Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

"...Isn't this pretty easy? Making games is pretty easy."

It's not uncommon to hear this kind of talk when you're doing planning.

Instead of getting angry, Bai Weiran laughed and pushed the mouse away.

“Then you try,” he said, his gentle tone laced with an unconscious provocation.

As soon as Mengmeng stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a large bath towel, she heard Bai Weiran's gentle voice.

"Can't you even do something this easy?"

"I'd like to say that Mengmeng could do better than you."

Yu Mengmeng slowly typed out a question mark.

**

There have been hints all along.

Wei Ran's brother prefers independent and intelligent women, and Xia Yanle's cognitive level is far superior to others from the moment she appears on screen.

Bai Weiran always maintained a competitive stance, rather than treating her like a daughter or a younger sister.

Their relationship was one of mutual attraction, provocation, and mutual denial.

But don't worry, every female lead will grow and mature.

The romantic development paths are different {?ω-*}

I'll cry my eyes out if you don't give me monthly passes! (I'm going to throw a tantrum!)

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"Perfect timing, Mengmeng, come here for a moment."

The young girl, confused, walked towards them with uncertain steps.

Bai Weiran gestured for her to sit down and pointed to the character on the screen to explain.

The task was simple: have Yu Mengmeng control the character to take turns using three pre-designed skills against the wooden stake.

Yu Mengmeng was puzzled. She looked at Bai Weiran, who had an encouraging smile on his face, and then at Xia Yanle, who had a sullen face.

She did as instructed and began to act.

After she finished a round, Bai Weiran adjusted the values ​​on another display screen.

"Again."

Yu Mengmeng played another round as instructed, and Bai Weiran made further changes.

"...Again."

One more sentence, mechanically and blandly repeated.

After twenty attempts, Bai Weiran stopped.

"Mengmeng, which time did you play the game the most?"

The little girl's red eyes darted around for a second and a half.

"The twelfth... no, the thirteenth."

Bai Weiran asked a few more questions in detail, and finally typed in the adjusted values. He then pulled the little girl to stand up and looked at Xia Yanle with a smile.

"Here, you can try to see the difference between her and you. I'll open a test map for you."

Xia Yanle sat down.

A few minutes later—

"........."

"...It feels completely different, right? It suddenly becomes more fun. It's like experiencing a cliff-like difference between being on flat ground and being in the sky."

Xia Yanle remained silent, Bai Weiran smiled like a fox, and Yu Mengmeng stared wide-eyed between the two.

It seemed like they were praising her, but she herself didn't know why she was being praised.

"Why?" she asked, her tone both humble and puzzled.

She accepted her defeat wholeheartedly; she wasn't the type to be stubborn or refuse to admit defeat just to save face.

"...a love for the game, and also a matter of proficiency."

To put it bluntly, Xia Yanle and Luo Qi are the same person.

Top students make games based on assumptions, relying too much on data and written knowledge for deduction.

“But games are for people to play.” He said, taking the towel and drying Mengmeng’s hair.

The white-haired girl did not resist, but obediently let him do as he pleased, her big eyes wide open, like a cat that had been turned stupid with a single click.

"She plays a lot of games and loves them, so naturally she can empathize with players. Even if she doesn't understand any data, she can still create a more popular feel than you—don't move!"

When her ear was touched, the little girl became disobedient, wriggling around like a little maggot.

"But it's so itchy—" she complained in a soft voice.

Her ears are very sensitive, and she doesn't want anyone else to touch them. When she takes a shower, she just wipes them down quickly and that's it, but some people just won't let her off the hook.

"...You need to wipe your ears too, otherwise they'll get so dirty."

"You won't die if you don't wipe your ears!"

"Yes, if your ears are too dirty, one day a watermelon seed might fall in, and a watermelon will grow out of your ear."

"Bai Weiran, what do you take me for? I'm not a child!!!"

Xia Yanle raised an eyebrow in front of them.

No, this warm and carefree atmosphere makes me feel like I've come at the wrong time.

Bai Weiran restrained the squirming girl and continued to explain.

"Games are interesting things. They often rely on a lot of data, but this data cannot be created out of thin air. A lot of past data cannot be reused for experience. In terms of game experience, it still depends a lot on the player's subjective feelings. In the end, the software industry is based on the design of human-to-human interaction."

“If it’s about human-to-human interaction design, then looking at the data without paying attention to the other players is itself a form of arrogance,” Bai Weiran said slowly. He shifted his focus from his ears back to the top of his head, gently wiping it with a touch as tender as if he were massaging a child’s head.

The little girl squinted her eyes comfortably.

A moment of silence.

"But players are smart; they can sense your arrogance."

Bai Weiran smiled, a hint of mischief in his eyes, and turned his head to look at Xia Yanle.

"A genius? Nothing special, is that all?"

Yu Mengmeng was confused by the game jargon Bai Weiran used, but she completely understood the insult to Xia Yanle. She immediately raised her chin, crossed her arms, stood in front of Bai Weiran, and repeated the insult with glee.

"A genius? Nothing special, is that all?"

Xia Yanle: ...I strongly opposed your group leaving the crosstalk world back then.

Xx

This was just a minor incident that evening, and Bai Weiran didn't take it to heart.

He continued working overtime at home, debugging on the computer until 2 a.m. Just as he got up to pour himself a glass of water, preparing to start testing the machine after resting, he found the bedroom door open, and the girl's small head peeked out, meeting his eyes. She quickly shrank back.

Hiding your true intentions, huh?

"I saw it all."

She poked her head out again.

My face screamed, "I can't sleep, but I'm afraid you'll scold me for not sleeping!"

Bai Weiran sighed, waved to her, and Mengmeng was overjoyed, running towards him with a thud.

She was wrapped in a thin autumn blanket, from head to toe like a silkworm cocoon. The blanket was pink and covered with yellow duck patterns that looked obviously counterfeit.

"What's wrong? Didn't you have a lot of fun going out today?"

"……happy."

"Then why are you in a bad mood tonight?"

Yu Mengmeng sat on the sofa, hugging her knees, looking down at her tender pink toes. After a couple of seconds of silence, she suddenly looked up.

"Bai Weiran, when I grow up, will I be able to become even better than her?"

She thought and thought, unable to sleep all night, tossing and turning, but still had no answer.

She felt that she was not as good as Xia Yanle.

But Bai Weiran also said that she had not lost.

She wanted to come seeking an explanation, a word of comfort.

If Bai Weiran was absolutely certain about her, then she could also—

"No."

His red pupils contracted, his pupils trembled, and it felt as if the ground beneath his feet was shattering as he plummeted downwards.

The living room lights were dim and yellow, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

"If you keep worrying about this problem, then let me tell you, it's not going to work."

"You're definitely going to lose to her."

The little girl opened her mouth, and hope gradually faded from her large eyes.

Bai Weiran saw it, but instead of returning to his usual gentle tone, he continued to speak in a somewhat mechanical and indifferent manner.

"Because she doesn't compare herself to others, she focuses wholeheartedly on moving forward on her own path. When she encounters problems she doesn't understand, she can immediately recognize her own shortcomings and mistakes, and seek knowledge and learn. She understands the true meaning of learning better than you do."

It's easy to be purely gentle and agree with what she wants to hear, but it can lead her down a path of excessive pampering and dependence from which she can't extricate herself.

Yu Mengmeng's world is small, her mind is delicate and subtle, and she is prone to getting stuck on trivial matters.

Following her lead will only drag you into the chaotic abyss of subjective emotions.

Sometimes it is necessary to find another way and cut through these weak and powerless subjective feelings.