Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

They even forgot to send a message of condolence to Ms. Lin Luo, who had injured her cervical spine.

Her injuries weren't serious to begin with, and she was discharged from the hospital after a few days of rest.

Qin Ning pouted and leaned against the edge of the bedroom balcony, feeling a little unhappy.

He never showed up again.

I'm not missing that stinky kidnapper.

She just wanted to figure out what the masked man had done to her and how he had made her feel better so quickly.

The subsequent hospital tests showed no results related to the medication.

But Qin Ning was certain that she had been drugged.

She's not the type to let someone hit her and not fight back.

People have been sent to investigate the situation that day and the surveillance footage.

She leaned against the railing and looked down at the city for a while, the cool night breeze ruffling her hair.

“…that damn kidnapper,” she muttered under her breath.

But I don't even know why I'm cursing him, even though he saved me.

Finally, Qin Ning found a reason for herself.

Did he think that saving me once would absolve him of the sin of kidnapping?

Baka! Impossible, absolutely impossible!!

She wanted to settle accounts with him! She wanted to find an opportunity to uncover his identity and teach him a lesson.

She also read a lot of novels, and maybe the reason why this masked man always appears and disappears mysteriously and only acts at night is because his special ability has a time limit. Without his special ability, he would be just like an ordinary person, so he has to hide and wear a mask to conceal his identity.

She thought things through methodically, recalling the moment she caught the masked man, feeling as happy as if a hundred little doves were flying around in her heart. She was triumphant for successfully defeating him.

She imagined the scene, then turned around and was startled.

Bai Weiran appeared behind her without her noticing.

"You...you...what are you doing here?"

Bai Weiran glanced at her, his gaze traveling from her delicate face down to her thin-strapped, snow-white silk nightgown, which accentuated her slender and exquisite figure. Beneath the mask, he frowned.

"Class is starting, come with me."

"...??"

"Also, put on your coat."

Why wear a nightgown so seductively?

Wearing old clothes as pajamas is the ultimate way to dress.

Qin Ning's heart raced; she told herself it was the panic of facing an enemy.

Bai Weiran didn't say where he was going, but waited for Qin Ning to put on her coat, then stood on the balcony and reached out his hand to her.

This was after their first meeting when Bai Weiran took the initiative to touch her.

The girl's heart skipped a few beats.

“We have to go down from this balcony. Give me your hand, you choose one.”

The girl walked towards him, but stopped two steps away, turned her face away, and looked arrogant.

"Who wants to hold your hand?!"

“…Then let’s not hold hands anymore,” Bai Weiran said, decisively withdrawing his hand.

He could actually control Qin Ning to float and follow him, but he felt that would be a bit cruel. He still vividly remembered the girl's fragile and pale expression last time, so he thought of holding her hand to give her a sense of security.

If she doesn't appreciate it, that's fine too; just force her to float.

No sooner had Qin Ning's feet left the ground than she screamed in terror. Bai Weiran had no choice but to reach out and pull her back. The girl struggled like a drowning person, clinging tightly to him as a lifeline, refusing to let go.

"I have a fear of heights!" she declared emphatically, her voice sharp but her tone weak.

Bai Weiran slowly typed out a question mark.

Acrophobia? So you just looked out from the 32nd-floor balcony and saw nothing, huh?

However, he quickly gave up on dwelling on this minor issue because he had more important plans for the evening.

Qin Ning was carried across the city's night sky to the coast, to the bottom of a cliff by the sea.

Confused, she stopped and looked up, only to see a man hanging upside down, wearing a medical neck brace, his expression still trying to remain cold and stern.

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Chapter Twenty: I'll Teach You How to Be a Person

The sea breeze was blowing, and the waves were crashing against the shore, their sound never ceasing. In the open space below the cliff, exposed by the receding tide, Qin Ning sat in a chair, her hands neatly placed on her lap, her posture elegant, but her eyes could not hide her helplessness and panic.

I forgot to wear shoes when I went out, and now my two little white feet are bare, stepping on the fine sand of the beach. Every few waves, one of them washes over me, making my feet wet and slippery.

She looked at Lin Luo, who was hanging upside down, and then at the masked man beside her with his hands behind his back.

This silence has lasted for five minutes.

Those who were standing were alright, but Lin Luo, who was hanging, was in immense pain. His blood was rushing to his head, and he felt like he was about to have a brain hemorrhage.

