Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 159

“Delivery?”

“What delivery?”

“Go eat at the cafeteria.”

Faced with his roommates’ aggressive questioning, You Che didn’t even look up. He kept fiddling with Su Xu’s phone while delivering three consecutive cold and heartless refusals.

If a man has two working hands and feet, he should either be playing games or delivering food to Big Sister. Otherwise, he might as well have his limbs chopped off and live in a wheelchair.

As for why he had zero interest in his roommates’ survival?

Because these two idiots couldn’t even feed themselves. There was no way they’d ever find wives in the future.

Parasitic wastes like them, who can’t contribute to society or the country, should just stay in bed waiting to rot.

He needed to keep his distance from brain-dead losers like that, so he didn’t pick up their laziness, messiness, or general stupidity by osmosis.

The two starving roommates on the top bunks watched You Che draw such a clear boundary and began seriously wondering if they’d eaten hallucinogenic mushrooms last night.

Otherwise, how the hell did they hallucinate “Che-ge personally went out to get food and even said he had a surprise for them”?

After plugging in Su Xu’s phone to charge, You Che opened the game from last night. He pulled two gameplay screenshots from the replay folder and sent them to his own QQ account.

Next, he opened Big Sister’s game profile.

1,507 matches played, 5,236 likes, highest rank: Master, current rank: Platinum. Her most-played characters were all mechanically demanding marksmen.

And right there on her homepage—she’d set his signature hero as her favorite.

She liked him.

She really liked him.

You Che grinned so wide it almost reached his ears. After admiring the page for a while, he copied her game ID and sent it to his own QQ inbox.

Once that was done, he deleted all of Su Xu’s recent chat records and placed the laggy old phone neatly back on the desk.

The PC and mobile versions of Peak Duel weren’t connected. The mobile version had only been out for a little over a year, and You Che hadn’t made an account yet.

But he had heard about some irritating copycat—always sitting at the top of the mobile leaderboards, hyped up nonstop by marketing bots.

Heh. That useless trash Qin Mo? As if.

Whatever he stole from You Che, You Che would make him cough it all back up—with interest.

Using his ID info, You Che registered a new account. Every name he tried was already taken.

After thinking for a moment, he typed in: 【菜菜姐姐带带】
(Carry me, Veggie Big Sister)

Now that he had an account, it was time to decorate his profile. His fingers moved quickly, tapping into the in-game store to buy cute, girly skins and homepage themes.

Naturally, he made sure to choose [♀] as his gender.

No way could he let Big Sister find out his true intentions.

The best strategy was to start out as a sweet little “bestie.”

[Verification request: Big Sister, can you bless me with a profile sticker? C Univ’s #1 marksman is too OP! I wanna take a selfie with you, pleaaase look at me, OvO]

He checked and rechecked every word to make sure it matched the tone of an adorable girl gamer. Only then did he tap “send” with a trembling finger.

Just a few minutes later, when You Che refreshed Big Sister’s profile page, he noticed her likes had gone up from 5,236 to 5,240.

Each person could only like it once a day.

Four likes. That meant four different people had viewed her profile in that tiny time frame.

Who were these shameless bastards?

Spying on her profile too?

Irritated, You Che ground his molars. He gave her homepage a like, then took screenshots of her profile, hero list, match history, and friend relationships—one by one.

Peel back the layers.
He wasn’t afraid to wait.
So let’s see—who was secretly stalking Big Sister?

That evening, Zhuang Jingyi returned to her rental and, as usual, opened LD to scroll through fan content.

After the splash screen ad faded, the first thing that popped up was a chaotic image tagged #DE.YouChe—with over 100,000 likes and favorites.

Of course. That popular fanfic artist again—

【Che’s Wifey Banwa】

Zhuang Jingyi could never understand why someone would pick such a cringey pen name. Who the hell wants to read delusional self-insert fantasies about their idol? There’s zero immersion!

She understood even less how some random, confusing image could rack up that many likes in just a few hours. The platform even kept boosting it—top of the trending list and all.

Meanwhile, her own carefully written fanfics? A few hundred views, if she was lucky. Likes? Practically nonexistent. She couldn’t even touch the hem of that Banwa person’s stats.

Feeling a mess of unnamed emotions, Zhuang Jingyi clicked the image—only to find the top comment was someone reposting the inverted-color version.

She choked on air.

So it wasn’t just random scribbles?

She’d drawn fanart of You Che too. Not only did it flop with no traffic or income, but fans nearly tore her comment section apart, accusing her of making him ugly and calling her a hater…

The more she thought about it, the more unjust it felt. Seething, she left a comment:

【Zjy: If you’re gonna draw fanart, just draw fanart. No one wants to see you show off your “skills,” strong girl.】

She closed the comment section, only to immediately be recommended Banwa’s new fic:
《What It Feels Like to Be Called Big Sister While Being Fucked by Che》

Another one with over a hundred thousand likes.

All of Banwa’s fics were written in first person. The things she described… it felt like they’d really happened between her and You Che.

Zhuang Jingyi forced herself to read it line by line, nausea growing.

By the latest chapter, when Banwa described locking a sleeping You Che to the bed and taking private photos of him—Zhuang Jingyi couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Slut! What kind of garbage is this?!”

Romance was disgusting. All people cared about these days was what happened in bed. Everyone with a brain knew You Che and Mo Hen were the real couple. Brotherhood over this bondage nonsense any day.

And the idiots in the comment section? Blind pigs, all of them.

【Zjy: Banwa, does this crap not make your heart ache? Did you eat your conscience for breakfast?! Che and Mo Hen have done multiple joint announcements. You just had to wedge in your self-insert fantasy? Newsflash: NO ONE wants to read that garbage.】

She spammed several angry comments in a row before she finally felt slightly less suffocated.

Even if she never stanned You Che again in this life, she still couldn’t stand to see anyone breaking him and Mo Hen up—especially not some delusional romance writer.

Same-sex was true love. Hetero was just for reproduction.

What could possibly beat the thrill of bones-deep angst, age gaps, dual pro players, and rivals-to-lovers?

She opened her own homepage: just a handful of likes. Not a single paid bonus unlock. Her lukewarm posts were all fanfics about You Che.

In her past life, it was those very fics—about You Che and Mo Hen—that had finally brought her some traffic and fans.

Which meant… You Che was already losing popularity. Mo Hen was the new esports darling.

With that in mind, Zhuang Jingyi deleted all her past posts, changed her profile photo and bio to mark herself as a Mo Hen-only fan, and started uploading fresh content.

This time, she swore she’d only write for Mo Hen.

As for that Banwa writer—so what if she got famous off You Che’s popularity? Sooner or later, she’d get sued into the ground.

Zhuang Jingyi knew exactly what kind of psycho You Che really was.

Sure, his public persona was all about spoiling fans. But in reality, he held grudges like no one else. Just a few fanfics were enough for him to lawyer up and sue people into bankruptcy.

Liking him… what a joke. She must’ve been blind.

Smirking with bitterness, Zhuang Jingyi uploaded her first Mo Hen fic to the platform. Then she began refreshing it every few minutes, waiting for the views to rise.

Ten minutes passed…

53 views.
0 likes.
0 favorites.
0 bonus unlocks.
6 downvotes.