Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 153

Su Ci stared at the small text in the chat box for several seconds before finally following the support to lie in ambush in the bush.

“Axu, is it inconvenient for you to use voice right now?”

【Flash-Ult Hold ‘Em Down】: Mm-hmm. My roommate just got back. He’s super polite and quiet, goes to bed early and never stays up. I don’t want to disturb his rest.

While casually checking the stats and queueing up for items, You Che smoothly spun a story, painting himself as a model student who studied hard and lived clean.

The team’s jungle and mid were a couple. Seeing this, they instantly decided to copy the act.

【Stepdad Jungle Carry】: If she gets buffs, my baby gets them too. Babe, come grab red in the enemy jungle~
【Divorced Single Mom】: On my way, hubby~

Top lane orphan silently punched in a question mark.

【Bald Sweet Potato of Anguish】: ? I A-clicked the enemy red for ten minutes and you’re using it to flirt? That’s my girl or yours, huh?

Seriously, what was it with couples in games these days? Did they not need vision? Could they not see the two giant untouched buff camps in our own jungle?

【Stepdad Jungle Carry】: Sorry bro. Just that grabbing the enemy’s buffs looks cooler. I’ll give you both home jungle buffs as compensation, alright?

【Bald Sweet Potato of Anguish】: … Freaking nutjob.

The three of them were too busy flirting and typing to pay attention to lane, and before they knew it, they got ganked and wiped in a 0-for-3 teamfight. Huge loss.

Out of the five-man team, only the top laner was actually trying to win.

After dying, he moved his camera and saw the AD and support lounging in the nearest bush—one spinning in place dancing, the other clapping and cheering.

【Flash-Ult Hold ‘Em Down】: How was my dance, sis? Shame it’s not the PC version, or I’d really show you my signature moves.

Top laner nearly had a stroke.

【Bald Sweet Potato of Anguish】: Can you two stop flirting mid-game?! One more teamfight and they’ll snowball. We’re gonna throw this!

【Bald Sweet Potato of Anguish】: This is my promotion match, for crying out loud!!

That last bit he shouted over team mic—nearly blew everyone’s ears out.

In front of the screen, You Che casually adjusted his Bluetooth earpiece, only to jam it right back in. He blocked out his teammates’ whining with such speed it left afterimages.

Tch. So loud he couldn’t even hear his “sister’s” voice clearly. And that raspy voice like a busted kettle—no wonder the guy was still single.

He typed a perfectly reasonable explanation at a leisurely pace.

【Flash-Ult Hold ‘Em Down】: Simple math. If you guys didn’t die, you might’ve stolen my AD’s pentakill. So of course I didn’t help.

Especially that jungle-mid couple. They couldn’t even grasp the basics of leaving buffs for their carry—how were they supposed to copy her godlike mechanics?

Besides, there were practical considerations. Using three throwaway teammates to bait out enemy ults and cooldowns? Totally worth it.

Top laner glanced at his own tragic 0-3-0 score, then at the AD’s godlike 10-0-3, and quietly muted himself.

No need for further humiliation.

The jungle—who had failed to steal red and gotten his partner killed in the process—was on full tilt.

【Stepdad Jungle Carry】: Yeah yeah, your AD is cracked, but what’s that got to do with you? You’re just riding coattails, poser.

Top laner went full kneel-and-worship mode.

【Bald Sweet Potato of Anguish】: My bad, dude, seriously. You and the lady AD are the most in-sync duo I’ve ever seen. If you wanna flirt in-game, I’ll be your wedding MC!

He didn’t even finish typing before the enemy Nexus exploded.

Back in the post-game lobby, You Che’s jet-black eyes locked onto the couple avatar icons with laser focus.

He pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, suddenly feeling… oddly annoyed.

Wasn’t she supposed to be a flirt? A “fish farmer”? Top lane had said they were a couple—why didn’t she deny it?

Since when did a seasoned player like that confirm a relationship so easily?

Shouldn’t she at least clear a few top-ranked servers, drop a few hundred grand, send a couple of luxury gifts, or plan some candlelit dinner before making it official?

Just linking “bestie” profiles and throwing out a few matching icons? Amateur hour. Not even worth watching.

But in reality…

Su Ci hadn’t denied it because the game ended too fast. And she was so used to being mistaken for Su Xu’s girlfriend by random teammates that she didn’t see the point in explaining anymore.

Besides, wasn’t that actually her boyfriend playing on the account?

As a qualified fangirl-girlfriend, recognizing her idol’s movement patterns and tone of voice was second nature. Tonight’s fanfic material practically wrote itself.

He really liked calling people “Jie” (sis), huh? Must be the age gap.

Maybe she should title the new piece:
“What It’s Like to Be Called ‘Sis’ by Che-che While Getting Absolutely Wrecked by Him.”

He totally gave off little-wolfdog energy—the jealous, clingy kind who’d go wild with kisses just to prove he was better than anyone else.

Su Ci waited a bit, but the next match didn’t start. She turned on her mic and asked gently:
“Axu, are you resting for the night? Or… is something bothering you?”

The warm concern in her soft voice made You Che’s heart seize up again. He was gritting his teeth in frustration.

Ugh. There really weren’t many girl flirts this good at emotional support left. Who else would even notice a no-name account like Su Xu’s?

【Flash-Ult Hold ‘Em Down】: Nope, all good, Sis. It’s the weekend tomorrow—let’s keep going while we’re in the zone. Carry me up the ladder!

Normally, he’d never help someone climb ranks they didn’t deserve.

But this girl? She wasn’t a noob. She got MVP pentakills every match. How could that possibly count as being carried?

If anything, she was the one carrying him.

As for when she solo queued?

You Che didn’t even want to think about it. Why would she solo queue? With him as her adorable in-game partner, why would she need to?

She should never solo queue.

Every match she played should be with him. Only him. Sweet duo queue or nothing.

When Su Xu came back from the bathroom holding his stomach, the game was still in queue. He glanced at the chat box and saw the words:
“Sis, I’m doing great.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I’m not doing great at all. My stomach’s killing me.”

You Che didn’t even look up, holding the phone out of reach with a casual air.
“Helping someone means going all the way. Don’t worry—I didn’t give anything away. I’m carrying her up the ladder.”

Su Xu, as always, was blissfully unaware. He dragged a chair over to sit next to You Che.
“I wanna play too. Let’s trio queue. Carry both of us.”

A dark cloud settled over You Che’s elegant face.

What the hell?

So now he was expected to be the third wheel? A lovestruck simp? And he had to simp for both of them?

Did he look like a clown to them?

You Che pulled open his backpack, took out a wallet, and tossed it at Su Xu. The unfolded wallet revealed rows upon rows of sleek black and silver credit cards.

Su Xu stared, confused.
“What are you doing? It’s late. I’m not going on a food run.”

You Che calmly recited a password:
“It’s only nine. Not that late. Go buy a new phone. And a new laptop. And keyboard. Go wild. Just give me your phone.”

“I suddenly realized your no-brand phone actually performs pretty well. Smooth interface, no lag, good hand feel.”

Su Xu looked at his three-year-old, 90Hz screen, overheating mess of a phone that barely cost 1,500 yuan and sank into deep thought.

But since You Che insisted, he didn’t hold back. He pulled out a silver credit card and stood up.

“Fine, I’ll get the new phone. Just let me say a few words to her first. We had lunch today—if she gets food poisoning too, that’s gonna be a problem…”

You Che pushed him away with one hand.

“Get going. Seriously, you’re telling a girl you got diarrhea? Have some self-respect.”