He was resting in the ward when Chen Qianqian came to take care of him. Suddenly, the ward lights went out, and in the next instant, he floated up uncontrollably and flew out of the ward window. The masked man was waiting outside. In that instant, he actually had the thought of calling for help.

But he didn't shout in the end—that didn't fit his personality, which was unmoved by the eight winds and remained calm and composed in the face of anything.

A dark glint flashed in his eyes as he coldly looked back.

"What do you want?" His tone was sophisticated, aloof, indifferent, and almost ruthless.

Bai Weiran chuckled upon hearing this.

To show off, you need real skills. Otherwise, you can't expect a system or cheat codes to fall from the sky. If you have neither, then showing off isn't showing off, it's being stupid.

"I'll teach you a lesson." He replied to the idiot.

This sentence broke down Prince Emo's defenses.

Teaching someone how to be a decent person?

Who do you think you are? What right do you have to lecture me?

Prince Emo's greatest weakness is that he cannot accept advice, because no matter how he thinks about it, he is always right.

Those who want to give me advice have never suffered as I have, nor do they understand my pain. What gives them the right to criticize me from their high and mighty position?

While Bai Weiran was keeping him hanging on to pick up Qin Ning, Lin Luo had already replayed in his mind all the grievances he had suffered since childhood, from his family's bankruptcy to Qin Ning hiring him as a tutor—each and every one of them.

He was filled with resentment that he couldn't suppress.

Looking at the two people standing and sitting in front of him, he became even angrier. He still put on a brave face, but his eyes unconsciously revealed his anger.

Bai Weiran finally spoke.

"I guess you're probably very dissatisfied, feeling powerless and resentful towards the world."

"Whenever something goes wrong, you start thinking about all your past misfortunes. The more you think about it, the more unfortunate and aggrieved you feel, as if all the world's disasters have fallen on your head, and you are a lone hero carrying the burden of the times."

He paused.

"I'm also pretty annoyed with you, we both need to vent tonight."

He looked at Qin Ning.

"Today we're going to talk about a lesson that we haven't been able to explain in detail to you before."

Bai Weiran's voice was slow and deliberate.

The Master Confucius wrote in his book: "A gentleman who lacks gravity will not command respect, and his learning will not be solid."

Lin Luo was dumbfounded.

Is the masked man lecturing Qin Ning?

Moreover, I've never even heard of what they're talking about.

Seeing Qin Ning's obedient expression, he became even angrier, his jealousy overriding his principles of coldness.

"I am his teacher," he rebuked Bai Weiran.

"...I am Qin Ning's teacher. Who are you? You dare to challenge me?"

These words startled Qin Ning, causing her to lose her composure and feel a lingering unease.

Bai Weiran ignored him, raised his left hand, and squeezed it in mid-air. Lin Luo then realized that his voice was hoarse, and he could not make a sound when he opened his mouth. The microphone had been turned off.

Qin Ning's head was turned back by Bai Weiran's right hand.

“Listen carefully,” he said.

"Don't repeat yourself."

"Many people read 'If you are not serious, you will not be authoritative,' and misunderstand the meaning of this saying. Originally, being steady meant not talking much but being concise, but now it has become a stoic expression and a pretentious and empty principle. The reason for this is that the basis of being steady is wrong."

"What makes a person composed is that they understand their own principles and stand firm in upholding them—it's not about being quiet, putting on a mask, keeping a straight face, always having their hands behind their back, occasionally letting out a cold laugh, and not saying a word, making others guess their thoughts and act according to their expressions. That's not composure, that's pretense."

"You can clearly understand this person's principles and stance. It's not something that can be changed flexibly. Moreover, these principles of conduct will make you feel comfortable and at ease when you're with them. It's not like an addictive drug, nor is it like the mental pleasure you get after watching a top-notch movie."

Bai Weiran pointed at Lin Luo with his left hand.

"And this guy said he didn't like you, didn't want you, but what did he do when you were drugged?"

"He has lost even the most basic human respect."

"Yesterday he said he wasn't interested in you, but today you were drugged and instead of taking you to the hospital, he's enjoying your pleas." Bai Weiran shook his head.

"Such a person will inevitably have an unstable foundation in his studies. He is not serious, has no roots, and has no principles. Having principles does not mean being free from desires, but rather being able to choose and reject temptations. A person without principles will not be able to distinguish the direction when tempting winds blow from all directions. How can such a person do scholarship? Even if he does, it will all be nonsense."

“A gentleman who is not dignified will not command respect, and one who studies will not be firm in his convictions—this sentence should be read together with the following chapter, ‘Xiangdang’.”