Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 192

The moment Chu Junling appeared at the stables leading his powerful, high-spirited stallion, the once scattered chatter instantly erupted.

“Didn’t expect to see the student council president here! He’s just as elegant and refined as the rumors say. Seems polite too—not stuck-up at all.”

“Ha! Polite? Only you underclassmen would daydream nonsense like that. Go to bed, maybe you’ll see fairies in your sleep too.”

“Am I wrong? He even lent his own horse to Su Ci, and he’s personally walking beside her, guiding her. Unlike you snobs who look down on everyone.”

“Can we not fight? Am I really the only one worried about Su Ci’s safety? I heard his horse is vicious—it’s already injured over a dozen stablehands!”

“Huh? Really? You wouldn’t know just by looking. It walks so calm and steady… I actually thought it was a sluggish cold-blood!”

First-timers almost never ride solo, especially not on their first go—it’s too dangerous. But there she was, atop the horse, moving in slow, easy circles, led by Chu Junling.

“Senpai, Treading Snow really likes you.”

He always wore a cultured, handsome smile when speaking to Su Ci. But sometimes, that smile didn’t reach his eyes.

Like now.

The horse had been raised and trained under his own supervision. He’d personally warned it—again and again—to behave. Yet here it was, shamelessly fawning over her right in front of him.

Su Ci gently stroked Treading Snow’s neck. Its neatly braided mane was sleek and glossy, obviously the result of devoted care. It looked like a treasured pet, not just a show horse.

“Really? It’s so well-behaved.”

“As long as you like it. From now on, it’s yours.”

And so am I. Yours to ride anytime, however you like.

But that part, Chu Junling didn’t say out loud. A proper, upstanding student council president didn’t flirt so shamelessly in public.

He couldn’t risk senpai mistaking him for some shallow playboy.

The invisible reins—he’d already placed them in her hands. He was ready and willing to become her most obedient slave.

Fifty meters behind, Nan Muxi trailed them, dragging his horse along and getting more bitter with every step.

Chu Junling was the worst. Always had been. Every good thing growing up ended up in his hands, and he never knew when to stop. Now he even wanted to steal his senpai? Unforgivable!

Meanwhile, Xia Chuhe had finally struggled to her feet. Her whole body ached from the earlier kick. Her clothes were filthy, her hair a mess.

By the time she cleaned herself up and returned, all the decent horses were gone—only the ugly, weak-tempered rejects were left.

She couldn’t help but regret it. She should’ve picked a horse earlier instead of hoping Nan Muxi would lend her one.

Dragging her feet into the arena, she found the other students already beginning their riding lessons under the instructors’ guidance.

Xia Chuhe hated this kind of showy, useless class. Riding had no practical value, horses were expensive to maintain, and worst of all—she was invisible here.

The instructors only paid attention to the high-ranking students. No one cared how she felt.

Despite taking this class for a while, she hadn’t improved at all. She was constantly mocked and looked down upon by the noble girls.

In her last life, things had only gotten better after Chu Junling started backing her. From then on, every time she stepped into the arena, she was showered with compliments and praise.

She couldn’t help resenting him now. Why wasn’t he protecting her in this life? First, he docked her disciplinary points, then he sent someone to beat her and nearly break her limbs.

And this was the person chosen to be the male lead? What a joke.

Good thing she got another chance at life.

But the cold stares and bullying from others still stung. Maybe… maybe she should just surrender and use Chu Junling’s power to fight fire with fire.

Yes. Fight fire with fire.

In her previous life, Chu Junling had been ruthless with bullies, but he’d never once laid a hand on her. Even when he found out she’d “accidentally” taken revenge on a few innocent people.

One time, she was about to win a top-ten academic scholarship—only for another F-rank special admit to snatch it away. That girl even confessed to Min Yi.

Xia Chuhe had merely asked her how she cheated her way onto the list. The girl denied everything and tried to hit her.

Xia Chuhe had just defended herself—pushed her, barely.

And the girl died from the fall.

Chu Junling had been furious. He tried to expel her, force her to earn money to pay for the victim’s family’s emotional damages.

But then, for some reason, he suddenly collapsed, coughing up blood. The whole matter just… faded away.

