Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 126

Just based on how passionately Su had confessed and pursued him—plus all her sweet “hubby”s last night—there was no way she wouldn’t reply to his message right away.

It was either the network lagging, or she’d seen it and was too shy to come over. After all, the faculty lounge door clearly said “Staff Only.”

Wen Yuli lowered his gaze, thinking for a moment, then suddenly stood and walked over to Professor Huang’s desk, giving it a couple of knocks.

“Uncle Huang, I’ve got class in a bit. Would you mind passing this lunch and milk to one of my students? She came in so early—I doubt she had a proper breakfast.”

Professor Huang instantly grew wary, glaring at him with wide eyes.

“Which student? What do you mean your student? She’s taking my class, that makes her my student!”

“Who else could it be? The same Su who made you so happy you posted on your Moments about postponing retirement for another decade?”

Wen Yuli’s lips curled into a faint smile. His voice was calm and deliberate, but there was no mistaking the subtle provocation and smugness.

“Forgot to mention—she’s now a research student under me. I’d appreciate it if you could go easy on her during class. Even the best seedlings can’t survive constant uprooting.”

Seventeen cold calls in two classes yesterday.

Wen Yuli still held a grudge.

Professor Huang: “…”

Utterly annoyed.

He had been feeling inspired for once, wanting to take on a mentee.

Now he was pissed because the student got poached. And the culprit had the audacity to rub it in his face.

When the class bell rang, Wen Yuli ignored Professor Huang’s speechless fury, thanked him politely, and walked out with his lesson plan and course materials in hand.

Professor Huang pursed his lips, scowled, and cursed Wen Yuli under his breath as a shameless little brat who would stoop to any level just to steal a student.

But he still peeked inside the lunchbox. Looked pretty generous.

Five minutes later, a kindly, silver-haired professor in his sixties walked over carrying the lunch and tapped Su Ci lightly on the shoulder.

“Su, here early again for self-study?”

Su Ci stood up and gave a polite bow.

“Hello, Professor Huang. My foundation’s a bit weak and I tend to lag behind in certain areas, so I’m trying to make up for it with extra effort.”

“Calling me Professor feels too formal. Your seniors all just call me Uncle Huang.”

Uncle Huang pushed the lunchbox toward her, his wrinkled face lit up with warmth.

“You came so early—probably didn’t eat well, huh? The body’s the capital for all revolution. Uncle Huang brought you breakfast. Eat up and fuel up.”

“Thank you, Professor Huang, but I already—”

Before she could finish refusing, he launched straight into poaching mode.

“Su, Uncle Huang really admires your talent and character. At Jiangcheng University, mentor-student pairing is always mutual. Why don’t you consider joining me?”

“Sure, Wen Yuli has the fame, but he’s not seriously academic. Businessmen chase profit—you know what they say, there’s no honesty in commerce. Did he pressure you into picking him?”

“If your family’s facing any hardship, just tell me. Uncle Huang can help too. I don’t have much going on, just run a couple of small businesses on the side…”

Meanwhile, Wen Yuli had no idea that a cunning old fox was trying to steal his girl with the very meal he had prepared.

After back-to-back lectures and being summoned to the principal’s office, Professor Wen hadn’t seen his girl all morning and was visibly unwell.

His nose didn’t feel like a nose, his eyes didn’t feel like eyes—he even choked on a sip of cold water. Every five minutes he checked his phone for the time and managed to crack the screen.

Professor Chen burst into unfiltered laughter.

“Look at you, like a stone waiting for its lover to return. Where’s your dignity as an educator?”

Wen Yuli sat slouched on the couch, long legs crossed, brows tightly furrowed, exuding restrained frustration.

“Spare me, sir. I’m not doing great either.”

He wanted to be a principled, upright, respectable teacher.

But the girl who admired him so dearly was young and fragile, utterly dependent on him. She’d said last night that she was scared of the wind on the fifth floor if he didn’t want to be with her.

What choice did he have?

What use was a reputation for moral integrity, compared to a real, living person?

After everything he’d said and done last night, he knew—there was no turning back. His student-teacher relationship with Su had completely changed.

If he was now a depraved, morally bankrupt scoundrel unworthy of his title, then so be it.

Just don’t drag his sweet girl down with him.

She was a good kid—pure, sincere. Just unlucky enough to fall for a man like him: spineless, impulsive, unreliable.

“What, now you’re brooding?”

Principal Chen was both exasperated and amused.

“Tell me clearly—how exactly are dating and teaching in conflict with each other?”

Wen Yuli pursed his lips, struggling to find the words.

“It’s improper… unbecoming of an educator.”

He had lived a life of discipline and decorum for over thirty years. This was the first time he had ever done something so outrageous.

“By that logic, none of our faculty should be allowed to date, marry, or have kids?”

“Wen Yuli, your girlfriend is a college student in her twenties, not some preschooler. What, are you scared she’ll turn into a seductive academic siren under your care?”

Wen Yuli refreshed his WeChat again, then, after a long silence, muttered in all seriousness:

“Not entirely impossible.”

“…What did you just say?” Principal Chen was stunned.

“My girl’s smart. She doesn’t need my help to succeed. I’m just afraid people who don’t know the truth will smear her reputation.”

The imbalance in their identities, the power dynamic—it all left room for malicious speculation.

Even though her feelings for him were pure.

All this time, she hadn’t once brought up her family’s difficulties. She just kept expressing her affection for him.

Really, she couldn’t live without him.

Thinking about her adoring, trusting gaze made Wen Yuli’s heart soften beyond belief. The urge to see her surged like a tide.

“So are you going to approve it or not? I’m in a hurry.”

“Denied.”

“…Excuse me?”

“I was being polite and you’re really pushing it. Do I look like someone who needs your approval?”

Principal Chen couldn’t believe how quickly this man flipped. Just a few days ago he’d said she was “just a mentally unstable student” and nothing more.

He took a deep breath and tried a different approach.

“If you quit, what’s your plan? Go straight to the marriage bureau? Do her parents know? Are they okay with this? Will they give you their blessing?”

“As long as my girl likes me, they’ll bless us whether they want to or not.”

“You can walk away, sure, but what about the students who picked your class? What kind of example does it set if you just leave for love?”

“I’ll arrange for a qualified replacement. No need to worry about that.”

Left with no choice, Principal Chen pulled out his trump card.

“You really want to resign? Fine. Then I’ll assign Su a new mentor. You know, we’ve got no shortage of young, talented, single PhDs in finance.”

“And, well, I was planning to offer you a core finance course next semester. It’d give you a legitimate reason to see Su every week. But if you’re not interested—”

Before he could finish, Wen Yuli snatched the printed resignation letter and stuffed it straight into the shredder.

“I’m available. Since Principal Chen has spoken, and out of respect for our long-standing friendship, I’ll reluctantly accept the arrangement.”

Principal Chen: “…”

No friendship here. But your ability to switch gears? Unmatched.