Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 163

Coach Sun had put the call on speaker and set the phone down on the conference table. Ah Qi’s shriek came through loud and clear. You Che frowned, the crease between his brows tightening in displeasure.

“What the hell are you screaming about?”

Then, in a deliberately slow, over-articulated voice, he clarified with a sneer:
“In your eyes, I’m that kind of guy? If anyone’s doing the sleeping, it’s fans sleeping with me.”

Ah Qi rubbed his ears in disbelief.
“Uh… Che-ge, can you say that again?”

Did the car accident scramble his brain? Or had something supernatural taken over his body?

How could someone say something like “if anyone’s doing the sleeping, it’s fans sleeping with me”—and in such a smug tone?

The rest of the team fell into collective silence.

An awkward silence.

Wasn’t this the same guy who once claimed he’d never give fan girls the time of day?

Now he was volunteering to get slept with?

On the other end, You Che just kept going, full of pride:
“If you knew which fan I’m meeting, you’d be jealous too. I got lucky—simple as that.”

DE.Shang Xue:
“???”

Top laner Qing Jian, never one for subtlety, jumped in:
“Che-ge, let us come too! You just got out of the hospital, we haven’t had a team dinner. Let’s surprise her together!”

Most fans who like a particular player are also fond of the whole team. DE had always been a drama-free club, united in spirit. So Qing Jian figured, why not turn this mini meet-and-greet into a warm-up fan event?

Now it was You Che’s turn to be speechless.

“What, she’s your fan now? You think you can just tag along?”

To cut off their delusional hopes, he emphasized:
“She’s my solo stan. Do you even know what that means? No? Didn’t think so.”

“She only buys my merch. Only cheers for me during matches. Only my posters and photos in her room. Follows me, takes candid shots of me, puts me on body pillows, uses the same gaming keyboard as me—”

Mid laner Yu Zhe twitched.
“…Che-ge, maybe you should stop talking. That doesn’t sound like a solo stan anymore—it sounds like a hardcore sasaeng. I’m worried for your safety.”

You Che’s tone remained cool, but he couldn’t hide the pride:
“And you think you get it? Mind your own business. What could a girl possibly do to me?”

“Besides, she likes me this much. If I have to sacrifice a little for her happiness, so what? It’s not like I’m being taken advantage of. I’m just spoiling my fan. What’s wrong with that?”

Team: “…?”

Was that really You Che? Was their boss possessed?

Ah Qi, still dazed, suddenly zeroed in on the important question:
“We know you haven’t taken advantage, but… has she?”

What if this all led to some massive scandal?

The bragging abruptly stopped. For a good thirty seconds, You Che said nothing. Then he casually replied:

“She might’ve done a few questionable things, but that’s not the point. The point is—I’m her favorite.”

“Anyway, I’ve got nothing more to say to you clueless losers with no solo stans and zero fan service game. I’m still moving, bye.”

Team & Coach: “……”

What do you do when your boss has a post-accident mental break?

After hanging up, You Che slipped his phone into his pocket and bent down to lift a moving box. Just then, the door across the hallway opened. A girl in a casual denim skirt stepped out.

He froze instantly. Panic flickered across his face like he’d been caught red-handed, then he quickly forced a sheepish smile.
“Sis, heading out?”

He lowered his eyes to the box, pretending he was running an errand for someone upstairs—not secretly moving into her building.

She absolutely could not find out he was relocating to the unit above her. If she did, his hardworking good-boy persona would shatter, and he’d look like a straight-up creep.

“What a coincidence, you too?”

Su Ci gave him a nod, her gaze landing on the large box in his arms.
“That looks heavy. Can your hand handle it? Want me to help get it to the elevator?”

“N-No need! I got it, thank you, Sis!”

You Che hoisted the box and practically bolted into the elevator, mashing the close button the second he was in. Half of it was because he didn’t want to trouble her—but the other half? He was terrified she’d see through him.

His heart was still racing. He completely forgot how just a few minutes ago, he’d left the elevator to stage a fake encounter, intentionally hanging around her door for that exact reason.

When he couldn’t see her, he missed her like crazy. But the moment she appeared, he was a mess—excited, shy, overwhelmed.

She was still so kind. If she ever found out all the messed-up things he did behind her back… would she still be this warm, this sweet?

Su Ci went out for lunch and brought back two coffees. She messaged him to come help carry the easel and paint supplies.

They were headed to the scenic Wangjiang Garden nearby. It had rained that morning, and the sun had come out in the afternoon. The air was thick with the scent of flowers and fresh earth.

“Alright, just leave it here. I sent your runner’s fee already. Come back at six to help pack up.”

You Che shook his head, lips pressed together. After setting up the easel and unfolding her stool, he even fetched a bottle of water for her.
“I’ve got nothing to do today. I want to stay and watch you paint.”

Su Ci handed him a coffee and some snacks.

“If you’re not gonna get bored, then suit yourself.”

“No way. Your painting’s amazing.”

Even if he couldn’t understand it, it was definitely his fault—not hers!

He laid out a picnic mat on the grass and stretched out. He said he was watching her paint, but his eyes stayed glued to her profile.

The sunlight was hot, but not enough to distract him from shamelessly staring.

Something felt off, though. She said this was a plein-air sketching trip, but her canvas didn’t feature any flowers, trees, or parkgoers.

Just like last time—it was full of dark, heavy strokes.

“Sis, what are you painting?”

She didn’t hide it.
“You.”

“R-Really?” He smacked his flushed cheeks, joy bubbling from his eyes and brows. “Where is it me, Sis? I can’t tell.”

“Everywhere is you.”

Getting sold off and still smiling about it. So cute.

You Che blinked at the dark, abstract painting, thoroughly confused.
Was she… was she painting his inner darkness?

Did she already know he wasn’t a good person, so she deliberately used all that black paint?

He suddenly felt like the sky was falling.

Thanks to the real-life model sitting right there, Su Ci finished the painting quickly. She snapped a photo for her records, then handed it over once the paint was dry enough.

“This one’s for you. Think it looks like you?”

You Che smiled like a total NPC:
“Of course it does! You painted it, so of course it does! I’ll keep it safe forever.”

Even if he couldn’t understand art now—someday, he’d figure out what she meant by it.

Once he got home, he placed the painting in a cool, shaded spot and took photos of it from every angle. He planned to frame it once it was completely dry.

From certain angles, he caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure—lean, muscular, with defined lines. But the overlapping colors made it hard to make out clearly.

It was abstract.

Which is why he shamelessly cropped one image and set it as his profile pic, proudly adding a note in his bio:
【Avatar art used with permission from the artist】

Not even that bastard Su Xu had one of these!

A one-of-a-kind honor.

A gift from his sister.

Oh yeah!