Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 178

The camera captured You Che’s change in expression and displayed it on the big screen, eliciting another round of cheers and screams.

The person involved didn’t care at all. He put on his headphones and mic, his left hand—wrapped in a wristband—resting on the keyboard, and casually said,

“Everyone play faster. I’m busy catching up on sleep.”

Yes, catching up on sleep.

Catching up on the sleep his older sister had written about but hadn’t yet experienced.

The audience in the live stream collectively fell silent for a second.

“Alright, alright, this is so You Che.”
“The original fighting a fake—come on, that’s just about who’s got the better hands.”
“But his hand is injured!”
“What’s harder than being a pro player is being You Che’s teammate. That living dad has never said anything remotely human.”
“I’m so done—what’s he acting for? Does he really think his game sense is number one? Don’t cry when you lose later.”

The “peak duel” was a best-of-five series.

In the first round, You Che faced Mo Hen in the lane. Both adopted aggressive playstyles, like dancers on a knife’s edge, their maneuvers dazzling. Two and a half minutes in, You Che seized an opportunity for a pick-off.

Kills were rare in professional matches, and the impact of an AD dying once was almost irreversible.

In the first round, DE shut out BOC.

You Che frowned and glanced at his support, Tang Yuan.

Tang Yuan felt a chill run down his spine from that look.

“What’s wrong, Captain? Did I not play well?”

He hadn’t overtly thrown the game—just made a small positioning error, allowing You Che to take an extra auto-attack.

Could even that be discovered?

Was You Che a devil?

“It’s nothing. You played well. Keep it up.”

You Che didn’t mention replacing him, but in the next two rounds, his playstyle clearly shifted.

Tang Yuan, as agreed with Qin Mo, subtly gave BOC openings. But what he didn’t expect was that before they even engaged, You Che used a fake-out to sell him out first!

You Che secured three MVPs in a row, while Tang Yuan had the lowest score in every game—with an unbearable 0–3 record.

The audience hadn’t even realized what had happened.

“Sacrifice a teammate, boundless power!”
“Hugs for Tang Yuan, he sacrificed too much.”
“Holy crap, do you guys get it? This support tried to sell out You Che—luckily Brother Che didn’t fall for it!”
“Unbelievable. The support gets flamed for selling a teammate and still takes the damage!”
“No matter what, DE is a team. Selling out teammates to show off and not playing cooperatively—You Che is selfish and disgusting!”

The scrim ended early, and though DE fought a beautiful comeback, the players’ faces were all grim.

Of course, Qin Mo’s face on the opposing team was even uglier.

He had clearly studied You Che’s playstyle beforehand, yet still couldn’t win the first game. The later ones were worse—You Che’s thought process was simply incomprehensible to a normal person!

Or… had Zhuang Jingyi lied to him?

Was that woman a mole sent by You Che?! Disguised as a fan just to feed him false information and confuse him?!

In the meeting room.

Tang Yuan lowered his head and apologized, “I’m sorry, You-ge. My hands weren’t feeling it. I was too reckless today, and not coordinating well was my fault.”

The teammates remained silent, utterly disappointed.

This wasn’t just recklessness—it was betrayal.

It was match-fixing that everyone could see, and they didn’t believe their captain couldn’t see it.

Especially a captain as talented and meticulous as You Che—he would definitely kick Tang Yuan out of DE.

But You Che didn’t.

He even smiled and encouraged him.

“I changed my playstyle without telling you. If it weren’t for you baiting them, we wouldn’t have ended the fight so quickly today. It’s not your fault.”

Now the three teammates were all confused.

Did Tang Yuan really not intentionally throw the game?

Or was their captain blinded by love for three years?

Tang Yuan stood at the end of the long table, his fingertips digging deep into his palm.

He quickly glanced at the main seat, then ostentatiously looked away, a painful struggle and wavering flashing in his eyes.

Actually, he had a secret.

A secret he couldn’t tell anyone.

Sorry, Captain.

You Che didn’t care what they thought. His time—apart from matches and training—was all for his older sister.

Woohoo! Time to find his older sister!

