Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 57

What kind of upbringing did this girl have?

A few cheap breakfasts and she was already completely swayed. Clearly, anti-fraud education hadn’t reached its target. Good thing he wasn’t some creep with bad intentions—if it had been someone else…

The deeper Feng Yan thought, the darker his gaze became. Behind his calm exterior, a turbulent undercurrent of black surged within.

After lunch, Su Ci picked up a napkin to wipe her mouth. She suddenly remembered—she still didn’t have Feng Yan’s contact information.

“Feng Yan, let’s add each other on WeChat. I’ll split the cost of lunch with you. And also about earlier…”

Clatter—

The teacup on the table tipped over suddenly. Hot tea spilled down Feng Yan’s shirt, soaking his otherwise pristine dress shirt through.

The thin, semi-transparent fabric clung to his waist and abs, outlining his lean, toned muscles. A dark wet patch bloomed across his slacks, and the steam rising from the tea showed it was still scalding hot.

Feng Yan looked a little flustered, the tips of his ears turning red as he stood up in a hurry.
“Sorry, I’m going to the restroom to take care of this. We can talk about splitting the bill later.”

By the time he came out—probably thanks to the staff lending him a hairdryer—he was completely dry again.

But he never brought up the topic of splitting the bill.

“Let’s go.”

Su Ci climbed back onto the back of his electric scooter. This time, Feng Yan seemed far more at ease—his posture relaxed, and he even started making small talk with her.

Though his tone carried a faint hint of lecturing.

“Do you often go out to eat with male classmates?”

“Only with you, Feng Yan.”

“Still, men and women should maintain some distance. Especially for girls like you—smart, attractive—you need to be more careful. Don’t casually agree to go out with boys who might have ulterior motives. And girls should also avoid—”

Su Ci tightened her arms around his waist and interrupted cheerfully,
“That’s why I carefully chose to go out with you. I trust you don’t have any bad intentions.”

Feng Yan’s voice trembled slightly.
“R-right.”

As they entered the north gate of S University, Su Ci lightly patted Feng Yan’s shoulder.
“Didn’t you have a project to work on? Go ahead, I’ll head back to the dorm for a nap.”

“Hm?”

It took him a while to process what she said before remembering the boring and tedious experiment he had going on.

He replied indifferently,
“No rush. Since I’m the only one you trust, I should see you back first. Or… want to grab some fruit to help with digestion?”

He wasn’t really asking—like usual, he gave her no room to decline. He walked straight into the supermarket and picked out a fresh fruit-and-yogurt bowl.

Then, remembering something, he grabbed a few boxes of sanitary pads while checking out. 180mm? A bit short. 240mm for day use—perfect. A few ultra-long ones for nighttime and some period panties, just in case.

The cashier watched him pick and compare with a dumbfounded expression, as if he were a wide-eyed child stepping into an alien world.
“Um, classmate… do you know what these are for?”

She honestly worried he’d bring them back and realize they weren’t “for him.” These products clearly weren’t meant for boys!

But Feng Yan didn’t feel embarrassed in the slightest. He calmly picked the most gentle and safest options and replied seriously,
“Yes, they’re for a female friend.”

From his calculations, she probably had two or three days left. But he wasn’t sure if she had painkillers…

The cashier gave him a teasing look.
“Just say girlfriend. Auntie here appreciates boys like you—ones who care about their girlfriends.”

Feng Yan replied flatly,
“She’s really not.”

He was just being thoughtful. Better to prepare now than wait until she needed them and couldn’t get out of bed. It’d be too late to help by then.

Better safe than sorry. No big deal.

Su Ci wasn’t embarrassed at all when this boy she barely knew and hadn’t spoken much to suddenly handed her a bag of sanitary pads. She accepted it without a hint of awkwardness and thanked him sincerely.

One was bold enough to give, the other brave enough to accept.

