Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 5 —

When Qi Du dropped Su Ci off in front of her dorm, he stirred up yet another commotion.

It all started when a female student, rushing to her evening class, accidentally bumped into Su Ci. But when she looked up to apologize, she froze in place.

How could someone be this beautiful?

Stunned by a face that felt like a divine strike, the girl didn’t even realize she’d spoken her thoughts aloud.

Su Ci stepped aside gently. “It’s alright. You’re beautiful too—and very polite. Hurry along before you’re late.”

Sure, Peking University was the country’s most elite school, and sure, their department was known for being full of top students. But—

Did they deserve this?

Did the medical school at Peking University really deserve a big sister this beautiful, this kind, this elegant?

Qi Du clicked his tongue irritably, subtly stepping in front of the girl’s scorching gaze.

Seeing this, the female student had no choice but to wave goodbye with a forced smile, fuming inside—

How petty could a guy be? What a poor match for that goddess. Immature, narrow-minded, and totally unreasonable!

Within just two minutes, several more curious glances were cast toward Su Ci. A few students pretending to be out for a casual stroll snuck repeated peeks.

Maybe it was because of his own condition, but Qi Du was extra sensitive to other people’s stares.

He couldn’t help urging his tutor.

“It’s getting late, Miss Su. You should go up and get some rest.”

But then it hit him—college dorms were four-person rooms.

Which meant Miss Su would be sharing a space with three other people, separated only by a thin curtain.

Shared washbasins, toilets, clotheslines… The thought was unbearable.

Su Ci noticed his shifting expressions and simply pulled him over to a bench outside the dorm.

“Are you rushing me off because you didn’t do your homework and you’re afraid I’ll give you a pop quiz?”

Qi Du lowered his head obediently, his gaze hidden beneath tousled bangs and long lashes.

His lips were pressed into a thin line, barely holding back a smile.

She’d pulled him by the wrist earlier—just for a second.

How was she always so good at giving him a reason to keep her around a little longer?

If things kept going like this, maybe he’d have an excuse to invite her to stay over soon?

Qi Du had already decided. Tonight, he’d go home and start cleaning out the spare room next to his bedroom.

It had great lighting, was well-ventilated and spacious—perfect for Miss Su to study and work in.

Sure, there were some things to throw out, and the whole place would need to be redecorated, but it would be worth it.

Actually, if she was already staying next door… why bother keeping that cold, lifeless wall between them?

Zoned out in his fantasies, Qi Du answered two questions completely wrong.

He pressed his lips together, frustrated with himself.

“Sorry… I just can’t remember that part.”

“It’s okay. I know that section is tricky. Don’t worry, we’ll go over it again from the beginning. You already understand it—you’re just not used to applying it yet…”

Beside them, the lotus pond hummed with frogs and cicadas, but the sounds weren’t bothersome. A cool summer breeze rustled past, carrying a lock of her hair against Qi Du’s cheek.

A faint, lingering fragrance drifted up—clean and intoxicating.

What kind of shampoo did she use? The scent had him dizzy, brain turning to mush.

In Room 201 of Qingheyuan Dorm 3, An Kefan had just taken a sip of water when a roommate who went downstairs for food stormed in.

“Oh my god, guys, I saw an actual goddess while picking up takeout!”

The roommate playing Honor of Kings barely looked up. “That’s the fifty-third ‘goddess’ you’ve seen this semester. Can you not freak out over every girl with a face?”

Another roommate, lying in bed with a face mask on, snorted. “Is she even hotter than our own Kefan? The one and only campus belle of PKU?”

An Kefan smiled modestly. “I wouldn’t go that far. I only won because you all helped vote. I don’t think I’m that pretty.”

But the roommate didn’t respond with her usual “Of course you’re the most beautiful girl on campus.”

Instead, she argued firmly. “No, this one’s different! She’s a real goddess! Don’t believe me? Go look from the balcony—she’s still downstairs, sitting there flirting with her boyfriend!”

While unwrapping her food, she muttered, “Shame about the boyfriend, though. Why are the prettiest flowers always stuck in cow dung…”

An Kefan’s face stiffened. Was this girl really that gorgeous?

Even if she was, so what? She couldn’t possibly be the most beautiful—not after what An Kefan had seen in the Qi family home.

College students were always on the front lines of gossip.

Hearing that someone was dating outside, the face mask was abandoned, the game was paused, and three heads squeezed onto the balcony, necks craning for a better look.

“Hey, isn’t that Qi Du? The kid Kefan interviewed the other day for a tutoring job.”

“Kefan, come look—is that him?”

“He’s kinda hot for a younger guy. Doesn’t look like cow dung at all…”

From their second-floor view near the lotus pond, the scenery was crystal clear. They could see his profile—sharp jawline, sculpted features.

The girl next to him looked nice too, but her face was down, busy writing something.

An Kefan, drained from the day, had no intention of joining the spectacle. But hearing Qi Du’s name, she couldn’t resist.

She brought a thick textbook to hide her face as she stepped forward.

What was Qi Du doing outside her dorm?

Did he regret picking Su Ci as his tutor? Had he tracked her down and was waiting to ambush her?

Qi Du was a depraved, shameless lunatic!

Just then, her three roommates let out a synchronized squeal:

“Oh my god, she’s actually a goddess! She’s stunning!”

Maybe they were too loud, because the girl on the bench looked up. The three clutched their chests, eyes brimming with stars.

Oh no. She noticed them. Should they say hi? Hello? Ask for WeChat?

An Kefan peeked over her book—and immediately froze.

“It’s her…”

So Qi Du wasn’t there for her after all. He was just dropping Su Ci off?

Why did he look nothing like he did in her past life?

He was so gentle and attentive with Su Ci, nothing like the dark, controlling menace she remembered. He looked like the perfect model student now.

But in her last life, Qi Du was a monster—he bullied her, forced her to stay for dinner, interrupted lessons to flirt…

Her head throbbed, strength draining from her limbs. Her knees buckled.

Just then, her father called.

An Kefan didn’t want to answer, but after ten missed calls, she had no choice but to step into the hallway.

Predictably, he was calling to ask for money.

Ever since she started college, her parents hadn’t given her a single cent. In fact, they constantly asked her to help cover the family’s expenses.

When did that start? Probably the day she took her first tutoring job.

She’d happily told her mom she earned 200 yuan in two hours—enough for a week’s living expenses.

The next day, her mom quit her job to “focus on tutoring her brother.”

Two weeks later, her dad got “sick.” Suddenly, the whole family relied on her income.

Her brother’s tuition? On her.

His new phone? Her problem.

His future wedding fund? Better start saving now.

An Kefan wanted to ask—was she born just to serve An Guangyao?

But every time, her father shut her down with one line:

“You’re a girl. If you don’t support the family, are you just going to give all your money to your husband’s family someday? You and your brother share the same blood. When you’re in trouble, Guangyao will help you too. Why be so petty?”

She supposed he had a point. Even Qi Du—awful as he was—never once asked her for money.

She’d lived an entire lifetime more than anyone else. Surely she could find someone better than him—someone richer, and decent too.

If money would make her mother love her and her brother admire her, then fine—she’d give it. She could always earn more.

After hanging up, An Kefan reflexively opened the campus forum.

The top post was already blowing up. In under two hours, it had tens of thousands of comments.

In her last life, she remembered that same post had been about her and Qi Du.

She clicked on it instinctively, but the page wouldn’t load.

Then a text popped up—her phone bill was overdue.