Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Bai Weiran stood up as he finished speaking.

"We have to get to work; if we rest any longer, we won't be able to finish!"

Qin Ning has never swept the floor in her life.

But it wasn't difficult. She started pouting, but after sweeping, she became serious. When she came to her senses and saw that the ground was spotless, she felt a sense of accomplishment. She turned her head and wanted to compare with Bai Weiran, only to find that Bai Weiran had already swept more than three times the area she had swept.

She was utterly astonished.

"...Why are you so skilled at this?"

Bai Weiran, holding the broom, continued sweeping without stopping, and replied briskly, "Oh, this! I did this for a while before."

He had a period of unemployment and tried all sorts of part-time jobs to earn money.

To be honest, it was quite fun, and many of the game ideas I have now come from that experience.

“Sweeping fallen leaves is great. It’s good exercise, and unlike heavy manual labor, it doesn’t cause long-term damage to the body. Plus, you can earn money.”

"Do you know why we sweep fallen leaves? Besides making the environment cleaner, the accumulated leaves will gradually dry and break into small pieces, which will drift into the air, increasing the content of fine particulate matter and polluting the atmosphere. If they are not swept, they can also easily clog the drainage system. Once the city has a heavy rain, it will flood everywhere, which will be very inconvenient for pedestrians and vehicles."

Bai Weiran leaned on his broom, looking up at the crescent moon in the sky.

"Although it sounds absurd, you might not realize that many people in companies who earn many times more than these cleaning staff contribute less to the value of society than these cleaning ladies and uncles."

"And they don't even have a clear understanding of this."

Qin Ning felt that what he said made sense, but she also felt that she had been lectured without her knowledge.

He glanced at it twice with his head down, then retorted.

"Since you talk about how noble this is, why don't you become a kidnapper? You can just be a cleaner!"

Bai Weiran pushed the cart to her side and shoveled the leaves she had swept up into a trash bag.

"Society needs all kinds of people, but I have something else I want to do: see and experience more so that we can understand that people only differ because of their different fates and career paths. In essence, people are the same, so we should help and respect each other."

He shrugged and laughed. "By the way, I personally hate the phrase 'saving the world' the most."

No one needs to be saved by another person; people just need to help each other and then save themselves.

"Do you know what you're going to do?" he asked Qin Ning.

Qin Ning was stunned.

Before, she only knew one thing—to win Lin Luo's love and to possess Lin Luo.

But after so many days of being confined to study, it seems that she is fine even without thinking about this person or receiving his love. The happiness she gets from Lin Luo's gentleness, which is sometimes close and sometimes distant, is even less than the sense of accomplishment she feels from cleaning up a patch of fallen leaves.

Seeing the struggle on the girl's face, Bai Weiran thought to himself, "That's good, that's right."

Give her another push.

"Miss Qin Ning, you also have things to do."

"...What do I want?"

"Fate is unfair. Everyone is born in a different position. Do you know what the difference is? It's not that you have more money to spend, or that you are more beautiful than others. It's the influence of your decisions. An ordinary person's decision may only affect themselves, their friends, and their family. Their circle is very small. But a leader's decision can have an increased influence as the number of people in their team grows."

"You are in a circle where the decisions of those around you can affect many people, and you are so close to these decision-makers that you can directly influence them."

Upon hearing this, a shadow crossed Qin Ning's face.

"So what? Nobody listens to me anyway. I'm not important."

She was convinced that, apart from Lin Luo, no one really cared about her.

"You're so important, there's no one else but you. Difficult?! Not at all, this is just a small game level for you."

Are they just small game levels?

Qin Ning had never heard of this description before, but it gave her a sense of lightness.

She looked at an empty mineral water bottle at her feet and suddenly didn't find the matter so disgusting anymore. She picked it up and threw it into the trash bag. Bai Weiran exclaimed and immediately reached into the bag to retrieve the mineral water bottle.

Qin Ning was startled, but Bai Weiran was very serious.

"These can be exchanged for money! They can't be thrown away with fallen leaves. Waste water bottles or cardboard boxes are an important source of private income for part-time cleaners."

Qin Ning was stunned.

She thought that sweeping fallen leaves in the park late at night as a cleaner was already the lowest possible level.

But as it turns out, there were things that went even further, pushing her to the limit.

Bai Weiran took her to collect recyclables.

