Quick Transmigration: The Sweetheart Everyone Loves Is Stuck in Romantic Chaos Every Day - Chapter 199

Lin Yao stared blankly in the direction Ruan Tang had run off, his pale and delicate face still dazed.

The three boys who had bullied him earlier also came running down the stairs.

One of them, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, shoved Lin Yao lightly.

“Hey, that guy just now—do you know him? What’s his major? What year is he in? Introduce us—”

“I mean, sure he’s a guy, but cough cough, I don’t mean anything weird by it! I just want to meet him! I’m not gay!!!”

Another muttered under his breath, cutting him off.

“…If it’s a boy prettier than girls, bending a little isn’t impossible…”

The last one joined in with a lewd tone.

“Yeah… that little thing’s so pale and soft, tender and delicate. Nice body too—thin waist, long legs. I bet he’d taste even better than a girl—”

Before he could finish, a slender, deceptively pale hand clamped tightly around his throat.

The boy choked, head snapping up to meet a pair of narrow, beautiful fox-like eyes glinting with murderous intent.

A cold, ghostly aura pressed down on him, chilling him to the bone.

W-what the hell? Was this still the fragile little pushover Lin Yao?

The sickly, pale beauty had wrapped those elegant hands around his throat, squeezing with terrifying strength.

Lin Yao’s thin lips curved slightly, his voice light, almost playful—yet every word cut like a blade.

“Mind where your dog eyes are looking.”

“Or I’ll dig them out.”

“I study medicine. My hands are very skilled—you know that.”

The boy could almost hear his neck bones groaning under the pressure.

He burst into tears on the spot.

How—how could he be this strong?!

“I-I was wrong… please… let me go, I can’t breathe—”

Expressionless, Lin Yao flung him aside like a piece of trash.

Then, slipping a hand into his pocket, he pulled out a sharp scalpel and twirled it between his elegant fingers.

“Next time, I won’t mind giving you a free craniotomy.”

Lin Yao tilted his head, his smile bright and innocent—yet brimming with danger.

The three of them stared at him like he was some kind of monster, then bolted in terror.

On their way out, they tripped over something and fell headfirst into the fountain pool together.

Lin Yao chuckled, his eyes shining.

“So unlucky. Could it be… her curse is real?”

Maybe she really was a little sprite, or a fairy…

Look.

Even he was already changing because of her.

She had unlocked some hidden switch inside him—

Transforming him into someone entirely different.

He was no longer that helpless little flower, trampled at will.

Ruan Tang had no idea that her small act of kindness had completely changed Lin Yao, turning him from a sickly beauty into a sick yandere beauty.

Just a single word’s difference, but the gulf between them was vast.

…

In the classroom.

There were still ten minutes before class.

Ruan Tang was diligently previewing the lesson material when the room suddenly fell silent.

A shadow fell across the page of her book.

She pouted, lips adorably pursed, and raised her eyes with mild annoyance.

“You’re blocking my light. Could you move aside, please?”

But standing before her—was Yan Qing.

The cold, handsome young man lowered his long lashes, gazing down at her. His clear eyes brimmed with emotions too complex to name.

Around them, whispers rippled through the room.

【What the hell’s going on? The campus god’s been hanging around our department every day—is it really because of him? Wait, what’s his name again?!】

【I don’t remember either. But seriously, when did our class have such a fair-skinned, stunningly beautiful boy? How did we not notice before? Did he transfer in?】

【The look in the campus god’s eyes—there’s a story there. Don’t tell me… he’s bent?!】

【Crap, I ship it.】

【Ship at your own risk! The campus god would never bend! He must have some other reason!】

Ruan Tang blinked up at Yan Qing.

His eyelashes were so long.

That was her first thought. Her second was—she needed to run.

Without even grabbing her book, she turned to slip away.

But Yan Qing caught her by the back of her collar.

She lost her balance and toppled backward.

Her lower back hit the desk edge, and her upper body fell straight into his icy embrace.

A faint, refreshing fragrance enveloped her—cool and steady, just like him.

Yan Qing’s face flushed scarlet at once, the tips of his pale ears burning red like they might bleed.

But he couldn’t bring himself to push away the soft, delicate boy in his arms. What if he slipped away the moment he let go?

So, face burning, he wrapped his arm around Ruan Tang and held him tight.

To the onlookers, it looked exactly like this—

The cold, aloof youth, in front of everyone, pulling the soft, alluring boy into his arms with a possessive grip.

Crack.

That was the sound of countless hearts breaking.

(And not just girls’.)

Yan Qing’s pulse hammered, but his voice stayed steady—cold and clear, like a seven-stringed zither, restrained yet melodic.

“Why do you keep avoiding me?”

Ruan Tang’s cheeks flamed. She struggled, but couldn’t break free, growing flustered.

“Let me go…”

She was only supposed to be a background extra!

Her role was already finished!

She just wanted to study hard and enjoy life!

Don’t drag her back into the script!!!

Sensing her resistance, Yan Qing’s gaze flickered with hurt.

At last, he released her.

Ruan Tang turned back, only to see him with his head lowered, looking utterly dejected. A pang of guilt pricked her heart.

“Um, you…”

Yan Qing’s eyes lit up instantly, hope sparking within.

She hadn’t run away yet—had she changed her mind? Was she willing to let him closer?

“Yan Qing.”

Ruan Tang’s cheeks glowed pink as she spoke softly.

“Classmate Yan Qing, if you don’t have any business here, could you please leave? This class is really important, and I don’t want to skip…”

Yan Qing froze.

After a moment, he asked bitterly:

“And if I insist on staying?”

Ruan Tang’s lashes drooped, her gaze lingering regretfully on the blackboard. With a sigh, she began packing her things to leave.

—He was determined to keep his distance from her.

Realizing this, the last flicker of hope in Yan Qing’s eyes was buried in darkness.

His voice rasped, hoarse with pain.

“Didn’t you like me?”

Hadn’t he seen her, just like all the others, rushing out just for a glimpse of him?

Hadn’t she nearly fainted in front of him?

But now, only days later, why wouldn’t she even look at him?

Why wouldn’t she stay in the same space as him?

Ruan Tang’s lips trembled as she clutched her books. Missing her favorite class left her visibly sorrowful as she answered pitifully:

“That was just a mission.”

You wouldn’t understand—this damn responsibility.

She turned to leave, but behind her came a restrained, shaking voice.

“But I like you.”

Yan Qing’s reddened eyes bored into her back.

One word at a time, heavy and desperate:

“I like you.”

Ruan Tang froze. The silence thundered in her ears.

“…???”