Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 59

Feng Yan didn’t think there was anything wrong with his little behind-the-scenes tactics.

Su Ci’s admirers were far too aggressive.

Since rumors couldn’t be suppressed anyway, it was better to let them spread. Maybe it would scare off those shameless, unscrupulous, and irrational suitors.

He was simply showing reasonable concern for a friend.

So after lunch, when Su Ci asked if he had time that afternoon to model for her anatomy sketch practice, Feng Yan only hesitated for two seconds before agreeing.

Excusing himself to the restroom, he locked himself in a stall and frantically searched for information on his phone—

[Do you have to be fully nude to model for an art student?]
[Important etiquette for male nude models working with female artists?]
[What are common poses in life drawing?]
[…how to groom body hair in private areas…]

…

Su Ci had booked a private studio. The moment they entered, Feng Yan’s hands and feet stiffened with nerves. The tips of his ears, down to his neck, flushed bright red.

But determined to maintain a professional demeanor, he kept his expression calm and asked in a steady tone,
“Should I take it off now? Should I go handle… grooming first?”

On the way to school, he’d even swung by the convenience store and bought a hair removal device and depilatory cream—but hadn’t had time to use them yet.

Su Ci paused for a moment, then quietly locked the door and quickly drew the curtains. Her voice was gentle and reassuring.
“Don’t be nervous. If you feel comfortable, go ahead and undress.”

Feng Yan unbuttoned his shirt, opening the front to reveal his sculpted chest and lean waist. His abdominal muscles were sharply defined, his V-line disappearing into a leather belt—sexy, restrained, and wild all at once.

Finally, his slender fingers hooked the waistband of his boxers. He hesitated, lips pressed tightly together.

“Okay. Let’s stop there.”

He froze, a bit annoyed with himself—was he too slow? Did she think he was reluctant? Whatever another model could do, so could he.

This was a legitimate job. No reason to be awkward.

But since Su Ci had already told him to stop, continuing now would feel forced. He tamped down his racing heart and posed like the plaster cast in the corner—one that emphasized his physique.

Figure models weren’t supposed to move.

Feng Yan held that difficult pose, staring straight at Su Ci. When she focused on her drawing, she had a unique aura—like a quiet breeze, beautiful in her own way.

Su Ci couldn’t help but laugh softly.
“You’re allowed to blink, you know.”

“Got it. I’ll blink… in a minute.”

Normally, he never dared look at Su Ci so openly—worried she’d misunderstand and think he was like everyone else, trying to get close for selfish reasons. After all, he was the one she trusted most.

But this was different. Even if he stared, it would only seem like a model’s self-discipline.

The experience was new and oddly calming. Yet, the thought of his body being sketched by Su Ci stirred something restless in him.

He didn’t know how long he’d been watching her.

His eyes started to sting from dryness. The world suddenly blurred. When his vision finally cleared again—it wasn’t Feng Yan anymore. It was Jin Ran, blinking in confusion and shock.

Su Ci peeked around her drawing board, immediately sensing something was off.
“Are you tired? Relax a bit—take a break and drink some water…”

She pulled a bottle of mineral water from her bag, helped him sit down in the chair, and gently massaged the sore muscles in his arms.

Jin Ran’s pupils widened as he looked around—the locked studio, the clothes piled on the shelf, his nearly naked self, and the soft, caring seventh little classmate.

How did his little flower vase coax him into this?

Given their “relationship,” wasn’t this progressing a bit too fast?

Not that faster was bad—but this wasn’t the right setting.

“Jin Ran? Are you still okay to model for me later?”

Su Ci wasn’t sure. Feng Yan had agreed to be the model—but now it was Jin Ran, whose personality was completely different. Their relationship hadn’t progressed that far yet.

From Su Ci’s point of view, she’d only met Jin Ran once—at the sports festival.

But Jin Ran’s mind had gone somewhere else entirely. He thought Little Vase must have a crush on him—too shy to confess outright, so she made up this excuse just to be alone with him.

A good crush would never make a girl feel awkward or embarrassed. So naturally, Jin Ran stretched out and gave her a playful brow raise.

“Of course I’ll model. Why wouldn’t I? I’ll do it every day from now on.”

The expression made his glasses slip. He pulled them off, then tilted his head and asked,
“Did you put these on me? Was it for the drawing?”

He didn’t like wearing glasses—they made him get mistaken for that nerd Feng Yan. But if Little Vase liked it, he could make an exception.

Su Ci took the glasses from him.
“Yeah. They made you look more refined. But you don’t need them now.”

Jin Ran stood, his long legs carrying him around to the back of the easel. A sketch lay on the paper—just the upper body, but already incredibly lifelike, clearly drawn with great skill.

Even though the person in the drawing had the same face and glasses as his mortal enemy, Jin Ran was absolutely certain it was him.

One look at those powerful muscles, and it was obvious. Feng Yan spent all his time in labs doing academic work—how could he compete with this body?

Little Vase clearly had good taste. She picked the right guy.

“Alright, let’s do the lower half.”

Jin Ran couldn’t wait to see the finished product. He posed again without hesitation, letting Su Ci observe him however she pleased—and began studying her in return.

She really was cute. Why hadn’t she confessed yet?

It’s not like he was going to eat her. What was she so shy about?

While Jin Ran was thinking that, he completely missed how obvious his reaction was. Su Ci hesitated for a moment… but still decided to draw it realistically.

When he finally saw the finished sketch—not even his thick skin could save him. Jin Ran’s face burned hot, and he instinctively rolled up the paper. His heart pounded, and the tips of his ears turned red.

Did Little Vase like him that much?

Sure, his body wasn’t bad, but this… this was exaggerated, especially… cough… that part.

He clumsily threw on his clothes and pants—

And then realized… his pants felt tight.

Jin Ran’s face froze.

“…Sorry. I need to use the restroom.”

He grabbed his bag and bolted out. As he unzipped it to pull out tissues, he noticed something strange—a hair removal device and a tube of gentle depilatory cream had somehow ended up in his bag.

“…”

Wait… could it be…?

Realizing the implication, Jin Ran’s embarrassment slowly turned into giddy disbelief. Then delight. Then pure euphoria.

Tsk. Who would’ve thought? His Little Vase was bold.

If she wasn’t shy, then why hadn’t she confessed? But if she was shy, then how could she stare at his chest and abs like that without blushing—and even stuff these kinds of things into his bag?

He made up his mind: he’d use them as soon as he got back.

After calming down, Jin Ran offered to walk Little Vase back to her dorm. Since she wouldn’t confess, he’d just keep making the first move—drop all the hints she needed.

But Su Ci shook her head.
“I’m staying at a hotel.”

Ever since that falling out with the girls in 517, Su Ci hadn’t gone back. She preferred staying elsewhere.

On one hand, the roommates were technically only business partners—whatever conflict had happened, it came from their concern for her. There was no deep hatred.

On the other hand, Su Ci clearly remembered the plot. In the past timeline, the female lead had hurt Jin Ran terribly. That debt had been settled. But what about this time?

If Jin Ran still wanted revenge… Su Ci figured she’d stay out of it. No siding with anyone.

Jin Ran’s rush of excitement instantly vanished.

“A hotel? Is it safe? Where? With who?”