Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

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What's going on? My son is looking at his phone and smiling at someone so affectionately.

Could it be that he has a girlfriend?

She suppressed her doubts and continued speaking. Bai Weiran looked up and also looked at the report, but it went in one ear and out the other. The report was over, and they moved on to discussing the work process. Everyone discussed the problems they had encountered in their recent work and communication.

"The character data to be shown should have been adjusted and sent to us yesterday, but we haven't received it. I kept urging them yesterday, but I haven't received any feedback from the producer."

QA engineer Da Mao raised his hand, and instantly everyone's eyes turned to Bai Weiran.

Bai Weiran's work schedule was extremely tight. He was basically being urged to submit various documents and adjust numerical progress every day. Last night, he went to another world to work on something, which caused him to fall behind. His phone broke, so he couldn't reply to messages. After not receiving any results all day, QA immediately took the initiative to challenge him today.

The demands for project progress are ruthless and direct, with no regard for gentleness, kindness, courtesy, frugality, or humility.

There's no way around it; the work deadline is set in advance, and the schedule for each function is arranged beforehand. If you delay by even one day, it will squeeze the work time of the next function. When it comes to accountability, whoever has the work to do it will often be the one who gets blamed and held responsible.

With no time to relax on the work schedule, everyone was pressing for more, just like debt collectors.

Even though Bai Weiran is the producer, this is no exception.

Bai Weiran nodded, unperturbed.

"The adjustments took a little longer than expected. I'll give you the progress report tomorrow morning."

Da Mao nodded and remained silent.

We've worked together for a while and know each other well. The bugs in the features that come from Bai Weiran are much fewer than those from others, so QA is naturally willing to give him a friendly welcome and is open to discussion.

Before leaving the meeting room, Guoguo came over.

"Are you alright? If you can't take it anymore, just say so, and we'll think of something else."

Bai Weiran rarely slows down his work pace.

"Yeah, it's nothing," Bai Weiran replied casually, smiling as she looked at her phone screen.

Yu Mengmeng sent him a photo of a cream cake decorated with colorful fruits.

Guoguo watched him walk out, her brows furrowed.

Oh no, he's smiling so indulgently.

My son has a new girlfriend, hasn't he?

What about Ningning? What about my big Ningning?

Bai Weiran was unaware that a Guoguo's mother was heartbroken over Ningning's stock price crash. He went home early that day, and as soon as he opened the door, he heard a little girl running quickly in slippers, her snow-white hair swaying back and forth beside her cheeks, her arms outstretched as she ran towards him.

His face was beaming with happiness.

"Bai Weiran, look at me, look at me, look at me!"

She slammed on the brakes in front of Bai Weiran, stopped abruptly, and spun around like a magical girl transforming.

The girl who used to stay home all day has changed her style to a sporty look.

The loose, sheer white top perfectly concealed her flat chest, tucked into denim shorts to accentuate her slender waist. The faded denim shorts further emphasized her shapely hips. A fluorescent pink baseball cap added a touch of glamour. Her white hair and red eyes didn't look eerie at all; instead, she seemed like a perfect embodiment of an anime girl.

She's usually a lazy, stay-at-home type, cute but lacking in energy. But now, after changing her clothes, she's radiating youthful vibrancy and sweetness.

"nice."

Bai Weiran didn't hold back his praise.

"Hehehehehe!"

Even a shut-in girl wants to be cute.

She started rambling on about where she had gone and what she had done that day. Bai Weiran listened as she walked into the house. Xia Yanle was sitting on the sofa, dressed in simple home clothes. Her hair was tied up with a shark clip, making her look comfortable and lazy. She had a book on her lap and was reading.

Two large stacks of books were piled on the low table in front of the sofa.

Bai Weiran was not surprised; their highest spending today was at the bookstore.

Xia Yanle looked up and smiled, as if to say hello, before continuing to read her book.

Bai Weiran didn't mind; that's how she's always been—when she's engrossed in knowledge, she doesn't pay much attention to others.

only--

"Are you looking at the original text?"

The characters in these parallel worlds use essentially the same native language as Chinese, just like a parallel Chinese civilization in another world, only at a different level of prosperity.

However, some clues suggest that other civilizations are not entirely the same.

In Yu Mengmeng's world, the United States has collapsed. Their federation started a civil war, and after each became independent, they committed suicide and perished. Now they are weak and helpless.

