Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

"It's so cold here!" she muttered, but she was too reluctant to leave, still gazing at the beautiful scenery of the fine snow on the tall buildings.

He turned around and found Qin Ning standing behind him, his face full of surprise.

"Ningning, why did you come out? It's so cold outside. You should go inside quickly. Aren't you the one who's most afraid of the cold?"

Seeing that Qin Ning didn't move, the little girl, with a serious expression, put her hands on her hips and began to scold him in a grand manner.

"You need to understand that you can only work well if you have a healthy body. Ningning is still the boss of the company, and many people in the company rely on you. You need to be healthy so that everyone can feel at ease. Being healthy is the greatest responsibility you can take to yourself!"

Bai Weiran said this when he was scolding Mengmeng for staying up all night playing games.

Mengmeng leaned against the balcony, tilting her head to look down. Her pretty little face was adorned with delicate features as she muttered to herself.

"Actually... I used to be a bad person too, I liked to stay up all night playing games."

“I always feel palpitations after staying up all night, but I still want to do it. Anyway, I feel that life is meaningless. My heart is naturally weak, and I can't even be like a normal person. It's like a time bomb in my body. One day it will suddenly be in a bad mood and explode, and I, Mengmeng, will just close my eyes and die.”

"The thought that day might come at any time makes me want to live recklessly today, because death and tomorrow are unpredictable—"

"Mengmeng used to think, 'I might as well die—'"

Qin Ning, unable to bear it any longer, interrupted.

"Don't talk nonsense! You're perfectly fine! What are you talking about dying tomorrow?"

"This cold wind must have made you sick of your brain to say such things. Elbow, come inside with me!"

Without a word, she pulled him into the warm room, and only then did Qin Ning realize what was happening, feeling quite annoyed.

Why did I bring people in here?!

She should be blown to death by the wind!

Aunt Chen emerged from the kitchen, carrying a tray with a teapot and two teacups, steaming hot, and beaming with smiles.

"Here, have some black tea to warm your stomach."

Qin Ning was a little flustered. She picked up the teacup, about to drink, when she suddenly stopped when she smelled the aroma.

"Aunt Chen, which jar of black tea did you open?"

"The second one from the left in the cabinet, I see such good black tea sitting there unbrewed, it's such a waste."

Before Aunt Chen could finish speaking, Qin Ning's hand slipped in a strange way, and the teacup fell out of her hand. Mengmeng pouted and blew on the hot tea, about to drink it, when suddenly the teacup was knocked away. The two expensive bone china teacups collided in mid-air with a clang and fell to the ground, splashing hot tea and making Mengmeng scream in fright.

Qin Ning rushed forward immediately.

"Did you get burned? Could you have gotten burned? Let's go rinse it with water right away! We're not drinking this black tea anymore, it's bad luck, Aunt Chen, throw it all away!"

Aunt Chen responded, watching Qin Ning hurriedly pull the person away, and she was quite puzzled.

Something's weird tonight.

I can't quite put my finger on what's strange about it.

She returned with the cleaning tools, ready to clean up the broken teacup, but upon closer inspection, she squatted down and exclaimed in surprise.

"That's strange, is there really such a thing?"

The delicate teacups should have shattered at the slightest touch, but these two teacups landed on the soft, white carpet during the process, and miraculously came together, gently caught by the carpet, remaining completely intact.

The water splashed and scalded her small, fair hand, leaving it red and swollen—a shocking sight.

Seeing Qin Ning's gloomy expression as she held her hand in the mirror, Mengmeng rolled her eyes and comforted her instead.

"I'm not in pain, Ningning, I'm not afraid of pain."

"This is nothing compared to heartache; I can endure pain very well."

Qin Ning glared at her resentfully.

"...Shut up! Shut up!"

The little girl had no choice but to shut up.

But she was noisy and couldn't sit still; she started muttering to herself again after a while.

"Don't worry, I said I used to want to die, but I don't anymore!" Mengmeng reflected on her words and realized that she had said something wrong.

Bai Weiran once said, "If you hurt yourself, only the people who truly love you will get hurt along with you."

Unrelated people are just happy to see you make a fool of yourself.

Ningning was worried about herself, so when she said those things, she was also hurt.

"I have someone I like, Ningning, and everyone waiting for my live stream. I'm happy every day now! Really!"

Qin Ning remained silent for a long while before finally uttering a single sentence.

