Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 197

The gift box was tied with a sky-blue ribbon.

Its clean and elegant appearance felt like a kind of disguise.

As a gift box, its size seemed modest—but if one were to imagine it containing something else, it could easily be mistaken for something… significantly larger.

The box itself was square and indigo in color, about as long as Su Ci’s forearm. The packaging was embossed with gold foil, so thick that her hand could barely wrap around it.

The weight of it felt like holding a hot potato.

“Senpai, aren’t you curious what’s inside?”

Chu Junling was still shamelessly fanning the flames, relentless in his provocation. “It’s a custom order I had made, to my exact specifications. Material, design—everything.”

He winked playfully and added something even more outrageous.

“Maybe it’s a bit much to ask, but I hope you’ll wear it every day, Senpai. Whether you’re in class or studying—just really feel it.”

He didn’t even bother to lower his voice. The rows in front and behind turned discreet, curious glances his way, but no one dared make it too obvious—he was who he was, after all.

Su Ci’s hands froze just as she was about to untie the ribbon. She very nearly crumpled up a test paper and stuffed it into his mouth just to shut him up.

“Keep your voice down. You think this is something to be proud of?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

He rested his chin on one hand and tilted his head, asking with a smile, “Is giving Senpai a gift supposed to be shameful? If that’s the case, I’ll just do it secretly next time.”

“But still—I want to ask a small favor. Could you carry it with you at all times? Just think of it as carrying a little piece of me. It’s very good at sucking…”

“Sucking?”

Suck what? How?

Su Ci’s scalp tingled. She reflexively wanted to toss the box away, but the ribbon had wound itself tightly between her fingers. As she moved to drop it, the neat little bow unraveled completely.

The box hit the desk with a solid thud, and the magnetic lid popped open.

Inside was a black-and-gold fountain pen.

Su Ci blinked, caught off guard.

Okay… that was something she could use during class or study.

“Do you like it, Senpai?”

Beneath long, fluttering lashes, Chu Junling’s amber eyes narrowed with subtle mischief and satisfaction, his features somehow sharper and more dazzling in the classroom light.

“It’s got great ink absorption. One refill lasts a long time. Just don’t clip it to your handkerchief pouch and you’ll be fine. You’ll say yes to this tiny little favor, right?”

Su Ci had no way to deal with him.

“I like it. Okay, I promise.”

“Then try it out right now, Senpai.”

He somehow produced a small notecard and handed it to her eagerly. His eyes sparkled, like the boldness from earlier had been a total illusion.

He was supposed to be the bright and cheerful type, after all.

Su Ci picked up the well-crafted fountain pen. She quickly noticed it was made from heat-sensitive color-changing material—heavier than most pens, but the nib was exceptionally smooth.

Once warmed, the pen barrel transformed into a deep starry night color, or like a beach beneath a twilight sky. Etched on the side was a simple sketch of a little girl writing with a feather pen.

“Senpai…”

Chu Junling was about to say something more when the class bell rang. Smiling, he tucked the notecard away. Once the ink dried, he carefully slipped it into the pocket over his heart.

They say that the hidden pocket on the left side of a blazer is meant for storing letters from the girl you love. It lies over your heart—comforting, even without being read.

Later, when no one’s watching, you can take it out and savor it slowly.

He never used to care about tailoring or fancy suit designs.

But now… he thought that detail was genius.

The inner pocket should’ve been bigger. There were so many things from Senpai he wanted to carry. He was running out of space.

The professor’s voice droned on at the front of the room, reciting textbook scripture.

Chu Junling placed the gift Su Ci gave him on his lap and stared unblinkingly at her focused profile as she took notes—his fingers quietly lifting the lid of the box.

Inside: a folding umbrella, a set of thin stickers, a plush charm, three ties made of different fabrics, a pair of silky-smooth stockings, and… what was that?

His fingers touched a leather strap with just the right firmness.

As he traced along its length, his fingertips brushed cool metal rings—one section had a ball-like ornament dangling from it.

Part of it was tucked under everything else.

