Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 139

By the time they stepped out of the bathroom, there was a clear distance between them—emotionally and physically.

Lu Yunhe had draped his soaked camouflage jacket over himself. The long sleeves completely covered his well-defined forearms, and he deliberately kept two meters behind the girl walking in front of him.

Only when they reached the most secluded corner of the room did he quietly roll up his sleeve, revealing two neat rows of faint pink bite marks.

The culprit wasn’t far off, resting her cheek on her hand, watching him with a not-so-innocent smirk on her lips.

She even licked the corner of her mouth—subtly, deliberately.

She really was like a spoiled housecat. Beautiful, aloof, and prone to biting.

Lu Yunhe could only thank his luck that he’d disinfected his arm with soap right after, and that she hadn’t broken the skin. At least the zombie virus wouldn’t be passed on through her.

Still shaken, he didn’t dare get too close again. Instead, he kept a moderate distance and turned his focus to observing Su Ci and the students nearby.

When the rain finally eased up, two girls came dashing in under a shared umbrella.

Zhihan was carrying a large box packed with instant noodles and spicy red-oil cold noodles—an online order she’d just picked up from the campus delivery hub outside the dorms.

Their dorm door had refused to open earlier. No lights seeped through the crack, like no one was inside. But Duan Yiyi swore she’d heard noises from within.

Given the earlier fight with Yan Shengnan and the fact that Yu Qin was exempt from military training, it wasn’t hard to guess who was behind the locked door. Most likely, Yan Shengnan had forbidden Yu Qin from opening it for them.

With no way to access their own food and low blood sugar from skipping lunch after a grueling morning training session, the two girls had taken a chance on collecting the package from the delivery hub.

Luckily, their gamble paid off. They didn’t run into any zombies. They even spotted an instructor on guard and finally breathed easy when they made it to the cafeteria with their box.

Zhihan immediately spotted Lu Yunhe hunkered down in a corner like a beast lurking in the shadows, eyes gleaming with feral intensity. His left arm was wrapped in gauze, faint pink blood seeping through.

Remembering the chaos earlier, her eyes began to burn.

She’d seen it all—how the chief instructor had thrown himself between her and a zombified male student, taking scratch after bite to protect her.

“Chief Instructor… I—I’m sorry. Thank you for saving me. This is the food I ordered. I’d like to share it with you and the other instructors…”

Zhihan might be the type to gossip about anything and everything, but put her in front of a teacher or instructor, and she turned into the most obedient little quail—nervous, flustered, tongue-tied.

Lu Yunhe lifted his gaze to her, voice low and even. “No need. It’s your food—keep it. And don’t wander too far. Stay right here and rest.”

Two defenseless girls, sitting on a treasure trove of shelf-stable food in this kind of situation? Not necessarily a good thing.

Zhihan and Duan Yiyi obediently placed the box on the table, sat down, and tore open two instant noodle cups to fetch hot water. With Lu Yunhe watching over them, no one dared to make a move on their supplies.

It was only the first day. The cafeteria still had enough food for now, and the others didn’t pay much attention to their instant noodles.

Ten minutes later, another girl burst in carrying a box of snacks—but unlike the first two, she was a complete mess.

Duan Yiyi paused mid-noodle-slurp and froze.

It was Yan Shengnan—her dormmate.

And the snack box in her arms? That was the one Duan Yiyi had left on her dorm desk.

Yan Shengnan’s hair was plastered to her face with rain, her camouflage uniform soaked and wrinkled, reeking of sour rainwater and rot.

She still couldn’t believe it.

All she’d done was try to cover for that sickly Yu Qin for a moment… and somehow the girl had died. Died. Not just died—turned into a zombie.

There’d been no lights in the room. She’d heard scratching and rustling and thought it was just rats—until a second later, hands wrapped around her throat.

Thankfully, she’d reacted fast, smashed a vase (Duan Yiyi’s) over the zombie’s head, grabbed the snack box for cover, and ran.

Freshly turned zombies were dumb, at least. Trapped in the dorm, Yu Qin could only keep clawing at the door with those sharp nails.

Yan Shengnan had seen messages in the class group chat—students were saying the East Campus cafeteria had instructors stationed there. So she ran here as fast as she could.

She’d still been scratched, though.

The moment she entered the cafeteria, she noticed an area cordoned off for injured students. Instinctively, she zipped her jacket all the way up to hide the scratch on her neck.

It was just a minor cut. She didn’t need to be lumped in with the “special cases.”

Duan Yiyi had completely lost her appetite.

The fact that Yan Shengnan was holding the snack box meant she’d been inside the dorm the whole time. She’d faked the room being empty, left them outside in the rain, locked out—potential zombie bait.

Did she have any idea how dangerous it had been?

One zombie in that hallway, and she and Zhihan would’ve been torn apart, not even bones left behind.

How could someone be so selfish?

Before she could even open her mouth, Yan Shengnan strutted right over, plopped down at their table like she owned it, and reached for Zhihan’s noodles.

Duan Yiyi slapped her hand away. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Yan Shengnan pointed to the snack box. “I risked my life to bring this out for you. And now you won’t even share one cup of noodles? Seriously?”

Whispers and stares gathered around them.

Zhihan slammed the table, voice shaking. “What the hell are you talking about?! You were hiding in the dorm, hoarding food and locking us out!”

Yan Shengnan didn’t flinch. “How was I supposed to know you weren’t infected? I was trying to minimize casualties!”

“Besides,” she went on, “you two can’t finish all this by yourselves anyway. What’s wrong with sharing? We’re all girls—we should be helping each other, not playing these petty games.”

Duan Yiyi’s voice dropped, icy cold. “I’d rather help a zombie than help someone like you.”

They’d only just started school, but this wasn’t the first time Yan Shengnan had used the “we’re all girls, help each other” excuse to borrow their things and never return them.

And whenever Duan Yiyi or Zhihan needed something, Yan Shengnan would put on a holier-than-thou tone: “Girls should be independent. Don’t rely on others.”

But when they refused her requests? “You’re so petty. I only didn’t help you because it was for your own good. Can’t you be grateful?”

Those petty grievances had never escalated—until now.

Now, it was life or death. And Duan Yiyi couldn’t just let it go.

Yan Shengnan mumbled under her breath, “Should’ve known not to be friends with people like you,” and turned to leave with the snack box.

Duan Yiyi called after her. “That’s my snack stash. Who said you could take it? You brought all of it out—but what’s Yu Qin supposed to eat in the dorm?”

Yan Shengnan froze, trembling.

Yu Qin… Yu Qin had died because of her.

No. No, it wasn’t her fault. If anything, Yu Qin was just unlucky—sickly from the day she was born. A waste of resources. A waste of air.

Even if she hadn’t died today, she would’ve been bitten eventually. Or had a heart attack. Or starved. Or collapsed trying to flee.

The more she thought about it, the better she felt.

She turned and shouted, “You’re acting all saintly now after whining about noodles?! If that freak hadn’t turned into a zombie, would I even be in this mess?!”

Spontaneous zombie mutations were common. No one doubted her story.

Duan Yiyi and Zhihan sat in stunned silence, paralyzed with horror. They didn’t even notice when Yan Shengnan walked a few tables away and sat down.

Only after she sat did she realize that beside her was a stunningly beautiful girl.

She had nothing with her—no food, no water—and sat quietly with her cheek resting on her palm, gazing into the corner of the cafeteria, serene and out of place in this apocalyptic chaos.

Just as Yan Shengnan was about to greet her, a tall shadow fell over the table, followed by a deep voice:

“Su Ci, come with me.”