Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 136

As that thought crossed his mind, Lu Yunhe instinctively lifted his gaze and scanned the now-deserted training field, where only the shimmering heat waves baked by the sun remained.

The girl was no longer under the shade of the tree.

“Five of you stay here to guard the area. The rest, split up and sweep through both the men’s and women’s dorms to check for any hazards. Report immediately if you find anything.”

After assigning tasks to the other instructors, Lu Yunhe caught a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye—just a scrap of camo fabric peeking out from behind the podium.

He circled quickly to the back—and the scene that greeted him sent a chill down his spine.

Lying on the ground was a grotesque, blue-black figure, its rotting flesh stinking of decay. Veins bulged. Eyes bulged even more—rolled back and protruding. Viscous drool foamed at its mouth.

This thing was no longer human. Its arms and legs had been tightly bound with strips torn from a camo jacket. A cloth wad gagged its mouth, and all it could do was writhe like a maggot in the dirt.

And crouching calmly in front of it—like this wasn’t a walking nightmare—was the girl who had predicted it all. She wasn’t even scared. If anything, her expression was serene. Even… gentle.

Clearly, her camo jacket had been sacrificed to restrain the zombie. She now wore only a fitted T-shirt underneath, leaving her slender white arms exposed.

Lu Yunhe found it hard to believe that those arms had managed to subdue a mutated monster this size—and done it all under his nose. He could hardly stop himself from reaching out to confirm.

Veins jumped at his temple as he stepped forward, grasped the girl by the arm, and yanked her upright. Even after pulling her two meters away, he still didn’t let go.

His brow furrowed so hard it could crush a fly.

“Didn’t you ask to return to the dorms for isolation? Why are you still here? What—thought if you couldn’t beat a zombie, you’d just join one?”

He’d clearly seen her trying to touch the zombie just now.

Su Ci lowered her eyes. “She’s my roommate. Xiaoxia.”

When everyone dispersed earlier, Xiaoxia had asked her to go back together. But halfway there, the girl started mutating. Su Ci had no choice but to restrain her.

And no, she wasn’t planning on “joining” anything.

In the original story, people infected with the zombie virus had a fifty-fifty chance—half would mutate, half would awaken supernatural abilities.

The female lead, Yan Shengnan, later awakened wood-based powers. She could control mutated plants for attack and defense, and even grow edible, non-toxic food for humans.

Su Ci wanted to test whether being bitten could awaken powers early, especially since her system setup mirrored the heroine’s.

Too bad a certain overprotective instructor had interrupted her.

She looked down at the hand gripping her arm.

His skin, tanned and roughened by sun and wind, was large and calloused. Fingers long and strong, each knuckle callused like iron—his grip clamped down like cuffs.

Her lashes trembled slightly. Her gaze drifted over his taut forearm and stopped.

“Chief Lu, you’re injured.”

…

The injured students had been moved to a shaded spot, where doctors and nurses dragged out of the school clinic were now treating them.

As for the zombie, still bundled up, it remained baking under the sun in the middle of the field.

The rate of infection was relatively slow—some bitten or scratched students only showed low-grade fevers. A few didn’t show symptoms at all.

For experienced doctors, these wounds should’ve been easy to treat.

“Hrrk-aaaghhh—kahhhh!”

The zombie’s sudden screech sent a nearby nurse into a panic. She glanced over—and fainted on the spot.

Lu Yunhe sat by the edge of the podium, holding out his injured arm while the girl carefully dabbed iodine onto the bloody bite mark.

She was almost comically delicate. The sun seemed to make her glow. Her small hands cupped his arm, but they couldn’t even wrap around half of it.

Yet earlier, he had held her entire wrist in one hand—with room to spare.

“Med student?”

“Sort of. I’m from the School of Pharmacy.”

“You’re not scared?”

“No. I trust Chief Lu, and Chief Lu trusts me.”

She was referring to his decision to dismiss the students earlier.

“You’ve got too many secrets for me to trust you.”

Lu Yunhe didn’t notice the way the corners of his mouth—and eyes—were already tilting upward, betraying the stern image he tried to maintain. He thought he was still being intimidating.

“But I happen to be very good at making people talk. You missed your chance to run. Now that you’re in my hands—don’t think you’ll get away.”

Su Ci tied the last knot in the bandage, leaned on her hand, and tilted her head at him.

“And what exactly does Chief Lu plan to use to make me talk?”

Her eyes were clear and sparkling, a playful smile on her lips. Her gaze slid slowly from his sharp nose to his tightly pressed lips, lingering there… and threatening to keep going lower.

It felt like a breeze had brushed his face—light, almost imperceptible, yet impossible to ignore.

Lu Yunhe quickly masked his expression and stood, dodging her gaze.

His Adam’s apple bobbed involuntarily. His mouth went dry, uncomfortably hot. And when he caught another glimpse of her pale wrist—

His teeth clenched down hard.

He had the sudden urge… to bite her.

“Given my condition, how much time do I have?”

Su Ci shook her head. “I’m not sure.”

Each person’s body was different. The infection’s timing, dosage, and strain all varied. And according to the novel, Lu Yunhe wasn’t supposed to be injured this early.

The zombie virus was unpredictable. It might incubate for ten days. Or the mutation could happen in the very next second.

But instead of pressing further, Lu Yunhe dropped the subject lightly and asked:

“Are you hungry? Anything you want to eat?”

“…A little.”

“Then stay here and help the campus doctor with the wounded. I’ll go raid the cafeteria and supermarket for food.”

…

In the early days of the apocalypse, communication networks still worked. SOS messages could be sent out—but the outside world was in even worse shape than Imperial University.

Everyone was busy trying to survive. No one was going to prioritize rescuing a school that still had food, supplies, organization, discipline—and a small squad of trained instructors.

So the duty of protecting the students naturally fell to the military training officers.

It was their first encounter with the supernatural. The few instructors stationed at the field were tense, sweat beading on their brows, every nerve stretched tight.

“Su Ci, why didn’t you head back?”

The instructor from earlier, who had led the School of Pharmacy’s group, was confused. Wasn’t she the one who said the heat could cause heatstroke and requested to return to the dorm?

Now it was even hotter, and more dangerous—yet she stayed?

Su Ci didn’t trust anyone else. She didn’t mention that Lu Yunhe had stopped her. Instead, she pulled out her phone and showed him the dorm group chat.

“Another one of my roommates mutated. She’s locked in the dorm now. The last one went to sleep at someone else’s place. I don’t have anywhere to go.”

The instructor wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed. Seeing the poor girl drenched in sweat, he felt a stab of pity.

“Then stay with us, okay? You can stick with Unc—uh… Bro—um…”

He wanted to sound reassuring and make her feel safe, but realized none of the terms fit quite right.

She was a college student, maybe twenty. He’d joined the military early and was only twenty-eight himself. Calling himself her “uncle” felt… off.

Just as he turned to check the zombie pile, he nearly smacked into Lu Yunhe—carrying water and food.

That sharp gaze, soaked in sweat, bore into him. The man’s high brow ridge cast his eyes in shadow, making them look deeper—and darker than a zombie’s.

“Bro?”

Lu Yunhe narrowed his eyes and said icily:

“Company Commander of Battalion Three, Second Unit—step forward! Recite the ‘Student Military Training Communication Guidelines’ ten times, start to finish. No food or water until you’re done!”

“…Yes, sir!” the company commander groaned.

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Waaahhh why is it so tragic right after break? It’s even worse than before break! Where did all of Daxing’s little cuties go? TAT