Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 152

[Disclaimer: Both the game and the tournament are fictional creations. Any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental. (Author sighs) The noob who wrote this either sleeps in class or writes during breaks—no way I could’ve actually broken into the e-sports scene. Game mechanics are loosely based on League of Legends, and hero attributes inspired by Honor of Kings.]

#TopADFallsFromThrone
#StarPlayerYouCheFromDETeamInCarAccident – DE May Miss Playoffs!
#DE’s Championship Streak Ends Here
#SummerDarkHorseBOC’sMoHenRisingToFame
#ShowdownPeak – MoHen Tipped for FMVP!

“This is commentator DunDun bringing you the latest updates: a black horse, a genius, a star ADC, a rising legend dazzling both opponents and teammates…”

“The spotlight and glory once exclusively belonging to DE.YouChe are now being one-by-one overtaken by BOC.MoHen. Nicknamed ‘Little YouChe,’ this breakout rookie has been unstoppable since his debut on the pro stage…”

The excited commentary buzzed endlessly through the headphones, but Zhuang Jingyi sat frozen, completely tuning it out.

Once, she had been DE.YouChe’s most diehard fan.

Every offline match? She was there, cheering him on in the front row.

Even after the games ended, she wouldn’t leave—she’d hang around backstage trying to get a photo or autograph. Not once did she succeed.

She bought every single FMVP skin he ever got. The moment they were released, she snapped them up.

She managed fan clubs, fought trolls, created fan hashtags, wrote fanfiction to boost his popularity…

And what did she get in return?

She got a response from YouChe so disgustingly cold it made her sick.

Zhuang Jingyi couldn’t understand—what did she do wrong? All she’d done was write some lighthearted “rival-turned-brotherhood” fanfiction about YouChe and MoHen. Why did he react like that?

Why couldn’t he see all that she’d done for him?

She was just enjoying a bit of CP culture! So what if she liked “enemies-to-lovers”? Personal tastes shouldn’t be a crime!

Besides, YouChe and MoHen—same talent, same playstyle, same main heroes—they were practically mirrored versions of each other! They were meant to be paired!

What she hadn’t expected was that YouChe would not only lash out at her verbally, but also pull strings to get her fan account and CP posts permanently banned.

She had never seen an e-sports player that cold-blooded in her life.

Well, this time she wasn’t going to stan YouMo (YouChe x MoHen) anymore. She was going to become a MoHen-only fan and tear YouChe down a peg.

She would make him regret everything.

After the livestream ended, her roommates let out a string of defeated sighs.

“Ugh, MoHen is insane. MVP every match like it’s nothing.”

“Such a shame. If YouChe’s hand wasn’t injured, MoHen wouldn’t even have a chance.”

“Exactly! What a copycat—wannabe clown! Even his hero pool and outfits are copy-paste YouChe. Pathetic!”

Zhuang Jingyi snapped. “Can you all just shut up? Who said ADCs with slick mechanics have to be YouChe? MoHen’s just as good, if not better!”

Her roommates blinked at each other in confusion.

Wasn’t Jingyi the biggest YouChe stan in the dorm?

Why the sudden 180, now defending MoHen?

Besides… YouChe was just injured, not dead. People only called MoHen “Little YouChe” to be polite. Everyone knew the real god-tier player was still YouChe.

Version after version, new champs rise, but every true king still bows to the YouGod. MoHen’s mechanics and game sense didn’t even come close to the original edge-lord ADC.

And even looks-wise? Not even in the same league.

Dorm 5013, male wing.

Three guys were glued to their games. One was deep in a battle royale, one was faking noobhood to scam a carry into boosting him, and the third was wearing headphones and sweet-talking his duo partner.

“Sis, here’s a healing donut—take it!”

“Sis, I secured red buff for you—come grab it!”

“Sis, I gifted you the new skin—check your mailbox and try it out!”

“Sis, why’s the other team higher level than us? After this round, I’m buying an intimacy charm for us!”

The map-runner almost hurled his leftover dinner.

“Su Xu, bro, come on. You’re simping way too hard. Simps get nothing in the end—trust me. Hand her over, let me take a swing. I’ve got the charm.”

“Step aside! I’m the king of online dating. The most passionate lover in all of Magic City, that’s me!”

Su Xu, boyish with messy hair and sunlit features, looked like the poster child for “natural flirt.”

