Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 262

14-9-6.

Simply put, Su Ci lived downstairs.

Steam still hung in the air of the bathroom when Shi Yan stepped out, towel in one hand, rubbing at his hair. He pulled open the fridge, took out an unopened cup of milk tea.

Super-sized cheese foam, popping boba, coconut jelly… caramel milk tofu—his eyes skimmed over the long name list. The corners of his lips lifted slightly as he stabbed the straw through the seal and took a sip.

The straw was wide. What hit his tongue felt less like tea and more like porridge, bursting with the texture of add-ins.

It was sweet.

Probably because there were too many toppings.

A cup like this, loaded with extras, would cost around 25 yuan.

Shi Yan would never order this for himself. So for him, this was… an entirely new experience.

He didn’t blow-dry his hair. Holding the milk tea, he stepped out onto the balcony and leaned slightly over the railing. From here, he could see the warm glow from the floor-to-ceiling windows below.

Two months ago, during A University’s spring recruitment fair, he had met Su Ci while acting as an interviewer for Hengrui Tech.

At the time, another girl had pulled her along—probably her roommate—rushing over to ask about salary and benefits.

It was just a brief encounter. It was normal she didn’t remember him.

Shi Yan’s eyes dimmed slightly. He bit into one of the popping pearls, releasing a rush of sweet, tangy juice in his mouth.

Honestly, for the environment and housing quality, the rent in this complex was on the pricier side. He didn’t even know why he’d followed her and moved in.

Shi Yan had a severe money-hoarding obsession.

Across several bank accounts, his savings totaled over 100 million.

He neither bought property nor a car. He lived in the cheapest housing near the company, and his home only contained basic essentials and bare-minimum furniture.

His single greatest expense in life to date had been rent.

This month alone, he’d paid for four units—10,000 yuan in total. He’d rented the apartments directly above, below, and on both sides of Su Ci’s place. The one he was in now was the one upstairs.

The sound insulation in these apartments wasn’t great. College students loved staying up late and were light sleepers—he didn’t want some clueless tenant disturbing her rest.

He was halfway through the milk tea when his phone vibrated twice. A group chat of coworkers—minus their boss—had a new link posted.

[Secretary Dept. Chen Gang: MusicNote streamer! Please vote for #8! My goddess is stunning! Begging you all, thank you bosses!!]
[Secretary Dept. Chen Gang: Happy New Year!] (lucky red envelope)
[HR Dept. Qu Wan: Voted.]
[Marketing Dept. Wang Jundong: Voted. She’s really pretty.]
[R&D Dept. Liao Wenqing: Followed. Will check it out when I have time.]

Shi Yan frowned and didn’t click the link. He muted the group chat and was just about to close WeChat when a private message popped up from Chen Gang.

[Secretary Dept. Chen Gang: Assistant Shi, could you give my goddess a vote? Even better if you can toss her a few gifts. Her top donator ghosted, she’s been down lately. Go toss a few packs of Huazi at her.]
[Shi Yan: ?]
[Secretary Dept. Chen Gang: I get it, I get it. Really appreciate it.]
[Secretary Dept. Chen Gang: Transferred ¥50,000]

Shi Yan truly couldn’t understand it—what kind of brainless behavior was this, throwing money at streamers with no bottom line?

Take this Chen Gang guy. His monthly salary—excluding bonuses and commissions—didn’t even hit 50,000. And he was really willing to blow it like this?

Still, the guy had said so much, and they were coworkers. Shi Yan couldn’t exactly shut him down cold.

He accepted the transfer and clicked the link. He voted for the #8 streamer, 【Zhou Zhou】, then followed the site’s redirect into her stream.

He rarely used MusicNote, and the only reason he had an account was because the chairman’s grandson was dabbling in entertainment. He’d been asked to keep an eye on the kid.

Shi Yan had never bought red diamonds before. He was about to open the recharge page when his finger accidentally slid upward, landing him in another girl’s stream.

…

8 p.m.—Zheng Xuening’s usual stream start time.

She’d just finished adjusting her setup and was about to hit the “go live” button when her entire body froze. Two seconds later, she suddenly hurled her mouse.

It slammed into the door with a loud crash.

In the room next door, her roommate woke with a start and knocked, rubbing her eyes groggily.

“Xue Ning? What did you break? Open up, let me see. My mom’s coming to collect rent in a few days—don’t leave any marks, or we’ll have to pay for it.”

Zheng Xuening glanced at the full-length mirror now cracked behind the door, her voice shaky: “It’s fine. My mouse fell. Go back to sleep.”

“Alright then, just be careful,” came the muffled reply.

