Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 169

“So what if I have lots of female fans? I’m not interested in them. Besides, no matter what, I’m still better than some random online stranger she’s never even met, right?”

Wen Yan’s expression darkened.

“If Tangtang wanted me to, I would rush to see her—even if she were at the farthest corners of the earth.”

Gu Leng gave a sharp, mocking click of his tongue.

“Tangtang would never casually meet up with someone from the internet. You can give up on that idea.”

“And you’re not an online stranger?”

“Yesterday I was. But today I’m not.”

Gu Leng’s lips curved upward, and with deliberate provocation he added:

“What can I say? Guess fate just brought Tangtang and me together.”

Wen Yan: his fists itched.

Just as their barbed words clashed like knives, the girl’s soft little yawn drifted in through the mic, melting both their hearts.

“So sleepy… hurry up and start a match. After this one I’m going to bed.”

Ah, this little thing. In her heart, all she cared about was the game.

Both men could only smile helplessly, tinged with indulgence.

They didn’t queue ranked, only opened a casual match.

Since Ruan Tang had just created a new account, her rank was still low and she couldn’t line up with them in ranked mode yet.

As soon as they loaded in, the two random teammates matched with them felt blinded by what they saw.

【Holy crap, am I seeing this right? I actually matched with the legendary god-tier player from Showdown!】

【No way! And FEZ team’s Cold Bro is here too! Big bro, I’m your fan!!!】

【What insane luck today. Forget this—buying a lottery ticket right now!】

But what shocked them even more came after.

A completely unknown little ID, 【SoftCandy】, still with the default newbie avatar, instantly locked in Marksman.

At almost the exact same moment, the legendary all-rounder 【Yan】 and the godlike pro marksman Cold Bro—

Both locked in Support.

The random teammate slowly typed out a single question mark: …?

Terrifying.

Since when was Support such a hotly contested role?

Neither Wen Yan nor Gu Leng would give way; both were dead set on supporting Ruan Tang.

Meanwhile, she was fighting off drowsiness, her small head nodding lower and lower, almost dropping her phone onto her face.

When she suddenly startled awake, the champion selection timer was nearly up.

One glance—two Supports, no Jungler.

So she simply abandoned Marksman and switched to a Jungler champion.

Thus, when the game started—

The two god-tier rivals, glaring daggers at each other, were forced into a double-support lane together.

And Ruan Tang happily wandered the jungle alone.

Her performance soared.

Down on the bot lane, the resentful duo stole farm side by side, disliking each other every second, yet never forgetting to keep a constant watch on Ruan Tang.

Even as a Jungler she was amazing!

Barely a few minutes in, she had already taken several kills, giving both mid and top lane strong advantages.

Ruan Tang had her mic on.

That meant the two men could hear her soft, sugar-sweet voice gently murmur:

“Wait a sec, let me clear this camp first, then I’ll come help bot. Be careful till I get there, okay?”

That tender, melting voice slipped right into their ears, making their hearts tremble.

When she finally came bot, her voice remained just as soft and sweet:

“Fall back a little, bait them out.”

The two men: baited.

With a lazy murmur of “I’m going in now,” the girl’s champion smashed down with a few quick blows, pinning the enemy Marksman and Support to the ground and finishing them off.

The system announced: Double Kill!

She yawned languidly, as if ready to fall asleep any second.

“All done. They’re wiped out…”

Gu Leng and Wen Yan couldn’t control the surge in their chests.

This contrast was too much—soft little voice, deadly hands.

And then, the jealousy burned stronger.

If only this side of Tangtang could belong to him alone.

If only she were his alone.

Both Supports subtly shifted further apart in lane, each loath to even brush against the other.

The animosity between them was obvious.

In the end, carried by Ruan Tang, the match ended in a quick win.

Half-asleep, she mumbled a soft goodnight, logged off, and drifted into dreams.

Dreams where she still fought her way across the canyon.

But in the dreams of the two men…

The girl’s sweet, delicate voice was right beside their ears, whispering sounds so soft they made their hearts ache.

…

The next afternoon.

Ruan Tang put on a pale puff-sleeved dress with a pair of cute Mary Janes, slung a small bag over her shoulder, and got ready to head out.

Before she left, Ruan Tong asked suspiciously:

“Sis, where are you going?”

Ruan Tang guiltily rattled off the excuse she had prepared.

“I’m going to the library to look something up.”

At the word “library,” Ruan Tong finally relaxed.

Even so, he set aside his half-finished game, ran over, and handed her a sun umbrella.

His tone carried awkward concern.

“The sun’s blazing out there. Really, running around in this heat… remember to use an umbrella, don’t faint. Oh right, I’ll call a car for you. Municipal Library?”

Ruan Tang waved her hands quickly.

“No no, it’s fine, I already booked one! Go back to your game—an ADC can’t just AFK, or you’ll get reported!”

Ruan Tong still looked at her uneasily.

“Then come home early.”

Ruan Tang gave him a sweet little wave.

“Bye-bye, Tongtong~”

Only after sending her out the door did Ruan Tong return to his game.

Sure enough, his furious teammates had already filled the chat with “kind greetings.”

Then he froze.

“Wait… how did Sis know I was playing ADC?”

She had only glanced at his screen earlier.

And she wasn’t supposed to know a thing about games. Yet she even knew the professional term “ADC” (Attack Damage Carry, i.e., the main Marksman role).

…

Ruan Tang jogged downstairs.

At the entrance, a low-key black luxury car was already waiting.

She pulled open the door and slipped into the passenger seat, her chest rising and falling lightly as she caught her breath.

The girl’s faint fragrance instantly filled the car, stirring countless unspoken thoughts.

In the driver’s seat sat a strikingly handsome boy.

Today, he wore a pair of metal-framed glasses, which made the slight downturn of his puppy-like eyes appear even more innocent.

His fair skin looked even paler framed by the glasses, but the faint blush on his cheeks was impossible to hide.

Even so, Wei Quan never shifted his gaze away from her.

If anything, his eyes burned hotter.

Ruan Tang didn’t notice.

“Sorry, Sis, for making you lie to Ruan Tong.”

After catching her breath, she smiled.

“It’s fine. Tongtong just overreacts.”

Because Ruan Tong absolutely refused to let her get close to Wei Quan, she had been forced to find an excuse. The two had arranged to meet at his house for tutoring.

Wei Quan’s clear voice was soft, almost guileless.

“I’d never hurt you, Sis. I’m a good boy.”

Like a harmless little puppy.

But in those innocent eyes, a fleeting flicker of darkness burned—hot, fervent, and dangerously deep.

(t/n: ADC = “Attack Damage Carry,” the core damage-dealing Marksman in a MOBA game like Showdown (similar to League of Legends). Ruan Tang slipping this term naturally shows she’s secretly far more familiar with gaming than her brother realizes.)