Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 181

DE’s support player, Tang Yuan, was officially banned for match-fixing.

The internet exploded.

This had absolutely nothing to do with Zhuang Jingyi—at least it shouldn’t have. The problem was, she had written slashfic pairing Tang Yuan with Mo Hen.

Tang Yuan was You Che’s support, with a sweet, harmless face that naturally attracted fans. Mo Hen, on the other hand, was You Che’s longtime rival. The tension between the two had long been a goldmine for both fandoms.

Add a little “forced rivalry with underlying passion” trope, and it was easy to reel in younger fans obsessed with bromance. Zhuang Jingyi was once again riding high on attention.

Her tips were growing—what started as a few dozen yuan turned into hundreds, even thousands. She became more convinced than ever that writing fanfiction was a fast track to making easy money.

All she had to do was sit down and type. Each month, she could effortlessly bring in over 10,000 yuan—more than her roommates’ combined living expenses.

And when she ran out of inspiration?

As if that were a problem. Writing fanfic never required original inspiration. At worst, she’d just find someone else’s work, swap the names, and post it as her own.

Of course, to really rake in traffic and money, “someone else’s work” usually meant pieces that went viral—especially those written by the legendary Banwa.

Copy, paste, run it through AI to polish it, and voilà—another fanfic in less than thirty minutes. Easy, fun, and fans still praised her for her writing.

People had called her out for plagiarism, but fanfiction’s boundaries were always fuzzy, and Zhuang Jingyi never saw it that way.

She even fired back in her comment section with righteous indignation:

“Zjy: Can the romance girlies please go away? Not everyone has read your so-called classics! I’m just a small-time writer who likes brotherhood tropes. Every time I see your ‘mutual love’ drivel, it makes me gag. ‘True love between men and women’? It’s just lust in disguise. There’s no such thing as love between a man and a woman. I’m allergic to straight relationships!”

Back then, her kind of rhetoric still had fans backing her up.

Things like, “Straight relationships are just for biological needs.”
Or, “If not for carrying on the family line, who’d marry a woman just to pamper her?”
Or even, “Brotherhood is the purest kind of love.”
“Hetero romance makes me sick.”

But once Banwa’s face was revealed, all that noise evaporated.

Everyone was infected by a new obsession: Banwa.

Online or offline, every corner of the world seemed to have a Banwa stan waiting to tear apart anyone who dared insult her.

“LMAO. Pure brotherhood? Say that again when your bottom can’t hold in a dump. Judging by the post history, I bet the author’s a leaky little zero.”
“Disgusting. This world really values buttholes over faces. Got a poop kink or what? Hope you enjoy being a beard for your gay hubby.”
“Even if I can’t marry Banwa, I’ll still treat her like my wife. She’s beautiful, can cook—hands off, she’s mine!”
“Doesn’t matter if it’s M/M, F/F, or M/F—touch my OTP and you’re dead to me!”
“WTF? Reporting failed? What’s wrong with the mods?”
“Don’t worry, girls. I’m investing in LD. We’ll get her account nuked soon. Her existence is a curse.”
“Banwa fans are just too damn powerful.”

Zhuang Jingyi couldn’t outargue thousands of furious netizens with just one mouth and two hands.

Eventually, she gave up fighting back. Hate still brought traffic, and the more they cursed her, the more money she made.

Once her LD account took off, Zhuang Jingyi started spending like crazy.

In-game skins and loot boxes, high-end boutique clothes, expensive private dining… all became her daily routine. Even with over 10,000 yuan in monthly income, it wasn’t enough to keep up with her growing expenses. So she began writing even more outrageous content to grab attention.

As long as people paid to unlock bonus chapters, her income would keep climbing.

But the good times didn’t last. Less than three months later, Tang Yuan’s match-fixing scandal broke out. Her earnings plummeted to a few measly yuan.

Armed with knowledge from her “past life,” Zhuang Jingyi had bet big on the autumn tournament—staking it all on BOC taking the championship, with Mo Hen as the MVP.

BOC flopped. They didn’t even make the top eight.

Everything she’d saved was gone. She was back to being a nobody.

Luxury to poverty was a hard fall—especially when she saw her roommates saving up to buy pricey things. Zhuang Jingyi often smashed stuff around the dorm in fits of rage.

Why the hell did You Che win?!

He lost last time!

It had to be cheating! There’s no way You Che beat Mo Hen fair and square!

She conveniently forgot that in the previous timeline, You Che and Mo Hen didn’t meet until the finals—and the day before, she had gone to see You Che.

She had begged him to drop the charges. She didn’t want a criminal record.

