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

To put it bluntly, elite high schools are for people with money, and they have money to burn.

They built a huge rest hall specifically for the students, even nicer than the ones in high-end bathhouses.

Jiang Rangrang chose the bird's nest bed in the corner between the tent bed and the bird's nest bed. It was very spacious, about the size of a double bed.

She nodded in satisfaction, took the bedding from the disinfection cabinet by the wall, laid it out, covered herself, and fell asleep instantly. Her breathing became even within three minutes.

She has a carefree attitude and doesn't take anything to heart. And one of the most obvious characteristics of a carefree person is that they have particularly good sleep quality.

She unconsciously rested one hand under her cheek, while the fingertips of the other hand were slightly curled and placed beside her, like a fluffy little animal, her sleeping posture soft and non-aggressive.

When Qiao Yizhou walked in, this was the adorable scene he saw: his baby was sleeping like a little angel.

But he seemed really tired; he fell asleep while answering a phone call.

He stood by the bird's nest bed and watched her for several minutes before finally confronting his desires.

He drew the blackout curtains and lay down on his side next to her. Although the light was dim, he could still see her clearly.

Since Jiang Rangrang was asleep, he no longer made a conscious effort to conceal his gaze. Those phoenix eyes, which were usually gentle and smiling, were now filled with aggression, so deep they seemed to suck people in.

He slowly moved closer, his gaze sweeping over her sleeping face inch by inch:

Slightly curled eyelashes cast a soft shadow under the eyes.

Her nose was straight and delicate, and it moved gently with her breath.

Its lips were closed, full and fleshy, looking very kissable.

Qiao Yizhou's Adam's apple bobbed.

He stretched out his large, bony hand, hovering above her cheek, and gently stroked her face.

—I really want to touch her.

I wanted to grab her chin, kiss her, and do even more outrageous things. Her voice is so beautiful; it must sound even better in those situations.

He had already imagined all sorts of things about Jiang Rangrang in his mind, but he didn't actually do anything. He just looked at her and thought about her, staring at her greedily and almost pathologically.

"Make way..." he murmured in a breathy voice, his voice filled with an intensely suppressed longing.

Meanwhile, System 888 was completely terrified in the system space, curling up into a ball with its tail tucked between its legs.

It really doesn't understand why its host would like a yandere male lead!

He looks crazy. Isn't it better to be a normal person?

Jiang Rangrang: Oh no! Normal people would expect me to be excellent, normal people would get tired of the old and crave the new, normal people wouldn't willingly take care of me, they would only complain that I'm lazy, and complain that I didn't do the housework or cook the meals properly when I was taking care of the children.

Jiang Rangrang was fast asleep, completely unaware that her system had been frightened by the male lead.

888 tucked its tail between its legs and trembled in the system space. After hesitating for a while, it still couldn't wake Jiang Rangrang up.

Let the individual bear this shock!

What if the host is so frightened by the male protagonist's perverted appearance that the mission fails? If the host fails for three consecutive worlds, he will have to be reincarnated.

This is probably what you call honey and I call poison.

At 12:50, Jiang Rangrang's alarm clock rang.

She groggily reached for her phone and pressed pause. She looked up, her gaze still somewhat unfocused, and met Qiao Yizhou's eyes, who was lying a body length away from her.

—That gave me quite a fright!

Jiang Rangrang was instantly jolted awake, as this was the first time a man had ever experienced opening his eyes like this.

Although she was startled, she maintained her composure and kept her expression on point.

She rubbed her eyes, revealing a sleepy smile typical of someone who has just woken up, and her voice was softer and sweeter:

"Class monitor!"

Qiao Yizhou's heart skipped a beat at the shout, his scalp tingled, and dopamine and adrenaline surged.

He thought...no! Even just a hug to quench his thirst?

He likes it so much… he really likes it so much…

He turned his head away with restraint, calming his rapid breathing and ignoring his racing heartbeat.

When he turned his head again, his face was once again adorned with that gentle, semi-permanent smile.

However, Jiang Rangrang could clearly see the lingering undercurrent in her eyes.

"Awake? Did you sleep well?" His voice was still gentle, but it was indeed a little hoarse.

"It's really good. It must be because I felt safe with the class monitor around that I slept so soundly."

Jiang Rangrang finished speaking very naturally, and at the same time slowly sat up, stretched, revealing a small section of her slender white waist.

Qiao Yizhou was so aroused by her that his heart, liver and lungs were trembling, and her waist was so big that he could hold it with one hand.

Before he lost control, he pulled the person away quickly from that "dangerous" bird's nest bed.

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.

The days that followed felt like they were on accelerator.

Qiao Yizhou began to invade her life more thoroughly, slowly boiling her like a frog in water.

He was considerate and tactful, giving her no chance to feel offended, and before she knew it, he had taken full responsibility for everything concerning her.

He picks up the girls from their dormitory every morning and drops them off every evening, and he arranges all three meals a day.

Jiang Rangrang also became increasingly "dependent" on him, sharing everything with him;

When startled, she would instinctively grab his sleeve and hide beside him;

I will naturally share delicious food with him.

She would also smile sweetly, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons, and say, "What would I do without the class monitor?"