Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 265

Exiting the WeChat split screen, Shi Yan finally allowed a faint smile to tug at the corners of his lips. Just as he was about to focus on the stream again, another call came in—

“Assistant Shi, Young Master Xiang was in a car accident. It’s serious—we need you to come immediately!”

The news hit out of nowhere. Shi Yan’s expression turned grim, but he maintained the calm and professionalism of a seasoned assistant.
“Understood. Send me the address.”

With Xiang’s parents long stationed overseas managing the family business, and the chairman too old to withstand sudden shocks, contacting Shi Yan really was the best option in a crisis like this.

Before going offline, he left a quick note for Su Ci.

[盛宴 gifted 苏苏 Carnival x10]

[盛宴: Something urgent came up. Logging off for now.]

He still remembered to drop gifts even in a rush? The big spender came and went in a flash. Su Ci was caught off guard but gave a peach-muffled wave in farewell.

“Bye-bye, Brother Sheng Yan~ Come hang out again after you’re done!”

[Ran: That’s it? He dropped the bag and ran?]
[ThisNameIsSoHard: Doesn’t look like a scammer.]
[BloodOfMillions: Either XQ showed up or he got summoned IRL.]
[CatOwnedByUpperclassman: Rumor has it the top gifter ditched her already? Tough start for her first stream.]
[Ultraman: Host, the chat’s a mess. Can I get mod privileges? (sparkly eyes)]

“I wouldn’t say he ditched me—probably just something came up last-minute.”

While chatting casually, Su Ci handed out mod roles to Ultraman and the Washed-Up Male Celebrity. She had originally wanted to mod Sheng Yan too, but he’d already logged off. Besides…

The guy had dropped so much cash—making him work as a mod seemed a bit unreasonable.

[BloodOfMillions was muted by mod Ultraman.]

[YoungMaster: Watched the VOD. If that’s not ghosting, she’s got nerves of steel.]
[User17493258: Real shady—convinced her to PK, then went radio silent. Looks like a rival’s undercover spy.]

Su Ci munched on snacks, letting the comments roll by without reply.

She thought, Even if that guy did ghost her, he at least dropped a few grand. Meanwhile, these peanut-gallery types didn’t spend a dime but were quick to throw shade.

She remembered clearly who handed her buns—and who threw punches.

After the “battle” earlier, Su Ci wasn’t in the mood for another PK tonight. But her viewers were clamoring.

[Don’t chicken out, host! Ride the momentum and keep going!]
[Nah, let it be. The big spender’s gone. I just wanna see the pretty host eat—so healing.]
[Cat King and YoungMaster are both here, and you’re skipping PK? A host who won’t chase votes is no host at all!]
[Timestamp: 5:38!]
[Whoa, new record! First time YoungMaster and Cat King appeared in the same stream, right?]
[Marking again—6:15 now!]

“What are you even tracking?” Su Ci raised a brow.

[Ultraman: (hand raised) I know! It’s YoungMaster’s stream-stay time record. Last record holder was that electric-siren saintess—top-tier beauty NoteFace—3 minutes and 17 seconds!]

“…?”

Figures. Viewers with time to watch streams are dangerously idle.

[User17493258: Three and a half minutes, thirty million—YoungMaster really lives up to the hype. We mere mortals can’t compare.]

[YoungMaster: Stop. The saintess is a promo project from the company. Don’t know her personally.]

“…!”

Now that was worth paying attention to.

Curious, Su Ci opened her own contribution leaderboard. Since today was her debut stream, the weekly and monthly rankings were nearly identical.

YoungMaster’s flashy level-100 maxed-out account sat in tenth place—60 contribution points.
That meant he spent… six yuan.

So his “record” and hers were clearly not the same kind.

“Thanks for the fan badge, YoungMaster. I’m just about done eating, so I’m gonna log off for tonight. I’ll grab some proper streaming gear and see you all next time!”

[Wait, what? Host?]
[You’re this pretty without filters? I’ve been living under a rock.]
[Wait, what phone do you use to stream? I need the no-pain beauty filter too.]

As she cleared her desk, Su Ci glanced at the scrolling comments.
“I think it’s the M-brand Pad 8 Pro? Decent value. Good option for students.”

