Quick Transmigration: What's Wrong with the Yandere Male Lead? It's So Good!

The two stood facing each other, one tall and one short, one with their head down and the other with their head up.

Flowers bloomed in the flowerbeds beside them, creating a beautiful scene.

If someone were to capture this scene, it would probably be wallpaper-worthy.

But it only looks beautiful on the surface, because there's a drama queen here.

Jiang Rangrang moved her mouth, as if she didn't know what to say. She stood there in shock and panic, her small hands gripping the hem of her skirt, her knuckles white.

She obviously didn't expect that the student council president who had feelings for her in the game was actually a top senior in the school.

Feng Zhiye perfectly understood the meaning behind her performance.

He wasn't stupid; he knew that many people at school recognized him, and she probably already knew about his worldly status or honors.

But he didn't care; all he knew was that it was his first time being so close to the person he loved, and he was still uncontrollably nervous.

He said dryly, "I have a private room on the top floor of the cafeteria. Shall we go there to eat something and talk?"

But the girl opposite him did not agree as he had expected.

Jiang Rangrang gripped the hem of her skirt and gently shook her head.

"No."

Her voice was soft and gentle, but it sounded incredibly grating to Feng Zhiye's ears.

"Why? Are you not satisfied with me?"

He was getting anxious. He found that his usual ease and confidence were completely ineffective when he was with her, and he couldn't stay calm in front of her at all.

Jiang Rangrang looked up and met his gaze, then shook her head: "No, I'm not dissatisfied..."

Her small hands gripped the side of her skirt, gripping and releasing, letting go and gripping again, as she murmured:

"It's just not suitable..."

"What's wrong with it?"

Feng Zhiye asked anxiously, only to find that he simply could not accept her rejection.

Her rejection made him feel suffocated, and he felt...

His gaze was fixed stubbornly on her eyes, his eyes now carrying an unusual possessiveness that he himself was unaware of.

Jiang Rangrang seemed frightened by his gaze, her voice trembling slightly:

"My friend has talked about you... Your family background is so good, while I am just an orphan."

Everyone says that everyone is equal, but I know that's not true...

"It is indeed unequal."

Feng Zhiye interrupted her.

Jiang Rangrang paused and lowered his head.

"Because in my heart, you are above me, because I like you more."

In relationships, the one who is more favored is the subordinate.

Jiang Rangrang looked up in disbelief and met his serious eyes again.

Feng Zhiye spoke again: "So, can we be together now?"

Jiang Rangrang tried to avoid his burning gaze, but he held her shoulders firmly.

"I...I'm thinking about it...ah!"

Jiang Rangrang gasped softly in surprise as she was suddenly pulled away.

Feng Zhiye didn't want to hear it; he didn't want to hear her rejection, so he was going to proceed in his own way.

"President, where are you taking me?"

How could Jiang Rangrang possibly break free with her meager strength? After struggling twice without success, she asked in a bit of a panic.

"Have a meal."

888: ...

777: ...

Amazing Kitty: Back to the station?

Little Rabbit: Why go back?

Peerless Meow: Host, we're no longer needed here.

Little Rabbit: I'm not going, I need to protect my host.

Amazing Kitty: ...

The greatest danger to your host is my host. Don't worry, apart from being dragged onto the bed by my host and unable to get off, there won't be any other danger.

After thinking about it, 888 realized that it was indeed true.

Little Rabbit: Why are we going back to the station?

Peerless Meow: You'll find out then, let's go.

The two leaders, too lazy to watch the two of them being affectionate, went off to slack off.

…………

Meanwhile, Jiang Rangrang was pulled into the cafeteria by Feng Zhiye in full view of everyone.

First floor of the cafeteria.

Cheng Feng, Lin Xinghe, and Zhao Minghao were eating around a table.

They used to eat nutritious meals prepared by a private chef arranged by their family. It was only a couple of days ago that they accidentally ate at the cafeteria on the first floor with their brothers and realized what kind of miserable life they had been living before!