He was about to defend himself, but then remembered both these roommates once tried hitting on his little sister and instantly changed his tune. “No way. Don’t even think about it.”

Those two were hopeless—worse players than him, uglier too. How could he possibly let them date his sister?

After helping his sister secure MVP and smash the enemy’s base, Su Xu quickly queued up another match, afraid his roommates would try to sneak into their duo room.

Click—

The door creaked open with the soft sound of a key turning. A pale, slender hand pushed the door wide, fingers so well-defined they looked carved from jade.

“What are you guys yelling about? I could hear you all the way down the hall.”

The newcomer wore a baseball cap low over refined, handsome features. His expression was cool and lazy, and the casual tee-and-shorts combo only emphasized his height and those lean, wrist-baring limbs.

“Whoa! Bro You, you’re alive?!”
“Dude, thank god you’re back!”

His roommates practically threw themselves at his feet, ready to worship.

Despite being the youngest in the dorm, YouChe had single-handedly earned the title of “Room Dad” thanks to his god-tier gameplay.

“Sis, my roommate’s back…”

Only Su Xu kept his cool—mainly because he was mid-duo with his sister and needed laser focus.

Suddenly, a sharp pang hit his stomach.

He quickly shoved his phone at the guy on the top bunk. “YouChe, help me play this round—my stomach’s acting up. I need to hit the restroom.”

YouChe glanced down. It was the same mobile MOBA he used to play—Showdown Peak, a wildly popular 5v5 game with both mobile and PC versions. The mobile one was easier.

Ever since his injury, he’d barely touched it. He was still in recovery.

He casually tossed the phone on the desk.

Let it AFK.
A duo with a girl? Boring. Not worth his time.

Everyone knew YouChe didn’t duo with girls. That was gospel.

His roommate saw him really wasn’t going to play and panicked. “Bro You, seriously—at least try a little. That’s Su Xu’s online girlfriend. If we lose, she might rage quit.”

Online girlfriend?

YouChe frowned. For the sake of dorm peace, he begrudgingly picked up the phone and randomly chose a support role.

As soon as the match loaded, a blinding couple’s name combo hit his eyes, complete with BFF tags and embarrassingly obvious matching avatars.

The guy was called [FlashToUlt],
The girl was called [TowerDiveDoubleKillAt1HP],
And their icons? A blue British Shorthair and a Ragdoll.

Couple-bound and marked as BFFs—he didn’t need a genius to read between the lines.

His idiot roommate had clearly become someone’s backup boyfriend in a massive fishpond.

YouChe casually piloted the support, wandering aimlessly like he was window shopping in-game. His gameplay perfectly matched what you’d expect from someone at that low rank.

Warded? Dead.
Blocked a skill? Dead.
Dived under tower? Also dead.

In e-sports, being bad was a sin.

He couldn’t understand why idiots kept getting carried into ranks they didn’t deserve.

They got yelled at, dragged teammates down, and ruined matches for everyone.

On the other side, Su Ci noticed something was off. The usually chatty guy had gone completely quiet. She glanced at the stats: Su Xu was sitting at 0-3-6.

Not terrible, but not great either.

Teen boys had fragile egos and strong competitiveness. Maybe dying a few too many times had soured his mood.

She calmly kited the enemy jungle and mid with fluid positioning and nailed a double kill with her AD. Then she pushed into their jungle, bringing the blue buff down to a sliver of HP.

“Ah Xu, come get the blue.”

YouChe had just put on his Bluetooth headset when her soft voice hit him—gentle and crystalline, like a spring bubbling up in the dark, or a cool breeze brushing through a summer night.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The world went quiet.

All he could hear through the headset was her calling “Ah Xu”… and his own heart pounding out of rhythm.

After who-knows-how-many buffs, the once-unshakable top AD player suddenly fumbled his movement, blew Flash for no reason, and wobbled toward the blue buff with a clumsy, lopsided step. He tapped one basic attack and took the buff.

Then his fingers flew across the screen, typing in chat:

[FlashToUlt]: Thank you, sis~ How’d you know I was out of mana? This blue buff is perfect timing. Sis, come here—I’ll help you get a penta kill!

Mini-Theater

YouChe: Online dating’s actually kinda nice. So is duo queue. I never said I don’t carry girls. I said I don’t carry anyone but sis. Problem?