Nearby, a photography student who was just browsing the supermarket was stunned—The gorgeous girl actually has a boyfriend? This public display of affection is killing me!

Before her brain could even process the situation, her hands had already reached for her camera. Even though this lacked the romantic lighting of a bicycle shot, these two were just too photogenic!

She suddenly recalled the sports day footage she had recorded. She had followed them all the way to the dorm and gotten more stunning shots than from professional models. This was gold material—no way she was letting it slip!

Clutching her camera, she gathered her courage and rushed up to them.

“Excuse me! Sorry to bother you. I’m Sheng Yao, the vice president of the Light & Shadow Photography Club. Would you mind if I took a few couple shots of you? We’ll give you free copies!”

Feng Yan looked at Su Ci, silently asking her if she was up for it. If she wanted to, he was willing to cooperate—though begrudgingly.

Su Ci thought of how busy he was and smiled apologetically at the girl.
“Thanks, but he’s got a lot on his plate today. We don’t have time…”

Feng Yan suddenly changed his mind.
“It’s fine. Let’s do it.”

Sheng Yao lit up instantly and directed them to stand under a blooming cherry blossom tree.
“A little closer… closer!”

Feng Yan raised his arm and gently pulled Su Ci closer by the shoulder.

“Looks better on camera this way.”

Su Ci looked up at him.
“Your heart’s beating faster too.”

“Is that so? Well, 2 p.m. is the hottest time of day. The rise in body temperature boosts metabolism, increases oxygen demand, triggers the sympathetic nervous system, and releases norepinephrine—all of which contribute to a faster heart rate.”

Sheng Yao: “…Huh?”

He’s handsome, sure—but why does he have to open his mouth?
Just say you like her and save us all the trouble!

After the shoot, Sheng Yao gave Su Ci her contact info and told her to stop by the club for the photos when she had time. She also asked if they could use some footage as promo material.

But Feng Yan snatched the business card before Su Ci could take it.

“I’ll go pick them up. Her dorm’s far from your club, and she doesn’t have a scooter—it’s inconvenient.”

Sheng Yao pouted and walked away, exasperated.

Seriously?! Just because I have short hair and dress androgynously doesn’t mean I’m a guy!
Why’s he acting like I’m some kind of threat? What a paranoid freak!

Su Ci gave Feng Yan a quick, familiar hug.

But this time, the boy—whose expression was always cold and frosty—raised his hand and hugged her back.
“Get some rest.”

It was just a simple hug.

But Feng Yan’s brain spun through dozens of leaps in logic.

She doesn’t eat with other guys → she has no friends → she only asks me out → she wants to be friends with me → … → she’s emotionally needy and already dependent on me.

She was so easy to fool. In order to protect her from being misled by anyone else offering crumbs of affection, it was perfectly justified for him to be a little nicer to her. After all, he was a righteous and kind person.

Not like a certain lazy, delinquent thug…

Who just dumped her at the school clinic and walked away.

If Jin Ran won’t take responsibility, then I will. I’ll see this through.

Nearby, behind a flowerbed, Jiang Wan turned pale. Her forehead was dripping with cold sweat, her breathing shaky. She stayed frozen, too afraid to move.

Jin Ran is… in a relationship?!

And with Su Ci, her own dormmate—the campus sweetheart who had been dominating the confession wall for over a month. There wasn’t a single student who didn’t like her.

Her initial shock quickly turned into something worse—a deep, inexplicable sense of betrayal. How could Su Ci date Jin Ran? Didn’t she know he was a complete lunatic?

He might look polite and easy to get along with, but that was all an act. He was just luring his prey into a trap.

Could it be… this time, he’s finally decided to go after Su Ci?

What disturbed her even more was that, in her previous life, she had hated that dark, grimy basement.

But now, imagining Su Ci’s beautiful face bound in chains, eyes brimming with tears, evoked a twisted, uncontrollable surge of possessiveness and violent desire.

No. No! I can’t let Jin Ran succeed!