Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Bai Weiran spoke in a flat tone, like an elementary school teacher educating students about hygiene and safety.

From the first day he stepped into the room, he felt uneasy about the chaotic, black-hole-like space.

We had just started dating, and I was too shy to be too direct.

Now that he's sick, it's the perfect excuse to give him an excuse.

Before Xia Yanle could even utter a word, she saw the room instantly transform into a renovated old house. All the scattered data, documents, and papers on the floor and table flew into the air, swirling around her like a whirlpool of books.

"...Take a look and see how to categorize and put these."

If you just randomly compile a stack of data from a research scientist, they'll go crazy.

As Xia Yanle stared at the swirling data, he swept a finger across it. The rag, which had been drying outside the window for who knows how long, flew up on its own. He wrung it out and began cleaning inside, making all the furniture float up and leaving no corner untouched.

Bai Weiran stood in the room, thinking that all he had to do was sing a song, and it would be a perfect Disney princess musical.

Disney princesses always sing while cleaning with magic.

When my younger sister Shimo was little, she was obsessed with Disney. Her father bought her a little princess dress from Disney, and she would wear it and sing at home, waving her little magic wand to perform cleaning magic.

Of course, there is no magic in reality.

So the truth is—she was in charge of singing, and he was in charge of cleaning.

Have you ever tried washing all the dishes within the time it takes to listen to a song? Bai Weiran has.

The shortest record is one minute and twenty-eight seconds, and the dishes are clean and flawless.

There's no way around it, my little sister is just too beautiful. Who wouldn't want to spoil her?

He couldn't help but smile when he thought of his sister, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.

On Saturday, I must utterly annihilate my sister to show my brotherly prowess!

These are... siblings!

Xia Yanle took down a document, and from the blank space, he could clearly see Bai Weiran's figure in the room, waving his hands like a conductor leading an invisible orchestra.

Xia Yanle: ...?

If this extraordinary being from another world enjoys cleaning so much, could it be that he originally worked as a cleaner in that other world?

...However, he seemed to enjoy his cleaning job.

Strange person.

She sipped the slightly sweet millet porridge in her mouth.

Even though he's a rational person like me, and thinks based on data trends, why isn't he pessimistic?

Xx

I'll respond to some of the questions asked by the brothers.

First, the younger sister is a blood relative; there will be no romantic pairing. She is Bai Weiran's younger sister, and everyone's younger sister. She's cunning yet adorable, and there's no incestuous relationship involved. Second, Xia Yanle will be taken in.

Don't mention orthopedics, or I'll make a scene! Hmph! ヽ(`З')ノ

Chapter Eight: She Can Only Rely on Herself

The room was completely refreshed. Bai Weiran checked that it was almost time for her lunch break, pointed her index finger, and the curtains inside the washing machine flew out in a clump, stretching and spinning in mid-air outside the balcony. Centrifugal force caused fine water droplets to splash in all directions, and the curtains dried in a few seconds. The curtains then flew back into the room and were hung up one by one.

The pedestrians passing by only had time to feel the fine, dense moisture like spring rain before they looked up and found the sun shining brightly. They looked at each other in confusion and walked away.

As soon as the curtains were hung up, a fresh, clean lemon scent filled the room.

"Then I'll go back first, and I'll come see you again tonight. You should get some rest, and don't close the curtains. Let the sun shine on you so you can recover faster."

Bai Weiran took her temperature again to confirm that there was no problem.

Xia Yanle tilted her head and quietly watched his movements.

"You have a girlfriend... wait, I'm guessing you have a younger sister?"

"...?"

"I guessed right?" She looked at him, her face pale, and a slight smile appeared on her face as she rested her chin on the blanket.

"It's not hard to guess. You take care of her very skillfully. It's either a girlfriend or a close female relative. But if it's a girlfriend, the actions would be more intimate, so I guess it's her younger sister."

Only a younger sister can earn the utmost care and affection from her older brother without any ulterior motives.

"...It's a pity you're good at observation; you should become a scholar instead. Why don't you switch careers and become a detective? In my world, there's a primary school detective who looks like a child but is incredibly intelligent. He makes a lot of money by solving all sorts of cases."

Xia Yanle laughed. Just as Bai Weiran was about to leave, he heard Xia Yanle's phone ring.

“...Yes, Professor.”

I'll go to school tomorrow.

"The data and reports you requested, professor, are all ready. Okay, goodbye, professor."

Xia Yanle hung up the phone and noticed Bai Weiran looking at him.

"Weren't you leaving?"

"Aren't you angry?"

"…………angry?"

The professor Xia Yanle was working with treated her like a tool, plagiarizing 70% of her research results. Many of the papers published in well-known journals or breakthroughs in the field were actually Xia Yanle's achievements.

“There’s no point in getting angry with him.” Xia Yanle pulled up the covers and lay down, uninterested in the topic.