Rich, dark sauces, advanced technology, and ruthless work—that's the real magic!

"This braised pork is amazing," Cheng Feng mumbled, his mouth full of meat.

Zhao Minghao, who rarely spoke, swallowed the fried chicken in his mouth and couldn't help but nod in agreement:

"Whether you're healthy or not isn't important; at worst, you can get treatment..."

He paused halfway through his sentence, his chopsticks holding food stopped, and his gaze remained fixed in one direction.

The other two looked at him when they saw this, and then followed his gaze.

Feng Zhiye entered through the cafeteria door, pulling Youyao's younger sister along with him.

"???"

Cheng Feng's eyes widened: "No, this is what he meant by having something to do at noon? Wasn't he not in a hurry? Why is he now attacking me!"

Lin Xinghe chuckled and shook his head: "Aye has always been used to having everything go his way. I think he might just stumble over this girl with the medicine."

Cheng Feng squinted for a second, then quickly opened his personal terminal and took a picture of the two of them.

"What did you stumble over?" Cheng Feng asked Lin Xinghe as he sent the photos after taking them.

"If Yao Meimei's feelings for him are genuine, then it's alright; if not..."

Lin Xinghe didn't finish speaking; he simply shook his head.

"Where are you sending it?" Lin Xinghe asked him.

"Where else can I send it?" Cheng Feng said as he typed.

"In our brothers' group, I'm going to make fun of Brother Ye."

Brotherhood Alliance —

[Shuofeng]: Yo yo yo~ Brother Ye has his own pace, no rush~ Photo.jpg

[Shuofeng]: He grabbed the wrist of the girl with the medicine and dragged her through the first floor of the cafeteria. At least several hundred people saw him!

[Shuofeng]: Don't think you can get away with not saying anything~ I know you're watching, your personal computer is never muted~

[Bu Du]: Get lost!

[North Wind]: Alright!

【Gypsophila】: ...

[A Mang]: ...

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Jiang Rangrang was led to the cafeteria by Feng Zhiye, who was holding her wrist.

The cafeteria was bustling with people, and many were looking this way. She didn't dare to lift her head, her little face flushed pink.

Seeing this, Feng Zhiye tightened his arm, and Jiang Rangrang, caught off guard, stood on the inside while he shielded her from the crowd's gaze from the outside.

Then I watched her enter the elevator, the elevator doors closed, cutting off everyone's view, leaving only the two of them in the enclosed space.

He still held her wrist, and the warmth of his palm made her heart race.

"President, please let me go..." she whispered.

Feng Zhiye looked down at her and noticed that her face was pink and her eyelashes were fluttering.

She didn't loosen her grip; instead, she tightened it even more. That's good; shyness means she's not indifferent to him.

"I won't let go," he said.

"..."

Top floor private room.

Contrary to his usual deadpan demeanor, Feng Zhiye pressed Jiang Rangrang down on the sofa and then plopped down next to her.

Jiang Rangrang was stunned for a moment. The two of them were touching, so she moved to the side.

Then Feng Zhiye moved closer and insisted on sitting next to him.

"President, you..."

"Feng Zhiye".

He looked at her intently.

"You can call me by my name, or whatever you like."

Jiang Rangrang didn't say anything. Don't ask, she's just shy.

Feng Zhiye felt a surge of satisfaction as he looked at her shyness.

"What would you like to eat?"

The screen on the desktop lit up, and rows of menus with pictures appeared in front of you.

Jiang Rangrang glanced at them and thought they were all alright. She just didn't eat bad food, but she wasn't picky about ingredients.

"I don't know what's good to eat, you order."

Feng Zhiye overthought things, imagining that she had never eaten it before and didn't know what tasted good.

Then he felt sorry for him.

The reaction of feeling sorry for her was very direct: she ordered a large table of dishes and then started feeding her.