Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 197

The surroundings instantly fell silent. Everyone froze in unison.

That aloof, untouchable “flower on the high mountain,” the cold, distant male god—was actually holding, in front of everyone’s eyes, a…

Boy?

Ruan Tang blinked in confusion, her dazed little face reflected in a pair of pale, indifferent phoenix eyes.

She made a startled, uncertain sound. “Eh?”

Even Yan Qing himself didn’t know why he had suddenly acted on impulse and pulled a stranger into his arms.

He hadn’t even seen the person’s face clearly. Just catching a glimpse of that figure in the corner of his vision had made his heart clench tight.

Every cell in his body screamed to embrace this person.

This time… he absolutely could not let them slip away again.

The moment he drew that soft, delicate body tightly against him, it felt as if a missing piece of himself had finally slotted back into place. Satisfaction nearly spilled from him in a sigh.

Only then did he clearly see the person he was holding.

A beautiful, lively little “boy.”

Rosy lips, white teeth, features too dazzlingly stunning.

A pair of peach-blossom eyes wide with innocence, yet at the corner rested a tiny red beauty mark, as if steeped in unspoken seduction.

He was purity and temptation bound together—the deadliest kind of allure.

Especially with his lips parted in shock… without even trying, the sight was devastatingly enticing.

Yan Qing had never once questioned his own orientation.

But now—just one glance.

And he was hopelessly, catastrophically infatuated with a young boy.

“You—”

Suppressing the pounding in his chest, Yan Qing’s deep, magnetic voice had just begun to sound—

When the little “boy” bolted like a startled rabbit, slipping from his embrace and vanishing into the crowd.

Yan Qing remained frozen in the posture of holding someone who was no longer there. His arms were empty, and his heart felt hollowed out, as though another piece had been carved away.

The youth who had always been worshiped on a pedestal for his icy nobility now fell headlong into the dust of the mortal world, dazed like a man struck by first love, lost and bewildered.

Ruan Tang ran for her life. Even after she had dashed out of the teaching building, her heart still hammered in panic.

Her pale little hands braced against her knees as she panted softly, feeling utterly wronged.

【Uuu, what the heck… What happened to my zero-presence aura buff?! Why did it fail!!!】

The system, however, was utterly unfazed.

【Those guys are all max-level perverted yanderes. How could it ever be that easy to evade them~】

With their obsession for Tangtang, what did “low presence” matter? Even if she turned to ashes, they’d recognize her!

The so-called main god’s cheat was laughably underpowered compared to the twisted devotion of those four.

【Uuu… I just hope the plot hasn’t collapsed…】

Yan Qing was one of the dual male leads of this manga.

And Ruan Tang, as a mere background character, absolutely could not afford to approach him!

Thankfully, their only “encounter” in the entire manga had been this single scene.

From now on, she just needed to steer clear of him!

“Yan Qing’s here again!!!”

“So handsome—ahhh!”

“Look at me, god! Look at me!”

“Eh? Is he… looking for someone?”

This was the literature department’s lecture hall. Yan Qing, a law student, normally had no reason to be here.

But lately, he had begun showing up every few days, sometimes with no reason at all.

He would wander the hallways, searching as if for someone. If he didn’t find them, he left disappointed—only to return the next day.

The literature students were beside themselves. His visits turned the department into a festival each time.

Even in the middle of class, entire crowds would abandon their seats just to sneak a look at their god.

After all, this was a manga world. Everything revolved around the protagonists. Classes and academics were little more than background settings.

Faced with an almost empty classroom, the professor on the podium had long since gotten used to it. Sighing, he began packing away his notes.

But a small head suddenly popped up from beneath a desk, startling him so badly he nearly cursed aloud—completely out of character.

“Wh–Who’s there?!”

Ruan Tang, after cautiously confirming through the window that Yan Qing had left, quietly climbed back into her seat.

Placing her hands neatly on the desk, she gazed up at the flustered professor with eyes brimming with “thirst for knowledge.”

“Teacher, aren’t you going to continue the lecture?”

Recovering from his shock, the professor found himself staring at a youth so pretty he seemed otherworldly. He twitched a smile.

“…Don’t you want to chase after the handsome guy like everyone else?”

Ruan Tang shook her head firmly, her gaze as resolute as someone swearing an oath.

“My heart belongs only to studying!”

That afternoon, after finishing lunch, Ruan Tang was on her way back to the dorms for a nap.

Passing through the garden behind the building, she noticed several books floating in the pond.

Next to it stood a tall, slender boy with pale, refined features.

He was drenched through, black hair clinging to his sickly-pale face, every drop of water only amplifying his fragile beauty.

Wearing a simple white shirt, his long lashes lowered as he stared blankly at the soaked textbooks scattered across the water.

Like a doll emptied of its soul.

Just one glance stirred boundless pity in Ruan Tang’s chest.

This was none other than the manga’s second male lead—Lin Yao.

Because of his poor family background, weak health, and delicate looks that rivaled a girl’s, he had become an easy target for bullying.

From upstairs drifted mocking laughter and jeers.

“Oops, sorry Lin Yao, my hand slipped! Accidentally tossed your books into the pond.”

“Not like it matters—your books are all secondhand anyway. Guess this is a good chance to get a new set, huh? Hahaha!”

“Don’t forget, Lin Yao’s an orphan. He studies on charity funds. No money for new books, right?”

“Oh no, what a shame! But with a brain like yours, you’ll still rank first even without textbooks, won’t you? Hahaha—”

Lin Yao didn’t respond to the cruel words.

He stood silently at the edge of the pond, watching the ruined books sink, quiet and unmoving.

As if he had grown accustomed to such treatment—so much so that even anger had been drained from him.

The boys upstairs grew dissatisfied with his silence.

Like fists swinging into cotton, their mockery felt unsatisfyingly dull.

One of them noticed a bucket of dirty mop water left from cleaning duties the day before. Exchanging sly looks, he smirked.

“Hey Lin Yao, it’s so hot today. How about we help you cool off?”

Lin Yao knew trouble was about to fall on him again.

But he no longer had the strength to resist.

What was the point of dodging?

It was as if fate itself had decreed he would forever be the “victim.”

Avoid one misfortune, and another would follow.

Endless suffering, grinding him into the ultimate tragic character.

He no longer wished to fight meaningless battles.

The bucket tipped. Filthy water cascaded down—

But instead of drenching him, it struck lightly against the taut fabric of an umbrella above his head.

—An umbrella?

Lin Yao opened his eyes, startled, and looked up.

A clear umbrella stretched overhead, shielding him.

The hand gripping the handle was small and delicate, white as porcelain, each knuckle tinged faintly pink like a carved piece of jade.

Beside him stood an equally delicate youth, as if sculpted from snow.

Balancing on tiptoe, the little boy stretched up to hold the umbrella over him.

That small hand created a vast, boundless sky just for him.