Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 115

Sweltering July, Jiangcheng University.

Dorm 402 of the girls’ dormitory building. While most students had returned home for summer break, the girls inside were glued to their computers, refreshing the course registration page over and over on the campus intranet.

At Jiangcheng University, there was a mandatory requirement for sophomores to complete 2 credits of international multilingual communication courses during the summer term.

But not all electives were created equal. Some professors were known for boring lectures, strict roll calls, endless assignments, and mandatory presentations. Others were humorous, easygoing, and laissez-faire in their teaching.

Naturally, the latter were hot commodities—courses that got snapped up in seconds.

But then there was an outlier: a guest lecturer hired by Jiangcheng University at just 27 years old, a rising young entrepreneur who was notoriously strict and demanding—yet every time his course opened for registration, it was instantly packed.

If university professors were the highest-tier mentors most students would ever encounter, then Wen Yuli was the ceiling of that ceiling.

Beyond his looks, build, academic background, and the prestige of being an alumnus, he had the unbeatable edge of being the heir to Jiangcheng’s most powerful financial conglomerate. Countless people lined up just to get on his radar.

Of course, those with such ambitions usually came from families with some background. Most of the other students? They just thought he was insanely hot.

Young. No bald spots. Ridiculously handsome. Great physique. No scandals. Filthy rich. He was a once-in-a-century kind of professor, the rarest of rare Pokémon.

“Zhizhi, did you get in?”

“Ugh, gone in a flash! This is nuts!”

“Oh my god, I got in! Yes, yes, I got in!”

“No way! Lin Yan, what kind of god-tier reflexes do you have? Zhizhi and I both missed it!”

“Hehehe, I used a fascia gun!”

“Shumin, what about you? You said ages ago that if it wasn’t Professor Wen, you weren’t signing up for anything…”

The girl being addressed sat frozen in front of her screen, the bluish glow casting a grim shadow across her face.

“Wen Yuli – International Financial Markets (Taught in Chinese, English, and French).”

Current availability: 0

In the blink of an eye, all 300 seats were gone. The coveted Professor Wen, for whom students fought tooth and nail, was a living nightmare Shumin never wanted to relive.

Her hand on the mouse trembled slightly. It wasn’t until all the easy electives were gone that she casually selected one that still had openings.

As long as it wasn’t Wen Yuli. She would rather risk failing from excessive absences than be targeted by that devil again.

“Shumin, why so quiet? Don’t tell me you’re in shock from getting into Professor Wen’s class?”

Zhao Xinya peeked over and immediately gasped.

“Risk Investment Management with Professor Huang? Girl, are you crazy?! That class docks 20 points if you’re late once, and he calls on people every single session!”

Shumin took a deep breath, her tone nonchalant.

“It’s fine. Professor Huang’s a respected economist. His class is tough, but you actually learn useful stuff.”

“Well…you’ve got guts, I’ll give you that.”

Zhao Xinya gave her a look of genuine admiration before scurrying over to ask Lin Yan if she could take the class on her behalf. She just wanted to sneak a peek at what a real-life “romance novel professor” looked like.

Shumin scoffed quietly. Amateurs. Only girls who didn’t know better would idolize Wen Yuli like that.

Among the four roommates, she was closest with Zhizhi. When Zhizhi heard she didn’t get into the class, she immediately asked, worried:

“Minmin, what about your family’s company…?”

Shumin’s pupils contracted sharply, her face going pale in an instant.

The ringtone of an incoming call broke the silence. Shumin fumbled to answer, connecting to her Bluetooth headset as she hurried out of the dorm, not stopping until she reached the end of a deserted corridor.

“Hello? Dad?”

On the other end, a man’s anxious voice rang out. His usual commanding tone had all but disappeared.

“Minmin, did you do what I asked? Did you sign up for President Wen’s class? Try to interact with him more. Ask him to help our company…”

His nagging sounded like a death sentence, plunging her barely-settled heart back into an icy abyss.

Was it happening again?

Would she once again have to sacrifice her own happiness, lowering herself to beg Wen Yuli to help pull her family’s company out of its financial crisis?

Girls’ Dorm 513 – A parallel scene unfolding.

“Got it!”

“Me too!”

“Ahhh! I grabbed the last spot!”

“Where’s Susu? Did you get in, Susu?”

Cheers erupted one after another. Su Ci put down her mouse and collapsed back into her chair with a sigh.

“You guys are too fast. I didn’t get in. I’ll just audit the class.”

Xiao Han smiled sheepishly. “It’s the ticket-snatching skills I honed from buying concert seats! I’ll help you next time, Susu—bullseye, guaranteed!”

Nian Tong hesitated. “You can’t really audit Professor Wen’s class. It’s way too full. No standing in the aisles allowed either. He’s super strict.”

“No big deal. Susu can just sit in for me! I only wanted to see him in person anyway. Susu has a real reason to meet Professor Wen, so let her go first.”

Ying Xue cheerfully passed around freshly roasted chestnuts, thrilled at the thought of helping her roommate more than actually securing the course herself.

“Thanks, but Professor Wen’s so strict. If he finds out we’re using stand-ins, he might deduct participation points or even report us. I’ll figure something out on my own.”

Su Ci politely declined her enthusiastic roommates and went back to browsing the remaining electives.

Xiao Han tried to reassure her. “It’ll be fine. There are so many people in that class—he won’t be able to match names to faces unless you interact too much. Don’t worry, Susu!”

But Su Ci couldn’t not worry.

Some people signed up for the gossip. Some for the eye candy. But avoiding contact? That was nearly impossible—unless you were doing a long-distance relationship. And what kind of professor would agree to something that childish?

After scanning the course catalog again, she signed up for the adjacent class taught by Professor Huang—the business school’s resident terror.

Once enrolled, the system provided a QR code to join the course group chat and the contact details of the instructor. Su Ci borrowed her roommate’s QQ to try adding the professor.

Typically, at Wen Yuli’s level, everything was handled by graduate TAs: group chats, replies, announcements. Pure auto-response bots.

So when her friend request was approved—and it showed a blank avatar next to the glaring name Wen Yuli—Su Ci couldn’t help feeling like it was a bit too… approachable to be real.

[Professor Wen, hello. Would it be possible to sit in on your class even though I wasn’t able to register? I’ve admired you for a long time.]

The reply didn’t come instantly—clearly, the other person wasn’t glued to their phone—but when it did, the message oozed with formality.

[Wen Yuli: No. The classroom is overcrowded. It would impact the quality of instruction and student learning. You can watch the livestream on the MOOC platform.]

Su Ci sighed and typed a polite response.

[Understood. Thank you, Professor.]

[Professor Wen, I do have one more bold question—if it’s not too intrusive, may I ask it?]

[Wen Yuli: It’s a teacher’s duty to answer questions. Go ahead.]

Well, since he said that, Su Ci didn’t hold back.

[Would you be open to dating me? Since it’s impossible to meet you in person, I have no choice but to express my feelings this way. I hope you don’t mind.]

[Qingchengci wants to enter a relationship with you.]

[Qingchengci has sent you a “Confession Bouquet.”]

Typing…

Then nothing.

Ten minutes passed without a reply.

Su Ci figured she was probably about to be blocked for violating some unwritten student-teacher boundary, so she didn’t take it to heart. She turned off her phone and focused on her German lesson.

Two hours later, her QQ messages exploded.