Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 279

On the screen, an exaggerated sunglasses effect suddenly appeared, covering most of Su Ci’s face. It didn’t stop her from watching You Che dance—his split-screen was on the right.

The audience clearly knew what the sunglasses were for.

[AotuMan: Brother Shengyan, you can’t block us that easily! The main sponsor loves a little “heat.”] (t/n: “heat” here refers to flirtatious or suggestive interactions that keep viewers engaged)
*[srds, I ship it so hard. Those sunglasses cost ninety thousand diamonds! Call it what you want—covering your ears to steal a bell is still covering your ears to steal a bell.](t/n: “covering your ears to steal a bell” is a Chinese idiom meaning trying to hide something obvious from yourself or others)
[Ugh! Big bro’s loaded, sure, but now he’s blocking our view of the streamer’s beauty!]
[Wait, xdm, I just thought of something…] (t/n: “xdm” is internet slang for “brothers” or “guys”)
[You think he’s on the first floor, but in reality he’s up in the stratosphere.] (t/n: meaning he’s operating on a much higher level than expected)

You Che finished his dance.

Still catching his breath as he sat back in his chair, he overheard Su Ci chatting with her “big bro” sponsor.

“That was great. Your moves are so sharp—you dance better than a lot of talent-show idols.”

“Su Su-jie, you’re flattering me. I’m not as good as you say. If you like it, drop by anytime—I’ll practice some new dances after I’m off-stream.”

While the boy’s mouth was full of sweet words, his eyes were locked on her face—until he froze.

That annoying sunglasses effect stood between them, blocking him from seeing her captivating eyes.

It stayed there stubbornly.

He was just about to switch to a side account to send another interactive gift and knock those cursed sunglasses off when Su Ci waved at him.

“Let’s play again next time, You Che. Bye-bye~”

The connection cut.

[LaughingFortune: Wow, you can play it like that?]
[SnowfallTilWhite: Noted.]
[Noted (×)]
[From now on, BurnBoy, don’t think you’ll get to see the streamer (✓)]
[Shengyan: As long as you’re happy.]

In front of his screen, Shi Yan looked calm as he typed those five mild words—but at the same time, he was signing up online for a dance training course.

[SnowPea: No way, is Shengyan always this chill? His “wife” just openly praised another guy’s sexy dance moves and he’s not jealous at all?]
[Discussing Su Su’s husband’s tolerance level…]
[You’ll get used to it—our streamer’s man is like this. With his looks and talent, the fan leaderboard is always packed.]

Su Ci only played one PK match that night—enough to satisfy her top donors’ competitive streak. The rest of the time, she just ate and chatted with her viewers.

She didn’t make a habit of peeking into other streamers’ rooms, so she had no idea that after they disconnected, You Che didn’t start his game. Instead, he stayed in her live room, quietly streaming her stream on his own channel.

Soon, mischievous viewers came running to report the news, and everyone knew that BurnBoy was secretly watching.

[IdleClouds sent Su Su Sunglasses ×99]
[MiserableBeyondMeasure sent Su Su Sunglasses ×99]
[User17493258 sent Su Su Sunglasses ×99]

…

The sudden flood of sunglasses made Su Ci look up from her saucy seafood.

“What’s going on? Do I look good in these sunglasses or something?”

The big bros stayed silent, just kept sending sunglasses.

[DE.You Che sent Su Su Flower Crown ×999]

The flower crown cost more than the sunglasses, and before long it knocked the effect off the screen.

A ring of fresh blossoms appeared on the girl’s head in the video, butterflies fluttering gently around it.

Su Ci was startled. If You Che hadn’t revealed himself, she wouldn’t have known he’d been lurking in her stream this whole time.

Was he planning to just… not leave?

“Thank you, Brother Che, for the 999 flower crown. It’s so late—aren’t you going home yet? I’m not planning to game tonight. Let’s schedule another time.”

[DE.You Che: I’m not streaming. Just looking around.]
[DE.You Che sent Su Su Jasmine ×99] (t/n: jasmine is a higher-tier gift in this platform’s gifting system)

[Casually… gifting… jasmine.]
[Abandoning honor for beauty—who can compare?]
[AotuMan: Welcome, Brother Che! Please, have the best seat!]

