Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

"I like it this way, and I say I don't, so what?" she said with a mix of disdain and provocation.

The loli girl's hostile attitude stirred up unpleasant memories for her, and she couldn't help but retaliate in kind.

What? Girl, are you going to cry now? Make a scene? Slap me? Stab me with a knife? Tell a man about me? Fawn over me and offer yourself up, relying on moving up and down on a man to make him linger and keep his affection on you?

But Yu Mengmeng's attitude was completely unexpected.

"...Not very good."

The girl was wearing a large cotton top, with a white sports jacket she had borrowed from the closet over it, which made her limbs appear even more slender and fair.

Although he still looks somewhat childish, his eyes are gradually gaining a clear light.

"I just wanted to know if you like him or not. If you do, I'm not surprised; if you don't, that's even better."

"If you like him, then I'll tell you that I like him too. We're equals. Bai Weiran won't like you more just because you have bigger breasts, are taller than me, are prettier than me, or are better at solving problems than me. He'll still like Yu Mengmeng as she is, working hard for her life and talents, and striving to become a better version of herself."

"If you like him too, then we're rivals."

Xia Yanle was unusually at a loss for words.

Who does she take after to have such a logical and clear way of thinking?

"If you tell me you don't like him, I'll be even happier. I'll also tell you that I like him. Please don't get in my way. It would be best if you could support me. Yes, I'm asking you for your help."

The shock was too great, and Xia Yanle fell into silence for more than a minute.

"...There are people who actively seek out collaborations?"

A smile spread across the girl's innocent and adorable face, revealing a touch of naivety: "If all you have in your mind is a competitive spirit, you'll eventually find that the whole world is your enemy. But if you focus on cooperation, you'll find that yesterday's enemy can be today's friend."

"Aren't you afraid that while we're still friends, I might suddenly try to steal your boyfriend?" Xia Yanle asked with amusement.

Yu Mengmeng put her hands on her hips, leaned back strategically, and let out a hum.

"Today's friend can be tomorrow's enemy; we'll see!"

Xia Yanle pressed her temples, looking somewhat incredulous.

Is it possible for a woman to clearly love a man and still be so conscious of her feelings?

But it's right in front of me.

She didn't feel disgusted; on the contrary, she felt an indescribable fondness for Yu Mengmeng.

I think she's incredibly cute.

This was not achieved by her alone, but rather because of a stable, unwavering, and consistently supportive partner who provided and encouraged her personal value, which enabled her to develop this new attitude.

She suddenly snapped out of her disappointment at discovering the world's technological backwardness.

I never knew there were such interesting things happening around me.

"Okay, I'll help you."

They sat down and talked for a while. Yu Mengmeng got up to leave, but Xia Yanle called her back.

"Have you ever considered what would happen if I told you I wasn't interested in him, and it turned out I was lying to you?

The girl stuck out her tongue and made a face at her.

"That would be the best."

"Why?" Xia Yanle was genuinely puzzled.

The girl didn't answer, but instead revealed a strange and cunning smile, puffing out her cheeks.

"I won't tell you, figure it out yourself."

"No way, no way, a genius wouldn't be so clueless as to not know this much? Yiwu! Genius, nothing special."

Yu Mengmeng shuffled back to do her practice problems, ignoring Xia Yanle, feeling a sense of triumphant victory.

.

Hey hey hey, because—

Bai Weiran is a person who likes to be honest, and he has always been honest.

He can accept you saying you like him and then telling him why you can't be with him, but he can't accept you saying you don't like him, keeping it bottled up inside without communicating, just silently brooding and letting your thoughts wander, and finally coming back to say that you love him too much to say it.

He clearly likes her but doesn't dare to say it, caught in his own thoughts—

Such people ultimately love themselves, not others.

I love the version of myself that I imagine deeply loves the other person.

Bai Weiran is very smart; he will see through this. If you are the kind of person who likes to stubbornly refuse to admit it, then you will be in trouble.

He'll just give you this duck to make duck necks.

To win over Bai Weiran, you have to be direct and persistent.

She understands very well! Because she has always been by Bai Weiran's side and received the most care from him.

She had also heard a lot about Bai Weiran from Shi Mo.

Know yourself and know your enemy —

Bai Weiran, who was in the tea room, paused for a moment after putting a tea bag into the hot water.

It's strange, I always feel like someone is watching me.

Guoguo happened to arrive as well, and upon seeing Bai Weiran staring blankly, she nudged him in the back with her elbow, the one holding the cup.

"What are you doing? Staring blankly first thing in the morning? Have you gone crazy from staying up all night? My dear son, be careful, or you'll end up paying for a hair transplant!"

As she spoke, she went to the tea bag section to pick and choose, selected a bag of black tea, poured hot water into it, and then threw a large amount of dried rose petals into the tea, making it about half a cup of rose petals.

