Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 175

One day, the former three-time championship top laner DE.Lightblade was thrown out of the team base for trying to hit on the captain’s girlfriend. He was made to stand under the scorching sun for half an hour as punishment.

Did his teammates, who were supposed to share his resentment, plead on his behalf?

Answer: They added fuel to the fire and gloated.

In esports, performance heavily relies on form and reaction speed. You Che’s teammates were all teenage boys not yet twenty—energetic, lively, and spirited.

When they got excited, even Su Ci had a hard time handling them.

Luckily, she didn’t have to manage any interpersonal relations. She simply greeted them politely, and everything else was arranged by You Che.

Coach Sun watched in disbelief as the boys did a complete 180. Weren’t they just talking about teaching this sasaeng girlfriend a lesson? Why did they suddenly turn into obsequious yes-men?

If pouring tea, fawning over her, and expressing concern could be considered giving someone a hard time, then sure—they were executing flawlessly.

The team’s support player, Tangyuan, had a doll-like baby face. If not for his short, curly, bleached hair, he might even be mistaken for a little girl.

Still, when he tried to strike up a conversation with Su Ci, You Che promptly yanked him away by the collar and issued a stern warning.

Tangyuan blinked his round eyes, clearly confused whether it was because their captain was finally back—or for some other reason.

“Captain, I just wanted to say hi to Sis’s little kitty. You’re overreacting. I don’t even like girls.”

“Like or not—it’s just something you say with your mouth, isn’t it?”

You Che shot him a chilly glance, a flicker of warning glinting in his eyes. So what, you don’t like girls? You like smooth-talking, lying scumbags instead?

So you’d throw a match for a guy you like?

“If you want to know anything about the cat, just ask me. You probably don’t even know her ragdoll’s name is Chebao, do you? Chebao scares easily. Stay away.”

It was the first time Tangyuan had been shut down like this.

They used to be the most in-sync ADC–support duo, dominating countless matches together.

And now, just because he’d been in a slump lately, You Che was treating him like this?

Tangyuan lived at the base, so there was no way he hadn’t heard about the coach being told to scout replacements in the second team and youth division.

Yes, he’d thrown a match—but that was after You Che’s car accident, when DE was already out of the championship race. What was wrong with earning a little gambling money?

Truth be told, after DE failed to make top eight in the spring season, You Che started suspecting everyone on the team. Tangyuan just happened to be the unlucky one who got caught.

“Finish your damn snacks and get back to practice. You think loitering around’s gonna fix your boomer-tier mechanics? Can’t manage that? Go play something on 4399.”

The team fell silent, eyes downcast, pretending not to exist. They all thought: Captain must’ve had gunpowder for lunch today.

Still, if they had a girlfriend as hot as his sasaeng—cough, girlfriend—maybe they’d be guzzling vinegar all day too.

You Che ignored them and led Su Ci toward the elevator.

To keep things secure, the team lived on the second floor, but he’d arranged for her to stay on the third floor—in the best room, with the best view and layout.

When they opened the door, Chebao, curled up in Su Ci’s arms and grooming its paws, paused mid-lick.

“Meow?”

Whoa—so many “people”!

And this place… looked just like their old home!

The room was completely plastered with photos of You Che, from childhood to now. It was, admittedly, a little narcissistic.

Eyes lowered, You Che spoke cautiously.

“Do you like it, jiejie? If not, the room next door’s still empty…”

Even though he’d already managed to coax her out of her apartment and into the team base, what he really wanted… was for her to see him every second of every day.

To wake up and fall asleep with his face as the first and last thing she sees. To even dream of him when she sleeps.

He wanted to consume every second of her time.

Wanted her to never, ever leave him—not even for a moment.