"Hmph, who cares about your happiness? I wish tomorrow were your last day."

Qin Ning's Plan A has failed!

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There will be another update later tonight!

Pink-haired, delicate, and petite Nozomi character design

Younger than average age, the same age as Nana, AI-generated image.

I forgot to post it before (o'▽｀o)

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Chapter Twelve: The Making of a Yandere Idol (Part 1) (3K)

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As soon as Bai Weiran heard the message, he saw Nana pointing at a tattered performance costume and belting out a high note. If he hadn't heard it with his own ears, it would have been hard to imagine that a little girl could make such a loud sound. Bai Weiran had no doubt that if this sound wave could affect reality, all two rows of mirrors in the performance preparation room would have been damaged and would have cracked.

Xiao hope sat in the chair, silently bowing her head as she looked at her performance costume.

Bai Weiran thought it was outrageous.

Such a small group of people, yet they cause as much trouble as the endless stinky farts after having diarrhea.

I thought Xiaoxi's task would be much easier with help, but I never expected that things would never end once she started participating in the talent show recording.

They deliberately put a drug in the water to make Xiaoxi mute, intending to ruin her voice.

He planned to have someone bump into Xiaoxi and take suggestive photos from a tricky angle, intending to completely ruin her image.

Now that his performance costume is ruined, Bai Weiran considers it a minor matter.

This also shows how fierce the competition is among young girls in this world who want to debut.

He was supposed to be taking action to protect himself from scumbags, but instead he's become a wonderful babysitter.

The Godfather is at least a father figure, an active guide who intervenes, while the nanny is there to clean up the mess.

Bai Weiran frowned, raised his hand, and the performance costume underwent a glamorous transformation before returning to its original state.

"They've gone too far, Mr. William! This isn't Xiaoxi's fault—" Nana recounted everything from girl A's conspiracy to girl B's framing and then to girl C's jealousy, the relationships a complete mess, a real-life chaotic battle of scheming among the girls. As she got excited, the lights in the performance room flickered, and Bai Weiran's phone started buzzing and reporting an error again.

Bai Weiran had no choice but to go along with her, comforting and coaxing her.

Gaga had warned him that if there were too many errors, it would attract the attention of the platform and the task might be forcibly closed.

Bai Weiran understood this logic. When a bug could not be fixed and could not be ignored, the development team would resort to drastic measures—deleting the entire code.

Nana is the bug in this world.

Nana's heart is only for Xiaoxi.

If Bai Weiran ignores the error report and doesn't come over, Nana will continue to go berserk.

Although Bai Weiran possesses superhuman strength, he cannot control or reject bugs.

During the recording of the show, Xiaoxi performed well, but some people couldn't stand it and resorted to underhanded tactics.

"Stop standing there, get ready to go on stage." Bai Weiran saw that Xiao hope wasn't moving and took the initiative to show up and give instructions.

The pink-haired girl suddenly raised her head. Her violet eyes had lost their shine, but they were still watery, with red corners.

"Hey, the person you were talking about before, is it Nana?"

"Did Nana send you?"

Her tone was soft, uneasy, and hesitant.

Nana was overjoyed upon hearing this and ran to Xiaoxi's side, dancing with excitement.

"Yes, it's me, it's definitely me! Xiao hope, you finally found me, Mr. William! Tell her I'm right here, I'll protect her for the rest of my life—"

Bai Weiran shrugged.

"No, what era are we living in? Surely no one still believes in superstitions and supernatural phenomena?"

"Believe in science and you'll live forever, haven't you heard?"

Eat my big stick and shatter the girls' friendship.

Xiao hope was stunned for a moment, and the next second the lights in the performance preparation room started flashing wildly.

Bai Weiran witnessed firsthand how the little girl transformed into a pink-haired horror, her hair covering her face, revealing only one bloodshot eye, and emitting a chilling scream.

"Why did Mr. William lie to Xiao Xi?"

"Little—hope—ah—"

If Xiaoxi could see or hear, she would probably be scared to death by Nana.

Bai Weiran thought that he probably wouldn't be able to watch horror movies for a long time.

We've had enough of the special effects on set, but the staged scenes in the movie lack polish.

In this eerie atmosphere, Xiaoxi was surprised to forget her fear. She looked at the flickering lights, even though she couldn't see anything—tears suddenly streamed from her usually misty, lifeless eyes.

"...Nana, are you here?"

The flashing lights stopped.