Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 182

This wasn’t the first time You Che stood on the world championship stage—and it wouldn’t be the last.

At nineteen, he was only just beginning his career as a professional esports player. But already, he was a living legend—an unbeatable force in the arena of peak competition.

Still, no match had ever made him this nervous.

Because his beloved girl was sitting in the audience below, and any mistake he made would be caught by the cameras and replayed in high definition.

The only thing he wanted to give her was pride and glory.

The final match was against a top-tier foreign veteran team, known for their prowess in both micro and teamfights. Their strength far outclassed BOC.

But even they couldn’t break DE’s momentum.

In the last decisive teamfight at the river, DE flawlessly wiped the enemy squad. The long respawn timers left their opponents helpless as DE pushed straight for the base.

“Captain, what are you doing?” Shang Xue asked through the team comms. “Group up at the crystal!”

It was weird—wasn’t he usually the first one yelling about ending the game and rushing off to see his girlfriend? Why the sudden change?

Even the commentators were puzzled.
“…Could our MVP be planning something? Waiting for the other team to respawn and camp their fountain?”

But You Che’s character had turned away from the enemy base and headed for the dragon pit. He sold off a few god-tier items and bought several low-level ones instead, his fingers flying across the keyboard in a blur.

“Is he just trying to pad his team contribution stats with a Baron kill?”

The big screen zoomed in with a close-up shot.

Right then, You Che’s character unleashed a barrage of attacks on the dragon, popping up a series of numbers: 520 damage spheres, followed by a 1314 crit.

The commentators fell silent.
“…”

You Che casually set his mouse down and admired his handiwork with satisfaction.

“Alright. Now we can end the game.”

Shang Xue / Yu Zhe / Qing Jian / Support: “……”

A moment later, Support finally figured it out and smacked his thigh in excitement.
“No wonder Che-ge used that weird rune setup today!”

You couldn’t get that exact damage output without a very specific rune combination!

Viewers watching the livestream got a full dose of dog food.

[The damage isn’t the problem—the public humiliation is. Enough already! Lovebirds shouldn’t be allowed in pro esports, I swear.]

[But if DE doesn’t win, that means another country takes the title.]

[…Okay never mind. Carry on. BTW, is Banwa’s wife here? Why haven’t we seen her yet?]

[Look closely! Third row, Section C, middle seat. That’s her! You Che’s been sneaking glances that way this whole time. No doubt about it!]

The enemy crystal shattered in a dazzling explosion of light.

Spotlights beamed down on the DE team, now basking in thunderous applause and cheers.

Su Ci cheered right along with the crowd, watching her boy stand tall and proud on stage. Under the gaze of millions, he turned and waved straight at her—fierce, unabashed, utterly radiant.

Su Xu grumbled as he sipped his soda.
“Sis, did he put on makeup or something?”

How else could he look that good on camera? Much as he hated to admit it, her boyfriend was looking kinda hot tonight.

Whatever. It’s fine.
He’s a brother-in-law who’s younger than me.
Younger. Than. Me!

Su Ci wasn’t sure either. With her love goggles on full power, You Che looked hot whether he had makeup on or not. But her bottle of foundation had definitely been used.

Someone had borrowed it to cover the hickey on his neck.

Originally, You Che hadn’t wanted to hide it at all. He was practically dying to show the world how much his girlfriend spoiled him—just to piss off the “homewreckers.”

But then he realized his fans had… vivid imaginations. If he didn’t cover up, they’d probably start fantasizing about their “wifey” being into kinky bedroom play.

On stage, You Che took the mic to give his victory speech. But from start to finish, all he talked about was his “big sister.”

“Winning this championship, I want to thank my dear girlfriend the most. Because of practice and tournaments, we were apart for 1,567 hours. I’m sorry, but she always supported my passion…”

“She’s been my number one fan for years. I hope next time we’re at the finals, I can hand out wedding invitations…”

Blah blah blah blah blah…

A reporter asked,
“As team captain, don’t you have anything to say to your teammates? They trained hard too, didn’t they?”

You Che glanced at his goofy teammates with undisguised disdain.
“They’re asking. Was it hard?”

His teammates shook their heads furiously.
“Not at all! Not hard at all!”

If the reporters knew they were earning 200K a month, raking in prize money, drowning in endorsements, getting reimbursed for team outings, and even had a boss who brought the championship trophy home… they’d probably agree.

So what if their boss only had his wife on the brain? They were all like that too. They just didn’t dare say it in front of him.

That evening, the final match concluded amid a snowy winter night. While the team partied with Su Xu at a celebratory dinner, Su Ci and You Che wandered the foreign streets, hand in hand.

Snowflakes danced through the warm golden streetlights, like something straight out of a Korean drama.

Only their story would never end in heartbreak.

You Che refused to wear gloves, stubbornly holding her hand with his frostbitten fingers, red from the cold. He didn’t care at all. He just wanted her to watch him build snowmen.

“Jiejie, this one’s called Che-Bao, and this one’s Ci-Bao. Aren’t they adorable?”

He crouched beside the bench, proudly pointing at two round snowmen. His face lit up like a kid, full of youthful joy and excitement.

Snow dusted his hair and lashes, melting into droplets against the warmth of his skin. His soaked lashes and dewy eyes made Su Ci’s heart melt.

“Che-Bao’s ugly.”

Su Ci poked the lumpy little snowman.

Ci-Bao, on the other hand, had sparkly eyes, a dress woven from fallen leaves, and a tiny grass hat—like a handcrafted doll.

You Che rubbed his lips in embarrassment. He’d rushed through making his own snowman, just stacking two balls together. Yeah, it was a little plain.

But he quickly grinned again.

“It’s okay if Che-Bao is ugly. His wife’s beautiful. Anyone who sees her will know Che-Bao must be lucky and capable to have such a pretty snow-wife.”

Su Ci brushed a snowflake off his eyelashes. The tickle of his lashes against her fingertips made her heart flutter.

“Close your eyes. I’ll do a magic trick.”

“Mm!”

You Che obediently shut his eyes and tilted his head up, lips puckered automatically.

Kiss me, kiss me! Jiejie, hurry and kiss me!

He waited for a while. Snowflakes kissed his cheeks, but no real kiss came. Just as he was about to lean in and beg for one, a warm pair of lips finally pressed to his, melting the icy water.

“Mmm… Jiejie~”

A quick peck clearly wasn’t enough. He chased after her lips, the kiss deepening, reluctant to let go.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now.”

You Che blinked in confusion…

Only to be dazzled by the newly decorated Che-Bao snowman.

It now wore a sparkling “crown,” a custom necklace around its neck, and clutched a tiny trophy in its hand.

“Jiejie, when did you…”

“The day I accepted Che-Bao’s dowry.”

Su Ci removed the small crown. In her eyes, the snow melted away—only he remained, filling her entire world.

“Give me your hand.”

You Che stared, dumbfounded, as she slipped a ring onto his finger. The delicate pressure at the base of his knuckle stirred something deep in his blood, something binding.

Her voice was still the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard.

Beneath the moon and snow, she crowned tonight’s champion with her own hands, gifting him the most precious reward of all—

To stand together in snowfall, and grow old side by side.