Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

"Since it's meaningless, why bother with me? Just let me waste my time."

"But you'll disturb them!"

Bai Weiran suddenly fell silent, put his hands in his pockets, and smiled.

Don't you think what you're saying is contradictory?

"...If you believe that their death was a complete disappearance in a scientific and physiological sense, and that nothing else matters, then there's no point in you coming here today, and no point in me reporting them. Anyway, they were all unaware and unconscious; death is simply annihilation."

"If you think that my reciting these things will disturb them, it means that you believe that death is not annihilation, and that they still exist in another way."

"Hello, Miss Xia Yanle."

"If you believe that death is not the end of everything, do you think they would want to see you die with a boyfriend you know to be a jerk?"

Bai Weiran turned his head and clicked his tongue twice.

"If I put myself in Uncle Xia and Aunt Xia's shoes, and my daughter chose a partner like that, I'd be furious again—what do you think?"

The sea breeze rises, howling and roaring—making the trees on the sea cliffs sway incessantly, their leaves rustling softly.

Xia Yanle was stunned into silence. He unintentionally let go, and the notebook flew into the air. Then it was invisibly pulled back into Bai Weiran's hand. He grabbed a page, ripped it, and casually tossed it into the air. Then he tore off another page.

With a soft, hissing sound, the slips of paper bearing Xia Yanle's murder plans floated in mid-air, swept around by the sea breeze, sometimes tumbling upwards, sometimes spinning and plunging downwards, like snowflakes falling from the sky.

Arguing with her about nihilism, offering verbal encouragement, and trying to uplift her spirits won't work on a genius who seems to have a built-in debuff.

Instead, we should look at it from the opposite perspective.

The fact that you're afraid of the relationship ending also proves that you valued it.

What does it matter if something unimportant disappears?

They keep saying it's just a game of pretending to be friends.

As people continue to pretend, their falsehoods gradually become mixed with truth.

If she has no sincerity at all, why would she let her best friend off so easily?

They were very stubborn and gave a lot of reasons, but their conclusion and action were to let it go.

At this point, just remember them; don't think about those relationships that betrayed her and those who suffocated her.

Think of those who once loved her and remained steadfast in their love.

There are many kinds of love in this world: romantic love between men and women, friendship, and love between family members—

So Bai Weiran came today to give Xia Yanle some pointers on the anniversary of her parents' death.

Just like when my younger sister enlightened me.

He tore the paper while apologizing in his heart.

Uncle and Aunt, I'm sorry, I will definitely clean up all these papers later.

Xia Yanle looked at the fluttering pieces of paper in front of her, her eyes flashed, and she took a deep breath.

"Mr. Wei Ran".

"Ok?"

"I hate you, I hate you so much, you are the kind of person I hate the most—an exceptional example."

People whose actions are difficult to predict, people who lack a data foundation.

Bai Weiran smiled behind the mask, revealing his white teeth.

"Oh, thank you."

Being disliked by a yandere is much safer than being liked by one.

Chapter Thirty-Five: Garbled Text Warning (Third Update)

A series of quick and crisp keystrokes filled the screen, and four windows simultaneously displayed data. Black backgrounds and green codes flashed by in an instant. Xia Yanle faced the task alone, her eyes darting around, multitasking. Her classmates in the research lab all looked up and exchanged bewildered glances.

Some people are born human, some are born geniuses, and some are even the multi-CPU type.

As soon as the green health code stopped, Xia Yanle stood up. All the classmates who were watching her quickly lowered their heads. She snatched the printed materials, slammed them on the long table in the center, took off her non-prescription blue light glasses that she used to see the screen, and walked away without looking back.

Everyone looked up, exchanged glances, and gathered around the long table.

"Holy crap... This is outrageous! Running four different experimental data sets simultaneously?"

"Yan Le seems to be in a bad mood today."

"Huh? You think so too? I thought I was the only one who thought so."

"Oh? You all are, actually I am too..."

Everyone fell silent, then looked at the tightly closed research lab door.

What guy made the ice queen angry?

—She wanted to kill the masked man.

Xia Yanle stood with her hands inside her pale yellow knitted cardigan, her expression cold and her blue eyes devoid of any light. She pursed her lips and hurried down the stairs.

Professor Wen was just going upstairs when he bumped into Xia Yanle in the stairwell. Their eyes met, and the older man's face turned pale. After being gently reprimanded by Bai Weiran, Professor Wen was terrified. Now, seeing Xia Yanle, he was like a mouse seeing a cat, almost ready to run away with his tail between his legs. All lust had vanished.

"Xia, Xia, how have you been lately?" The humble tone was comparable to that of a eunuch greeting the Empress Dowager.

Xia Yanle did not answer, leaving Professor Wen to fill the awkward silence himself.