As they were leaving the team base, a van had lost control and crashed into them. You Che had pushed her out of the way and was injured—he went into the finals hurt.

That was the only time he lost to Qin Mo.

So now, her days were filled with mediocrity and resentment.

As for Qin Mo? He had long since blocked her. She’d even gone to BOC’s base to find him, only to be stopped at the gate by security.

And yet, she still thought Qin Mo was better than You Che—at least he didn’t sue her for profiting off her fanfiction.

She didn’t expect that one day, after the autumn tournament, Qin Mo would suddenly show up and propose to her.

He said the months of silence were due to closed training. They had never broken up—they were still a couple.

There were no flowers. No gifts. No ring. Not even a transfer of funds.

He just wanted to get married—right away.

Zhuang Jingyi said yes without hesitation.

She even comforted Qin Mo, saying rituals didn’t matter. She was his fan, and marrying him was her greatest happiness.

But deep down, she knew the truth: Qin Mo was the illegitimate son of the You family. Sooner or later, he’d be legitimized. When that happened, she would be Mrs. You.

Even if he didn’t inherit everything, just a sliver of the You fortune would be enough to secure her future.

Surely, a family as wealthy as the Yous wouldn’t be so stingy as to leave their bastard son with nothing… right?

Whenever she thought of the You family, You Che’s face would surface in her mind.

She even started looking forward to it—how wonderful it would be to see You Che’s expression when he found out she’d become his sister-in-law.

Once again, she was dead wrong.

The wedding wasn’t held at the opulent You family estate, but at a bargain banquet hall so cheap it couldn’t even earn a star rating. There were multiple weddings going on at the same time.

None of Qin Mo’s family showed up. Zhuang Jingyi’s relatives felt disrespected and humiliated.

Only after the wedding did she learn that the You family patriarch had kicked Qin Mo out of the house and ordered You Che’s father to sever all ties with his son.

Her fairytale dreams of marrying into wealth crumbled.

At least Qin Mo treated her okay. He was handsome, and they got along well enough to get by.

Except… they slept in separate rooms.

On their wedding night, Qin Mo got blackout drunk. The next morning, he moved into the guest bedroom, claiming he needed abstinence to stay in peak condition for competition.

Zhuang Jingyi had no choice but to accept it—and resumed writing fanfiction under a different account.

But after You Che’s return, Mo Hen’s popularity nosedived. The few times he trended, it was only because of smear campaigns, and the comments were flooded with hate.

Zhuang Jingyi started to resent You Che again.

Why wouldn’t he just leave her alone? Not even in this lifetime would he let her live in peace?

As life got harder and her funds dried up, she discovered something even more devastating:

Qin Mo was cheating on her—with a man.

That man… was none other than Tang Yuan, the curly-haired, match-fixing support player.

Qin Mo had been sleeping in a separate room the whole time. Then one day, when she was checking into a hotel for a one-night stand, she saw Qin Mo and Tang Yuan arm in arm, entering a couple’s suite.

Zhuang Jingyi had written every kink in the book—especially slashfics about Mo Hen and Tang Yuan. Those were her bread and butter.

But seeing it happen in real life made her sick to her stomach. Still, she held it together long enough to snap some photos as evidence.

Only then did she truly feel like a victim.

When Qin Mo came home, she lost it.

She screamed and cried, demanding to know why they slept separately, why he lied to her, why he married her at all…

Qin Mo just shoved her aside in annoyance.

“Didn’t you like shipping CPs? I’m bringing him home in a few days. Make room in the master bedroom for us. Won’t that give you a better view of your OTP?”

Zhuang Jingyi broke down sobbing.

She took it all online.

The internet responded with merciless ridicule.

“Wasn’t gay love the purest? Straight people were just for reproduction, right? Go make babies and stop ruining a true love story!”
“This chick is hilarious. Hetero love was a crime to her until she became the beard. Now she’s playing the victim? Serves her right.”
“You don’t have to be that harsh… she’s a victim too. Being a beard is pretty tragic.”
“Oh really? Who felt bad for me when she wrote trash fanfics about my favorite players? She wanted to write about brotherhood? Now let her be the ultimate third wheel.”

No one understood her.

Eventually, in the face of cold violence from her husband and the blatant presence of his lover, she snapped.

The final straw came after Qin Mo gave her 200 yuan and told her to buy condoms for him and Tang Yuan.

The next morning, Zhuang Jingyi drove her car straight into them in the underground garage.

She didn’t stop until they were unrecognizable.

The sound of sirens drew closer.

And just like that, she returned to her original fate—

Only this time, there would be no coming back.