Once the hallway was quiet again, Zheng Xuening’s lips trembled and her face turned ghostly pale.

With a snap, she shut off her ring light and computer. She even seriously considered deleting her MusicNote account.

She had no idea why she was alive again after dying.

But what she did know—she absolutely could not stream tonight.

She could not afford to catch the attention of that stingy, cheap, utterly broke creep: Shi Yan.

Zheng Xuening remembered clearly—on this exact night, Shi Yan had gifted her ¥50,000 worth of virtual presents, becoming the first “big brother” in her streaming career.

She had thought he was a rich second-gen heir. Sent him good morning and good night messages every day, went out of her way to charm him, all so he would back her up in votes and PKs.

Shi Yan really had showered her with millions.

But when they finally met offline… she found out he had no car, no house.

He’d taken a cab to their date, and commuted daily on a basic bicycle.

Shi Yan had lied to her.

He wasn’t rich. Just another corporate grunt. Who knew if the gifts he’d given her weren’t from dirty money?

Later, she landed an internship in Hengrui Tech’s finance department. Just to get back at him, she manipulated some accounting gaps and made him pay a penalty.

She hadn’t expected Shi Yan to go completely insane—and come at her with a knife!

Back then, Zheng Xuening had already become a somewhat famous internet celeb. Her streams brought in tens of thousands a night. Dying so meaninglessly—she couldn’t accept it.

After sitting in her room trying to calm down for nearly an hour, she finally relented. At a little past 9 p.m., she turned her setup back on and went live.

By now, Shi Yan should’ve left.

Not long after she came online, a few random viewers trickled in. All low-level accounts. Total freeloaders who never spent a dime.

She greeted them one by one, not even realizing how flat her tone had become. Soon, only one or two remained.

Then, out of nowhere, a random PK connection was made.

Her opponent: a level 46 mid-tier female streamer. Not quite a mega-host, but with enough backers to pose a threat.

Zheng Xuening’s face contorted when she saw the words: 【Streamer: SaltyFishFreezeDried requests PK connection】. Her beauty filter nearly broke down.

That damn salty fish again!

Always relying on her sugar daddy, bullying her every chance she got. The worst time? Forced her to crawl on the floor barking like a dog, tail-wagging and all.

If Shi Yan hadn’t gifted her that ¥50,000 back then, she would’ve been totally crushed by her.

Fury boiled up again. Without hesitation, Zheng Xuening disconnected the PK.

She had missed her chance at Shi Yan’s backing and had no choice but to grit her teeth for now. Once she had a new sugar daddy, she wouldn’t let that damn salty fish off the hook.

But fate had other plans.

Not even thirty seconds later, a forced PK request came through. The screen split in two.

…

“Thanks to our Mystery Male Star for the durian crepe gift—it’s delicious. I’ve finally achieved durian freedom this summer. Not easy at all~”

Su Ci popped a green grape into her mouth. Munch munch munch.

Two minutes later, she picked up a slice of watermelon. Munch munch munch.

When she ran out of things to say, she ate durian and ice jelly. Munch munch munch.

【Ultraman: No way, are you seriously doing mukbang now? That face of yours should be making money, not just eating!】
【Washed-Up Male Star: No talking while eating or sleeping. Let the streamer eat.】

Su Ci wiped her mouth with a tissue, still puzzled. “‘Streamer’ isn’t a banned word, is it? Why did it get censored earlier?”

【Washed-Up Male Star: It’s fine. Must’ve been a glitch.】

“Oh, okay. Then I’ll keep eating?”

【Ultraman: Greedy girl, ease up a bit. Your snacks are nothing compared to a real feast! Go PK someone and win a meal upgrade!”

Su Ci glanced at the viewer list.

Quiet. A stable two people.

“You really think I can connect with anyone?”

At this level, even mid-tier streamers wouldn’t accept. No big spender = no ticket boost = waste of time and money.

【Washed-Up Male Star: If the streamer doesn’t want to, then don’t. I’m at home. I won’t let the streamer go hungry.】
【Washed-Up Male Star sent Streamer: Luxury Cake ×10】 (1,000 diamonds)

【Ultraman: Look at that! You’ve got a sugar daddy! Go PK someone—if we lose, we can call it a medical expense and improve your diet.】

(Medical expenses: When two streamers PK, the loser performs a punishment, and the winner’s sugar daddy gifts the loser compensation—called “medical expenses.”)

【Washed-Up Male Star: ……】

Su Ci was sensitive to emotions. Even six dots were enough to tip her off.

“Star Bro… you don’t want me to do a PK?”

【Washed-Up Male Star: No. If the streamer wants to, then go ahead. Don’t worry. I’m here. You won’t lose.”