Guoguo's wasteful way of drinking tea made Bai Weiran repeatedly wonder if she was brewing tea or making soup.

Today's work wasn't too demanding; most of it had already been handed over to QA for testing, and the atmosphere between the two of them was much better.

For the first month and a half, the work schedule was very tight, and we only talked about efficiency when we met, so it was very stressful.

The project has a streamlined workforce, with half of the staff being veterans who previously worked with Dong Zhengyuan.

Elderly person (incorrect)

Old scoundrel (correct)

After all, incompetent leaders are best at driving away talented subordinates.

Gresham's Law applies here: bad money drives out good. As a result, fewer people were able to do the work in this project, leaving behind a bunch of oddballs—the term "oddballs" was coined by Guoguo.

We have a top student like Luo Qi who doesn't play games.

There are also those who are depressed and inefficient, working long hours but achieving only half the efficiency of others, often working overtime until 11 or 12 o'clock every day.

There are also some old slackers who believe that the more they do, the more mistakes they make; the less they do, the fewer mistakes they make; and if they do nothing, they make no mistakes. As a result, they work incredibly slowly.

Bai Weiran also had to plan and adjust the project direction, and often couldn't manage the work coordination between different functions in the project in detail. As a result, many work conflicts were reported to Guoguo. Even Guoguo, who has such a good temper, was provoked to lose her temper five times in one month, slamming her fist on the table and arguing with the programmer.

Bai Weiran had always known this and was grateful. He raised his glass, and Guoguo clinked glasses with him.

"Thanks a lot."

"My dear son, don't be so polite. Don't forget to give me a five-star review when you do your performance review. I'll be so grateful."

Bai Weiran laughed.

They clinked glasses, then stood side by side against the bar, neither of them saying a word.

It wasn't an awkward silence, nor was it a cold war; it was just exhausting.

Overworked office workers, when they finally get a break, all they want to do is relax and unwind.

Chatting also requires energy.

"Have you been busy these past few days?" Bai Weiran asked.

Guoguo looked exhausted; she had clearly been practicing her cultivation again last night.

"No, I got off work at eight o'clock yesterday." Guoguo waved her hand.

Guoguo had been exhausted for many days and originally wanted to go home and have a good sleep. She took a shower at nine o'clock and went to bed. She originally planned to watch a few videos and then go to sleep, but as she watched, she became more and more energetic. Guoguo casually opened her reader group, which she hadn't checked in for a while, and greeted them.

Readers knew she was busy with work, so most of them offered their polite and warm greetings.

While chatting in the group, a reader added her. At first, he seemed very polite and courteous, saying he wanted to ask some questions about writing. Guoguo is a warm-hearted person, so she accepted his request.

As their conversation progressed, it took a turn for the worse.

There's no first place in literature, but there's a second place in martial arts. At first, the other party was asking for advice, but later it became giving guidance.

Instead, they harshly criticized Guoguo's writing, saying it lacked literary merit, depth, and social commentary.

It made people angry.

Guoguo and the other party had a fierce argument, which lasted from 10 p.m. until 1 a.m., and they finally stopped arguing by blocking each other.

After listening, Bai Weiran had only one conclusion.

"It seems you've been under a lot of pressure lately."

Normally, Guoguo would probably be more composed.

But when people are tired, they are also more likely to lose their temper.

"Indeed, but my principle is, curse if you want to. If you take a step back and get angrier the more you think about it, why should I be the only one who's angry and he's not? If we're going to die, we'll die together! Nobody will have a good night tonight!" Guoguo clenched her fist indignantly. Just then, a programmer came over to pour water, glanced at her in surprise, and, not understanding what was going on, quietly slipped away.

"Thank you for your hard work. I'll treat you to dinner tonight. Shall we invite Ah Chao along?"

"Holy crap, this is so rare! Shouldn't I give you, Producer Bai, a good beating? King crab, Wagyu beef, get them all! I'm going to rinse my mouth with bird's nest!"

Bai Weiran thought Guoguo was joking.

Who would have thought that Guoguo really wouldn't hold back and planned to give him a good beating. She found a high-end buffet restaurant in the city that was 15 minutes away on a small review platform.

"I feel bad for you, Brother Weiran. I think it's too expensive. How about I pay for mine myself?"

Ah Chao's politeness was thwarted by Guo Guo.

"No, if you're going to make a move, you have to make it before it happens. If you do, I'll be so embarrassed!" Guoguo said seriously.

She felt guilty for extorting money on her own, but with two people, they would be accomplices, and she wouldn't allow Ah Chao to run away at the last minute.

Ah Chao wanted to say something, but Bai Weiran stopped him with a smile.