Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 177

The moment You Che spotted that eyesore of a copycat, his first instinct was to step forward and shield Su Ci completely behind him.

His lips were pressed tight, his whole body tense. Still feeling it wasn’t enough, he reached over and yanked Tangyuan—who was looking down at his phone—forward to act as a human wall.

As a result, the bashfully downcast Zhuang Jingyi failed to notice that the group across from her had a girl as well.

A girl wearing the exact same powder-blue floral bubble dress she had on.

Only this version had finer tailoring, more elegant detailing.

All her attention was on You Che tugging and shoving Tangyuan around.

Tangyuan happened to be her favorite “soft boy” type—fair and sweet-looking, the classic omega vibe that was easy to adore.

Rebellious black-haired bad boy versus obedient blond curls—just one glance was enough to fill her head with dozens of sweet fanfic scenarios.

Meanwhile, Tangyuan, forcibly dragged into being a human shield, shot a subtle glance at Zhuang Jingyi clinging to Qin Mo’s arm. The look in his eyes was unreadable.

While Zhuang Jingyi focused on the wrong things, Qin Mo’s reaction exposed the baser instincts of a man—his gaze instantly locked onto the stunning girl in the crowd.

He had spent a fortune just to show up here today. His primary goal? Get under You Che’s skin.

And if he could steal You Che’s first love, mess around with her, and casually toss her aside—that’d be even better.

But Tangyuan was barely five-foot-seven—nowhere near tall enough to hide the statuesque beauty behind him.

Jet-black hair, flawless porcelain skin, bright eyes and perfect teeth, paired with high-heeled sandals that only emphasized her extraordinary poise and presence. She looked like she’d stepped out of a painting.

Qin Mo still managed to maintain his composure, but his teammates were already gawking like idiots.

Who could’ve guessed that the internet-famous writer “Banwa”—rumored to be an unkempt, ultra-reclusive homebody who never showed her face—would turn out to look like this?

No wonder You Che had made such a public fool of himself being her clingy simp.

The tension broke when Qin Mo took the initiative.

“Well, well, what a coincidence. My little bro just got discharged and I, as the big brother, haven’t even dropped by to visit. Shame on me. Should I swing by for a stay sometime soon?”

Both teams knew the truth about the car accident.

Qin Mo’s eyes drifted past You Che and locked brazenly onto Su Ci in the back row.

“This must be the eloquent little sister-in-law. Nice to finally meet you. I’m You Che’s big brother, Qin Mo. I hope you’ll take good care of him.”

You Che’s eyes were bloodshot, the bones in his fingers cracking from how hard he was clenching his fists.

It was only then that Zhuang Jingyi noticed the girl You Che was shielding behind him. Even though only half her face was visible, it was breathtaking—like a black hole that sucked you in with no escape.

No way… was she really that homewrecker “Banwa” they’d talked about?

And then Zhuang Jingyi froze.

She realized the girl was wearing the exact same dress she had on.

But wasn’t this a limited-edition piece with only one made?

For some reason—whether it was because the girl was just prettier or something else entirely—Zhuang Jingyi felt like the same dress looked ten times more expensive on her.

The obvious interest in Qin Mo’s tone didn’t escape her either. She felt a deep, sudden sense of unease.

Just as You Che was about to lose control and charge over to punch someone, a soft, warm hand caught his.

“Chebao, have them eat somewhere else.”

Not we change locations—they do.

Her gentle tone was laced with unwavering favoritism. Su Ci completely ignored Qin Mo and his people, focusing only on her boy, giving him full trust and affirmation.

She knew her little wolf could handle this kind of pest.

And just like that, You Che—like a territorial guard dog soothed by its master—called the restaurant manager with one hand, pointing at Qin Mo without a shred of politeness.

“Blacklist them.”

The manager didn’t hesitate for a second. “Yes, Young Master You.”

Between the legitimate heir and a fake stand-in, he knew exactly who to side with.

Turning to Qin Mo’s group, the manager’s friendly face morphed into one of sharp disdain.

“Please leave. Our humble establishment can’t afford to serve you.”

He said “please,” but it basically meant “get lost.”

Foiled again, Qin Mo’s expression darkened like the bottom of a pot.

He had hoped to provoke You Che into a scene, so someone would report it to Old Master You and stir up more trouble. But he hadn’t expected You Che to finally learn to play it smart.

“We’re leaving!”

Before they left, he shot a deep look at the girl walking past him. A goddess should stay in the heavens. A piece of trash like You Che didn’t deserve to reach for her.

Zhuang Jingyi had never dined at a place as high-end as Yunxi Elegant Pavilion. She didn’t understand why they had to leave after just a few words.

She refused to be outshone by You Che.

“Qin Mo, why should we give in to them? You’re the real heir of the You family… And my dress—it’s the same as hers…”

She kept whining all the way out.

“Shut up. Do I look like my last name is You?”

Qin Mo was already fed up. If she weren’t so useful for prying You Che’s training plans and strategies out of him, he’d have dumped her a long time ago.

They couldn’t eat at Yunxi Elegant Pavilion, but the team still needed to dine somewhere.

Yet no matter how many upscale restaurants Qin Mo dragged them to, they were turned away one after another.

Even a fool would realize something was off.

Zhuang Jingyi stomped her foot in frustration. You Che was just as tyrannical and lawless as before! Now he wouldn’t even let them eat in peace?!

What she didn’t know was that while Qin Mo was seething from humiliation, deep down he was also relieved.

With his status, he couldn’t afford to spend money as lavishly as You Che.

So dragging his idiot teammates and this clueless woman to some greasy roadside dive was actually the best outcome.

…

Once Qin Mo and his crew left, You Che remained on edge. His whole body was still stiff, distracted.

From past experience, he knew—once the other side noticed his sister, the next step was fighting for her.

“Sis, will you ever leave me?”

Su Ci picked out a boneless piece of fish and placed it on his plate. Her gaze was calm and focused, completely devoid of annoyance or perfunctory kindness.

“What kind of question is that? Of course not.”

“What if I can’t win championships anymore?”

“That won’t happen. You’re the uncrowned king.”

Very few pro players ever make it to a championship. To win three in a row at eighteen? He was already a legend. Even if he retired, no one would ever question his skill.

But right now, he was just a nervous puppy, clinging to his owner, testing boundaries.

“Then why didn’t you let me punch him? Just looking at his face makes me sick. He even got plastic surgery to look like me—so disgusting.”

Under the table, Su Ci gently laced her fingers with his.

“Aren’t you worried that punching someone might get you hurt—and keep you from winning more titles?”

You Che was caught off guard and choked on his words.

“You’re right, sis. I was being impulsive. I still need to win you a ton of trophies and make you proud of me every single time. Being your fan is so worth it.”

The single and loveless teammates: “…”

All those thousands spent on gourmet dishes, yet nothing tasted as good as their captain and his girlfriend’s PDA.

God, when was it their turn to experience sweet, real-life internet romance?

After dinner, everyone headed back to the base. No love confessions awaited them—but a challenge from rival team BOC did.

Coach Sun looked grave. “Just got off the phone. BOC’s coach wants a scrim tomorrow. They specifically asked to test themselves against our starting AD.”