Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Holy crap, you're not even sleeping after getting home? Are you starting your cultivation mode now?

Faced with Guoguo's earnest advice, Bai Weiran smiled helplessly.

"...I'm really fine. Do I look like someone who's in trouble? Don't worry, I slept very well."

Guoguo looked him over and saw that he was indeed radiant and showed no signs of the weariness that comes with cultivating immortality.

"...That's true, but according to normal human physiological needs, your sleep schedule is still not right. You might not be able to tell at first, but it's definitely not a good thing in the long run."

"Okay, Mommy, thank you, Guoguo's Mommy!"

Bai Weiran made a casual remark, and Guoguo immediately flew into a rage, throwing a pen at him.

"Who's your mother? You're trying to take advantage of me, aren't you?"

Bai Weiran caught the pen, his face full of innocence.

"You said I was your eldest son first, so I didn't call you 'Mom' wrong, did I?!"

"That's different!" Guoguo said angrily.

She called Bai Weiran "good son," which was taking advantage of Bai Weiran's status, but if Bai Weiran actually called her "Mom," it would make her sound old—this was unacceptable, she couldn't allow herself to be called old!

Guoguo wrote two more pens, running out of ideas, before finally revising the schedule amidst Bai Weiran's apologies and grumbling.

"In the end, either of those two numbers would have been fine, and you wouldn't be ranked so closely now," Guoguo said, frowning and sighing.

Bai Weiran has been interviewing for new numerical values ​​for the research and development project.

Actually, there were two people I thought were good before, but talented people don't lack job opportunities. You might want to choose them, but they might not want to choose you. In the end, the first person chose to accept the job offer from Nan Goose, and the second person was willing to come to Shile. The problem is that the teammate betrayed them.

Shengnan told HR that she was also short of data and asked them to provide them with good data first. After all, he was in charge of the company's top operational project and controlled the majority of the company's revenue. To be honest, the salaries of the R&D projects were all earned by them, and they really didn't have the confidence to speak loudly in front of their "big brother".

Sheng Nan snatched the number that had agreed to come in from the waist.

The other party was also a little surprised, but the project had good revenue and the salary and bonuses were higher. People always look to money, so the other party agreed and smoothly transferred to Shengnan's project.

They snatched it away decisively, making Bai Weiran's efforts all for nothing.

Now that the end of the year is approaching, it's the super off-season for hiring. Everyone wants to collect their performance bonuses before leaving, so it's especially hard to find people at this time, and there's no one even willing to conduct interviews.

"Do you think this was Dong Zhengyuan's idea for Shengnan?" Guoguo stopped typing and asked Bai Weiran in a low voice.

"Such despicable methods seem to be the work of Dong Zhengyuan."

Bai Weiran looked down at his phone and replied absentmindedly.

"...That's not important."

Guoguo simply said "oh" and didn't say anything more.

As an old friend and colleague, she understood the meaning behind Bai Weiran's words.

First of all, what's done is done, and there's no point in saying more.

Secondly, regardless of whether it was Dong Zhengyuan's suggestion or not, Shengnan took action to snatch the person. If someone can be persuaded to do something, it means that he is willing to use such methods. There is no way to whitewash him or say that he is innocent. As an adult, he should be responsible for his actions.

Considering both points together, Bai Weiran's conclusion is—it's not important.

It doesn't matter who came up with the idea; don't dwell on such trivial details.

He looked up at the projected screen.

"...Anyway, if they can rob it once, can they rob it a second or third time?"

The number of functional personnel required for a project is fixed; it's impossible to endlessly poach talent.

Guoguo glanced at him, speechless with admiration.

Bai Weiran is just too cautious.

“Okay, let’s check the schedule one last time,” she said, scrolling the wheel to the top as the two of them went through it, and only turned off the projection after confirming everything was correct.

Guoguo stood up with her laptop in her arms, thinking of something.

"Why have you been away from your workstation so often lately? Is something wrong?"

Because Xia Yanle carried out her murder plan regardless of day or night, Bai Weiran had to monitor her situation at all times and stop her at any time, so he would often disappear from his workstation at irregular intervals.

"Yeah, something came up." He smiled.

Guoguo was stunned for a moment.

"…………Another niece?" How come your relatives have so many children?

Bai Weiran thought for two more seconds this time.

"No, not my niece," he said, pursing his lips and casually pushing the chair he had pulled out back to its original position.

"We're friends—"

He walked out of the conference room, and behind him, Guoguo, holding her notebook, tilted her head with a puzzled look.

Bai Weiran walked out of the conference room, but returned to his workstation, picked up a bag of apples, and went into the men's restroom, where he closed and locked the door.

The next second, we appeared on the edge of the sea cliff, the sea breeze was chilly and salty.

