Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 53

Jiang Hao completely broke down mentally and couldn’t keep running. She ended up walking the entire last lap.

When she finally saw the finish line, she forced herself into a jog. She was the only one left on the track, so there was only one person at the end waiting to collect her number tag.

A tall boy in a red baseball cap stood there, the brim casting a deep shadow across his face.

Something crossed her mind, and Jiang Hao’s expression twisted. She suddenly veered away from the volunteer’s outstretched hand and awkwardly collapsed onto the rubber track.

The boy crouched to help her up and tried to remove her number tag to record her time, but Jiang Hao frantically shook her head, waving him off like he was some kind of monster out to devour her.

Utterly confused, the boy had no choice but to call over a female volunteer to take care of her.

Only when he got up and walked away did Jiang Hao finally see his face clearly—delicate features, unfamiliar. It wasn’t Jin Ran.

She breathed a sigh of relief… but at the same time, a strange sense of disappointment crept in.

This heat was all girls. So Jin Ran didn’t come to meet her at the finish line. Which meant…

Realizing where her thoughts were headed, Jiang Hao’s face darkened. Was she out of her mind? Had she been abused into Stockholm Syndrome?

It was better that it wasn’t Jin Ran. This time around, she had to stay as far away from that mad dog as possible. She was never going back into that dark, freezing basement.

She sat on the ground for quite a while, and when she finally looked up, everyone was focused on the next group of athletes. Not a single person brought her water or a towel.

The only one who noticed her was the videographer she’d paid for. The woman sincerely apologized that the vlog hadn’t turned out well and offered a full refund, suggesting they work together another time.

Jiang Hao’s mind was in chaos. She couldn’t care less about the vlog and dismissed her perfunctorily.

The videographer let out a breath of relief. She was only trying to earn a bit on the side—if the client wasn’t angry, that was great. Even if she didn’t capture the footage the client wanted, she had filmed a stunningly beautiful girl!

If that girl agreed to let her use the footage as promotional material, she was willing to do a 50-50 split. No—60-40! Even 70-30 would be fine!

She dashed off with the camera, excited to dig up info and contact details for the gorgeous girl from Lane 7.

That afternoon, in a foul mood, Jiang Hao grabbed a bite outside the campus. On her way back to the dorm, she took the shortcut through the dimly lit alley by the southwest gate.

Halfway through, a cold breeze brushed the back of her neck. Jiang Hao suddenly felt a chill. She turned around—and her pupils dilated in terror. A wave of suffocating fear surged over her.

Bathed in the crimson hues of sunset, the boy stood tall and still. The lingering light carved harsh shadows across his sharp, menacing face.

He stood there in silence. Who knew how long he had been following her?

“J-Jin… ah!”

Jiang Hao turned to flee, but the boy moved fast—so fast. In the blink of an eye, he had her pinned against the wall, one hand clenched around her throat, his chilling gaze slowly dragging over her wrists.

“W-what are you doing? I’ll call the police—”

Jin Ran gave a crooked, mocking smirk. He snatched the half-empty snack wrapper from her hand, crumpled it into a ball, and shoved it into her mouth.

“Tell me. Which hand did you use to push her?”

Jiang Hao shook her head desperately, tears falling uncontrollably. Her manicured fingers clawed at the tightening hand around her neck, but it was no use.

This version of Jin Ran was far scarier than the one in her past life. Back then, at least he pretended to be gentle—only making his move after she was fully trapped.

But now—what had she done to provoke him?

Jin Ran didn’t have time to waste. Since she refused to talk, then she could pay double the price.

He let out a soft laugh. His free right hand moved like a blade in autumn, swift and merciless—dislocating both her wrists with two sharp cracks.

“If you try it again, I’ll cut those hands off.”

Jiang Hao let out a muffled sob through the wrapper, her whole body trembling. Her legs gave out, and she slid down the wall, shaking like a frightened bird.

