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

She found the feeling of being surrounded by dirt very uncomfortable, since in ancient times she lived in a large courtyard with stone slabs paving the floor inside and outside the house.

The ground here is a hard, compacted mud floor, swept clean. There are two large kang beds, one against the south wall and one against the north wall.

The walls beside the kang (heated brick bed) have a faint yellowish tinge from years of smoke and fire, exuding a sense of everyday life.

The overall environment wasn't great, but it wasn't bad either. It was probably cleaner than the average rural family at that time, since they were all girls and there wasn't much clutter.

After surveying the surrounding area, Jiang Rangrang had a general idea of ​​what was going on, and then turned to look at Lin Wanqiu.

She is speaking:

"In the summer, we would sleep on two kang beds, and the girls would spread out a bit so we could huddle together to keep warm. In the winter, we would squeeze onto one kang bed to save firewood and keep warm."

Li Juan nodded in agreement, her voice like a steamed bun.

"Chief, could you please tell me who holds the highest position in our village? I have something I'd like to consult with them about."

Lin Wanqiu thought for a moment upon hearing this and replied, "The person in charge of the village is the brigade leader, Zhang Laogen. The brigade headquarters is in those brick houses over there. You can find it when you get there."

Thank you.

Jiang Rangrang thanked them, put his things against the wall, and without further delay, turned around and left the educated youth settlement, heading straight for the front row of the brigade headquarters.

It only took two minutes to walk along the hard, dry dirt road to reach that row of conspicuous brick houses.

The courtyard gate was open, and the courtyard was quiet, except for the sound of an abacus clicking away from one of the rooms.

Jiang Rangrang went inside and saw an old man sitting there.

"Excuse me, sir," Jiang Rangrang said politely.

The custodian looked up, squinted at her for a moment, and seeing that she was an unfamiliar girl, put down his abacus and replied:

"What's up?"

"I'm a new educated youth who came here. I'd like to find the brigade leader. Where is he?"

"Oh, the brigade leader just left; he went to work at the brick kiln."

The old man pointed in the direction outside the village: "Just keep walking along this road, and you'll see the brick kiln from afar. It's easy to find."

"Thank you for your help." Jiang Rangrang nodded his thanks and turned to walk out of the village.

The brick kiln is indeed some distance from the village, but it can be seen clearly from the village entrance.

Several earthen kiln mounds stood there, their dark brown walls glistening with smoke from the fire, and wisps of pale gray smoke drifted intermittently from their tall chimneys.

The kiln was surrounded by neatly stacked adobe bricks and freshly fired blue bricks. The ground was compacted by the footsteps of passersby, and covered with broken brick fragments and black ash.

Jiang Rangrang turned into the courtyard of the brick kiln along the dirt road. As soon as he stepped inside, several sarcastic and malicious voices came from behind him.

But she didn't even glance at the two gossiping people; her gaze was drawn to the slender and upright figure that, even while seated, exuded elegance.

[Host, the one sitting there is the male lead.] 888 reminds you.

Jiang Rangrang nodded and looked over.

There was a large weeping willow tree by the edge of the courtyard, and under it was an old wooden table, where a very fair-skinned young man sat.

He was very tall, with a strong youthful air about him. He was slender, wearing a faded coarse cloth shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing a section of pale forearm.

Her black hair fell casually over her forehead, and most of her face was hidden in shadow, revealing a clear jawline.

At this moment, he lowered his head, holding a pencil between his fingers, and occasionally wrote a stroke on his notebook.

He acted as if those two people weren't talking about him, showing no reaction whatsoever to the malicious words of others.

Two young men working at the brick kiln stood beside the table, looking nonchalant and speaking without any restraint.

"Hey, isn't this the landlord's son? He's really lucky to have gotten an accountant job."

One of them sneered, looking the boy up and down, his tone dripping with sarcasm:

"What's the use of having a job? You're nineteen, aren't you? With his family background, what girl would dare to give you a second glance?"

I'm afraid I'll never get married in this lifetime~

The two exchanged sharp and sarcastic remarks, which Jiang Rangrang immediately understood: they were filled with envy and jealousy.

Men's jealousy is terrifying. The male lead has a bad family background, but he is tall and handsome, good at studying, and can work as an accountant.

This is what they resent. They don't hate him; they envy him, hate that they are inferior to him in every way except for their family background, and would even take the opportunity to harm him.

We must face up to men's jealousy.

Be wary of a man's jealousy.

No matter what the two people said, the boy at the table never raised his head, not even raising an eyebrow, as if he hadn't heard a thing.

Jiang Rangrang frowned slightly, then walked straight forward and asked the boy at the table:

"Excuse me, do you know where the battalion commander is?"

A sweet and soft female voice rang in their ears, and the two young men who were chatting and laughing subconsciously shut their mouths and turned their heads to look at them.

When their gazes fell on Jiang Rangrang's face, both of them were stunned, their eyes flashing with amazement, and they subconsciously restrained their carefree attitude.

But Jiang Rangrang's gaze remained fixed on the silent people, not sparing them a single glance.

The boy, who had remained motionless, suddenly paused, his pen poised.

He slowly raised his head.

Jiang Rangrang: ...

[It seems the vocabulary for describing handsome men is really insufficient; they all look so alike, it really gives me the feeling that I've only dated one. How am I supposed to accept it if some of the male leads change their appearance in the future?]

888 Analysis: [This is probably not a coincidence; it's likely that all male protagonists use the same template.]

Jiang Rangrang wholeheartedly agreed. This little Heavenly Dao is too lazy; it doesn't even bother to properly generate. She wanted to report it, hahaha…

The moment Shen You saw her, his narrow pupils contracted slightly, and his dark eyes seemed to be struck by a sudden burst of warm light, stirring up a tidal wave in his heart.

A strange girl stood before him, her bright eyes and fair skin contrasting sharply with the dusty brick kiln.

He lived for nineteen years and knew from childhood that he was different from others.

His family depended on each other for survival, but later his father, who had also depended on him for survival, died, leaving him all alone.

Before his death, his father told him to be patient, to live well, and to grow up well, because things wouldn't always be like this.

He remembered it, so from then on he no longer cared about other people's disdain, exclusion, and insults.

He was used to cold, disdainful, and evasive gazes; no one dared to speak to him in a gentle tone or with a kind attitude.

My heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly by something, both numb and itchy.

His gaze lingered uncontrollably on her delicate eyebrows and soft profile, but his expression seemed to merely focus on recognizing who was speaking to him.

But deep in his eyes lay a burning desire and covetousness.

Jiang Rangrang saw through it, but remained calm as ever.

He felt a surge of unfamiliar emotions coursing through his entire being, even his soul. He knew something was wrong with him, and she was different.

Such a clean and beautiful person is truly admirable...

He suppressed the surging emotions in his eyes, but his voice, which he rarely spoke, became hoarse and low.

He pointed towards the depths of the kiln site and uttered two words: "Over there."