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Chapter Thirteen: Deep Sibling Love!

The masked man is a highly intelligent, superhuman kidnapper. (Incorrect)

The masked man is a superhuman kidnapper with a hole in his brain. (Correct)

She couldn't understand what this guy was thinking.

Pointing at a mountain of broken garbage, his eyes gleamed as if he had found a treasure trove.

"Look, there are scraps to collect!"

All she saw were piles of cardboard boxes and broken furniture.

The older women and men also had their eyes light up and gathered around.

"Someone must have stolen it at night! It always happens like this."

Qin Ning thought it was simple: it's just the broken windows theory.

One person secretly threw trash here, then a second person did, a third, a fourth, until it became a mountain of junk. Most people would be furious at the sight, but some people are actually delighted with this mountain of junk?!

"We're really lucky today; a lot of people are throwing away their delivery boxes."

"Kids, you are so lucky. I have never come across so much recyclable waste."

Qin Ning didn't want to get close, but Bai Weiran pulled her over, and she reluctantly began searching through a group of dilapidated mountains.

Pull out the cardboard box, fold it neatly, and collect the empty mineral water bottles by stepping on them.

She had never been so embarrassed before; her eyes were red with anger.

She was even misunderstood by the aunt next to her, who smiled at her with a loving expression.

"The little girl is so moved, look, her eyes are even red. Indeed, these could sell for a lot of money!"

An old man shouted happily.

"Hey, look what I found! I don't know whose house threw away their pots, there are several of them!"

The crowd cheered for him happily, like a triumphant hero.

Scrap metal has a different price.

Qin Ning was forced to do manual labor all night. Despite her grief and indignation, she was too exhausted to move and had no energy to complain.

As dawn broke, their work was finally over, and they dispersed from where they had initially met.

The truckload of scrap was neatly arranged, and everyone was smiling happily.

Qin Ning was the only one who couldn't laugh.

The bald man who was leading the group asked Bai Weiran for his phone number, saying that he would transfer the money from the sale of the scrap metal to him.

Bai Weiran shook his head and refused.

"I'm so grateful for everyone's kindness today, so I won't share this money with the uncles and aunts. I'll just give them the money I earned from my part-time job."

The part-time job pay is settled in cash on the spot.

"This won't do..."

"Consider it a gift for my aunt and uncle, I'll definitely do it next time!"

Then he pulled Qin Ning away.

Even after walking a few steps, Qin Ning could still hear the cleaning staff praising Bai Weiran as a truly good young man, saying that a prodigal son who has returned home is more precious than gold and that he will surely achieve great things in the future.

Once separated from her, Qin Ning couldn't bear it any longer, so she took off her mask and angrily questioned him.

"What right do you have to decide the outcome of my hard work?! That money is mine!"

Bai Weiran suddenly realized.

"Oh right, I almost forgot to give you your part-time pay."

He placed a few loose bills in Qin Ning's hand and made her hold them tightly.

“You can use this money to buy whatever you like. Here you go, my sister,” he said with a smile.

This was also the first time Bai Weiran had ever received money from this world.

Qin Ning looked at the few slightly crumpled bills, and her anger, which was about to erupt, suddenly vanished.

I could only feel the heaviness in my palm.

The money was so little that it wasn't even enough for her to buy a glass of cold brew juice.

"No, you think it's too little? Give it to me if you don't want it! I don't mind if it's not much!" Bai Weiran said with a smile. But as soon as he reached out his hand, the girl suddenly gripped the banknotes tightly behind her back, looking wary.

"I... I didn't say it was too little! Don't talk nonsense, this is my money, and I haven't settled the score with you yet!"

"I also have a share of the money from those scraps, so what right do you have to decide for me?"

Qin Ning is a young lady from a wealthy family. For the past seventeen years, she has indeed lived a carefree life, casually throwing money around.

But when she's at her wit's end and has no other choice, another side of her personality emerges.

The reason why rich people become rich is often because their thinking is different from that of ordinary people.

The grandfather of Qin Ning, who brought the Qin family to prominence, is a typical example.

Bai Weiran remembered reading Qin Ning's background information, which mentioned her connection to her grandfather.

Qin Ning's grandfather once took a long-distance train. He was already a very successful businessman, but he was dressed too simply. As a result, a wealthy lady asked him to help carry her luggage.