Thanks to You Che’s participation, Su Ci’s live room was livelier than usual. She chatted so long she lost track of time, ending the stream half an hour late.

She had just tidied the table and was about to carry the late-night snacks to her roommate when a startled scream came from the living room—

“Ah! Su Su, come here!”

Su Ci thought there was a rat or cockroach.

Broom in hand, she rushed over to find Cai Fu on the balcony, holding a very familiar-looking booklet. Her face went pale, then red, then pale again.

“What happened?”

“A pervert! Su Su, look!”

Cai Fu angrily tossed the little comic to Su Ci, her cheeks puffed up, eyes wide, and finger pointing upstairs.

“It must have fallen from above! Tell me, was it on purpose or just careless? I’ve always thought that guy was suspicious around you…”

Su Ci glanced down.

“Huh?”

Wasn’t this the one she threw out just this morning?

Did it… grow legs and come back? Haunted?

She tilted her head to look upstairs, expression unreadable.

Could Shi Yan have picked it up, taken it home, then tossed it down again?

If so, wasn’t he actually being considerate—knowing it wasn’t appropriate to return such an item face-to-face?

“Ahem… maybe it just blew down? Guys reading this sort of thing is normal. I’ll return it to him another time… Fu Fu, come eat your late-night snack!”

She lied without blinking. Admitting the truth? Not a chance.

Cai Fu stared in disbelief.

“Su baby, don’t tell me you actually like him?! Do you know what kind of family you have and what kind of family he has? Is he worthy of you?”

That man upstairs was always sneaky—she’d seen him tail Su Su more than once!

And Su Su’s family? Wealthy parents with multiple rental properties, a prestigious university education, great grades, a bright future.

That man upstairs? Besides his looks, what did he have? A cheap bicycle for transport, a habit of buying only discounted groceries, and haggling to ridiculous extremes.

A broke, stingy, older bachelor—how could he possibly match her precious Su Su?

Su Ci sipped her lemon water, straw between her teeth, and after thinking for a while, spoke seriously.

“…I think he’s fine. Shi Yan is frugal and knows how to run a household. I can tell he’s someone who can manage life well.”

She had her own income now and more confidence in her voice. With someone as thrifty as Shi Yan, even if she supported him, it wouldn’t cost much.

Besides, shopping with him meant avoiding scams—he always found the best quality for the lowest price.

She could buy expensive things, sure—but she couldn’t buy them overpriced.

And Shi Yan also had eight-pack abs and a pink—

Stop. Stop! Enough!!!

Why was her mind going there again?!

Cai Fu, frustrated beyond words, poked her forehead repeatedly.

“Do you realize that a ‘love-brain’ is basically a recipe for eighteen years of hardship?! He’s reeling you in because he wants to mooch off you!”

Whether intentional or not, her voice was loud enough for Shi Yan upstairs to hear every word.

Love-brain? Hardship? Mooch off her?

He almost wanted to try it just to see what it was like.

But the steadily growing numbers in his stock portfolio wouldn’t allow it.

Still… was she not asleep yet?

Shi Yan sent a WeChat message. No reply.

He switched to his “Shengyan” account, waited a few minutes, then messaged again.

[Shengyan: Business hasn’t been great lately. Sorry for slacking on my gifts—don’t take it to heart. I’ll make it up to you.]
[Shengyan: pats-head.gif]

Fresh out of the shower and lying in bed, Su Ci read the message and was stunned.

Every stream, without fail, he’d spend tens or even hundreds of thousands—this counted as slacking?

Thinking about it, compared to that one night when he splurged thirty million to max out an account, he really had been holding back lately.

How did you maintain a relationship with a “slacking” top donor again?

She quickly searched for advice.

Turns out, the usual guides didn’t apply—when other big bros said they had no “tickets,” they really had none.

When Shengyan said he had no tickets, it was pure humblebrag.

Comfort? Encouragement? Stress relief? Give him perks?

Before she could decide on a reply, he sent his own blunt solution—

[Shengyan: Not feeling great. A bit of insomnia. Can you talk with me? I want to hear your voice.]
[Tiramisu: Sure~]
[Tiramisu: Video call]