Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 157

“Miiiaow~”

A sweet, lilting meow snapped You Che out of his dizzy spell.

A few steps away, in the middle of a fluffy bed, a small dent in the comforter cradled a plush doll of a Ragdoll cat. The snow-white, silky little creature perched on a throw pillow, its two pointy ears upright, big round ice-blue eyes staring at You Che with a mix of blankness and curiosity.

It clearly didn’t understand why the two-dimensional cutout on the wall had suddenly manifested in the room, and even gave the “You Che body pillow” a few tentative paw pats.

“So your avatar’s always been you, huh, little traitor…”

You Che approached the bed, scooped the chirping fluffball into his arms, and found that—probably from seeing too many pictures of him—the kitten wasn’t shy at all.

After just a few gentle strokes, the little cat rolled onto its back, belly exposed, purring contentedly.

Grinning with wicked amusement, the boy curled his lips.

“Heartless little turncoat. Just a few pets and you’re all over me? What, in a few days you’ll be calling me Daddy? Dirty little traitor.”

He’d just hit the jackpot, and by all logic should’ve been over the moon. And he was—kind of. Happy and stunned. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder how his beloved “sister” could be like this in private.

Those posters and photos—so many weren’t even taken from normal angles. Some of the fanart was so bold and shameless that even he, the subject, blushed from looking at them.

Him eating, him dozing off, him picking up a late-night delivery, him spacing out in class… his full face, his profile—every possible version.

Generally speaking, You Che hated fans who only cared about his looks and followed him like stalkers—especially the ones who fantasized about dating him. Exaggerating his appearance was an insult to professional esports players.

Good looks won’t make an opponent go easy on you. Good looks won’t manipulate game mechanics in your favor. And they sure as hell won’t make the trophy fly into your hands on its own.

If you want to coast on your face, go join the entertainment industry. Don’t embarrass yourself in esports.

But faced with what he was seeing in this room…

Only one thought remained in You Che’s mind—

Did she ever… do anything inappropriate with his photos?

She must have… right?

How else could she have that fanart on her wall—his face flushed, shirt off, arms and chest bare, hands bound by a tie, kneeling on a keyboard?

The forbidden thoughts burned through his every nerve ending. His whole body trembled with heat until steam felt like it could shoot from his ears. The tips of his ears and his neck flushed bright red.

Still holding the purring cat plush, he yanked off his delivery vest and coat and flopped dramatically into the bed, only to get jabbed by something beneath the pillow.

He reached under and pulled out a small cat-shaped toy. It didn’t look like it was meant for actual cats. Something about it felt… off.

Driven by curiosity, he opened the Taobao app and used the visual search function on the toy.

When the results popped up, he was so startled he flung his phone.

What he thought was just a plain white cat plush was, in fact, a specially customized product—with a chibi version of his own face printed on it.

Biting his lip, You Che looked both aggrieved and mortified.

How could she do this to him?!

Aaaagh—he was going to lose it!

Even though he’d just shattered his phone, he clutched the toy like it was his last lifeline. His face burned, nose twitching as he sniffed it gently.

No weird smells. Just sweet. And… a little fragrant.

Like a kitten with catnip, he buried his face in the toy, breathing in the scent again and again, until finally—unable to resist—he licked it. Once. Then again.

Sister.
So sweet.
I like it.

He slipped the plush discreetly into his pocket.

Well, he’d already “soiled” it, so she probably couldn’t use it anymore. He’d compensate her later. Maybe give her some cash now and buy her a new set in a few days.

Or better yet, he could play with her directly next time.

…

In the living room, after hearing yet another strange thump from the bedroom, Su Xu couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

“You sure you don’t have anyone hiding in there?”

He couldn’t believe Chet Bao could make that much noise alone.

Oh right—Chet Bao was the Ragdoll cat his sister raised.

His own blue-and-white British Shorthair was back home with their parents. The school dorms didn’t allow pets.

Su Ci’s face remained perfectly calm. “Nope. And even if I did, so what?”

Su Xu munched on some microwaved leftovers, thinking to himself that even if his sister was dating someone, it wasn’t wrong. As long as she liked him and the guy liked her back, it was fine.

If he didn’t like her…

There was no way anyone wouldn’t like his sister. But if some bastard ever dared to take her for granted, cheat on her, or two-time her? He’d beat the guy so bad his own mother wouldn’t recognize him.

“Sis, just take care of yourself, okay? If anyone ever gives you trouble, tell me and Mom and Dad right away. I’m right next door. I’ll come out and wreck him.”

No one could convince him there wasn’t someone hidden in there.

What kind of delivery guy rips up all his tickets?

And who orders that much food unless they’re obviously trying to impress someone?

Definitely a simp.

Still, this simp somehow got into his sister’s bedroom. Gotta admit, the guy had skills. Even he himself had never been allowed in there—not once, not ever.

Su Xu never even considered that this so-called “simp” was actually his own roommate—the one who had stolen his phone—and was currently in his sister’s room… doing god-knows-what.

“Simp” really was the perfect label.

After finishing his midnight snack, Su Xu obediently returned to his room. But his ears were pressed against the wall, alert and listening.

The guy sneaked in this late at night and even tried to hide from him?

What kind of crap was that scumbag planning to pull?

He was going to keep an eye on him.

Forever.

Meanwhile, next door, You Che was thinking the exact same thing.

He knew Su Xu was here, yet the guy still had the nerve to sleep over?

Shameless. Even more shameless than him.

What, did he think the two of them were gonna take turns serving his sister? Tag-team it? Some kind of cuckold roleplay?

You Che felt like he was the betrayed husband in a twisted love triangle—just waking up halfway through the affair. Furious and humiliated, but too scared to lash out and upset her.

He tossed and turned in bed.

Why isn’t she coming back yet?

Did she go to the other room?

His thoughts spiraled, and soon he was questioning everything. Did she even really like him? Why plaster her room with his pictures and still not recognize him?

Was it really him she liked… or just the version of him that stood on the stage, holding championship trophies?

His gaze fell on the scar along his arm, and the light in his eyes dimmed completely.

The doctor had said… it was unlikely he’d ever reach his peak form again.

If he could no longer lead the team to victory, would she tear down everything of his and replace it all with Mo Hen’s cheap imitations?

The thought of it broke his heart.

His ears rang, and a dull ache throbbed in his skull.

Meanwhile, Su Ci had just finished showering in the hallway bathroom. Before entering her room, she gently knocked on the door.

She walked in to find You Che fast asleep, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

There were faint bluish shadows under his eyes, his body trembling slightly. He was clutching her cat, lips curled around a corner of a pillow like it was a pacifier.

“Having a nightmare?”

She reached out to smooth the frown between his brows, gently wiping the sweat from his face with a wet tissue.

His pale, delicate skin was tinged with an unnatural flush, and under the gaze of countless versions of “himself” on the walls and ceiling, he looked heartbreakingly fragile.

“Poor Chet Bao… sleeping so deeply. Aren’t you scared I’ll kiss you silly while you’re out cold?”