Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 56

The restaurant Feng Yan reserved wasn’t far from campus. Its appeal lay in its quiet ambiance and fresh ingredients. Even during peak dining hours, there were rarely any lines or queues.

But then again, for college students living paycheck to paycheck, a Western restaurant with a per-person cost of three to four thousand yuan was bound to be quiet. The only reason it hadn’t gone out of business yet was that it was part of a chain.

Feng Yan walked half a step behind Su Ci, his eyes falling on the blue-and-white backpack in front of him with a little Cinnamoroll charm dangling from it. His face was calm and unreadable.

Tablet: 500g.
Phone: 200g.
Books: 1000g.
Water bottle, full: 1000g.
Stuffed toy: 100g.
Lipstick, compact, charger…

All together, almost seven or eight pounds. Why is her bag so heavy?

Outside the teaching building, Feng Yan called out to her.
“Wait for me here. I’ll go get the scooter. Oh, and give me your bag—carrying it like that’s inconvenient.”

“Okay, thanks.”

Su Ci handed over her backpack. Moments later, Feng Yan rode out from the parking area on a white electric scooter, the bag safely stowed in the storage box at the back.

A few boys pretending to wait for their classmates, but actually spying on the “enemy,” were utterly stunned.
Bro, this is how you take the school goddess out on a date?
Forget supercars—couldn’t you at least show up in a proper four-wheeler? What’s so special about an electric scooter?

One of the jealous onlookers gritted his teeth and quickly called his wealthy friend to report in.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m following them right now. Bring the flashiest car you’ve got. Who cares if he’s some campus god? Trust me—just go for it!”

Feng Yan parked the scooter in front of Su Ci, completely indifferent to the contemptuous stares around him. He took a helmet from the back compartment and gently put it on her head.

As he lowered the visor, their eyes met unexpectedly. Hers held a soft smile, and the sudden eye contact made Feng Yan quickly avert his gaze.

How could someone’s beauty mark be so captivating?
Even more mesmerizing than the most intricate math formula—just one look and his mind was flooded with that spot of crimson.

Feng Yan steadied himself and said offhandedly,
“Hop on. For your safety, it’s best if you hold on tight. I tend to drive fast.”

S University was located within the city’s second ring road, surrounded by shopping districts. Traffic during lunch hours was notoriously bad. Besides, she wasn’t wearing a skirt today—riding a scooter made sense.

It was, objectively, the most reasonable choice.

Of course, if she had refused, he would’ve still driven gently—no sudden braking, no sharp turns, no bumps…

Before he could finish rationalizing his actions, a pair of soft, fair hands wrapped around his waist, and the girl leaned into his back.

“Is this okay?”

Her voice was muffled, as if her face was nestled against his back. The heat of her breath seeped through the thin fabric of his shirt and landed right on his tense shoulder blades.

God—does she have no sense of boundaries at all?

Does she cling to everyone’s back seat like this?

Does she know this kind of hug can be dangerously distracting?!

A thousand thoughts flashed through his mind as his Adam’s apple bobbed involuntarily. He said coldly,
“Yeah, like that. Hold tight. We’re leaving.”

The boy reporting back to his rich friend was slack-jawed.

Can someone tell him—since when were electric scooters this f**ing charming?!*

On the way to the restaurant, Feng Yan remained stiff as a board, silent the whole ride, exuding an aura colder than an ice cube fresh out of a freezer.

“Are you uncomfortable? Am I holding you too tightly?”

Su Ci started to loosen her grip, but his hand gently pulled her arms back into place. His voice was low and carried in the wind:
“No. It was fine just now.”

There’s no seatbelt—what if she fell?

Su Ci lifted her gaze slightly and caught a glimpse of his pale ear turning red, the tiny blood vessels clearly visible beneath the skin.

Kind of cute.

When they arrived, a waiter respectfully led them to a private room on the second floor.

The boys who had been tailing them waited outside for a couple minutes, then tried to follow—but were stopped at the entrance.