"...Oh, ah, that's good, haha, um, how's your uncle doing lately?"

Bai Weiran's superhuman strength, coupled with a playful warning—"I will always be watching you"—caused Professor Wen to suffer from anxiety and insomnia for several days, and he even had to rely on psychiatric medication to fall asleep.

"Give my regards to your uncle and express my respect to him..." Professor Wen was still rambling on, trying to explain that he had recently turned over a new leaf, but Xia Yanle sneered and brushed past him.

"Ha, he still wants things to be alright? Dream on!"

Professor Wen watched Xia Yanle's retreating figure and slowly typed a question mark.

Xia Yanle appears aloof and cold on the surface, but she is ultimately a member of the yandere girl archetype. Her morbid and extreme inner self is deeply rooted. She is an isolated and manipulative yandere, and her obsession with her goals is the highest among all yanderes.

Her goal was simple—to kill Qin Yun.

Anything or anyone that gets in the way of her goal will upset her.

For anyone else, Xia Yanle's anger bar would have been full long ago, but Bai Weiran always faced it with a calm and composed attitude, keeping Xia Yanle's anger level in a state of slow ascent and descent—the anniversary of her parents' death directly broke through her anger bar.

You're badmouthing me, aren't you?

So you're badmouthing me to my parents?

Do you know that the grass on the graves of those who dared to badmouth me to my parents is now taller than a person?

Who doesn't hate a righteous tattletale who complains to their parents?

With this guy named Wei Ran around, she has no way to get rid of Qin Yun.

Xia Yanle was furious, but her thoughts remained cold and she quickly made her calculations.

Then let's change our minds and get rid of him first.

A couple walked towards them, whispering sweet nothings and tugging at each other. When they saw Xia Yanle, they gasped and stopped. The man looked wary and shocked, while the woman, though delicate, was hostile. She grabbed the young man's arm.

"It's you!? Don't come near Qin Yun, you madman!"

"Xia Yanle, why are you... spying on me again?" Qin Yun looked pained and conflicted, unable to make a decision, her heart breaking, but her gaze kept wandering over Xia Yanle's beautiful features.

During those days when she controlled him, he had no freedom in his studies or internships, and was always overshadowed by her aura. She was too smart, so smart that it frightened him. She always knew so much, and her vision was always more far-reaching and insightful than his own. She learned everything quickly and well.

He found it annoying; he initially liked her intelligence, but later couldn't stand it.

The smart woman he likes only needs to be smart in front of others.

But Xia Yanle's desire to drag him down with her to death gave rise to a twisted sense of pride amidst his fear.

Look, even a genius, aloof beauty, loves me but cannot have me; she loves me so much that she wants to die with me.

Qin Yun's current emotions are strange and conflicted—

On one hand, he felt suffocated by Xia Yanle's control; on the other hand, he was afraid of dying; and on yet another hand, he was secretly pleased with Xia Yanle's desire to die with him.

But Xia Yanle's attitude changed drastically after he was imprisoned and returned.

She would never ask about his whereabouts again, nor would she contact him. He felt as if he had been liberated from an impenetrable net in an instant.

The air of freedom did not bring Qin Yun happiness; he became even less happy than before.

He used the meticulous skill of picking soil with a needle to search for evidence in his life that Xia Yanle still cared about him and was monitoring him.

He only caught a glimpse of Xia Yanle walking towards him on campus, and he was immediately convinced that she was following him.

She still loves me, she still loves me deeply and passionately.

Qin Yun's face showed lingering fear, but a hint of smugness involuntarily surfaced as well.

"you…………"

Xia Yanle walked past the two without looking at them, not even glancing at Qin Yun.

I don't have time for you.

Once the masked man is dealt with, I'll kill you in a matter of seconds.

Xia Yanle hailed a car and headed to the agreed-upon location in the city.

What Bai Weiran didn't know was that the world Xia Yanle lived in was highly developed in academic research. Many people were engrossed in research, some legally and some illegally. The legal ones had formal channels for communication, while the illegal ones also existed, much like the dark web, with a massive amount of information. There were even many well-known research leaders who conducted research that couldn't be done openly, secretly organizing their own research.

Xia Yanle's father was a famous scholar, and among the inheritance he left to Xia Yanle was a dark web account.

Xia Yanle used this account to log into an advanced community on the dark web and posted an anonymous message.

It details Bai Weiran's appearance, height, and records all his superhuman abilities in great detail.

She wondered if anyone else had encountered the same situation.

Her post received a reply very quickly.

Today she's going to meet this mysterious person who knows more about the masked man—

Xx

"What is this?" The white-haired, red-eyed girl looked at the red strip that Bai Weiran had brought with a suspicious gaze.