Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 183

At ten o’clock at night, the tree-lined path of Mingsong Royal Academy was lit as bright as day. A slender figure walked alone along the narrow trail leading to the girls’ dormitory.

A chilly wind rustled the leaves, the sound uncannily like approaching footsteps. Xia Chuhe jolted like a startled bird, frantically looking around.

“Who’s there? Come out!”

This late at night—and after everything they’d already put her through—they still wouldn’t let her go?!

Were the high-and-mighty heiresses behind this again, sending someone to block her path, planning to humiliate, warn, or even hit her?

But after a long moment, the only response was the chirping of insects in the bushes.

A false alarm.

Xia Chuhe exhaled shakily and dragged her exhausted body forward, her heart a tangled mess of frustration and resentment.

Hardly anyone walked this path late at night—unless, like her, they’d been targeted by one of the academy’s princesses.

Take Xia Chuhe, for example. She’d offended the wrong person and been forced to stay behind for cleaning duty, only to be deliberately picked on by a lackey and doused in filthy mop water in the bathroom.

Her uniform was soaked and reeked under the heat of her own body. Disgusted, she pinched her nose shut, her hatred for the culprit burning deeper by the second.

She stumbled through the romantic, maze-like garden trail, one turn away from the north gate of the girls’ dorms.

As she staggered along, Xia Chuhe could only think: How long would this bullying go on? She couldn’t take another day.

“Ah!”

Out of nowhere, a pair of hands grabbed her from behind and yanked her—bag and all—into a dark corner of the garden.

She was thrown hard onto a stone flowerbed, her lower back slamming into the edge with a pain so sharp it felt like something cracked. Tears sprang to her eyes instantly.

Standing before her were three boys and two girls—a notorious clique of third-years. The one leading the group was the same girl who’d forced her to stay behind for cleaning: Tong Yuting.

“Oh, poor scholarship girl. Heard you went to see Senior Feng again today? What, can’t stop chasing boys? Don’t you know what kind of relationship Senior Feng has with Yuting?”

Xia Chuhe clenched her teeth and tried to explain, her voice shaking. “I didn’t… I just wanted to thank him…”

“Oh really? So thanking him means tossing out Yuting’s handmade chocolates and her party invitation, just to give him some cheap street-vendor soy milk and fried flatbread?”

One of Tong Yuting’s lackeys crouched down, yanking Xia Chuhe’s hair as she slapped her twice, then spat on her with disdain.

“A girl like you should know her place. Here’s a warning—stop getting possessive over someone else’s fiancé!”

Xia Chuhe stubbornly raised her head and screamed, hoarse and breathless, “I didn’t! I just thought the chocolate was too sweet and unhealthy! I was trying to help you by throwing it out!”

Tong Yuting had been watching silently the entire time. At those words, her brows drew together in displeasure.

The three boys instantly got the signal, cracking their knuckles as they stepped forward, ready to “teach her a lesson.”

Xia Chuhe shut her eyes, bracing for the worst.

Tap. Tap. Tap…

The rhythmic sound of leather shoes against pavement echoed down the path.

A hem of a skirt appeared from behind the bushes, bathed in moonlight. The girl who emerged had a face so delicate it looked painted.

Tong Yuting stiffened, visibly uncomfortable.

“Su-classmate. Sorry you had to see this.”

Su Ci glanced briefly toward the scene unfolding in the corner.

Xia Chuhe’s eyes lit up like someone drowning grabbing hold of a lifeline. She shot Su Ci a desperate look for help—only to be utterly stunned in the next moment.

How could someone be this beautiful?

She’d never seen her around the academy before.

Tong Yuting subtly shifted to block Xia Chuhe’s view and gestured for her lackeys to let her go.

Su Ci stood at a distance and gave them a polite nod.

“Good evening. Carry on.”

Then she turned and walked away without a backward glance.

All of them—Xia Chuhe included—stared blankly at the silhouette fading into the distance.

She… just left?

Did she not see what was happening?

How could someone that pretty be so cold and heartless?

Tong Yuting finally exhaled once the girl had disappeared from sight. She made a mental note to pick a more secluded spot next time—best not to leave a bad impression on Su Ci.

The lackeys resumed what they hadn’t finished.

“Please… just let me go! Don’t hit me again!”

A boy’s clenched fist was just about to land when Xia Chuhe let out a sudden scream and collapsed, her head cracking hard against the marble flowerbed.

She passed out on the spot.

The lackeys blinked.

“…?”

Tong Yuting crossed her arms and shook her head. “Forget it. Let’s call it a night.”

“Excuse me. What are you doing?”

A voice as chilly as the night breeze cut through the silence. Calm and restrained, but with a sharp undertone.

They all jumped.

It wasn’t just the sudden appearance that frightened them—it was who had appeared.

The man stood ten paces away, his features sharp and composed. His neatly pressed uniform emphasized his tall, lean frame, and his every movement exuded authority and control.

Amber-colored eyes stared straight at them, lashes casting shadows in his deep eye sockets. His lips curled into a faint, unreadable smile—but the pressure he exuded was suffocating.

He was, unmistakably, a student two years younger than them.

The four lackeys immediately bowed, too nervous to speak without stuttering.

“G-Good evening, President Junling.”

Tong Yuting’s family was well off, but in Mingsong Academy—where the elite gathered—she was only upper-middle tier. Before this man, she was nothing.

She tried to keep her tone polite. “Young Master Chu, we were just dealing with some personal business. Sorry to have disturbed you. This girl fell and hit her head—you’re not going to deduct disciplinary points for that, are you?”

Technically, she wasn’t lying. Xia Chuhe had passed out on her own. But this scene—five against one—didn’t exactly scream “friendly disagreement.”

The new student council president had expelled four C-ranked students and two A-ranked ones in his first week on the job. Tong Yuting’s heart pounded.

Chu Junling’s family wasn’t just powerful—they were the pinnacle. They could crush entire bloodlines with a flick of the wrist. Yet the man himself was a rare gentleman, known for fairness, principle, and perfection.

No one had ever figured him out. Even other young heirs close to him couldn’t coax a single privilege from his hands.

Tong Yuting had no idea what punishment she might face.

But to her surprise, he simply glanced their way—lightly, dismissively.

His voice was cold and distant.
“It’s late. This is the girls’ dormitory. Even if it’s a personal matter, don’t scare other students again. Don’t let it happen twice.”

No punishment. No investigation. Just… a warning?

It was unbelievably merciful.

Relief washed over them all.

They bowed in gratitude and hurried off.

No one bothered to check on Xia Chuhe.

There was no need. She wasn’t one of them. She didn’t deserve their concern.

Only after they exited Chu Junling’s line of sight did their taut nerves begin to relax.

“That was terrifying.”

“The president’s smile looks like a demon about to kill someone…”

One of the lackeys hesitantly spoke up.

“Yuting… did I see that right? Wasn’t the president… walking over from the girls’ dormitory?”

There was only one path from the dorm.

So when exactly had he gone in?

The elegant, self-disciplined, by-the-book President Junling… sneaking off for a secret rendezvous with a girl?