:

【Doesn’t matter. The account’s yours.】

The chat exploded.

【Holy crap, if this isn’t peak devotion, what is?!】
【He’s head over heels!】
【What kind of Bodhisattva boyfriend is this?! Giving away a pro-tier account just like that?!】
(t/n: “Bodhisattva” here is used jokingly by fans to describe someone so generous and selfless, like the Buddhist deity known for compassion.)

Ruan Tang panicked and refused.

“No, no, I can’t take that. I want to level my own account!”

Wen Yan didn’t press the gift.

He knew she wasn’t greedy. But he still needed to express something.

So instead, he casually sent her tens of thousands worth of virtual gifts—equal in value to the account itself.

If she wouldn’t accept the account, then she’d accept the money.

Ruan Tang didn’t really know the real-world worth of those gifts, but seeing her fans go wild in chat made it obvious they weren’t cheap.

Soon, other viewers, provoked by Wen Yan’s display, started showering her with gifts too—unwilling to let someone else hog all the spotlight.

Alarmed, Ruan Tang hurried to stop them, her voice turning uncharacteristically firm.

“Thank you, Yan, and everyone, for the gifts. But please, don’t keep sending them… Just playing games with me makes me really happy already!”

“If you all don’t listen, I’ll end the stream right now!”

Coming from her soft, spoiled voice, even that “threat” melted hearts.

The gifting frenzy finally calmed down.

When she returned to her game, she noticed Yanri had already sent her several invites—and a string of private messages.

All unbearably arrogant:

【Why aren’t you here yet? Scared?】
【Too late to be scared now!】
【Get ready to call me daddy! Hahaha!】

Ruan Tang didn’t waste words. She clicked “accept” and entered the PK room.

Seeing his opponent finally appear, Yanri sat upright, eyes gleaming with battle hunger.

No more distractions this time. He wanted to see for himself—

Was this player truly worthy to face him?

Ten minutes later—

A loud “Fuck!” echoed across Yanri’s livestream.

【Streamer broke down—rejoice.】
【HAHA, today Yan-ge ran into a brick wall.】
【Why does watching him lose make me this happy? Am I actually a loyal fan?!】

Yanri slammed his phone on the desk so hard the screen cracked.

And so did he.

No matter how he replayed it in his head, the truth was undeniable.

Even though the marksman’s movements sometimes looked slightly unpolished—like she wasn’t yet fully familiar with the mechanics—

Every time he tried to kill, she outplayed him by a split second.

It wasn’t luck.

Without question, her skill surpassed his.

Yanri glared at his fractured phone, torn between fury and reluctant admiration.

He clicked open the chat with his opponent, face dark, and sent a voice message.

Just one word. Short, curt.

“Dad.”

Both Ruan Tang’s stream and Yanri’s fell silent for a beat.

Then chat exploded:

【HAHAHA SOMEONE CLIP THIS!!!】
【Please share! I need it as my ringtone!】
【Respect. A real man. Loser pays up, no excuses.】
【Calling it like a champ. I respect it.】
【Congrats, TangTang, instant motherhood unlocked!】

Ruan Tang couldn’t hold back her laughter.

That soft, melodic giggle of hers set countless hearts racing all over again.