Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 134

[Internal Test Program Running – Now Erasing Female Lead’s Memories from the Previous World]
[Beep—Memory Erasure Complete]

The autumn sky was high and crisp, not a cloud in sight.

It was September, and the freshman military training at Imperial Capital University was in full swing.

After nearly an hour of standing at attention, the students finally got a break. Like eggplants hit by frost, they collapsed in the shade, fanning themselves and slumping over like melted wax.

A wave of dizziness crashed over Yan Shengnan. She gripped a thick tree trunk for support, barely steadying her swaying body.

A strange feeling stirred deep in her chest.

It felt like… this wasn’t her first time going through military training.

There was also this vague, heavy sense of foreboding pressing on her heart—anxiety that came from nowhere.

“Nan Nan, are you okay?”

“Is it the heat? You might have heatstroke—I’ll go grab you a cooling herbal tonic.”

Two of her roommates helped her over to sit by a flowerbed, unscrewing her water bottle and handing it over.

“No need, I’m fine. Just need a moment.”

“Alright, but call us if you feel worse.”

Once she was settled, the roommates plopped down beside her, sipping water, patting away sweat, and touching up their sunscreen—while whispering about the day’s hottest topic.

“Yiyi, have you noticed how our head drill instructor is absurdly, devastatingly, heart-stoppingly handsome?”

“That broad chest, narrow waist, and mile-long legs—whenever he walks past our formation, I practically drool!”

“And his face! I swear, he looks like he dropped straight out of a drama. Just one look is more energizing than a shot of espresso!”

Zhihan, the chatty one in their dorm, was going full fangirl mode again. The girl called Yiyi—whose background was clearly more distinguished—hastily shushed her.

“Keep it down, seriously. Gossiping about the instructor isn’t a great idea. What if someone overhears?”

Zhihan waved it off. “Come on, everyone says it! What’s wrong with complimenting someone’s looks? Look—he even made it to the top of the trending charts!”

But in the blink of an eye, the hashtag disappeared.

Zhihan stared at the “This video does not exist” error message, mouth hanging open like a duck egg.

Yiyi tugged at her sleeve and muttered, “Told you.”

“Zhihan, let me tell you something—just between us. That instructor? He’s the son of that guy. You know, the kind-faced leader who’s always on the nightly news.”

Zhihan looked like she’d just been hit by lightning.

No way. He was the real deal?

“Holy crap holy crap holy crap! High-ranking officer! Tough guy! Military marriage! Campus romance! Six-foot-two with abs… he checks every box! He’s a walking fanfic plot!”

“…Okay, fine. You win,” Yiyi replied with a helpless smile.

Over by the flowerbed, Yan Shengnan frowned slightly as she watched her roommates reapply layer after layer of sunscreen.

Seriously? It was just a few days of sun—was it really worth slathering your face like you were building a wall?

She didn’t get it. Why was it that, after entering college, all the girls seemed obsessed with competing against each other? If they weren’t dressing up in cute skirts, they were caking on makeup. Then they’d post filtered, heavily edited photos online.

Why were they so eager to please men?

Especially those two roommates. If they weren’t gossiping about some male celeb, they were swooning over classmates. And now, even the drill instructor wasn’t safe from their fantasies.

Shengnan couldn’t take it anymore and cut in.

“Can you two shut up already? So what if a guy’s good-looking? You praise him like he’s a god. There are so many pretty girls around—why don’t I hear you complimenting any of them? Ugh, I can’t stand women who pander to men.”

After dropping that bomb, she flicked her hair, revealing a cool and refined face. Then she adjusted her cap with a flourish and put it back on.

Zhihan looked across the colorful training field.

Baggy uniforms, sweaty weather, a whole day of grueling drills—no matter how pretty a girl was, no one looked their best right now.

“Where? I don’t see any beauties.”

Yiyi, impressed by her roommate’s sheer gall, replied calmly, “Shengnan, who we talk about is our business. Liking guys isn’t shameful. If it were, why would the government encourage heterosexual marriage and oppose same-sex ones?”

Shengnan, expecting praise for her outburst, instead received a rebuttal. She gave Yiyi a once-over, eyes scanning her from head to toe.

Delicate, sweet features. A soft, airy voice. She looked exactly like the kind of girl who played up her femininity to appeal to men.

“No wonder your parents named you with a cutesy double syllable. You were born to be a little wifey clinging to a man. I don’t even feel like saying your name—it’s too ridiculous.”

Yan Shengnan had no patience for girls who acted coquettish to men.

What was wrong with loving yourself or loving other women?

Why throw yourself at men like that? It was degrading.

Not wanting to be around these “man-loving” types any longer, she stood and left with a haughty turn of her back.

Zhihan blinked. “What the hell’s her problem?”

Yiyi simply smiled. “It’s fine. I’m used to it. I like my name.”

She’d always gone by “Yiyi” online too—and every time, there’d be some stranger bashing her, saying ABB-style names were dumb, lazy, or pandering.

She remembered once commenting under a thread titled “Why are all female characters in webnovels named something like Nana or Yiyi? Are authors just misogynists?” saying:

“My name is ABB-style, and I think it sounds lively and cute for a girl. If readers liked seeing male characters named like this, I’m sure authors would write more of them that way. Trends come from demand.”

That got her flamed by thousands of deranged commenters.

But she hadn’t expected to encounter the same prejudice in real life.

The break was longer than usual. Once everyone had cooled off and rehydrated, the instructor gathered them for a team-building game.

They sat in a circle. Losers had to perform in the center. The first round’s unlucky pair? Zhihan and a guy from their major.

Zhihan planned to sing a viral meme song. The boy, clearly with a dance background, offered to do a popping routine.

“Ladies first!”

He assumed she was nervous. In truth, she just wanted a front-row seat.

As the music kicked in, he started moving—rhythm on point, movements powerful. Cheers and applause filled the air.

“Nice moves!”

“Dude’s killing it! Do one more!”

Everyone was caught up in the excitement. No one noticed his body movements becoming stiff, distorted. His arms bent at unnatural angles…

Meanwhile, Su Ci was being punished under the blazing sun, standing rigid in military posture as she locked eyes with the instructor.

To be honest, the instructor didn’t want to be hard on her. But in the military, discipline was discipline.

Rules were rules. Break them, and you face the consequences.

After ten minutes, he finally spoke.

“Have you thought it through? I can see you’re not someone who slacks off. Are you just being stubborn? We can’t change the training schedule just for you.”

Su Ci stood tall. “Sir, I’ll hold my ground.”

The instructor sighed and stood alongside her in solidarity, both of them baking under the sun.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted someone approaching—and straightened up instantly.

A towering figure in camo walked over, the belt cinched around his waist showing off a tall, powerful frame. Easily over six-foot-three, black boots hitting the ground with crisp precision.

Even walking, he looked like he was doing a parade march.

The instructor’s nerves spiked. Sure, the man was technically just one rank above him—but in terms of background and future prospects, they were worlds apart. Someday, people like him wouldn’t even get a glimpse of someone like that.

Who knew why he suddenly showed up at military training?

Lu Yunhe stopped in front of them.

His eyes swept over Su Ci, standing at attention with steely focus.

Didn’t look like the troublemaker type.

“What’s going on here?”

The instructor stiffened, saluted sharply, and reported:

“Sir! This student claimed the heat was too much and demanded the entire unit be dismissed—sent back to dorms with food and water to clean up their rooms!”