Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

She walked downstairs to Building 14 where Qin Yun lived, only to find someone waiting for her there for a long time.

"The osmanthus flowers in this neighborhood are blooming exceptionally well." Bai Weiran stood up, patted the osmanthus blossoms that had fallen on his lap and shoulders, and chatted with her casually in the tone of an old friend.

Did you notice anything before you came in?

"…………You're here again?" Xia Yanle tilted her head, her tone a mix of reproach and helplessness.

“Your little room can’t contain me,” she said.

"Just leave me alone and let me do what I want to do, okay?"

Bai Weiran elegantly spread his hands.

"Okay, of course, no problem."

Xia Yanle was about to walk past him into the building when Bai Weiran calmly said something as she passed him.

"But the person you're looking for is no longer in this building."

"…………!?"

Bai Weiran added an explanation.

"...I locked him up."

"Yes, you're locked in the room that was originally intended to be used to lock you up."

He himself never expected things to come to this.

They ended up locking up the scumbag instead.

But this was the optimal solution he devised after understanding the whole story.

Xia Yanle possesses some extraordinary abilities, though not as powerful as those granted by her system.

She can use this ability to escape the room she created.

Of course, he could also lock her up by reinforcing the room, but that would increase the daily energy consumption exponentially. Bai Weiran did the math in his mind and decisively gave up the idea.

He needs to conserve his energy during S-level missions to deal with more unexpected situations, whether it's Xia Yanle, or—Mengmeng who might be here.

If Xia Yanle can't be contained, then Qin Yun's life will be in grave danger.

He only wanted the other person to take the medicine made by Yang Wei, not to kill him.

Allowing his target to commit murder was, in any case, a transgression of his bottom line.

Protecting a yandere means protecting her from being hurt by others, and also preventing her from hurting others.

Here's the interesting part: if Xia Yanle can't be locked up, can that scumbag with no special abilities really not be locked up?

Bai Weiran swiftly seized Qin Yun's house and locked him in a small, dark room.

Xia Yanle can escape the room, but she cannot find a way to the dimensional dark room from this world.

In the darkness, the girl's eyes gleamed with a cold, desolate blue light, like a lone wolf in the desert, and her tone turned somber.

"...What exactly do you want?"

"I didn't plan anything," Bai Weiran said casually.

"I hope you can live a good life for a while, Miss Xia. You wouldn't want your dear junior to suffer, would you?"

Xia Yanle stared at him, bit her lip, and spat out that classic line with resentment.

"You devil, you are a devil."

Bai Weiran: Ah! That feels good, mission accomplished.

**

I'm a tiny bit late today, oh dear (ToT)

You can drive me crazy!

Chapter Four: The Invitation to Play Games

Bai Weiran only glanced at his phone after finishing the meeting and found that his sister, Bai Shimo, had sent him a message.

[Momo is not Maimai: Brother, it's been so long since I played games, shall we play some?]

Bai Weiran was somewhat surprised.

As a game designer and veteran gamer, he can easily achieve a 666 score in most games, but his younger sister is completely talentless in this regard—she is not good at any game, but she is very good at feeding kills.

She was good at games and loved to play. During her high school holidays, Wu Ji would team up with her to play games, and she would curiously join in. In games like Eating Goose, this cute little girl would choose the biggest and most burly black character, but because she was a professional feeder, she was often scolded by her teammates.

This is where the charm of a cute little girl mixed in with a predominantly male-dominated game becomes apparent.

As soon as she apologizes, the other person's tone instantly changes from: "How many keys does your mom have made—" to "It's okay, little sister, fly high, brother will always be with you."

Then the entire audience became her guardian warriors.

Bai Weiran and Wu Ji's reaction at this moment was that they would jump directly to the other side in the next round and fiercely attack the thin veil.

A pro gamer asking you to carry a girl?

nonexistent.

At least not in the combination punches of Bai Weiran and Wu Ji.

They were ruthless and determined victory by strength, directly crushing the guardian knight to pieces, and Shimo was also killed with a single shot.

Wu Ji even photoshopped a picture to mock the Bai siblings. The picture was a movie reference: a man holding a gun to another man's head, and the person being pointed at had Bai Shimo's face photoshopped on, making him look pitiful.

Brother, I'm a terrible player, but give me a chance. I want to become a pro.

The person holding the gun was photoshopped to be Bai Weiran, pointing at the other person with a cold tone.

Sister, in this world, being bad is the original sin. Don't forgive yourself for feeding a Biss.

