Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Especially since he works in an industry where it's generally accepted that people over thirty are at risk of significant hair loss.

It's said that if someone in the gaming industry doesn't go bald after thirty, it's either because they have exceptionally good genes or because they're not overworked.

When Bai Weiran was a newcomer, the most common conversations he overheard from his seniors were about which shampoo could prevent hair loss, which hair transplant clinic was good, and which packages were cheap.

The total cost of my clothes, shoes, and bag was less than 600 yuan, but the hair transplant cost 70,000 yuan.

So the total price for the whole outfit is 76,000 yuan.

This is not a joke; it is a true story of blood and tears in the industry.

So he has started using the anti-hair loss shampoo recommended by his seniors.

"I thought special humans like you didn't have to work overtime." Xia Yanle smiled, her expression reserved, gentle, and somewhat quiet.

"No, in this world, all living beings are equal, including animals and humans."

Xia Yanle felt an indescribable sense of joy.

There was no life-or-death struggle, no bloodshed; the masked man's methods were even somewhat—naive.

His conclusion was: "I am not God, not a judge, not an executioner. I cannot decide his life or death, nor can I judge his crimes myself, but that does not prevent me from letting him know that there are always evil people in this world to torment him."

Bai Weiran even suggested that she not set herself on fire, but instead take a pair of clippers and cut a slit in Qin Yun's hair, so that this melancholy and cowardly junior would die.

Xia Yanle laughed again.

"Based on your calculations, does that mean I can only date the world's top billionaires?"

They strolled along the street. Because she wasn't fully recovered, Xia Yanle walked slowly, and Bai Weiran kept up with her. The street seemed to be hosting an event, with various food stalls and food carts lining both sides, filling the air with enticing aromas.

"Oh ho, I didn't say that."

"I'm just tailoring my approach to different people. For those who value material conditions, I talk to them about material things, but they'll get trapped by the rules they value. You see, this professor gets all worked up as soon as we talk about values."

"You become a better person not so that you can choose someone with better prospects in terms of societal perception. That would be pathetic, because your efforts would only be to match someone better, and you would still be using others as a yardstick to measure your own worth."

"Our efforts are to understand ourselves and gain more freedom of choice. Burning Qin Yun to death and committing suicide together is just one option, not the only one," Bai Weiran reminded.

Why don't you look at the possibilities of other options?

He stood in front of an ice cream stand and extended his hand without changing his expression.

"Two scoops of ice cream, one scoop of caramel walnut, and one scoop of bubblegum flavor, please."

Xia Yanle was still pondering Bai Weiran's words when he was beckoned over by him.

"Pay up quickly," he said confidently.

Xia Yanle slowly typed out a question mark.

"I have no money." Bai Weiran took the ice cream calmly.

He wasn't working in this world, nor did he intend to exchange points for money, so it's reasonable for Xia Yanle to pay, right?

Xia Yanle: ...

They are truly unpredictable.

"I just saved you, so two scoops of ice cream aren't too much, are they?" Bai Weiran said confidently while eating his ice cream.

Holy crap, this is really sweet, so refreshing! It's perfect for someone like me who's been overusing their brain lately.

"You think you're losing out by trading your actions for two scoops of ice cream?" Xia Yanle retorted, her gentle tone tinged with a sly, probing gaze.

"After all, when a hero saves a damsel in distress, he's after the beauty, not the ice cream."

Once a favor has been repaid, it can be easily forgotten.

"...No, I think ice cream is enough. Like I said, I have the right to choose. I just want ice cream, and you don't need to worry about it. My own sister is in college, but the thought of her encountering such scum—that would only make me more ruthless."

"...How ruthless?"

"I might think of electrocuting him, or making him crawl five hundred meters through thorns." But it's also possible that before he does anything, Shimo will have already electrocuted him to death. All he has to do is help his sister commit the perfect crime.

Sigh, my brother has had it so tough—

"…………"

The weather was hot, and the ice cream melted very quickly. Because he couldn't keep up with everything else, Bai Weiran had to concentrate on eating it.

"Mr. Wei Ran".

"……Um……?"

"Are you a siscon?"

Bai Weiran jumped three feet high like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"...I'm not a siscon!"

Although everyone has said he's a sister-obsessed brother since he was a child, he really isn't.

"You're a siscon." The question was completely omitted.

Bai Weiran, with a sweet and icy ice cream in her mouth, glared fiercely at Xia Yanle. Despite the sunlight, her deep black eyes sparkled with a clear blue. When their eyes met, they both paused and looked away.

Xia Yanle recovered quickly and was perfectly fine by Friday.

Bai Weiran, on the other hand, did the opposite.

When the weekend arrived, he failed to log on on time for the appointment.

He lay in bed with his phone on speakerphone next to his pillow, reaching for the water bottle on the bedside table.

