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

To outsiders, they were already a couple, and seeing how serious and considerate Qiao Yizhou was, no one said anything bad behind their backs anymore.

Zhang Hao, who enjoys playing emotional games, suddenly realized something was wrong.

After they got engaged, his fiancée would often message him, sharing her life and occasionally inviting him to eat at the cafeteria together.

How come it feels like it's been so long since I've seen her? He opened his phone and saw that their last chat on WeChat was a week ago. He had said he would bring her some dessert, and she had replied that she didn't need it.

Zhang Hao frowned and sent her a message. One minute later... ten minutes later... one hour later...

After school —

Lin Pinting: What's wrong? I just saw it.

Zhang Hao paused for a moment. He was fine and wanted to ask her what she had been busy with lately.

Zhang Hao: It's okay.

Lin Pingting turned off the screen with a blank expression.

Since this is his choice, she respects him, but he shouldn't expect her to be a virtuous wife and loving mother waiting for him to come home.

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.

In mid-October, the school held its autumn sports meet, which was also the last sports meet they would participate in during their high school years.

Jiang Rangrang, an athlete completely incompatible with sports, seamlessly joined the logistics team. As long as she wasn't asked to run, jump, or compete with others, she was willing to deliver water to everyone.

Qiao Yizhou was the student representative in charge of the sports meet. He had a work badge on his chest and a walkie-talkie in his hand, and he looked quite busy.

The logistics team's work also varied in difficulty. Jiang Rangrang was assigned to the water station near the podium, a job so simple that it was unnecessary to assign someone there.

She sat under a parasol, with boxes of bottled water behind her. Anyone who wanted a drink could take it, and she could hand it to them if she wanted.

She was sitting in a folding chair, happily scrolling through short videos.

A boy ran over to get water, stood there drinking, and started talking to her.

"Are you Jiang Rangrang?"

A tall, puppy-faced boy asked her with a smile, holding a bottle of sports drink in his hand.

Jiang Rangrang looked up and glanced around unconsciously, immediately spotting Qiao Yizhou not far away.

He wore a clean school uniform jacket, stood tall and straight, and the wisps of hair on his forehead were gently blown by the autumn breeze. His eyebrows and eyes were delicate and refined, and he was gentle and elegant.

He always seemed to have that gentle demeanor and composed manner.

He was holding a notebook, and a school leader was beside him; the two were talking about something.

Jiang Rangrang could tell that although he seemed to be having a social conversation, his gaze kept casually sweeping over the water station, his eyes fixed on her and the boy.

She glanced at it once, then immediately looked away, exclaiming in surprise, "Excuse me, how do you know my name?"

"My friend said he's a big fan of your looks, and that you're the prettiest girl in the whole school."

Jiang Rangrang chuckled: "Thank you, and thank you to your friend as well."

"No, no, I'll go now." The boy scratched his head and ran away a little embarrassed.

Jiang Rangrang lowered her head and continued scrolling through her phone, but a subtle smile crept onto her lips.

—Qiao Yizhou, how long can you hold out?

She is like a chess player hiding in the shadows, seemingly passive, but actually controlling every move.

Because she's a yandere pretending to be a normal person, she has nothing to be afraid of.

If it's a yandere who's no longer pretending, then she'll be... even more excited!!

"Excuse me, do you know that person?"

Qiao Yizhou walked over and asked casually.

Jiang Rangrang immediately smiled and said, "Class monitor, are you done with your work? I don't know him. He just complimented me on my looks."

Qiao Yizhou: !!! He knew there would always be someone eyeing his baby!

His semi-permanent smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly regained control of his expression.

"He has good taste, and I also think you're beautiful."

Jiang Rangrang smiled sweetly at first, then asked hesitantly, "Class monitor, do you think I'm being vain by liking people praise me so much?"

Qiao Yizhou became alert. How could her baby have such thoughts? Who told her what?

However, the most urgent task is to comfort her baby.

"Make way, true vanity is deliberate pretense, empty boasting, and demanding things from others."

You simply appreciate genuine affirmation; it's self-affirmation, a pure and endearing act, completely unrelated to vanity.

Jiang Rangrang exclaimed, "Listen to this! Listen to what he said! Who would have thought that someone with such upright values ​​and such righteous words would be a possessive yandere with an abnormally strong desire for possession?"

"Thank you, class monitor. Actually, I love hearing you praise me the most."

"Hehe, I'll praise you often from now on," Qiao Yizhou readily agreed.

The sports meet was actually quite boring, especially for someone like her who couldn't win honors for the class.

The autumn sunset painted the playground a stunning orange-red, and the sports meet had come to an end, with the noisy crowd slowly dispersing.

The figures of students packing up their equipment moved back and forth, and the playground gradually quieted down. A gentle breeze carrying the fragrance of flowers blew by, carrying away the heat and noise of the day.

After a busy day, Qiao Yizhou finally had a chance to be alone with Jiang Rangrang, instead of having to squeeze in a conversation whenever possible.

"How are you planning to spend your holiday?"

Jiang Rangrang came up with an idea on a whim: "Let's go to the beach! The crystal-clear sea in Qingzhou is really beautiful. Class monitor, do you want to come along?"