Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 172

Wen Yan’s brows furrowed slightly.

During that stream the other day, at the very end, Ruan Tang had sent Yan Ri a voice message: “Good boy.”

Wen Yan still hadn’t gotten over it.

Over the past few days, his account had also been flooded with Yan Ri’s friend requests.

He was endlessly annoyed.

But over on Yan Ri’s end, he was overjoyed.

Persistence pays off!

After so many days, he had finally found that girl again!!! Not only that—he’d even gotten matched into the same queue with her! What kind of fate was this?!

He immediately opened team voice chat, his voice trembling with excitement.

“Yanyan, baby!!!”

Wen Yan: “……”

Ruan Tang (tilting her head): “?”

The public chat was instantly filled with question marks and laughter.

【I can’t breathe!!! What’s Yan Ri doing, hahahaha!】

【Oh my god, can’t believe I ever stanned this fool!】

【The silence from Big Boss is deafening.】

【Last time TangTang borrowed Wen Yan’s account, he thought Boss Wen was TangTang. Turns out he’s the only one who didn’t know.】

【LMAO, but honestly, he hasn’t been streaming these past few days—fans didn’t even get a chance to tell him.】

【Our Big Boss is utterly speechless.】

【Big Boss: Don’t involve me.】

Seeing that no one was responding, Yan Ri didn’t give up.

With his low, magnetic voice, he pressed forward with an earth-shattering confession.

“Yanyan, I’ve never liked anyone before. But ever since that day, you’ve been all I can think about. Your voice still echoes in my ears. I’m sure of it—I’ve fallen in love! I like you!!!”

The team channel stayed dead silent.

The two random teammates hadn’t turned on their mics, completely unaware they were missing out on such juicy gossip.

Wen Yan was purely disgusted—at a loss for words.

Ruan Tang, on the other hand, didn’t remember Yan Ri’s ID. She had no idea the confession was meant for her.

Her little face was glowing with excitement and curiosity.

What’s going on here? Bromance?!

Wow!!!

“Yanyan, baby, why aren’t you answering me?”

Yan Ri’s tone carried a hint of grievance.

“Did I get it wrong? By our agreement, I should be calling you ‘Daddy’… but you’re a girl…”

He coughed lightly, his face flushing. Lowering his voice with a hint of testing, he tried again:

“…Mom?”

The public chat went absolutely wild.

【I’m done—help!!!】

【‘Mom’??? What kind of brain circuit is this?!】

【Congrats, TangTang! Instant motherhood, no pain required!】

【I’m laughing so hard I can’t breathe—send oxygen!!!】

Wen Yan couldn’t hold back anymore.

In his cool, magnetic voice—rarely so unfriendly—he cut in with a single, icy sentence.

“Sorry. I’m not interested in men.”

Yan Ri’s smile instantly froze.

It felt like he was about to split apart.

A thousand thoughts condensed into one curse:

“Fuck!”

Just as he wanted to crawl into a hole and bury himself, a sweet, soft, unbearably enchanting laugh spilled into his headset.

Yan Ri’s mood soared.

“It’s you!”

Ruan Tang, hearing the last part, finally pieced together the mix-up. Realizing what a huge misunderstanding this was, she couldn’t stop laughing.

But she didn’t take Yan Ri’s confession seriously—she figured he was just joking around for fun.

After all, they’d only played one game together. How could he possibly “like” her already?

Still, that soft, melodic laughter in his headset made both boys’ ears burn and hearts race.

When she finally laughed herself out, Ruan Tang explained gently,

“I only just started playing this game, so I borrowed Ah-Yan’s account.”

Yan Ri’s eyes went wide.

“Holy shit—you were the one who crushed me into the ground your very first time playing?!”

【LMAO, Yan Ri’s questioning his entire existence.】

【Of course! My TangTang’s the best!】

Ruan Tang kindly comforted him.

“You played really well too. That match was only lost because your support didn’t protect you much at the end.”

Listening to that sweet voice he couldn’t forget, Yan Ri’s heart pounded harder and harder.

He stared at her ID, “SoftCandy.”

How perfect.

She really was like a soft, sweet little candy—making him restless and uneasy.

The cocky, handsome boy flushed red at the ears, nervously testing the waters.

“TangTang, um, what I said earlier… you…”

But before he could finish, Wen Yan, silent all this time, cut him off coldly.

“Enough with the nonsense. The game’s starting. Focus.”

【Big Boss is jealous! Hahahaha!】

【Ohhh, that vinegar’s strong.】

【Drama!!! More, more! Delicious!】

Yan Ri choked on his words, his expression darkening.

Tch. So he just lent her an account.

What was with that attitude?

【TangTang! My account has every skin! You can use it anytime you want!】

Ruan Tang tilted her head, replying in her soft, syrupy tone.

“Thanks, but I want to keep practicing on my own account. If I really need to, I’ll just borrow Ah-Yan’s.”

Yan Ri snapped sourly: “Does his account have everything mine does?!”

Wen Yan’s reply was cold, clipped.

“All skins. All achievements. What do you think?”

Yan Ri: …QAQ.

Damn, how humiliating.

How the hell did he already have every achievement?! This game hadn’t even been out that long! Was Wen Yan some kind of grinding demon?!

【Poor dumb Yan Ri, bless his heart.】

【He’s such a fool, it’s actually kinda cute.】

The countdown ended, and the game began.

Since Ruan Tang and Wen Yan had queued together before, they immediately synced up in the bottom lane, completely dominant.

Yan Ri, on jungle, kept trying to gank for them—but TangTang was so skilled she often got double kills without his help.

Every time he arrived, it was a wasted trip. And he always ended up watching Wen Yan carefully shield her instead.

“You can take this wave, I’ll cover vision for you.”

“Their jungler’s coming, but I can block him. Eat the wave safely.”

“They’ve sent three down here. I’ll hold them off—TangTang, you retreat first.”

Every time Yan Ri showed up, he’d see Wen Yan standing firm, shielding TangTang’s vulnerable state after a kill.

The way he protected her—steady, gentle—looked exactly like he was guarding his beloved.

And TangTang leaned into that protection without hesitation.

They didn’t talk much, but their silent coordination was flawless.

Yan Ri could practically taste the sourness bubbling in his chest.

He thought bitterly—maybe he should change his username to “Pickled Fish.”

Sour, weak, and utterly unnecessary.

With Ruan Tang carrying, the match ended quickly.

Just before the enemy’s base collapsed, Yan Ri blurted,

“TangTang! Add me as a friend after this! Carry me!!!”

When the game ended and they returned to the lobby, Ruan Tang really did spot his name among the pile of friend requests.

Wen Yan’s voice dropped low, tinged with a strange undertone.

“TangTang… are you going to add him?”