Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 118

The back door of the lecture hall creaked shut under the weight of a sharp, warning glance. The peeping students outside flinched and scattered—someone must’ve panicked and pushed the door closed.

Just like that, all prying eyes were cut off from the inside.

Wen Yuli withdrew his gaze calmly, showing no emotion. Normally, he’d cold-call maybe ten students. But today, for the first time ever, he called on forty. His lecture was also notably more biting and severe than usual.

University mornings typically consisted of four 45-minute periods. Wen Yuli taught the first two; Su Ci had classes in the latter two.

Su Ci had a habit of waking early. That morning, she had glanced down the hallway at his class from afar but didn’t join the others sneaking peeks through the door. Backpack slung over one shoulder, she headed straight into the empty classroom next door to study on her own.

A student from another school who had snuck in for a look was worn out from all the standing. Hoping to rest her feet, she wandered into the room—and stopped in her tracks, eyes wide in shock. Unconsciously, she drifted toward the window.

“H-Hi, excuse me… is anyone sitting here?” the girl asked, blushing as she tried to greet the stranger politely.

Su Ci paused her math notes, glanced sideways with a soft smile. “Nope. Go ahead and sit.”

“T-Thank you!”

The girl lowered herself into the seat like she was sitting on glass, barely daring to breathe in case she disturbed this goddess of a student. Even so, she was already swooning from the faint scent in the air.

If she had known there was someone this beautiful at Jiangcheng University, she wouldn’t have wasted time peeking at that cold-faced Professor Wen. He had nothing on this girl.

Ecstatic at her lucky find, she quickly messaged her fellow looks-obsessed friends, boasting that she’d bagged a prime seat beside a campus goddess.

Outside, the crowd around the lecture hall began to dissipate.

In Professor Huang’s classroom next door, students had already filled two-thirds of the seats half an hour before class—far exceeding the enrollment cap.

Between periods, Wen Yuli noticed a few students who’d “gone to the restroom” never returned.

Skipping under his nose?

How bold.

Professor Huang entered the lecture room with his briefcase, only to be stunned by the packed crowd.

“Did I walk into the wrong room? Wen Yuli’s class is next door. This is Risk Investment Management.”

He’d seen this before. Still, he was realistic—compared to the rockstar reception Wen got, he was usually thrilled with even a 20% attendance rate.

A few boys in the front row glanced back and chimed in.

“Nope, this is the right class, Professor Huang!”

“We’re all die-hard fans of yours—super into your econ research! We came specifically to hear you speak today…”

Blah blah blah…

And then they turned back to look at the girl again.

So pretty. So, so, so pretty…

Professor Huang: …

He was old, not blind.

Following their collective gaze, he spotted a girl by the window, completely engrossed in her book.

He knew she wasn’t playing games or watching videos because he’d seen her there long before anyone else showed up.

Motivated and photogenic—he liked that.

Even if the full house was an illusion, it was better than the usual ghost town. After all those years of being overshadowed by Wen’s classes, it felt nice to finally steal some attention.

He pulled out his laptop and notes.

Just as he was about to take roll, a tall figure strode in from the back door right as the bell rang, picked an open seat, and sat—bold as ever.

His phone buzzed.

[Wen Yuli: Uncle Huang, I’m just here to audit your class. Learn a thing or two. Hope you don’t mind.]

Every word was practically grinding its teeth.

Professor Huang’s eyes twitched in rage.

Look at this! After stealing his students, the guy has the nerve to waltz in here like he owns the place? Zero class, this guy!

And he hadn’t manipulated things behind the scenes—students just liked his lectures. So what if they wanted to audit his class?

He didn’t reply, and Wen Yuli didn’t leave.

…

Outside, Shu Min was pacing near the back door, fuming. She would’ve made it by exactly 10:00 if not for the man now blocking her way.

Why the hell had Wen Yuli suddenly shown up to this classroom?

One tardy would cost her a full twenty points!

She debated sneaking in while Professor Huang was distracted, but Wen Yuli was practically guarding the door like Cerberus. There was no way she’d go unnoticed walking past him.

Eyes red with anger and panic, tears threatened to spill as her mind raced with memories of her previous life.

Back then, she’d enrolled in Wen Yuli’s finance course hoping to save her family’s company. She’d done everything she could to get close to him, to beg for help.

But instead of helping, he’d spouted something about how money only solved temporary problems, and told her she needed to score over 95 on his course exam before he’d consider helping.

Impossible demands.

In the end, she only managed a pitiful score in the 80s. Wen kept stringing the Shu family along, forcing her to attend some elite summer camp. Said if she became a top participant, he’d “give her a chance.”

What was the point? What she needed was money—a lot of it!

If throwing money around could fix it, why wouldn’t he just help? He wasn’t short on cash!

Later, Wen even used the company situation to force her to break up with her boyfriend—someone she’d met at the camp who had just agreed to help save the Shu family.

Then suddenly, her boyfriend’s family business was raided for tax evasion, the whole family got taken in for investigation. She refused to believe Wen Yuli had nothing to do with it.

He had ruined them. All of them.

This time, she would not get involved with him again. Not even as a student. Just thinking about it made her sick.

Inside the classroom, Professor Huang frowned deeply.

“Shu Min? Shu Min? Shu Min!”

“Absent? Alright then. Deducting points.”

Outside, Shu Min bit her lip so hard it almost bled.

She hadn’t even been late! She was blocked by Wen Yuli! Why should she lose points for his interference?

Old grudges and new fury welled up as she looked at him—her fear now laced with hatred.

And then a chilling thought struck her.

What if… he’d deliberately checked her schedule just to trap her in this exact scenario?

She knew the truth—Wen Yuli wasn’t some honorable professor like people thought. He was a cold, twisted stalker who kept tabs on her every move.

Back then, even when she ditched class to party or go clubbing, he always seemed to “accidentally” catch her and scold her from his moral high horse.

As if it was his divine right to control her life.

All she had wanted was a favor. If he didn’t want to help, fine. But what was with all the manipulation?

Terrified she’d been ensnared again, Shu Min bolted—blindly crashing straight into the men’s restroom.

A guy at the urinal shouted in horror, clutching himself.

“What the hell’s wrong with you?! This is the men’s room!”

…

Wen Yuli had looked up a student’s course schedule.

But not hers.

He was looking for a certain Miss Qingci.

During her break, she had deliberately walked past his classroom, smiling like sunshine… only to turn right into Professor Huang’s class?

He nearly laughed from rage.

Trying to provoke him?

Pointless.

He wanted to see what the big deal was—was Huang really that much more charming? Was his class so much better? Or was he just that handsome?

Wen didn’t take her little show seriously.

Still, as a teacher, knowing she came from a complicated background, he couldn’t ignore it. Especially not if she was showing signs of slipping off track.

It was his duty to intervene. To pull her back to the right path before it was too late.

Fingers steepled on the desk, Wen Yuli gazed toward the girl sitting properly by the window, as if studying a particularly complex academic puzzle.

Then, catching sight of a few familiar faces who’d bailed on his class earlier, his eyes narrowed behind his glasses—a dangerous glint flashing beneath the lenses.

Everyone’s running off to this class, huh?

What, does Huang have gold bars stashed under his desk?

Mini Theater

Wen: What are you using to lure students into your class?

Huang (hands on hips): Your wife.