Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 164

At 8:00 PM, You Che requested a mobile game pro training account from the team club.

He powered on the streaming gear he’d just bought, adjusted the lighting and camera, and went live on DouMao.

The streaming account had been registered ages ago. Every team member had monthly streaming obligations.

But You Che, being the boss, had only joined two team streams before getting bored and essentially dropping off the platform.

Even so, the account had been sitting idle for a while. Despite never posting a single piece of content, it had already amassed nearly 200,000 followers.

Longtime fans knew: You Che only streamed once every two to three months.

He never showed his face or hands—just booted up the game and let his flashy plays do the talking.

So when fans got the notification that he was live, the first batch to flood in were stunned—because instead of a game screen, they saw him adjusting filters and beauty settings, face full-on in front of the camera.

【What the hell is this? AI impostor?】
【Wasn’t he in a car accident? Can he still even compete? Is this a retirement cash grab?】
【I don’t care if he never wins again—as long as he puts in effort for us, it’s enough.】
【Don’t be parasocial brained! Why can’t we have both the championship and Che-ge?】
【DE.Shangxue: ???】
【DE.Yuzhe: Che-ge, how long are you gonna admire yourself in the mirror? The team’s all here, just waiting for you to start.】
【DE.Tangyuan: 111】
【DE.Qingjian: Che-ge, where your fans at?】

When that last comment dropped—the one with the keyword—You Che finally stopped admiring himself.

His voice was cold and matter-of-fact: “You guys go play the PC version. Tonight’s a fan carry session. You’re not invited.”

Team: “…?”

Since when did he start caring so much about fan service?

【DE.Qingjian: Come on, just think of it as relaxing. Che-ge, let me carry some fans with you.】

Qingjian was sure that one of the fans hopping in tonight had to be the obsessive stalker-fan from this afternoon.

They’d basically got Che-ge hook, line, and sinker.

No way he wasn’t gonna taste the bait.

All the team’s training accounts were already on each other’s friends lists, so the four of them slipped into You Che’s team room, loitering there just to see who this “mystery stalker” was.

You Che frowned. “She your fan or something? Who told you to invite yourself? You think esports doesn’t require hearing comprehension?”

He just said that this was his solo stan.

Solo. Stan. Got it?

【You have been removed from the team room by the host.】

Their own team leader had kicked them out—while live. Nobody was laughing now.

No hesitation. You Che booted all four lightbulb teammates, then adjusted the game and chat window layout before pulling out his phone to share the stream link with Su Ci.

[C-University You Che]: Sis, I caught You Che streaming! Heard he’s doing a fan draw tonight for ranked carry. Wanna check it out?

Su Ci had him on special alerts, so when the notification popped up and the chat box previewed his message, she nearly laughed out loud.

This silly kid had actually used her drawing from earlier today as his profile picture.

Did he seriously not feel any embarrassment?

…

Meanwhile, Zhuang Jingyi had reinstalled Love Diary.

Not for anything emotional—just because she realized she’d been leaving a lot of easy money on the table. The fandom world was full of shippers willing to drop real cash for CP content.

Back when she wrote You Che x Mo Hen fanfics, a few rich fans had rewarded her handsomely. It was easy money—just tapping away on a keyboard could net her a few thousand yuan.

Of course, rich fans weren’t always easy. Some wanted smutty content, and Zhuang Jingyi had to post it on foreign sites to bypass content moderation.

But that got tedious. Sometimes she just got lazy and directly sent VIPs download links or .txt files. The content? Absolutely wild.

In return, the money came rolling in.

But somehow, You Che found out.

He hired a lawyer and took her to court, suing for distributing obscene material and defamation.

When she begged him to drop the case, claiming to be a long-time fan, he was merciless.

He told her, if she liked inventing stories about him so much, she could write them by hand—**in front of him—**until her hand broke. Then he’d consider dropping the charges.

That humiliation haunted her.

So this time, she swore she’d never cross paths with You Che again.

But two days later, she was already regretting it.

She realized that writing Mo Hen fanfics got significantly fewer views. Worse, tons of You Che’s fans swarmed in to flame her, accusing her of dragging down Che for clout.

Tch. Had she really dragged him down?

The truth was that Mo Hen had better character. And now that You Che was injured, his career was likely downhill from here. Making him bottom for Mo Hen in her fic was already a mercy.

Even though she didn’t dare write another word about You Che, watching other writers cash in off his name made her green with envy.

Why did he only go after her?

Who the hell was this new writer called “Banwa”? She didn’t remember anyone like that last time. Maybe he sued her too, and she vanished?

Zhuang Jingyi stared blankly at her homepage.

Yesterday’s revenue: ¥0.01.
From watching an ad.

What a joke.

What had she done wrong? All she ever did was write CP content and make a little money. If not for fans like her, would You Che even be famous?

Why didn’t he ever appreciate his fans?

After much deliberation, she caved. She remembered that in the last timeline, You Che had streamed on DouMao during this time—and she was lucky enough to get selected to queue with him.

The other three fans were guys. The rest of the girl fans were incredibly jealous of her. Her Weibo follower count shot up by thousands overnight, and she even trended for a bit—

#YouChe’sFirstFanGirlPartner#

Even though it was just a game carry, the buzz was massive.

If she could ride that wave again, maybe she could become a micro-influencer. With some loyal fans, her future fic posts would come with built-in traffic.

Determined, Zhuang Jingyi logged into DouMao and jumped into You Che’s stream, hoping history would repeat itself and she’d be one of the lucky four.

…

The raffle results went live at 8:30 PM.

The moment Su Ci entered the stream, the boy in front of the camera grinned at her, all sunshine and teeth, and even resized his facecam window just to make sure she could see him clearly.

She’d clicked in through the link he sent, so on You Che’s end, it automatically showed that he’d invited user 【Banwa】.

“Welcome 【Banwa】 to the stream! Click the lucky bag icon in the top right for your chance to win 8888 Mao-coins and a slot in tonight’s queue~”

There were tons of people flooding the chat at this point, and no one had noticed Su Ci’s username—until You Che welcomed her out loud.

【??? What are you trying to pull, You Che?】
【Holy crap! Banwa-sama!】
【Why’d you single out Banwa? Don’t tell me you ship her Love Diary fics too?!】
【Ahhhh please write more while watching the stream! I believe in you!】
【Feed us, Mommy Banwa! We’re starving!】
【Big brain theory: what if Banwa and Che are actually dating and already living together?!】
【I’m dropping dead from this sugar overdose!!】

As the chat grew increasingly chaotic, You Che nearly lost his composure.

What the hell were they even talking about?

Chef?
She wasn’t a chef. What meal were they talking about?

If anyone was going to cook in the future, it’d be him cooking for her.

He’d already booked a private culinary tutor!

Still… he did like those last two comments.

Living together? Real couple?

Not bad. At least these fans had taste.

He decided to hand out a few more red envelopes for their trouble.