Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 52

The sun blazed overhead. Cicadas chirped in the trees.

It was early April, and the Sports Day at S University’s Stadium No. 2 was in full swing.

“Jin Ran, after the girls’ 1500-meter race, bring more bottled water and glucose!”

“Got it. No problem.”

The boy who was called out wore a solid black T-shirt under the standard-issue red volunteer vest. His cap cast a shadow over half his face, revealing sharp features and a rugged, wild edge. His pale skin glowed in the sunlight.

Soon, he returned lugging a box of bottled water and two large cartons of glucose drinks. His expression was lazy, posture relaxed, exuding a cold arrogance that was impossible to ignore.

Sensing all the gazes drawn to him, the guy manning check-in cursed under his breath. Damn this B-king—it was all his fault that every girl on campus was obsessed and he himself was still single halfway through sophomore year. So annoying!

On the red rubber track, the first group of girls running the 1500 meters had finished check-in and were warming up at the starting line.

The starting line was close to the check-in area. As Jiang Hao returned, she immediately spotted Jin Ran.

The same lunatic who had locked her in a basement in her past life—injecting her with unknown substances, installing hidden cameras to monitor her, even using torture devices on her!

If not for the number tag on her chest and the crowds of cheering classmates around the track, Jiang Hao would’ve turned and run on sight.

Run as far as she could. She wasn’t going to fall into Jin Ran’s trap again. She wouldn’t be imprisoned, tortured, or dragged into his revenge scheme.

Just as she was thinking that, he seemed to notice her. His cold, thin lips curved into a wicked, almost mocking smile.

He set down the bottled water, picked up a small red flag, and walked toward her with casual ease. He was tall, long-legged, and carried a kind of untamed confidence that radiated quiet pressure.

One look, and you could tell—this guy was trouble.

Undeniably.

Jiang Hao instinctively shrank back, nudging the girl beside her—who was doing stretches—forward, praying she could use her as a shield.

But she pushed too hard.

The girl lost her balance and stumbled forward, about to faceplant on the rough track.

For a split second, Jiang Hao thought about helping her. But Jin Ran was only a few steps away—if she moved too suddenly, she might draw his attention.

Her hand, halfway extended, quickly withdrew.

Before the other girl could realize what was happening, Jiang Hao pretended to go get a drink, slipping away from her original spot as fast as she could.

Su Ci, the girl who got shoved, was a little dazed. She had pretty good flexibility, and wouldn’t have fallen normally—but she’d been too distracted watching the boy earlier.

This male lead was… unusual.

Not just because of his dual personality, but also his intense fear of women.

So she hadn’t dared approach too suddenly. She’d spent the past few days quietly observing him. Coincidentally, her sports meet events fell on the same day he was volunteering at the track.

As her body tilted dangerously, Su Ci stayed remarkably calm. Since she was already falling, maybe this was a good chance to get him to carry her to the infirmary?

But the expected pain never came.

Instead, she collided into a firm, muscular chest clad in a red vest. A clean, citrusy mint scent mixed with sunlight enveloped her—like a cool, fizzy soda on a summer day.

Strong hands gripped her shoulders, steadying her with just the right amount of force. The boy gave her a lazy, cocky smile.

“Classmate, with balance like that, you still plan to run the 1500? Try eating more protein and milk next time. Those skinny arms and legs—I’m scared you’ll snap something.”

Su Ci wanted to say someone pushed her, but before she could speak, Jin Ran turned away, waving his red flag to usher all the athletes inside the starting zone. He noticeably paused as he passed Jiang Hao.

At that moment, the official arrived with the starting gun.

Su Ci sighed, letting the moment go, and focused on the race.

A few lanes away, Jiang Hao’s face was pale, lips bloodless, her entire body shaking uncontrollably.

That one cold glance from him had dragged her back to her past life—the pain, the fear, the trauma. She didn’t even hear the starting gun. She started late by several beats.

This time around, Su Ci was a fine arts student in the university’s art department.

She didn’t know how the system assigned roles, but somehow, she ended up in the same major, same class, and even same dorm as the female lead. Thankfully, the system automatically patched memories, so it didn’t affect her much.

Most art students were girls. Few signed up for athletic events—too tiring and too much sun. But it contributed to the class’s overall evaluation, so Su Ci, seeing no one else volunteer, signed up for a few herself.

Events like the 800m, 1500m, and 3000m usually had other students running alongside on the football field, cheering and filming for encouragement.

On the track, Jiang Hao was clearly out of it—movements stiff, expression tense. Her form had fallen apart completely.

The photographer filming nearby was panicking. He wanted to say something but didn’t dare interrupt her race. He just followed with a bitter expression.

Please, girl, you paid me to shoot your vlog. Who cares if you’re fast—at least smile a little? What’s with the whole “tragic heroine” act?

After filming two laps, the photographer gave up, pulled out his phone, and refunded Jiang Hao in full.

Among the runners were a few athletes. Su Ci’s stamina was average—she kept pace in third place, just behind two classmates in full professional gear.

She wasn’t sure if she was imagining it, but every time she started to lag, those in front would slow down too, even letting the fourth runner pass.

Maybe it was some strategy to conserve energy?

Long-distance running was grueling—especially for fragile college students. From the stands, waves of shouts rang out: “Go number 7!” But Su Ci was too focused to pay attention.

On the last lap, because she hadn’t eaten lunch properly, her blood sugar crashed. Her vision filled with black-and-white static like an old TV screen.

As she crossed the finish line, the world cleared just for a second—and the volunteer standing opposite her was the same cocky, sharp-featured guy, his lips curled in amused mischief.

It was him again. Jin Ran.

Remembering the male lead’s extreme fear of women, Su Ci immediately braked and turned sharply, gasping as she walked toward the edge of the track.

Meanwhile, Jin Ran—who’d worried she might snap a bone, ran alongside the track to keep pace, arrived early at the finish line to block any shady volunteers—

“…?”

Tch. What a rude little classmate.

Wasn’t she secretly following him around just a few days ago?

Thanks to the low blood sugar, Su Ci didn’t even realize how pale she was—cold sweat pouring down her forehead, ears ringing, brain buzzing.

A classmate from her major came up with a towel and water, congratulating her on winning first in her heat. Apparently, a few athletes had underperformed…

Su Ci couldn’t make out the words. Her vision went black—and she collapsed.

That sudden fainting spell triggered chaos. Students in the stands rushed down with worried faces and frantic voices.

Many even began scolding the event organizers for hosting the meet in this blazing heat.

The sports department head who happened to walk by: “…???”

Hey! I swear I checked the forecast! This city only has winter and summer! Who knew the temp would jump from fifteen to nearly forty degrees overnight?!

Jin Ran reacted fast—catching her in his arms, expertly tearing open a glucose vial and feeding her two doses. When that didn’t work, he scooped her up without hesitation.

“Move! Get out of the way!”