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

This mission is going to be really exciting!

As soon as they arrived, 888 exclaimed.

Jiang Rangrang asked in confusion: [Tell me about it?]

The original work is titled "A Frail Educated Youth Was Carried Away by a Landlord's Son," and the content is quite exciting.

The male protagonist is a descendant of the "Five Black Categories" and the grandson of a landlord. Because he is very smart and educated, he takes over the job as the accountant at the brick kiln after the old accountant becomes incompetent.

However, none of the villagers dared to approach him; they still didn't consider the male protagonist one of their own, and they wouldn't even bring him to meetings.

The female lead is an educated youth sent to the countryside. She was born in the city but came from a family that favored sons over daughters. She and the male lead can be said to have their own tragic stories.

And so, the gloomy male protagonist and the gentle but kind female protagonist met in the village.

[Then the male lead forces himself on the female lead? Normal, normal, I'm used to it.]

Jiang Rangrang chimed in, completely unconcerned. She already had the upper hand in dealing with yanderes.

[This male protagonist is practically insane. In this era, there's a crime of hooliganism, which isn't just a matter of a few years in jail.]

888 is debating whether to tell him in advance that the male lead is capable of forcing and imprisoning people and seems to disregard his own life.

[It's okay. If I don't provoke him, he's a loyal dog; if I deliberately provoke him, he's a mad dog. I'm not stupid. Why would I provoke him for no reason?]

Jiang Rangrang was unaware that her current optimistic attitude was destined to be proven wrong.

Because if yandere characters are ranked, the first few are bronze, while this one is gold.

In the original story, the female protagonist's family didn't prepare anything for her; she went to the countryside with a pile of junk.

But she was different; her space was fully stocked.

Moreover, she bought everything in plain print without any pictures or labels, thinking it would look clean and high-end. Now she feels really smart.

If it includes a picture, it's not easy to take it out.

"Those going to Qingshan Brigade, gather here."

A rough yet loud local accent rang out, and the person sounded very energetic.

Jiang Rangrang looked over upon hearing the sound.

The man who shouted was in his early forties, with dark skin from years of not using sunscreen, and a faded dark blue coarse cloth jacket with worn-out edges.

He is Zhao Weiguo, the deputy captain of the Qingshan Brigade. He is a rigid, pragmatic, and impartial person. He is not a bad person, but he is cautious and prudent throughout his life.

The worst thing is to get involved with people of "bad class background." She looks down on the male lead; he's the female supporting character's father.

Jiang Rangrang was surprised. It seemed she would have to take a good look at the original novel when she had time, since there was also a female supporting character.

[Okay.]

Parked at Zhao Weiguo's feet was the team's only ox-drawn cart, its wooden frame worn smooth and shiny, clearly a long time old.

Jiang Rangrang calmly picked up two heavy-looking, plain dark canvas duffel bags from beside her and walked over.

This was her luggage that she had just secretly switched. Inside were two sets of flannel four-piece bedding sets. It looked quite full, but it was actually quite light.

Several other people were also heading in this direction. There were a total of five educated youths assigned to Qingshan Brigade in this batch, three men and two women.

Besides Jiang Rangrang, the other female educated youth was a short-haired girl who looked timid.

The girl was wearing a faded blue cotton jacket, carrying a heavy bedding roll on her back. She nervously gripped the hem of her clothes with both hands, her brows and eyes full of unease and anxiety upon arriving in a foreign land.

Jiang Rangrang silently clicked his tongue in his mind! They're a carbon copy.

Since someone is timid and weak, she has to stand up for herself, otherwise the two of them, who are newcomers, will be bullied by the older educated youth.

In any case, in the period novels she had read before, the educated youth settlements were always places of trouble.

The remaining three male educated youths all looked quite young, probably no more than twenty years old. They were fair-skinned and clean-cut, quite different from the rural people.

As soon as they stood still, their eyes instinctively fell on Jiang Rangrang.

In this era, everyone is natural, so the beauties are absolutely genuine.

The platform was not clean, and it was dusty everywhere. It gave the impression that everyone around was covered in dust and looked plain and old, except for Jiang Rangrang, who was bright and cheerful.

She has exquisite features, a bright and cheerful demeanor, and incredibly fair and delicate skin. Even in the simplest white shirt and black pants, she stands out in a crowd.

The three male educated youths all secretly showed surprise in their eyes, but they didn't dare to look at her for too long.

But they all straightened their backs without making a sound, restrained their casual posture, and subconsciously wanted to leave a respectable impression in front of this particularly beautiful female educated youth.

"Say something when someone's name is called."

Zhao Weiguo took out a crumpled paper list and, without any intention of socializing, read the names word by word.

"Li Juan".

The short-haired female educated youth immediately responded in a low voice, "Here."

"Zhou Mingyu, Chen Feng, Wang Hao."

The three male educated youths answered in turn, their voices clear and bright.

Finally, Zhao Weiguo's gaze fell on the end of the list. He paused for a moment, wondering what this name was.

"Jiang Rangrang."

"arrive."

The girl's voice was soft, sweet, and everyone looked at her again.

Jiang Rangrang: "..."

What do you mean? Why are you looking at her? She was born with this voice, she didn't use any vocal cords.

Zhao Weiguo put away the roster, his face stern and unsmiling, and solemnly instructed:

"Now that you've come to Qingshan Brigade, just work hard from now on. There aren't many rules in the brigade. Just work honestly to earn work points, don't gossip or cause trouble, and live an honest life. No one will make things difficult for you."

These words were both advice and well-intentioned.

He had seen too many ambitious and restless urban educated youth end up losing both their dignity and their reputation.

"Put all your luggage in the car. The road is bumpy. You guys follow the car. It's not far. It'll only take half an hour to get to the village."

Their village is close to the county seat.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Weiguo led the docile old ox away.

The group followed the oxcart toward the place where they would likely live for a long time.

Seventy-five years have passed, and these educated youth who were sent to the countryside now know that going to the countryside is not a good thing.

They were filled with anxiety about where they would live in the future, and they didn't even have time to look at the beautiful women.

The weather in mid-June was already a bit hot. The sun made the dirt road scorching hot, and the roadside weeds grew lush and green. When the wind blew, the green waves looked quite beautiful.

Jiang Rangrang looked around, taking in everything that was unfamiliar to her.

First of all, it was a completely unpaved road, a dirt road, without even a speck of stone, let alone an asphalt road.

The road was lined with crops on both sides, with no buildings in sight.

The dirt road underfoot was slightly hot from the midday sun, soft and loose to the touch, and carried a dry, earthy smell.

Occasionally, you can see small patches of wildflowers by the roadside, which are quite pretty, possessing a unique, irregular beauty characteristic of nature.

The sky was a clear, bright blue, and the clouds were so white they were without a trace of impurity, drifting by in what modern people call cartoon clouds.

As she walked, she subtly observed this era that was completely unfamiliar to her.

The countryside in the 1970s, 1975.

There was no urban hustle and bustle, only the rustling of the wind through the fields and the regular creaking of the oxcart.

There's a primal feeling to it; it's hard for people to feel pressured in a place like this, right?

I can somewhat understand why some people are so determined to return to their village and grow vegetables in their small courtyards.