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

He bent down and picked Jiang Rangrang up in his arms, then paused, feeling how light she was, like a feather.

Having decided to fatten her up, I adjusted her position so she could rest comfortably on my shoulder.

"Teacher, I can take care of her."

Seeing this, Edmund had no choice but to give up. The boy was stubborn; he would help him when he couldn't handle him anymore.

"Alright then, if you get tired, just leave it to the teacher."

"Hmm." Impossible.

Edmund walked away, and Alliste said to Jiang Rangrang, looking down at him, "I brought dried meat and cheese."

He then took out a piece of jerky from his pocket and gave it to her:

"Have this to pass the time; we need to stay here a little longer."

Jiang Rangrang took the jerky and chewed on it: "Okay."

For the rest of the journey, Jiang Rangrang clung to Allister. At first, he could hold her steadily, but after a while, his arms got tired, so he moved her to his back.

He's a stubborn guy who came on his own, and he won't listen to anyone else.

Jiang Rangrang lay on his back, and he would occasionally free one hand to use magic to hit the ghost-faced bats.

For three hours straight, Jiang Rangrang's feet never touched the ground.

He disagreed when his classmates wanted to take her away, and he also disagreed when the teacher offered to help.

Even 888 is amazed, no wonder she's a yandere, her possessiveness was already so strong even in her early yandere days.

When the academy's little train came to pick him up in the afternoon, Jiang Rangrang was amazed again. As expected of a magical world, a flying little train!

Mr. Edmund stood at the door and counted the students. After making sure all the students were on board, the little train took off and returned to the academy.

Even though there were soft, plush seats in the carriage, and enough seats, Allister still put Jiang Rangrang on his lap and held her in his arms, wrapping her up tightly in his cloak, leaving only her little face exposed.

"Aren't you tired, Alister?" a classmate next to him couldn't help but ask.

Allist glanced at him: Of course he's tired! But he can't possibly hand his sister over to someone else.

Thinking about it, he tightened his arms even more.

When the flying train returned to school, it was also time for school to end, and Redmond announced the end of the school day right at the school gate.

"Young Master, what is this?"

The knight commander of the Ravenskolov family felt he had lost control of his expression. Was that a little girl in the young master's arms?

The white, gilded wrought iron carriage was magnificent and beautiful. It was traveling along a road paved with moonstone. The huge wheels rolled with almost no vibration, and the carriage was as smooth as a high-speed train.

Jiang Rangrang marveled at the wonder of magic, but was also speechless, as her feet hadn't touched the ground since she met the young male lead.

Because Allist still placed her on his lap, and she was still wrapped up like a dumpling in his cloak.

Alister didn't know why he liked her so much, but he always followed his own will; if he liked someone, he would get them.

He held the little girl's soft, thin body tightly, his chin gently resting on the top of her soft hair. His obsession with cleanliness completely failed him in front of her.

Unbeknownst to him, the emptiness that had once filled his deep blue pupils with boredom had vanished, replaced by deep concern for Jiang Rangrang.

Jiang Rangrang, who had been well-behaved and nestled quietly in his arms the whole time, did not make a fuss, her long eyelashes drooping as she drowsily fell asleep.

In Allist's eyes, it was the way she depended on him.

The driver was the knight commander of the Ravensklov family; no one could understand the shock he felt when he picked up the young master at the school gate.

A pampered, fastidious, and aloof young master picked up a dirty little orphan girl from the occupied zone! He carried her on his back and in his arms for an entire afternoon?

Honestly, he was somewhat skeptical of the truth when he heard Mr. Edmund recount everything.

What was the young master like before?

He absolutely does not tolerate anything dirty in front of him, hates anyone getting close, and if anyone accidentally touches his sleeve, he must immediately change his clothes.

Now, however, he is holding a little girl with gray hair, without showing the slightest disgust.

Oh! My god of magic!

The carriage came to a steady stop at the magnificent and solemn main gate of the castle.

The towering spires are ornate and elaborate, and the white stone walls, engraved with ancient magical patterns, provide protection and temperature control for the entire building.

Just by looking at the area occupied and the buildings, you can tell that this is a family with a rich history and profound heritage.

The knight commander respectfully lifted the carriage curtain and bowed his head: "Young master, we've arrived home."

Alliste got up, picked up Jiang Rangrang, and got out of the car.

He is already much taller than other children his age, while seven-year-old Jiang Rangrang is much shorter than other children his age; otherwise, they wouldn't be able to lift him up like this.

Jiang Rangrang was a tiny little bundle, her head just big enough to rest on his shoulder; she was very well-behaved.

The maids and guards along the way bowed their heads, and when their eyes fell on the little girl in Alister's arms, they all secretly showed surprise, but no one said a word or looked any further.

We arrived at the main castle's reception room.

The spacious hall was bright and airy, with a magnificent gilded chandelier hanging from the fifth floor, emitting a gentle, warm light.

A soft wool carpet covered the entire floor, and a faint, cool fragrance filled the air.

Sitting on the sofa was a handsome man whose age was hard to guess; he was none other than Alliste's father, Samuel Ravensklov.

The father and son share a striking resemblance; they both have the same deep blue eyes.

Samuel possessed a composure that naturally emanated from those who had long held positions of power, and his all-black attire gave him an air of authority.

However, upon hearing his son's footsteps, he looked up with a smile, only to be stunned.

His gaze immediately fell on the delicate and adorable little girl in Allister's arms.

This scene is really bizarre. His youngest son is ten years old, and then he brings home an even younger little girl.

Samuel quickly composed himself and looked at Allister with gentle eyes: "Allister, who is this little girl?"

There was no question or criticism in his tone, only pure curiosity.

Alister carried Jiang Rangrang to his father, his little face still as cold and expressionless as ever, but his tone carried a hint of barely perceptible excitement.

"Father, her name is Jiang Rangrang. She is a mixed-race child with half Chinese blood. She is from Chenxi Town, and I want her to live with us."

Samuel saw through his son's hidden emotions and immediately understood what he meant: Dawntown had been ravaged by monsters four days ago, which meant that the girl was an orphan.

A faint look of surprise appeared on his face, which quickly turned into a gentle smile.

He knew his youngest son well; he was cold-hearted by nature, had obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness, and was indifferent to everything around him.

To be honest, he suspected that his youngest son had never cared about him, his father, or his brother.

He was truly astonished that the person would willingly bring home a little girl and cherish her so much.

Samuel didn't ask any further questions, but simply nodded gently, his voice deep and resonant:

"Okay, from now on she will be the youngest child in the family, your little sister."

As soon as he finished speaking, a clear smile appeared on Allist's lips.

Some of these things stung Samuel's old father's eyes.