Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 140

The notoriously unapproachable Instructor Lu actually spoke first, which naturally piqued Su Ci’s curiosity. She obediently followed after him.

Lu Yunhe motioned for her to sit a good distance away from Yan Shengnan. The first thing out of his mouth was an attempt to justify his actions:
“She’s lying. Stay away from her.”

Su Ci curved her lips into a faint smile.
“I know. Thank you for the warning, Instructor Lu. You’re very… thoughtful.”

For some reason, Lu Yunhe felt there was something subtly sarcastic about her thanks. The way she bared her white teeth when she smiled made the nerves in his arm twitch slightly.

The spot she’d bitten earlier was starting to itch again.

Zhihan and Duan Yiyi’s trip to pick up deliveries gave the students in the cafeteria a new idea. A number of students who usually stayed holed up in their dorms began wanting to go to the mailroom too.

Given the urgency, Lu Yunhe made an exception. The mailroom wasn’t even a hundred meters from the cafeteria. He arranged for two instructors to escort the students there and bring back any useful supplies they could find.

He looked at Su Ci.
“Did you order anything? I can grab it for you on the way.”

Before Su Ci could reply, he seemed to realize how that might sound and immediately clarified,
“Don’t get the wrong idea. I just suspect you might’ve bought something suspicious. If I find anything dangerous, I’ll confiscate it right away.”

“Isn’t Instructor Lu known for his piercing insight? I’m sure you’d know instantly whether I’m lying.”

“You’re not like the others,” he said seriously.
“You’re crafty, an expert at hiding your true intentions. You know things the rest of us don’t. I have to stay on guard.”

“Instructor Lu is always on guard around me, aren’t you?”

“There you go again. Smile, smile, smile—can you be serious for once?”

He really couldn’t stand that smile of hers.

He was hungry again… and he wanted to bite someone.

At the moment, the situation at Imperial Capital University was still under control—far safer than anywhere else. Before communications were fully cut off, the top brass had issued orders to shelter in place.

The highly corrosive acid rain had destroyed signal towers, power stations, and internet base stations. Water and electricity had been cut off. Survival conditions were deteriorating by the day.

The school supermarket, the commercial street, the cafeteria storeroom, and the dorm supplies were enough to keep the students fed for about a week.

Aside from the few who had turned into zombies, the remaining 40,000+ students and staff were slowly draining their limited resources. It didn’t take long before food shortages became a major problem.

Lu Yunhe continued to go out daily, leading instructors to scour every corner of the campus that might contain food. Whatever they found was brought back to the cafeteria and distributed among the dorms.

As food became scarcer, tensions rose.

Zhihan, with her box full of instant noodles and spicy noodle sheets, quickly became a target. Everyone had their eye on her stash.

No one dared rob her outright—not with the instructors around. But people kept coming to ask for food.

Zhihan knew she couldn’t keep it all for herself. Every time the instructors returned with supplies, she handed out a packet of spicy noodles to each one, keeping only a small portion for herself.

When others came begging, she’d say the food was reserved for the instructors. And that usually shut them up—after all, if the instructors collapsed, no one would bring back food anymore.

Still, some people didn’t care about the bigger picture.

Yan Shengnan had already eaten through all the snacks Duan Yiyi gave her. At lunch, she only got half a piece of compressed biscuit. So when she saw Zhihan and Duan Yiyi making three bowls of noodles, she immediately stepped in front of them.

“There’s only two of you. Why are you making three bowls? You’d rather stuff yourselves than share with others?”

The students nearby started eyeing Zhihan and Duan Yiyi with suspicion.

Zhihan explained calmly,
“The extra bowl is for my boyfriend. He’s badly injured and unconscious. He’s quarantined by the door. We don’t have extra.”

Yan Shengnan’s face twisted in fury. She raised her voice:
“You’re feeding a zombie with food this precious?! He already looks like a corpse—he’s going to die anyway! Can’t live without a man, is that it?”

Zhihan was already used to her venomous tone.

She took a deep breath and said evenly,
“That’s right. I can’t live without my boyfriend. He bought this box of noodles with his family access card, and I’m making it for him.”

Duan Yiyi frowned and spoke up unhappily,
“You wouldn’t even have gotten that half a bun last time if it weren’t for Zhihan’s boyfriend. And now you’ve got the nerve to say something like that?”

The guy who had bought thirty buns earlier was Zhihan’s boyfriend. He’d been running a high fever and unconscious for three or four days now.

Yan Shengnan slinked back to her seat, but her resentful eyes stayed locked on Zhihan’s hands—watching as she carefully fed the noodles to the unconscious boy, even pouring the broth down his throat.

Soon, Lu Yunhe returned with the instructors who’d gone out for supplies—or more accurately, he was carried back by them.

Food had run out inside the school days ago. Lu Yunhe had started venturing outside the campus with his team. But the number of zombies was growing exponentially. Every mission was a brush with death.

Su Ci waited for him to come back every day—always bloodied and wounded—yet he never failed to push his own share of food into her hands, saying he had the virus in him and didn’t need to eat.

But the truth was, he was on his last legs.

Because of his serious injuries, they brought back even less food today. Each person got half a sausage or two small cookies at most. Complaints filled the cafeteria.

Su Ci pushed a few chairs together and laid him on top, using crude tools to tend to his wounds. She fed him a bit of saved water and some dry instant noodles.

Beside her, Company Commander Du looked stricken.
“It’s my fault. I insisted on getting frozen meat from the supermarket storage. I didn’t know there were zombies locked in there…”

Instructor Li patted his shoulder.
“The chief actually praised your initiative. Don’t blame yourself. Look, Chief Lu’s a tough one—he’ll pull through.”

Half-conscious, Lu Yunhe felt someone feeding him. He struggled to open his eyes, but his pupils were milky and clouded—he couldn’t see faces clearly.

Still, he knew who had been looking after him every day.

His cracked lips moved as he mumbled,
“I’m sorry… do it. Just do it…”

Because of who he was, he wasn’t allowed to show favoritism. Even giving her his own rations wasn’t enough to fill her stomach.

Lu Yunhe hated his own powerlessness.

His body was changing. He could feel it. Soon, he’d completely turn into a zombie—a monster on the opposite side of everything he once protected.

“Hurry… before I do something I regret…”

Veins bulged in his hand as he gripped Su Ci’s.

But the truth was—Su Ci was never in danger of going hungry.

If she wanted, she could have as much food as she needed.

Every day, people skipped meals to bring her offerings. But she always refused—until Zhihan brought over her last cup of instant noodles.

This time, Su Ci finally accepted.

“Thank you. If you ever need anything, I’ll return the favor.”

Zhihan waved it off quickly.
“No need, no need. You’re too polite. Honestly, we were going to give it to Instructor Lu, but he always refused to eat our food.”

Su Ci slowly began feeding the noodles to Lu Yunhe.

The others, holding what little rations they had just received, stood in silence for a moment. Then one by one, they stepped forward, saying they weren’t hungry and wanted to give their food to Su Ci and the chief.

Watching this, Yan Shengnan felt her hunger twist into resentment. Rage bubbled in her chest until she felt physically sick.

People kept skipping meals to bring food to that girl. Before, when Su Ci refused, she’d thought it was because she had a clear head and good judgment.

But now she was doing this?

“So just because you’re pretty, you get to play the saint and take everyone’s life-saving food? You’re feeding that thing? You saw his mutated eyes and skin, didn’t you?”

“He’s already a monster! If you’ve got a knife in your hand, why don’t you stab him and end it?!”