Because his sister-in-law lived at the team base, DE became the first team in the circle to work from nine to six, not stay up late, and enjoy delicacies like hairy crabs.

While players from other teams were miserably training and grinding live-stream hours, Shang Xue was pulling his good buddies into a delicious afternoon tea mukbang.

“Envious, right? Captain’s new perk. You guys have to queue at dessert shops, but Brother Che just invites the chef over. Thank you, sister-in-law!”

More players than fans poured into the live stream.

“Daily question: How can I transfer to DE?”
“I’ve been burning three incense sticks morning and night, wishing Brother Che and sister-in-law a happy, glue-like marriage… hoping my transfer application gets approved.”
“Tsk tsk tsk, eating so much—don’t tell me your sister-in-law’s a heavyweight? I feel bad for Che, dating a shut-in.”

Shang Xue slammed the tiramisu toward the camera and cursed, “You’re the heavyweight, you bastard! Your whole family’s full of fat pigs—get out!”

Yu Zhe silently kicked the person out of the live stream.

Qing Jian, on the other hand, lowered his voice mysteriously, “Our Mrs. Banwa is the most beautiful and gorgeous woman in the e-sports circle. No arguments.”

“Photo proof? Of course we can’t show you! What if you all see her and become mistresses trying to break up our captain’s marriage? Then what?”

Fans: Good thing I brought an umbrella—it’s raining insults.

In the dorm, Zhuang Jingyi stared at the words “You have been removed from the room by the moderator” on the screen. Her expression changed, her chest heaving violently.

After Qin Mo lost that match, he hadn’t contacted her for half a month.

She had bragged to her roommates about front-row playoff tickets, telling them not to buy any, but now there was no sign of him.

She sent him messages, but they all vanished into the void.

It was as if they had never known each other.

But how could that be?!

She had already gone to a hotel and slept with Qin Mo!

She hadn’t even had the chance to show off the title of “Qin Mo’s girlfriend” before she tasted the bitterness of a precipitous fall.

In stark contrast to her, You Che and Ban Wa frequently flaunted their affection online, and Ban Wa’s LD account gained countless followers.

You Che wouldn’t deliberately post those things.

But Ban Wa would. Her LD homepage updated punctually every day—sometimes featuring sketches of You Che clinging to her and acting spoiled, other times sweet glimpses of their daily life.

Zhuang Jingyi used a burner account to scrutinize every word.

After learning that Ban Wa and You Che were together, her mindset when reading fanfics and fanart completely changed.

It was still fantasizing about You Che—but why was she the only one attacked by rabid fans, sued by You Che, banned, and made to pay compensation?

With Ban Wa, it was all calm and peaceful. Those idiots even called her Mrs. Banwa, sister-in-law, and told her to cook more.

The most infuriating thing was that Ban Wa’s YY had actually become reality. You Che’s face, a masterpiece from the goddess Nuwa, must have been enough to make her ecstatic—let alone his skill and background.

But that wasn’t the most devastating blow.

After that fleeting glimpse at Yunqi Yaxuan, Zhuang Jingyi’s already twisted mindset completely collapsed.

You Che was nothing compared to Ban Wa’s Nuwa-tier beauty. In front of Ban Wa, he was barely passable.

Zhuang Jingyi couldn’t understand—how could a girl like Ban Wa receive fate’s unreserved favoritism?

Unparalleled looks, incredible public appeal, smooth-sailing relationships… the world seemed to revolve around her.

Yet she was just like her.

Just an insignificant fanfic writer.

But what kind of life was she living?

And what kind of life was Ban Wa living?

Zhuang Jingyi, irritated and frustrated, logged into the game—ready to draw a new skin to cheer herself up—but the pop-up message about insufficient balance stung her eyes.

In her previous life, she was already earning thousands a day by this time.

Because she wrote slash fanfiction about You Che and Mo Hen.

Since she couldn’t write about You Che anymore, writing about someone else should be fine, right? Anyway, Qin Mo didn’t mind. She’d just write about him and that little blonde.

Besides, she’d slept with Qin Mo. Although his performance was average, she could confirm he wasn’t gay—and writing was just for fun anyway.