Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 180

When Qin Mo left the family estate, he caught sight of the three of them chatting in the garden pavilion. A sharp glint flashed across his eyes.

The old man had always favored You Che. He’d never cared much before.

What he never expected was that everything he had schemed and worked so hard to secure… You Che had effortlessly shifted into someone else’s hands with just a few words.

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Fall Regular Season.

Whether it was fate or coincidence, in You Che’s official return to the competitive stage, DE’s very first match was once again against BOC.

Except this time, there was no car accident.

It was You Che versus “Little You Che”—a head-on collision.

The match drew massive attention, with viewership peaking at nearly ten million online.

As they walked onto the stage, Tang Yuan’s face was as pale as a sheet.

Qin Mo had promised him that BOC and DE wouldn’t face each other in the early rounds. He was supposed to play it safe until the finals, where he’d “make the greatest impact.”

But here they were. First match. DE vs. BOC.

If they didn’t throw the game, BOC would be eliminated right off the bat.

(Don’t question the rules. My world, my format—BOC loses, they’re out!)

While Tang Yuan was completely out of it, practically sleepwalking, You Che and the mid laner pulled off a coordinated attack, taking down two of BOC’s players in a clean play.

It wasn’t clairvoyance.

He had long suspected that the mole would leak DE’s usual strategies to the enemy. But strategies were static—he wasn’t.

Bait-and-trap always worked like a charm.

And the opposing team? Predictably dumb enough to fall for it.

BOC dropped two games in a row. Now at match point in this best-of-five series, Tang Yuan stopped pretending altogether—he threw three kills straight into Qin Mo’s hands.

You Che ended up soloing under pressure.

But 1v2? Child’s play for him. After all, who understood his playstyle better than himself? Dealing with a knockoff version was like smacking bots—easy win.

In the end, DE scraped by and took the third game.

Walking off stage, Tang Yuan looked like a hollowed-out corpse. He knew this was the end of his professional career.

He just hadn’t expected it to end this fast.

During the post-match interviews, before they even got into real questions, the tournament organizers—backed by the official league—handed him a permanent ban for match-fixing and illegal betting.

You Che wasn’t surprised in the slightest.

He’d submitted the evidence against Tang Yuan a while ago. Keeping him on the team until now had just been a long con to trap him in the open.

The cheers and applause rang out once again for DE.

This was just a group stage win, but DE’s fire had only just been lit. From top of the S-Group, to semis, to finals, they were unstoppable.

When the casters brought up You Che, even their voices carried a hint of awe.

“People say he plays aggressively. We thought he’d dial it back after recovering from that hand injury—turns out, he’s even more ferocious than before!”

“No kidding! Most players get sloppy under pressure. But DE’s You Che? He dives past the second turret, grabs a double kill, and walks out without a scratch. Savage.”

“If you ask me, he embodies the spirit of esports—fearless, strategic, and unbeatable.”

“Triple kill! Another triple! DE’s synergy is flawless. Every single engage is textbook. Losing to them? Nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Let’s give it up for the DE team—Fall Season Champions!”

Almost the moment the enemy nexus exploded, You Che tossed off his headset and stood up—not a shred of excitement on his face—as he made a beeline for backstage.

Shang Xue and the rest had already won three championships before. Though vindicated by this win, they still managed to stay composed. The substitute support, however, burst into tears.

“Che-ge, I finally made it! Che-ge!!”

He turned to hug the team captain—but only found an empty seat.

“Wait… Where’s the captain?”

Shang Xue patted him on the shoulder, half comforting, half mocking.

“Probably off hugging his girlfriend. You want a hug instead?”

“Waaah—!” cried the single-support dog.

Just then, You Che was mobbed by a sea of reporters.

“You Che, what inspired your aggressive playstyle today? Was it a newly developed strategy with your team? Was this an intentional shift in approach?”

“As the top current AD and the only four-time championship-winning marksman, do you have anything to say?”

“Could you sign this for me? I’m a huge fan of DE and You Che!”

“Congratulations on the win—”

You Che was getting visibly irritated.

Same questions every year, recycled and reheated. He had no patience for it. All he wanted was to see his girlfriend.

It had already been two hours and forty-three minutes.

“No special strategy. I just wanted to finish fast and get off work. Don’t you wanna go home to your wife and a warm bed? Still asking? Go home.”

He was about to muscle through the crowd when he suddenly stopped.

Someone had caught his eye.

He raised a hand and waved it down.

The reporters blinked. “What is it?”

“Move the camera over. You’re blocking my girlfriend’s view.” He paused. “Also, can you check if my hair’s okay?”

“???”

In the front row of the stands, Su Ci and Su Xu were cheering him on.

Just as Su Xu was about to complain that You Che wasn’t even holding his trophy, a camera crane swung in and zoomed straight in on their faces.

The broadcast cut to a massive shot of their expressions on the big screen.

You Che completely panicked.

Pushing his way through the crowd, he rushed over to Su Ci, watching her more closely than his own reflection.

But clearly, watching wasn’t enough.

Those few seconds of live footage sent Su Ci and Su Xu rocketing to the top of the trending list.

By 2 AM, You Che was curled up in bed biting his blanket, emotionally wrecked by karma like a returning boomerang.

【Holy sh*t, You Che! Hiding such a gorgeous girlfriend from us?! Prepare to die!】

【Author-nim, my boyfriend is already halfway in the ground with a shovel—could you consider me as your girlfriend instead? The three of us would be so happy!】

【As the philosopher You Chevsky once said: behind every successful woman stands multiple excellent men. I don’t think he’d mind if I confessed to your girlfriend.】

【Is it just me or is the little brother hot too? Sorry not sorry, I still like big sis better!】

【You know what they say—life isn’t complete until you’ve been the mistress. Gorgeous lady, here I come.】

【Three’s a lucky number. I’ll be your third, or fourth, or fifth… whatever works!】

Furious, You Che posted:

【DE.YouChe: I HATE HOMEWRECKERS!!!】

“Look at them, Jie! They were calling me names not long ago, and now they’re all out of line! Can we not go outside tomorrow, please?”

Su Ci gently stroked his back like a whimpering puppy, pressing a soft kiss to his messy hair.

“But if we don’t go out, how are we supposed to get our marriage certificate?”

Silly Che-bao.

You Che buried his face under the blanket, voice muffled and sticky with heat.

“Don’t care. Move the civil affairs office here. I’m not going out anymore. You’re mine.”

He fumbled under the pillow for his phone.

“Let me see what kind of filth you wrote this time… ‘accidentally bullied Che until he lost control of his bladder’?”

His pupils dilated, face flushed.

“…?”

“???”

“!!!”

Su Ci calmly added, “You missed a word. It said ‘tearful loss of control.’”

The next second, the boy pounced like a wolf.

“Too late, Jie. Let’s test it out—wanna guess who’ll surrender first?”