Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Xiao hope and Nana both thought that Bai Weiran was trying to win people's hearts, but Bai Weiran shook his head and said it was half and half.

Half of it was calculated, and half was genuine.

There's an old saying in my hometown: "To claim credit for the work of others as one's own."

He was on the balcony, explaining the treasures of China to the yandere girl.

"It's not just about knowing that the times create heroes. A person's success is inseparable from the right time and place. There's another thing to remember: you may have talent, but that talent doesn't belong to you. It's because among a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand people, God has given you a share of their talents, making you stand out."

Xiao Xi looked intently at Bai Weiran, her eyes deep, listening attentively to the lecture.

"Xiao hope, your talent is probably one in a hundred thousand."

"This should not be interpreted as you winning against 100,000 people. Rather, it is these 100,000 people who lost your environment, talent, and benefactors. You gained these things, which made you who you are today."

"Then it's reasonable to return these surplus resources you've received to society."

"It's not about making you feel guilty towards others, but it's also unnecessary to have a condescending attitude towards those above you."

Just remember, don't take credit for others' work and think it's your own.

He wanted Xiao Xi to increase public support, but more importantly, he wanted to calm her heart, which was already pounding in the eye of the storm.

The girl turned her gaze away from Bai Weiran, leaned over the edge of the balcony, and looked out into the distance.

Bai Weiran leaned against the balcony, looking out to the side. Xiao hope and Nana stood on either side of him, facing the view outside.

“I will remember, Mr. William,” Xiaoxi said earnestly, the wind lifting her long pink hair.

"I will remember this for the rest of my life."

There was that Jade Prince, who was already quite old, still indulging in the dream of fortunes changing every thirty years; and there was also that sickly young girl, who, at a young age, knew not to take credit for others' work and make it her own responsibility.

Who says a yandere can't love their country and care about the people?

It's hard to say about people—

**

Brother Weiran is working so hard to spread the light of China in another world. His warmth makes me cry. I want to vote for him!

A yandere girl, the plot unfolds!

Chapter 45 He Carried the Yandere Girl on His Back (Part 1)

The white-haired female psychologist put down the plate full of cookies, adjusted her wool shawl, smiled kindly, and sat down gracefully.

“You said you liked these cookies before, and since you were coming this time, I made some more for you.”

Mengmeng cheered and reached out to grab them, one in each hand, as the little birds pecked at them.

Eat the right side, then eat the left side.

Bai Weiran took a look and saw that the handmade cookies had different flavors and different dried fruits on them. The dried fruits were baked until they shrank slightly and looked like small gems in the sunlight.

"I'm sorry for troubling the doctor before."

Dr. Youan was watching Mengmeng eat cookies when he heard this and shifted his gaze to Bai Weiran.

This weekend, Bai Weiran made another appointment for Mengmeng to see Dr. You'an.

First, androphobia is a psychological disorder. Since it is an illness, there is nothing wrong with seeking professional help. Second, if you connect the dots, you can understand that Mengmeng's previous episode was all an act.

Dr. Youan was initially frightened by the yandere girl for no reason, but later he took the initiative to call her several times to inquire about Mengmeng's situation. He is truly a doctor with a conscience.

Upon hearing this, Dr. Youan blinked. Although his head was completely white and his face was full of wrinkles, his blink had a touch of girlish charm.

"What trouble are you talking about, Mr. Bai? I don't know anything about that."

As she spoke, she glanced at Mengmeng with a smile, and the white-haired girl blinked and chuckled along.

"Yeah, Bai Weiran, what are you saying? We don't understand."

Bai Weiran: ………………

Dr. Youan, on the other hand, spoke up for Mengmeng, defending her in every way.

Bai Weiran had to admit something.

Although Mengmeng seems boisterous and acts without thinking, she has a kind of magic that makes people unconsciously side with her. She has a kind of empathy and gentleness hidden under her mischievous face, and her red eyes always secretly observe people in a gentle way amidst her commotion.