Qin Ning's world does not have Japan. During their invasion, they tried to steal a chicken but ended up losing their own rice instead, getting killed and having their crystal destroyed. They tried to invade others but ended up being occupied themselves, and their world changed hands.

He didn't know much about Xia Yanle's world yet.

"What, you also have the same language and script?"

Xia Yanle turned a page of her book and explained without looking up.

"No, but there are very similar ones. I mixed three language base models that I know, and the translation based on the relationship between the phonetic characters can produce a fairly accurate result, so it can also be read."

—An interpretation from a top student.

The books she read were quite simple, mostly works by well-known scholars in physics, chemistry, mathematics, philosophy, and even psychology—clearly she was seriously trying to understand the fundamental theories of the world.

Top students always have a strong thirst for knowledge, no matter where they go.

Yu Mengmeng brought out the cake, and Bai Weiran ate it while Yu Mengmeng continued to tell Bai Weiran what she had done that day. Bai Weiran mostly just listened and occasionally responded with a word or two. Xia Yanle was on the sofa reading a book, turning the pages one by one. As she turned the pages, she felt something was strange.

Even though there were people talking non-stop in the room, she didn't find it noisy.

Instead, there was a subtle tranquility.

She looked up and glanced at the two people at the table.

Just then, Bai Weiran also looked up and looked in her direction.

The two locked eyes and paused for a moment, but due to a subtle competitive spirit, neither looked away.

The little girl noticed it too, and she immediately quieted down.

Then they both lowered their heads as if nothing had happened.

As if the momentary stagnation had never happened, Bai Weiran smiled and encouraged Yu Mengmeng to continue.

The little girl's smile seemed somewhat forced, and her small hand unconsciously pressed against her left chest, as if her heart was clenching.

She knew where that discomfort was coming from—

From the first glance, she felt that this woman resembled someone else.

It's Bai Weiran—

They give off similar vibes: a thirst for knowledge, a calm demeanor, independent thinking, and a nonchalant yet profound depth. The only difference is that Bai Weiran is reserved, while she is extroverted.

Bai Weiran likes her.

These words jumped to her heart, and Yu Mengmeng felt like she couldn't breathe properly.

Although Bai Weiran never said it, he never overstepped the bounds, never acted frivolously, never flirted, and never pretended to be cool.

But Bai Weiran definitely likes her, because the way he looks at her is different from how he looks at everyone else.

At this moment, she was even more conflicted than when she learned that Su Cheng liked so many female classmates.

Su Cheng's affection was all talk and no action; that was it.

But Bai Weiran's affection is something he doesn't express verbally or overstep boundaries with; it's simply affection, a gem hidden deep in his heart.

They were attracted to each other.

The chattering little girl suddenly fell silent, and Bai Weiran looked at her in surprise.

Her face looked as bitter as a little bitter gourd.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Yu Mengmeng shook her head and snorted, "Even if you tear my mouth apart, I won't tell you this."

She opened her mouth wide, stretched her neck, and ate the piece of cake from Bai Weiran's fork in one slurp.

Bai Weiran suddenly realized: Oh, so you wanted to eat cake!

He smiled and fed her the remaining half of the cake.

The cake tasted sweet, but the young girl felt a little bitter.

Little Canary —

She is a little canary—

And that woman could shine on her own even without Bai Weiran.

Bai Weiran likes someone who is equal to him, someone elusive, while he himself is someone who wants to depend on him.

She realized with dismay that she had lost completely.

She didn't know what was so special about her.

Xx

Bai Weiran was working in the evening and was a little distracted.

He felt the girl was acting strange tonight.

That night, Yu Mengmeng was listless, like a dehydrated cabbage. She was initially cheerful, but later she wrapped herself in a blanket, moved a stool to the side and watched him work, looking blank. She wouldn't even go play games when asked.

When asked if she was feeling unwell, she wouldn't say.

They looked like they'd lost their souls.

I dawdled all night and am only now taking a shower.

"What are you doing?"

He turned his head and found that Xia Yanle had put down her book at some point and was standing behind him, curiously looking at his screen.

"Adjust game values."

Xia Yanle was intrigued when she heard the word "numerical value," listened carefully to his explanation, and then watched him for about ten minutes.