"He has no talent, so he can only plagiarize and steal my work. Moreover, the professor had told me from the beginning that he would allocate the largest portion of the funding as my compensation. I received more than other graduate students. This compensation allowed me to rent this place, a one-bedroom apartment in a high-rise building in a residential complex."

"If you don't care, why are you talking to me with your back turned?"

"...I'm tired, I want to rest."

Xia Yanle remained silent.

Xx

When Bai Weiran returned to the real world, he was met with a pile of programs waiting for him at his workstation, and everyone looked indignant.

It turned out that Luo Qi and Er Wu had gotten into a fight.

Luo Qi is the academic superstar, a planner who makes grandiose, unrealistic plans. Erwu is the undisputed "emo prince" of this research project, because this emo prince's company signature and personal introduction have always read: "I want my life to end in the summer of my 25th year."

This year is said to be the year the Little Prince turns twenty-five. At the beginning of the year, everyone started betting, and the result was that the odds were overwhelmingly in favor of the Little Prince not actually dying.

Everyone was excitedly preparing to open the box in April, only to receive a bolt from the blue.

Erwu actually retook the college entrance exam once and had a fourth year of high school. In fact, he was already over 25. Everyone's gamble was in vain.

These two have always been a headache for the project, so Bai Weiran used a strategy of leveraging their strengths to his advantage. He had Luo Qi and Erwu work together to complete a system module.

It's a castle in the air, a mere assumption, based on the belief that one's own ideas are the best without considering practical implementation.

A melancholic person who cares more about whether others see the melancholy and inner turmoil in their hard work than about doing things well. Dedicated to promoting melancholy, I am the Melancholy Prince!

The two of them could never reach a conclusion when they discussed things together, and they kept changing their minds. Eventually, the programmers got furious and rushed to Bai Weiran to ask the producer for an explanation.

This perfectly matches Bai Weiran's meaning.

Using this as an excuse, he fired Luo Qi and Erwu, transferring them to unimportant peripheral modules, and promoted two new planners to take charge. These two were quick-witted, but unfortunately, they were inexperienced and had been misled by Dong Zhengyuan before. They had been on the project for half a year and had not learned any real skills except for table matching.

This action caused a minor earthquake within the project.

When Dong Zhengyuan was around, Bai Weiran always had a Buddhist-like attitude of arguing with reason but accepting the leader's insistence. Everyone thought that Bai Weiran would be an easier leader to talk to than Dong Zhengyuan.

Bai Weiran is indeed easier to talk to—but only if you have the ability to do so.

Some old slackers were forced to tighten their skin.

If it were a newly appointed leader parachuted in, he might be able to muddy the waters and deceive people, but Bai Weiran is a seasoned veteran of the project who knows everything about it, so there's no way he can escape.

Bai Weiran held a meeting with the programmers and new planners. After the meeting, he carefully communicated with the two new planners about the things they should pay attention to next and the content of the required documents.

The process was simplified and made clear, and the two newcomers left the meeting room with beaming faces.

Mom! We've finally seen a glimmer of hope for this project!

Bai Weiran returned to his seat, crossed his arms for a while, and then took out his phone to look at it.

He wasn't looking at work-related content; he was looking at a yandere girl app.

Xia Yanle didn't lie in bed to rest properly as instructed. She got up, wearing only a loose top, her hair loosely clipped with a shark clip, and sat down at the table with a large bottle of mineral water. Her fever had subsided, but the illness still made her feel dizzy. She half-slumped on the table, her slender body buried in piles of documents, her left hand supporting her forehead, and her right hand flipping through printed papers to make final corrections.

The setting sun cast its rays, illuminating her porcelain-white feet, which slowly rose to her ankles and calves.

Bai Weiran pursed his lips, watching her movements.

...If you only think of it as a matter of getting paid to do something, a simple transaction, then what are you working so hard for?

Humans are inherently incapable of making such clear distinctions.

That's why so many people experience emotional ups and downs and lose control of themselves in jobs that they claim are "just a job."

Once you've truly invested your heart and soul into it, it's hard to calmly treat it as just a purely monetary transaction.

Moreover, Xia Yanle has a scholarly personality; she respects data, loves research, and values ​​results.

Such a person is even less likely to treat it as a mere monetary transaction.

She didn't really have a choice; she wanted to live a good life, do her beloved research, and at the same time, live a good life.

Unlike Qin Ning, who has money as a fallback plan, and unlike Mengmeng, who always has family as a fallback plan.

But Xia Yan was happy to rely on herself.

Xia Yanle's phone rang again on her screen. She made a note for tomorrow's schedule.

Bai Weiran glanced at it and put away his phone.

Chapter Nine: What do you want to do to my niece?

Xia Yanle walked into the private room of the coffee shop, a look of confusion on her face.

The professor had originally told her to meet at the school, but changed the meeting place to this coffee shop before leaving home today.

A quiet and elegant atmosphere, with private rooms available only to members.