Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 135

The brim of his hat cast a shadow that veiled his chiseled features. Beneath it, a pair of hawk-sharp eyes locked onto Su Ci with scrutiny, unwavering and intense.

Lu Yunhe wasn’t just here for military training.

The higher-ups had received intel from an undercover agent—there was a suspected foreign spy hiding among the students of Imperial Capital University. No one could confirm whether it was a turned high-ranking official or a student in disguise.

In times like these, no anomaly could be overlooked.

“Name?”

“Reporting, Chief Instructor. Su Ci.”

“Good. Su Ci, come with me.”

One of the instructors involuntarily sucked in a breath.

“Chief Instructor Lu, where are you taking this student?”

Surely it wasn’t what he was thinking, right? Was Chief Lu really about to personally discipline Su Ci with his infamous brutal training methods just because she defied a few military rules?

He’d heard the stories. Back when Lu Yunhe was a rookie, he was ruthless enough to beat several instructors to the ground for breaching code.

But that felt like overkill. Su Ci had been participating in training earnestly. Maybe her mindset was a little… laid-back, but that wasn’t a crime worthy of his attention.

Lu Yunhe shot him a glance—flat and emotionless.

“Routine questioning. Thought correction.”

The instructor exhaled in relief. Looked like Chief Lu did have a human side after all.

Lu Yunhe led Su Ci to the shade beneath a banyan tree.

“Explain. Why did you request to return to the dorm to ‘organize your belongings’? Why the need to take food and water?”

Standing before him, Su Ci was a full head shorter, but she didn’t seem the least bit intimidated. Her eyes were clear and unyielding, posture straight and composed.

“Chief Lu, can I trust you?”

Lu Yunhe studied her too-perfect face, searching for any hint of deception—any crack in the mask he could use to dismantle her story before it began.

Instead… she was smiling?

“Trust goes both ways. Also—
Stay serious at all times. Don’t smile.”

“I’m not smiling,” Su Ci replied.

“You are smiling.”

He had an eye for this—if the corner of her lips lifted a pixel, he could tell.

Su Ci gave up arguing and got straight to the point, briefly outlining the disaster that would erupt in just thirty minutes.

Su Ci, having read the plot, knew exactly how this would unfold—it was a post-apocalyptic survival story. During military training, a massive outbreak of the zombie virus would occur, and many students would be injured or infected.

Thanks to swift action from the school and instructors, the chaos would be barely contained. Casualties within the university were limited.

A large portion of the students would hole up in the cafeteria, clinging to each other for warmth. Before rescue arrived, the male lead—Lu Yunhe—would lead instructors on dangerous supply runs.

The world outside was pure hell—zombies crowding the streets, sidewalks caked with pus and rotting flesh. A vision of the apocalypse.

And in the middle of it all, Lu Yunhe—just an ordinary man without powers—would still fight his way out each day, hauling back enough food to keep the students alive. Sometimes, he’d even rescue civilians he came across.

At first, the students would express gratitude, helping out however they could.

But as things spiraled downward, and rules collapsed, the food ran thin.

That’s when resentment would take root.

They’d accuse Lu Yunhe of being soft, of rescuing too many people, leaving less for them. Some even questioned his authority. Why should their parents pay taxes to a government that left them to starve for over a month while the military failed to rescue them?

Eventually, Lu Yunhe would be injured—infected by a rare strain of zombie virus.

To preserve the lives of the many, the female lead, Yan Shengnan, would rally the students to kill Lu Yunhe before he fully turned.

It hadn’t even been a full month since the apocalypse began. These were university students—educated, not yet completely numb to morality.

Some argued there was no benefit in killing Lu Yunhe. Without him, no one would retrieve food. Worse, they risked angering powerful forces above. He’d saved them—didn’t that count for something?

Others believed there was no cure. If they didn’t eliminate the risk, all survivors in the university could be wiped out.

As tensions mounted, a semi-conscious Lu Yunhe would quietly remove his cap and walk out of the cafeteria on his own.

The next time they met, Yan Shengnan was a ragged mess clinging to life in the ruins—while Lu Yunhe had evolved into a zombie king with self-awareness.

But Lu Yunhe was a terrible zombie king.

He wasted energy commanding lower-level zombies to rescue humans, transport supplies, even farm vegetables.

Yan Shengnan couldn’t bear to be kept at his side, nor could she tolerate his bottomless selflessness. So she cut a deal—with Su Ci.

“You’re saying zombies are about to appear here?”

Lu Yunhe narrowed his eyes, expression darkening.

Su Ci nodded. “Please trust me, Chief Lu.”

She’d only just arrived in this world and barely had time to prepare for the apocalypse. She could only do her best—with a clear conscience.

There had once been a horrific incident here: someone disguised as a parent had managed to sneak into the dormitory and attack a student with a machete.

Since then, the dorm had triple security—students needed ID cards to enter, and the windows were specially reinforced. Lower-level zombies had no chance of breaking in.

Zombies lacked cognitive function. Even if one of the students mutated inside the dorm, they could be quickly isolated. A large-scale outbreak would be avoidable.

But gathering all the students on an open field like this? One wrong move, and you’d have mass panic. A stampede. A tragedy.

Su Ci sighed inwardly.

She’d known all along—foreknowledge couldn’t change fate.

Lu Yunhe turned without a word, leaving her with a cold, impassive silhouette.

The next second, the whistle blared across the field.

Lu Yunhe’s commanding voice rang out, calm and powerful:

“Everyone, listen up! We are conducting an emergency drill. You are to immediately purchase enough food and water, return to your dorms, lock all doors and windows, and prepare for inspection!”

“This is not a request. Dismissed!”

Disaster struck in the blink of an eye.

Zhi Han, still basking in the attention at the center of the crowd, was just about to cheer when she noticed the guy doing the robot dance next to her suddenly seize up. His eyes rolled back. Ugly black veins crawled across his skin.

He lunged at her with a mouth full of teeth.

When you’re truly terrified, your brain can’t react fast enough.

Zhi Han froze, a scream catching in her throat.

“What are you standing there for?!”

A figure shot out like lightning, shoving her aside and tackling the infected boy, wrestling him to the ground.

The students nearby stood dumbstruck. Weren’t they just watching a performance?

“Follow orders—get moving, now!”

Zhi Han nodded frantically. “Y-Yes! Chief Lu, be careful! I’m going, I’m going!”

Her legs were jelly. She couldn’t run straight, but luckily Duan Yiyi grabbed her and dragged her toward the dorm.

Lu Yunhe still wasn’t sure what had happened to the infected boy. He hadn’t turned completely—still looked human. Unlike the zombies from movies, the boy showed some restraint. That’s why Lu Yunhe hadn’t gone lethal.

To a soldier, every life carries weight. His job was to protect—not to kill.

But that boy wasn’t the only one.

With help from the other instructors, the chaos was brought under control. The “zombies” were bound and held at the center of the field, along with the injured students.

Lu Yunhe thought back to the girl who’d predicted it all.

Su Ci.

Was she the one behind this?

Or… was she the one who would save them?

Fill in the blanks:

In Little Lu Yunhe’s heart, there were two priceless treasures he had to protect for life.
One was (   ), and the other was (   ).