“Excuse me, do you have a reservation?”

“I’ll make one now—uh, never mind, sorry to bother you.”

Damn—base meal package starts at 3,000?!

Bro, if you’ve got that kind of money, why ride a scooter?!

I rode a shared bike thinking I could afford this place!

Embarrassed, one of the boys quickly called his friend.
“Where are you? They’ve already started eating! If you’re not serious about chasing her, no wonder you’re rich and still single.”

From the other end came the sound of honking.
“It’s not that I don’t want to! Do you know how bad traffic is during lunch hour on the second ring?! Three intersections ahead! I never should’ve listened to you and taken the sports car to show off!”

Inside the private room, the waiter handed them two menus.

Feng Yan took the pen and, without much deliberation, ticked off selections for two—appetizers, entrees, sides, soup, dessert, and drinks.

“That’ll be all. Go ahead and put in the order.”

The waiter’s professional smile nearly cracked. If not for his years of service training, he might’ve smacked Feng Yan over the head with the menu.

No gentlemanly manners at all. How is he worthy of such a beautiful girl?

“Sir, the lady hasn’t ordered yet.”

Feng Yan froze. Over the past few days of prepping Su Ci’s breakfasts, he’d come to understand her tastes quite well.

Based on today’s breakfast, her morning tea, the weather, humidity, her physical activity… He had calculated the optimal meal plan.

So, he’d simply ordered for both of them.

But personal preferences could change. He had, admittedly, overlooked that. Feng Yan pushed the menu toward her.
“Sorry. Take another look—see if there’s anything you’d like.”

Su Ci had a notoriously hard time choosing. She didn’t even glance at the menu and passed it back to the waiter.
“Let’s go with his picks. I know Feng Yan takes good care of people.”

The waiter took the menu with a beaming smile, thinking, This guy must’ve hit the jackpot. She’s clearly saving face for him.
When will I ever find a girlfriend this sweet?
Probably in the next life. As a man.

When the food arrived, unsurprisingly, Su Ci liked every dish. The presentation was also quite exquisite.

Except…

“Here’s your seasonal fruit and veggie salad. I’ll just drizzle the dressing for you—”

“Leave it. I’ve got it.”

“Here’s your dry-aged steak—”

“Leave it. I’ve got it.”

“And your braised abalone rice—”

“Leave it. I’ve got it.”

The waiter was utterly confused. What’s with this guy? Is he trying to avoid tipping?

But tips weren’t even allowed here—there was a standard 15% service charge no matter what. Even if the customer did everything themselves.

Seeing the waiter’s puzzled expression, Su Ci smiled gently.
“You can go now. He’s just used to doing things himself.”

The waiter chuckled awkwardly.
“Of course, of course, sir.”

Feng Yan pushed a perfectly cubed portion of steak in front of her, his expression calm as he explained:
“I have OCD. If I don’t cut things evenly, I get really uncomfortable.”

Is that so?

Su Ci nodded, accepting the explanation. She dipped the entire surface of the steak into the sauce before taking a bite. She ate with etiquette, keeping her plate neat throughout.

Feng Yan said,
“…Sorry. It’s selective OCD. You don’t have to be so restrained—eat however you want.”

He just didn’t want the waiter near her.

But watching her, he found her increasingly pleasant to look at.

Sure, she was a bit too forward—always hinting or outright asking him to bring her breakfast, sweets, snacks, afternoon tea, or to eat together, walk together, study together…

But it was all simple, easy stuff.

Even if the crab soup dumplings were in the far east of town, and the stuffed pan-fried buns were in the far west, even if he had to dash to the supermarket and back in 20 minutes between classes, or race to the library to reserve the best spot for lighting and ventilation—

Feng Yan didn’t find it troublesome at all.

She was just… so easy to please. These tiny gestures were enough to make her eyes light up, to make her treat him differently. She even asked him to lunch to show her thanks.

By the end of the meal, Feng Yan had barely touched his food.

Just watching the girl across from him eat had filled him up.

Filled him with feelings.