Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 137

Su Ci was given one bottle of water and a piece of bread.

Everyone else had to share—two people to a bottle and a single piece of bread.

It was a crisis, after all. Even with a stockpile of supplies, waste wasn’t an option. Lu Yunhe had everything planned out meticulously—even though the supplies had technically been looted from the supermarket.

The owner had unfortunately turned into a zombie, and the cashiers had all vanished without a trace.

Lu Yunhe had tucked away the store owner’s health certification card, planning to locate the man’s family later and compensate them once things settled down.

Su Ci was just about to tease Commander Lu for his biased distribution when she realized—

He’d already handed out everything he brought back.

Even the ever-disciplined Commander Lu didn’t save anything for himself.

One male student, who’d already wolfed down his share, sat staring hungrily at Su Ci’s bread, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed again and again. He didn’t say a word, but his eyes were locked on her.

Lu Yunhe frowned. “What’s this? You call yourself a man, and you’re eyeing a girl’s food? She just finished dressing your wounds—wasn’t that hard work?”

The school nurse and medics nearby shot him aggrieved looks.

They had worked too! Why were they being ignored?

Lu Yunhe shot them a glance. “I’m not hungry. I gave her my share. Got a problem with that?”

“N-no! Not at all!”

The male student, whose leg had been clawed by a zombie, was already running a fever. His face flushed a deeper red as he stammered—
“R-reporting, sir! I-I’m not— I wasn’t trying to steal her food! I-I’ve had a crush on Su Ci for a long time! I thought I was gonna die, so I just wanted to say… say thank you!”

Lu Yunhe: “…”

For some reason, the student felt like the commander’s gaze had just gotten several degrees colder—like liking Su Ci was some kind of unpardonable sin.

But come on, tons of people on campus liked Su Ci!

To his credit, Lu Yunhe softened his tone—rare for him—when speaking to someone psychologically fragile.

“Classmate, you know your condition’s unstable. You could turn or go berserk at any moment. The last thing you should be doing is repaying kindness with recklessness.”

He spoke with a falsely casual air. “How about this—thank her in your heart. I’ll pass the message along for you.”

The student was dazed, but slowly nodded.

Actually… that made sense. If he suddenly turned into a snarling, bloody mess, he’d traumatize Su Ci—or worse, hurt her. That would be unforgivable.

Commander Lu really was a thoughtful man.

The student murmured a flustered thanks, then watched as Lu Yunhe strode off toward Su Ci.

A few seconds passed before it dawned on him.

Wait… couldn’t he have just thanked her from a distance?

Why the hell did he need Commander Lu to act as his messenger?

Su Ci had only taken a tiny sip of water. Her bread was untouched. When she saw Lu Yunhe coming, she broke the bread in half and offered it to him.

“Commander Lu, this is yours.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Then save it for the next meal.” Su Ci smiled, eyes curving sweetly.

Lu Yunhe glanced at her but didn’t take the bread. Instead, he fished something out of his pocket—a paring knife used for slicing fruit, likely from the supermarket.

“I found this. Keep it on you.”

Su Ci took it without hesitation. “Trust goes both ways.”

Only then did Lu Yunhe accept the half-piece of bread, shoving the knife into her hand.

“You’re still under heavy suspicion. I’ll be sticking close to you for now. If I lose control…”

“You stab me. Go for the kill.”

“…Excuse me?” Su Ci blinked.

“I mean it. But I know you won’t.”

Stabbing someone was easy.

Stabbing Lu Yunhe? That was a whole different matter.

He wasn’t just some soldier—he was a three-time reigning champion of the All-Army Martial Arts Tournament before the age of twenty, a powerhouse known across all five military zones.

And who knew how powerful he’d be if he fully turned?

But Lu Yunhe picked up on the faint confusion in her tone. The corners of his lips twitched as if he wanted to laugh, but he quickly schooled his face into its usual cold severity.

“It’s not that complicated. Aim for the vital spots.”

He took her hand and guided it to several areas on his body.

“You want your hand to be steady. Precise. Merciless. When you strike like this—”

Nearby, Captain Du, who had just finished reciting the communication protocols ten times, looked bewildered.
“Wait… what exactly is the commander doing?”

Coach Li whispered, “He got bit. It’s covered by his sleeve. Hasn’t told the rest of us yet.”

Du’s eyes went wide. “So… he’s teaching her how to kill him?”

“What did Su Ci do to get assigned that job?”

“She’s just a kid! That’s a heavy burden to put on someone. Shouldn’t we take over?”

Li Coach: “…”

Bro, you’re the weird one here.

Still… fair point.

“Maybe he thinks none of us would be able to do it. Who dares stab the legendary Commander Lu? Better to get an uninformed student to finish the job.”

Captain Du’s eyes lit up in sudden realization. “Ah! Makes sense!”

No one had even considered that all of this—Lu Yunhe’s so-called “plan”—was just a clumsy excuse to give her a weapon for self-defense.

Even he hadn’t realized it.

Dorm 303, Meiyuan Building, Unit 3.

Duanyi and Zhihan had been delayed—Zhihan’s legs had gone weak from fear. By the time they made it back, the dorm card wouldn’t unlock the door.

System failure? Unlikely. There was only one explanation:

Someone had locked it from the inside.

“Yu Qin? Sheng Nan? One of you inside? It’s me and Yiyi—we’re back. Open up!”

Behind the door, Yu Qin stood frozen at the sound of knocking, about to open it when Yan Shengnan clamped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide in the darkness.

She held a finger to her lips in warning, then pointed toward Duanyi and Zhihan’s desks.

Zhihan was a massive foodie. Her desk and the floor beside it were stacked with boxes of snacks and instant food. Duanyi came from money—her desk was covered in high-end treats.

Shengnan typed quickly into her phone:

[Who knows if they’ve been bitten? If they’re infected and we let them in, we’re dead too.]

Yu Qin had been sickly since childhood—congenital heart disease and asthma. Trapped under Shengnan’s hand, she shook her head helplessly, crystal tears rolling silently down her cheeks.

She’d been exempt from the school’s military training due to her health. She’d seen the footage online—how terrifying those zombies were. Every minute outside was a risk.

Now it made sense why Shengnan had insisted on turning off the dorm lights—said they’d attract zombies.

She wasn’t worried about infection.

She just didn’t want to share the snacks.

This was the “sweet girl” she was always bragging about being?

Yu Qin struggled harder, breath coming in shallow bursts. Shengnan thought she was trying to open the door and pressed down harder, pinning her to the chair.

Only when Yu Qin stopped moving entirely did Shengnan ease up, satisfied.

Honestly, she told herself, she was doing it for Yu Qin’s sake too. A sickly girl like her would never survive a zombie encounter, and there just wasn’t enough food to go around.

But in the pitch-black dorm room, Shengnan didn’t notice—

The girl she thought had simply passed out was beginning to… change.