There were no security cameras in this alley.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jin Ran striding away without a care in the world—arrogant and bold. He wasn’t the least bit afraid she might report him.

He had leverage over her. He knew she wouldn’t dare.

But… he hadn’t even mentioned that leverage.

So was all this really just revenge—for pushing that girl?

But the girl hadn’t even fallen in the end.

Her hands ached—piercing, searing pain.

But the tightness in her chest, that sour, choking feeling, hurt even more. If Jin Ran wanted to punish her, fine. But how dare he do it for another woman?

Su Ci woke up in the school infirmary just as dusk set in. Outside the window, the sky was painted with fiery clouds.

At the desk by the window sat a boy in a white shirt and black trousers. His dark hair fell slightly over his forehead, revealing sharp, elegant features. A pair of silver-rimmed glasses rested on his straight nose.

It was Jin Ran’s face—but with a completely different aura.

He had a book open in front of him, head down as he wrote. His slender, pale fingers moved fluidly with the pen, graceful and focused. He looked refined, calm, untouched by the mundane world.

Su Ci called out tentatively, “Feng Yan? Did you bring me here?”

The boy paused, quickly closed the book, and pushed up his glasses with a faintly awkward motion before replying in a cool tone, “No. Some bastard dumped you here.”

“…”

Feng Yan said it so matter-of-factly, clearly unaware that he himself was the “bastard” he was referring to.

“He just left you here and walked off.”

He picked up a thermal food container from the table, pulled out the small tray on the hospital bed, and began laying out dishes from the cafeteria.

“Eat. Don’t go fainting again and getting me in trouble. I just look like his brother—I don’t want to clean up his messes.”

Su Ci asked, “Then why are you taking care of me?”

Feng Yan choked slightly, handed her a pair of disposable chopsticks, and said offhandedly, “Doctor’s orders. I came to disinfect a small cut.”

It sounded… surprisingly plausible.

Su Ci looked down and saw a shallow wound on the back of his hand. It wasn’t bleeding anymore, but the skin was peeled back, revealing a soft pink layer—like it had been sliced by something sharp.

Noticing her gaze, Feng Yan quickly hid his left hand behind his back.

He didn’t know how he got that scratch. He must’ve woken up from his nap with it. Then, for some reason, went to the cafeteria, grabbed some food, and wandered into this room.

Honestly, he didn’t know what he was doing half the time.

But the moment he entered the infirmary and saw her lying there, his brain filled in all the blanks: That bastard Jin Ran dumped her here again and left the cleanup to me.

Feng Yan didn’t live in the dorms, didn’t make friends, and kept to himself. No one had ever noticed that he and Jin Ran were never seen together. Everyone simply assumed they were twin brothers.

But Feng Yan knew the truth. That rule-breaking, reputation-destroying delinquent who looked exactly like him—he hated that guy.

Especially when people pinned Jin Ran’s crimes on him. He never even knew what the accusers were talking about.

This girl in front of him was the first person who didn’t confuse them on their first meeting. That alone put him in a decent mood.

As she finished the last spoonful of soup, he pulled two pieces of chocolate from his pocket with practiced ease.

Chocolate?

Must’ve grabbed it when he bought the water earlier.

“Keep these on you. Don’t go fainting again or that bastard Jin Ran will dump you on me. I just happen to look like his brother—not interested in cleaning up his disasters.”

Su Ci broke off a small piece and popped it into her mouth. Sweet, milky chocolate melted on her tongue, and her eyes curved with a smile.

“Thanks. Feng Yan, your chocolate is really sweet.”

Translator’s Note:
The main personality: Feng Yan — aloof, ascetic top student.
The alternate personality: Jin Ran — rebellious, arrogant school tyrant.

What’s the truth behind their shared identity?
Just two sorrowful, tail-wagging puppies starved for affection.

And just wait—later, the male lead gets jealous… of himself. Su Ci ends up dating one half, while the other goes nuts trying to sabotage it. (ಡωಡ)