[You’re logging off? Host, don’t go!]
[Ultraman: Only an hour and thirty-six minutes? Host, you’re so healthy. I don’t sleep till 2 a.m. (yawn)]
[CatOwnedByUpperclassman: C’mon, two more rounds of PK! I’ve got cat treats ready—want some?]

The gluttonous PK hosts had caught the scent and were flooding in.

[Cat King hasn’t visited CandyBunny in ages. Bunny misses you. Can I feed you cat treats?]
[PeakDuel Cold Maple: The king is here! Your humble son welcomes you from afar!]
[MeowMeowMeow? Cat Jiu’s ready to flirt with daddy~]

More and more hosts—main accounts and alt accounts alike—popped up in her stream to fish for traffic. Su Ci arched a brow.

“No more PKs, thanks. With that many cats in Cat King’s house, I’m surprised you’re not overfed. I’ll hunt on my own. Logging off. Goodnight, everyone.”

Click. The screen went black.

Ultraman sat stunned.

How can a streamer be this unbothered?

She’d already schooled that pervy old Qu Boss…

And now she’d just snubbed Cat King—King of the wandering wallet.

But weren’t all big tippers the same? Charmed by beauty, quick to tire, always chasing the new shiny. As long as they threw money around, who cared?

Even with the flood of people name-dropping Cat King, he hadn’t left.

Ultraman thought tonight would be a windfall for the host—(to be fair, it already was)—but for Cat King and YoungMaster, 40 grand was pocket change.

Not to mention, several mysterious whales were lurking too.

But the host didn’t even blink—just logged off cold turkey.

Ultraman could only think: She’s got nerves of steel.

Then he checked his inbox—and saw a message from the host. She was offering to refund his gift money.

He was devastated.

He said he was broke for laughs. He didn’t want a refund!

But if he could get her WeChat ID out of it… well, that’s a different story.

Lanhua Private Hospital.

The agent struggled with the medical team to finally get his artist into the emergency room.

He’d just pried the man’s phone from his hand—it was still open to a female streamer’s broadcast.

The agent nearly blacked out.

Weren’t there rumors online that if you got in a big accident, the first thing you should do is crawl out and factory reset your phone?

He thought Xiang Zhi’ang was worried about a privacy leak. Turns out the guy had been clutching his phone like a lifeline just to keep watching a livestream?

Insane… but in a strangely handsome way.

Cradling the phone, the agent started watching too.
The female host was striking—both her facial structure and skin were top-tier. If he could recruit her…

Shi Yan arrived just as the surgery ended. Xiang Zhi’ang had been moved to a private VIP room. His injuries were serious, but not fatal—he regained consciousness not long after.

“My hand…”

“What’s wrong with it? I’ll call the doctor.”

Shi Yan’s face was tense as he pressed the call button.

“My phone,” Xiang Zhi’ang said weakly. “Give it to me.”

“…”

Su Ci’s stream was already over.

But clicking her profile pic led to her page—where you could still see the leaderboard and achievement badges.

[Victory Unlocked]

Good. At least she’d won that PK.

Shi Yan tapped into the weekly leaderboard.
Top of the list was his own account—【盛宴】.
Xiang Zhi’ang nodded with satisfaction, his voice faint but firm.

“Well done, Assistant Shi. I’ll have Grandpa give you a raise. I’ve already transferred the Carnival money to your account.”

“…?”

Shi Yan remained silent, professional instinct keeping his expression neutral even as a vein twitched at his temple.

Something felt very off.

Xiang Zhi’ang shook his head, visibly impressed.
“You really are Grandpa’s ace hire. I only created that backup account on Note a couple days ago, and you already found me.”

He pointed at the second-place name on the board—【Washed-Up Male Celebrity】.

Shi Yan: “…?”

He had no idea that was Xiang Zhi’ang’s alt.

For the first time ever, the promise of a raise and reimbursement didn’t cheer him up. If anything, he felt… stifled.

“It was my duty, Young Master. No need for thanks.”

Xiang Zhi’ang gave him a suspicious look.
“You’ve changed? Normally you’d be nagging me for reimbursement forms. Did I crash so hard you can’t bear to ask?”

He lifted a trembling hand to touch the gauze on his head.

Confusion turned to panic.

His blood-drained face went ghostly pale, despair flooding his eyes.

“Wait… did I get disfigured?”