Lost in her memories, Xia Chuhe didn’t realize the shadow in front of her until it was too late.

Chu Junling stood a few steps away, a deep frown etched between his brows.
“Dodging punishment. How brave of you.”

His voice was mild and smooth as ever, but to Xia Chuhe, it sounded like a grim reaper demanding her soul.

Her knees almost gave out.

“I didn’t! It was Nan Muxi who brought me back to class. You were the one who ran into me without looking! As student council president, is this how you abuse your authority?!”

She tilted her chin defiantly, innocent face set in stubborn lines as she stared him down.

If this weren’t Qingsong Academy…

She might have gotten a wave of public sympathy.

But here, only power and wealth were respected. In this world, the laws were written by the elite.

Not far off, Tong Yuting crossed her arms and scoffed.
“Tch. Annoying. Does she really think her pathetic white-lotus act is cute? Please. As if the president would go for that.”

Xia Chuhe wasn’t the only special admit in the academy. So why was she the only one constantly bullied, always playing the victim?

Maybe because pitiful people often had something detestable about them too.

Victim-blaming was wrong—but if the so-called victim had hurt others first, then they had to live with the consequences.

Xia Chuhe’s eyes, wet with tears, darted to Nan Muxi like he was her last lifeline.

Nan Muxi guiltily rubbed his nose, confidence draining fast.
“Uhh… I just said she could borrow one for fun. Once she was done, I’d have her arms and legs broken and return her. That was the plan.”

“I can go do it now if you want—”

“Shut up.” Chu Junling’s voice cut through like a blade.

Nan Muxi blinked in confusion.
“What? Didn’t you say you wanted her roughed up? And now you’re backing out—”

“You’re talking nonsense. I never said that.”

Xia Chuhe: “…?”

But… he had said it. She was sure. Yet now she couldn’t call him out—if she did, wouldn’t she be dragged off and punished for lying?

The three of them fell into a strange standoff.

“What’s going on?”

Su Ci dismounted, but before her feet could touch the ground, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her down gently—and refusing to let go.

He lowered his head to explain quietly:

“It’s nothing. We found out this girl was the one who bumped into you this morning. I just wanted her to come apologize in person. As for all that talk about breaking her limbs…”

“Must’ve been Nan Muxi mishearing. After all, he’s the one with bipolar disorder, not me. Do I really look like the kind of person who’d abuse their power behind your back?”

Nan Muxi: “You totally—ow what the hell?!”

Treading Snow kicked him square in the chest, sending him flying several feet.

Su Ci glanced down at the hands still protectively around her waist and gave a subtle shake of her head.
“You don’t look like it.”

Whether he was or not didn’t matter.

She wasn’t some saint—she didn’t hand out sympathy freely.

Xia Chuhe bit her lip, the bitterness in her chest finally bubbling over. Her tears wouldn’t stop.

Chu Junling smiled cheerfully.
“Why are you crying? You hit someone and refuse to apologize—do you think crying makes you the one in the right?”

Xia Chuhe felt even more wronged.

She had nearly had her limbs broken, and Chu Junling just brushed it off like nothing. Meanwhile, Su Ci had taken a harmless tumble, and she had to apologize?

“I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have run into you! That’s what you wanted, right?!”

She threw the words over her shoulder and ran off, face buried in her hands, not caring whether class was still in session.

Nan Muxi groaned as he picked himself up, muttering curses.

Daylight ghosts must be real.

Chu Junling was out of his mind. In the past, he’d crushed countless pathetic losers without blinking. Now, just a few broken bones and he’s playing innocent?

Terrifying.

Still grumbling to himself, Nan Muxi suddenly caught his friend’s frosty stare and shuddered from head to toe. He immediately straightened up and bowed his head in submission.

Great. Once again, he’d been made the bad guy.

But this time… he was actually fine with it.

No wonder Chu Junling had gone ballistic—it wasn’t just any special admit who had bumped into someone.

It was Su-senpai.

And the way that girl had shouted at her, you could tell her apology wasn’t sincere. She was probably already planning revenge…

“Little Red, let’s go! We’re gonna gank her!”