A tree was planted on the edge of the sea cliff. It was a species that Bai Weiran had never seen before. It had small leaves like laurel leaves and flowers with white petals and yellow stamens. The tree was two meters tall. Xia Yanle, dressed simply, sat under the tree, leaning against the trunk, quietly closing her eyes.

This is the grave of Xia Yanle's biological parents.

In this world, instead of erecting monuments and building tombs, people are buried in trees after they die.

Bai Weiran also specifically researched the origin of this custom—this parallel world has a creation myth. The world was originally a chaotic void, and a sapling was born in the chaos. Although the sapling was small, it had a strong will and wanted to split the chaos.

But it is just a sapling, not a knife, nor an axe, not a divine weapon, unable to split gold and shatter stone, or break through the heavens.

The sapling can only do one thing at a time: grow up.

The sapling spent countless years growing inch by inch, its roots penetrating deep into the earth and its crown reaching for the sky. It carried the weight of the entire sky on its back, gritting its teeth and using the pain of growth to slowly but surely pry open the chaos between heaven and earth, transforming from a weak sapling into a towering world tree.

Millions of living beings were born and lived happily in this expansive world.

Although science has proven the myth absurd, people still follow it, and tree burial has become an important ritual.

Trees are the origin connecting heaven and earth and all things; being buried under a tree represents returning to heaven and earth and all things.

He looked up at the tree.

"...I'm not in the mood today, and I don't have any plans." Xia Yanle said with her eyes closed.

"you can go now."

“What a coincidence, I’m not here to stop your murder plan either.” Bai Weiran appeared, standing five steps away.

Xia Yanle opened her eyes and met his gaze, her face filled with confusion.

Bai Weiran waved the apple in his hand and explained to her.

"In my world, offerings are prepared when worshipping."

Bai Weiran took two steps forward, took out five apples next to Xia Yanle, four at the bottom and one on top, forming a sturdy little apple tower, placed it in front of him, then closed his eyes and clasped his hands together in front of the tree trunk.

"I've come to visit a friend and pay my respects to my uncle and aunt," he said.

Xia Yanle remained indifferent upon hearing this.

"So, are you going to talk about a certain day in a certain month of a certain year, that you also have a painful past, that you understand the pain of losing someone important, and so on? And then say something like the meaning of the dead is borne by the living, that I should stop the killing plan, take a step forward, and look to the future?"

Oh wow, she really knows all about Azazel's methods.

As expected of a research geek, Qin Yun, that scumbag, provided her with plenty of research materials.

Empathy won't work on Xia Yanle.

“You’re right, I’ll definitely do it next time.” He shrugged.

"Unfortunately, you've got it wrong. I'm only here to report something bad."

Xia Yanle was stunned.

"While you're here, go tell your aunties and uncles all your dirty laundry." Bai Weiran's tone was serious and earnest.

“If someone makes a mistake at school, who would go home and tell their parents? There needs to be a just third party to notify them. I’m here now to tell their parents, to let them know how many murder plans you’ve carried out over the past month.” Bai Weiran said, taking out a small notebook from his pocket and flipping through it.

"On [Date], at 3:14 PM, [He] attempted to throw an object from a high-rise building and killed his junior, Qin Yun, by smashing a vase over his head."

"On [date], at 10:21 AM, [the perpetrator] intended to add heavy metal poison to the water to poison his junior, Qin Yun."

"On [Date], at 2:13 AM..."

Xia Yanle thought it was outrageous.

Moreover, he wrote down every single detail, leaving nothing out.

"Are you crazy?" she couldn't help but yell.

"My parents are already dead, what's the point of you making false accusations?"

Bai Weiran glanced at her through his eyelids and responded slowly.

"Your parents are already dead, so what's the point of me badmouthing you?"

Why are you in such a hurry?

They are truly high-level hunters, a worthy opponent.

Xia Yanle was speechless, unable to utter a word.

Bai Weiran watched as her face turned pale, flustered and helpless, unable to find a reason to refute. She twitched her eyes and jumped up and down, secretly chuckling to herself as she flipped through her notebook and continued reading.

Xia Yanle couldn't help but stand up, unable to maintain her leisurely posture.

He was actually reading it louder and louder, like he was reciting it.

There's a crime recitation competition, should we award you a championship?

It's one thing to do something yourself, but it's quite another to have it read aloud and dissected.

When Xia Yanle read the twenty-seventh article, she could no longer bear it and snatched Bai Weiran's notebook from her hand.

Bai Weiran spread his hands, expressing his surprise.

Xia Yanle held the notebook tightly, feeling as if she were holding a hot piece of coal, burning hot.

"What are you doing with my notebook? I haven't finished complaining yet!"

"...My parents are already dead, it's none of my business, what you're doing is pointless!"