Every time, Wu Ji would deliberately let Bai Shimo go, but Bai Weiran would not hesitate and would end the game with a single shot, killing his opponent's sister.

Wu Ji also joked that it was fortunate that we lived in a peaceful era, without those melodramatic historical dramas, otherwise this brother and sister would be the kind of supporting characters who were separated and adopted by an enemy country and then fell in love and killed each other, making people suffer to death.

Bai Shimo herself was indifferent, unlike some girls who were emotional and would throw tantrums and be coaxed even when they were less skilled. She was quite happy, and every time she finished beating the three of them and went to drink milk tea, Bai Weiran would voluntarily use his own allowance to pay for his sister's drinks.

There's a rather interesting pattern: most Guardian Knights are—a bit skilled, but also have a terrible temper.

Later, Bai Shimo went to high school and became increasingly busy. Her real-life life was fulfilling, so she stopped playing games.

Now you suddenly want to play again?

[Bai Weiran: Why did you suddenly decide to play games?]

[MoMo is not Maimai: I recently saw a video recommended by a content creator, it looks pretty fun.]

She sent a link to Bai Weiran.

It's a multiplayer online shooting game, a flagship title from Nintendo. Players take on the role of the protagonist, Ink Spirit, who can switch between human and squid forms, spray ink with guns or brush-like weapons, and swim in the paint as a squid.

The player who can cover a larger area of ​​the ground with ink spray wins.

Since his younger sister rarely took the initiative to ask, Bai Weiran naturally wouldn't refuse.

[Bai Weiran: Okay, but I'm only free during the day this Saturday. Is that available to you?]

[MoMo is not Maimai: ...? What? It's only Monday, brother, and your schedule is already packed until Saturday night? Seriously? Your company is starting to make us work overtime like crazy again?]

Bai Weiran described it casually.

[Bai Weiran: I recently got a promotion, so I've been quite busy.]

As the producer, I've spent the last week or two reorganizing things within the project, stabilizing the current colleagues, replanning the existing game modules, discussing with Han Xin, and proposing to the company to add more staff.

Surprisingly, after learning that Bai Weiran had taken office, the art director, Chongzi, took the initiative to transfer one of the two original artists originally assigned to their group back and replaced them with a senior artist.

Dong Zhengyuan had been complaining to Chongzi about the art concept art for his project, but Chongzi remained unmoved. When Bai Weiran arrived, she took the initiative to replace him—which was a slap in the face to Dong Zhengyuan.

[Momo is not Maimai: Then let's do it this weekend! Saturday morning at 10 AM!]

[Bai Weiran: ...You didn't go out on Saturday morning?]

His sister has been very busy since she went to university; she's always running around doing activities.

【Momo is not Maimai: (*￣?￣*) It's okay, no problem.】

[Momo is not Maimai: Remember to log in on time and add me as a friend! My friend ID is—]

Bai Weiran: Okay

He thought the conversation was over, but his sister sent another message half a minute later.

【MoMo is not Maimai: Bro, I advise you not to underestimate me this time (((o(*?▽?*)o)))】

…………?

Is she that confident?

It's okay. A good older brother's job is to curb his younger sister's overconfidence.

It's been too long since your pro gamer brother shot you in the head and gamed you out. Are you itching for a beating?

Xx

Bai Weiran knocked lightly on the door twice, then walked through the unanswered door and into Xia Yanle's room.

"good evening."

It was already evening, but inside, it was always dark and indistinguishable from daytime.

All the curtains were drawn, and only the lamp on the desk was on. Xia Yanle lay on the table covered with documents and data, fast asleep with her eyes closed. She was wearing a loose, all-black top that completely covered her beautiful curves. Bai Weiran looked at her and felt that the clothes and the room were like two huge black holes, one surrounding her and the other eroding her.

The floor was covered with data and documents, and not a single table was clean; they were all piled with things. Fortunately, Bai Weiran, who could float, wasn't bothered. He leisurely floated over with his bag. Xia Yanle smelled the aroma of chicken soup and woke up groggily.

Have you eaten today?

"……without."

"I brought you food, get up and eat something?"

Xia Yanle has always lived alone.

After her parents divorced, her mother took her back to her parents' home. Her mother passed away not long after, and her father did not come to pick her up. She was then adopted by her aunt and lived a life of dependence for a long time. She passed the grade skipping test in junior high school. She herself did not have much of an opinion about skipping grades, but the school was happy to accept a genius.

When choosing her high school, university, and graduate school, she did not follow her personal interests, nor did she consider the school's faculty or rankings.