He gave it a gentle tug.

A crisp jingling sound echoed through the quiet classroom.

Several students in front turned their heads.

Chu Junling looked at Su Ci in shock. His pupils dilated slightly, his expression a mess of complicated emotions—adoration, longing, the look of a devoted puppy gazing up at its master.

Su Ci, however, acted like she hadn’t noticed anything.

She flipped her paper over and, using the pen he gave her, wrote a note.

[What is it? Why are you staring at me like that all of a sudden?]

Chu Junling shook his head awkwardly, pretending nothing had happened. Meanwhile, he discreetly slipped the choker into his sleeve. After class, he used a trip to the restroom as an excuse to secretly put it on.

The bell and metal charms were small enough that they were barely noticeable under his uniform shirt. The slight pressure around his neck didn’t choke him—in fact, it felt oddly comfortable.

Like Senpai’s hand was gently tightening around his throat.

…

Xia Chuhe hadn’t fully recovered from her injury, but due to the mounting cost of her hospital bills, she was forced to check out early.

Before the Feng family began supporting her, she’d lived in the slums on the outskirts of the city. After moving into the student dorms, she never went back.

She had no idea that the grandmother who’d raised her was now bedridden and on the verge of death.

Or maybe… she just didn’t want to know.

Her lowly background had always been a sore spot. Now that she’d reinvented herself, she didn’t want even the tiniest link to her dirty, pitiful past.

“Chuhe, I can’t believe you’ve become this kind of person! Grandma’s dying—she just wants to see you one last time. Is that really too much to ask?!”

The girl who had grown up with Xia Chuhe under the same roof wept bitterly at the gates of Mingsong Academy, accusing her of heartless cruelty.

Xia Chuhe’s brows furrowed tightly. “If you want money, just say it. Don’t make up stories. You’re nearly thirty—you’re not afraid of cursing someone into an early grave?”

The Feng family only gave her two thousand yuan a month. That barely covered her own food, clothes, and medical expenses. What did she have left to give those two old beggars?

“Get lost. This isn’t a place for your kind. That cheap, desperate look of yours is dragging down the reputation of Mingsong Academy.”

She was eager to shoo away the delicate, pretty-faced girl in front of her.

Not just because associating with someone from the slums embarrassed her—but because of a secret she’d hidden in her heart for over a decade—

Originally, the Feng family hadn’t planned to sponsor her.

They’d intended to help the girl standing before her—Xia Chumiao.

When the Feng family’s steward visited the slums to offer aid to the elderly and sick, Xia Chuhe had sent Xia Chumiao out to buy medicine for their grandmother, then secretly swapped the names on their test papers and tore down Xia Chumiao’s wall of awards.

She had still been in elementary school then.

To the wealthy, a one-thousand-yuan scholarship wasn’t worth the effort of a thorough background check.

With the Feng family’s financial backing, Xia Chuhe gained access to far better education and gradually surpassed the girl who had always been smarter than her.

She was terrified Xia Chumiao would find out. Even more terrified she’d lose the Feng matron and young master’s support.

“Are you deaf? I said get lost!”

Xia Chumiao stared at the stranger in front of her—once her childhood friend. Her throat tightened, and her vision blurred with tears. The whole world felt twisted and upside-down.

She turned around in a daze—only to almost bump into someone.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t see you there.”

Knowing full well that every student at this school was from a wealthy or noble background, Xia Chumiao instinctively bowed her head and apologized, her shoulders trembling with fear.

Back inside the gate, Xia Chuhe recognized who Xia Chumiao had nearly run into.

Her lips twitched—and she almost couldn’t hold back her gloating.

Hahahahaha… it’s Su Ci!

And that lunatic Chu Junling’s here too!

Xia Chumiao’s finished.

Last time someone bumped into Su Ci, Chu Junling definitely didn’t let them off easy. From the way his brows knit just now, he was clearly pissed.

Logic told her she should stay far away from Chu Junling—but curiosity about Xia Chumiao’s fate kept her from leaving.