Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 187

There were only two empty seats in the classroom.

Both were in the third row—one to the right of Xia Chuhe, and the other to the left of Min Yi.

When Xia Chuhe had first arrived, she’d been very fond of the gentle, refined, and considerate class president. She had wanted to sit next to Min Yi.

But Min Yi hadn’t been in class that day. After nervously introducing herself, she had walked straight toward the empty seat next to his desk—only to be deliberately tripped by one of his admirers.

No one sympathized with her. Instead, they laughed at her for trying to reach too far above her station.

After all, everyone at Mingsong Academy knew that Min Yi had severe OCD and wouldn’t allow anyone near him. No one had ever dared cross that line.

The lecturer who brought Xia Chuhe to class had repeatedly reminded her of this. She had nodded obediently—but then immediately made a move toward the seat next to Min Yi.

That same day, she was confronted by a group of admirers.

It was only by chance that Min Yi had been walking past the music room and intervened. Not only had he offered her his expensive custom-made jacket for warmth, but he had also personally escorted her back to the dorm.

Since then, Min Yi’s importance in her heart had grown—he’d become her guiding moonlight. Even the senior who funded her tuition and living expenses couldn’t compare.

Though Min Yi had arranged for her to sit at a solo desk, she was convinced that the seat next to him was meant for her.

It was only to protect her from jealousy, she believed, that he’d been forced to assign her elsewhere.

After all, why hadn’t he ever given his jacket to another girl? Why only to her—on the very first day they met?

Giving it to her wasn’t the same as lending it. He could’ve easily asked her to return it after cleaning it, but he didn’t. He insisted she keep it.

Wasn’t that a sign of his feelings?

So in Xia Chuhe’s mind, the seat next to Min Yi had always belonged to her—her own private domain.

And now he was offering it to someone else?

Wasn’t he the one with severe OCD who refused to sit next to anyone?!

Xia Chuhe stared in disbelief, her expression contorting with embarrassment, hurt, resentment, and indignation.

Her gaze flitted to several girls in class.

They were Min Yi’s most diehard admirers—girls who had threatened and warned her off countless times.

She searched their faces for signs of jealousy, hoping to ease her own wounded pride.

After all, she’d only tried to sit next to Min Yi and was viciously attacked for it. And now this new exchange student was just waltzing in and sitting down? Surely, she’d get the same treatment… right?

But… nothing.

Not a hint of outrage.

They were laughing and chatting as if nothing had happened, their eyes sparkling, not even remotely bothered by the new girl’s proximity to Min Yi.

Heh. Faking it. They’re totally faking it.
Pretending to be kind and gracious in front of Min Yi. Hypocrites.

Noticing Xia Chuhe’s seething stare, Di Lu rolled her eyes in exasperation. There were only two open seats in the whole class. What was the new girl supposed to do—sit next to her?

Please. The new transfer hadn’t committed a crime. Why should she be forced to share a desk with some deranged, foul-smelling, perpetually unhinged charity student?

Anyone with a brain would’ve put her next to Min Yi. He was the class president—caring, responsible. There was no way he’d make a new student feel unwelcome.

Besides, the new girl was clearly soft and sweet. Even someone with OCD would probably like her.

Di Lu didn’t understand how someone could twist this into something ugly. Her grudge against Xia Chuhe had started for a simple reason—Xia Chuhe had once handed a workbook she’d meant for Min Yi to Di Lu, who assumed it was a love letter and threw it away.

Then Xia Chuhe turned around and ratted her out, accusing her of forming cliques and bullying students. She even went on the campus forum to sob about how she was being targeted out of jealousy.

It was ridiculous—but not exactly untrue.

Su Ci glanced around the room. Five columns, six rows. Adding another desk would be awkward.

Social dynamics were a required subject at this academy, and no one sat alone unless necessary. The desks were large enough that even two people could work without disturbing each other.

She accepted Min Yi’s offer with grace.

“Sure. Thank you, Class Rep.”

Min Yi gave a polite nod. After Su Ci sat down, he finally opened the lecture materials the professor had left for him.

“Professor Yan is unavailable today. I’ll be covering the lesson.”

Min Yi wasn’t just a top student—he was the undisputed academic leader of the grade. His test scores left second place in the dust, and his cultural and artistic knowledge ran deep.

He even explained lessons better than some of the actual professors. Concepts that seemed dense and complicated became digestible when he broke them down piece by piece.

With his pleasant voice guiding the class, the lesson flew by.

After returning to his seat, Min Yi noticed something on his desk—yet another breakfast box, its strong odor making him visibly uncomfortable.

He turned to the girl next to him, who was taking neat, focused notes.

“Sorry. I don’t usually keep such messy things on my desk.”

Su Ci looked up and smiled softly. “It’s fine.”

Min Yi studied her profile for a moment, slightly dazed. He couldn’t imagine how she’d managed to endure the stench and still focus in class.

He had already told Xia Chuhe not to bring him things anymore. His help to her came from a sense of duty as class president—not something that needed to be repaid.

But she insisted on showing her gratitude.

Normally, out of respect for her pride, he’d discreetly throw the items away while she wasn’t around. But today was different—her actions had affected someone else.

Two of Min Yi’s aides came over and cleaned up the mess, tossing the food along with the stained desk mat.

The desk would be swapped out during P.E. later.

Watching all this unfold, Xia Chuhe’s eyes grew red. She blinked rapidly, fighting the urge to cry.

Min Yi had never been like this before.

Sure, he’d said not to bring anything, but he always kept what she gave. He might not have eaten it, but she believed it was to avoid making her a target.

He never accepted letters or gifts from anyone else.

He usually returned all of them, but with hers—he let her throw them out for him.

But today, after just one sentence from the new transfer student, he threw away what she brought!

Chen Sitian, witnessing the scene, felt nothing but satisfaction. She couldn’t help but sneer.

“Told you to stop bringing stuff, but you wouldn’t listen. It’s not like it was some gourmet delicacy. Now the whole classroom reeks. You messed up someone else’s desk and you’re the one crying?”

Xia Chuhe clenched her teeth. “What do you know?”

“Rarity gives things value. Min Yi’s probably sick of gourmet food. So what if he wanted something a little more down-to-earth for once? If someone hadn’t been so sensitive, he wouldn’t have tossed it!”

They were both F-class, both recipients of aid. Why did the exchange student get to be so uptight?

Why stir things up so Min Yi would throw her breakfast away?

Chen Sitian snorted. “Sensitive? Seriously?”

How did this suddenly become the exchange student’s fault? If anyone was being unreasonable, it was Min Yi and his OCD.

Mingsong Academy offered a comprehensive education. Unlike public institutions that only cared about grades, this school emphasized elite training across disciplines—academics, the arts, sports, etiquette, ethics, and practical skills.

Su Ci had picked up a bunch of used books from campus forums, most of them passed down by graduating students who had received similar scholarships.

Classroom rules limited book height on desks to ten centimeters, but Su Ci’s textbooks stacked nearly to that limit, covering most of her desk.

Sitting beside her, Min Yi quietly moved his own belongings aside to make space.

She kept flipping pages, paying no mind to the subtle gesture.

Xia Chuhe, however, was watching him closely. Seeing that, she assumed he was trying to keep his distance—and for the first time all morning, a tiny smile crept onto her face.

She knew it.

There was no way someone as obsessive as Min Yi wouldn’t be disgusted by those old, tattered secondhand books.

But in the next moment, Min Yi spoke.

“Su, if you’re running out of room, feel free to use my desk and drawer too.”

The smile froze on Xia Chuhe’s lips.