"Shimo, I have a cold and can't be with you today. Let's meet another day... cough cough..."

Xx

Brother Weiran is sick, so who should come to visit him? (No prize for guessing)

(I) Ningning!

(II) The Prodigal Son of the Kim Family

(iii) I don't care who you are, I'm going to start making a scene.

(=?ω?)ノ

Chapter Twelve: Could something bad be about to happen?

Viruses cannot spread across parallel worlds.

Bai Weiran was just tired, and the change in weather caused him to catch a cold from his colleagues.

After his promotion, he had a lot to do. The new numerical design team hadn't been implemented yet, and he was handling the numerical work alone while also considering the overall planning of the project. He had just promoted two new people to fill the module gaps for Luo Qi and Er Wu. The new people needed time to be taught, and he had also been taking care of Xia Yanle, who was sick, these past few days.

It could be said that multiple things were burning up, and by Friday night the illness started, and Saturday morning the body ached all over and the patient couldn't get out of bed.

"Brother, are you alright? Do you need to see a doctor?" Bai Shimo's voice was sweet and crisp, reminiscent of a newly ripened peach in early summer, sweet and crunchy when you take a bite.

Bai Weiran's furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

"It's nothing, just a cold. I'll take some cold medicine and get some sleep. It's just that I can't be with you today."

"It's okay, we can play games anytime. I only have one brother."

Bai Weiran responded with an "oh," a hint of emotion in her voice.

"Brother, our family is just an ordinary middle-class family. We hope you will become successful, and now we are counting on you. You must not get sick. You must live a healthy life to eighty years old and lay a foundation that will save me thirty years of hard work. This is my lifelong request, sob sob sob..."

"Brother, don't you think you should pave a bright future for me?"

Bai Weiran: …………

He knew that this little devil would always try to be polite first, then resort to force.

But there's nothing I can do; that's how my younger sister is. Even though she's making a scene, I can't get angry; I just want to pamper her.

The debt owed to a younger sister is probably etched into her genes even before she was born.

He coughed twice and responded with a smile.

"Alright, your brother will try to recover as soon as possible. Next year, I'll become CEO and marry a rich and beautiful woman. The year after that, I'll start my own studio. The year after that, I'll launch a blockbuster, phenomenal project and challenge a monthly revenue of 1 billion. My goal is... not only to make my sister's life smooth sailing, but also to let everyone know that you've bought up all the 1982 Lafite in our city."

Bai Shimo chuckled twice.

"He can still joke around, so he's obviously in good spirits, which puts my mind at ease."

She gave a few instructions, then hung up the phone. Bai Shimo sat on the bed, pursed her lips, and looked down at the girl sitting on the edge of the bed, playing a game with a controller. The character on the screen moved through the enemy ranks as if they were nothing, her skills were superb, and the monsters couldn't even touch her.

She stared intently at the screen with her large, jewel-like red eyes.

Her shoulder-length white hair had grown a little longer and now hung softly over her shoulders.

Bai Shimo watched quietly until she quickly cleared the game again. The little girl turned around, looking puzzled.

"There's nothing I can do, my silly brother is sick." Bai Shimo waved her phone at her.

"Oh……"

"I originally wanted you to play online with him, to see him scream and cry as you beat him, so I could avenge myself for the long-standing grudge!" Bai Shimo sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching out to scoop up the girl's white hair. It was fine and soft in her hand, but upon closer inspection, it was slightly tangled and rough.

The little girl watched her movements, then obediently moved closer, leaning against Bai Shimo's legs like a spoiled kitten, and even reached out her hand, wanting Bai Shimo to hold it.

“It’s okay,” she said.

"No matter who he is... he can't beat me..."

"Because I am...a gaming genius..."

Bai Shimo had heard this sentence several times already.

She once thought it was just some cringeworthy remark from a runaway internet addict.

Unexpectedly, it was true. Give her any game, and she can figure out all the mechanics and operations within twenty to thirty minutes, playing smoothly and effortlessly from the start.

"Yes, that's right, you're great!" she comforted. The little girl looked up, smiled at her, and then leaned against her again, half-closing her eyes and singing softly.

"...The big rabbit got sick, the second rabbit went to see him, the third rabbit bought medicine, the fourth rabbit brewed it, and the fifth rabbit died—the fifth rabbit died and never came back..."

Bai Shimo stroked her hair, frowning in thought.

A loli girl of unknown origin who suddenly appeared on the street, so exquisitely beautiful that she didn't seem real.

The girl only remembered that her name was Yu Mengmeng, but she had forgotten where she came from, her parents' names, where she lived, and how old she was. However, she seemed to recognize herself and could call out her surname, but not her given name. She could only say "I found you" over and over again.