The more open, bright, and kind a person is, the more they can appreciate Mengmeng's goodness.

He glanced at Dr. You'an, then at Mengmeng, and finally shrugged, giving up on finding out the truth about what happened that day.

Dr. Youan brewed some herbal tea and chatted with the two of them in a gentle voice.

Psychotherapy doesn't preach any grand principles, nor does it offer specific advice on how to proceed in life.

She gently and subtly guides people's thoughts to deeper levels, helping them find the root cause of the problem from memories or even deeper levels. With a gentle twist of that switch, she can make people feel more relaxed and at ease.

Bai Weiran never felt that he had a lot of work pressure.

But during the afternoon's conversation, he felt a strange sense of comfort, like the flowers and leaves in a teapot being steeped in hot water, slowly unfurling and relaxing his body and mind.

Humans are prone to self-deception; just because you don't feel it doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

As they chatted, Bai Weiran unconsciously sank her back into the sofa, feeling herself enveloped by the soft beige fabric. Listening to Mengmeng and Youan laughing and talking, they seemed like a grandmother and granddaughter at times, an older sister and younger sister at others, and then like two young girls chatting.

When his consciousness went blank and his thoughts completely stopped, he suddenly remembered his grandmother.

Bai Weiran's grandmother passed away very early, before he started elementary school.

When he was a child, he would only go back to his hometown occasionally, greet the elders, but he didn't spend much time with them, so he couldn't say that he had any deep feelings for them. Bai Weiran only remembered that he was a gentle person and that he sounded about five or six parts like Dr. You An.

Although she was very gentle, it's a pity that Bai Weiran couldn't feel the tenderness within that gentleness at the time.

More often than not, he stared at her with the unfamiliar look one might give an elderly neighbor.

He recalled a rare occasion when his parents left him to stay at their hometown for a few days—

He didn't like being with familiar strangers, so he spent all his time outside.

At that time, he met someone—

"Hey—Ran, come play—?"

Bai Weiran suddenly opened her eyes.

All the sounds around him returned instantly. He heard Mengmeng and Doctor Youan talking, smelled the fragrance of flowers, herbs and tea leaves brewing in the teapot, and the sweet, mouthwatering aroma of biscuits in the air. He leaned back in the soft, cloud-like sofa.

But a bead of cold sweat slowly seeped from his forehead.

What flashes through my memory is too fleeting to capture.

It was as if something was locked deep inside, and the shackles of memory loosened for a moment.

He frowned and pondered for a few seconds, but the feeling came too quickly, too fast for him to think about. The more he tried to capture it, the more it slipped through his fingers like sand.

The yandere girl who was chatting paused for a moment, suddenly stopped the conversation and turned to look at him, her face showing more caution. She leaned closer and rested on his arm.

"Bai Weiran?"

Even when he simply called his name, Bai Weiran could sense the gentle inquiry within it.

"I am fine."

Mengmeng pursed her lips and looked at him. Suddenly, she stretched out her slender white fingers and gently touched his cheek. The cold sweat that had appeared was silently wiped away by her warm fingers.

Xx

Bai Weiran carried Mengmeng slowly down the street. The white-haired girl was on his back, her little hands wrapped around his neck from behind, crying softly.

"...Waaaaah, my butt hurts so much, Bai Weiran!"

Bai Weiran was quite helpless.

"...Who told you to be twisting and jumping around on the street?"

As they left Dr. You'an's house, the air outside was clear and cold, with no wind and gentle sunlight. Mengmeng suggested that they not call a car and walk to the bus stop, which was a bit far away. Bai Weiran agreed, and Mengmeng happily skipped along the way, ignoring Bai Weiran's reminders to be careful.

In this weather, the thin layer of water on the roadside froze into ice, making it very slippery. Mengmeng slipped and fell.

She didn't twist her ankle, but she fell on her bottom and cried while clutching her little bottom, demanding to be carried.

Bai Weiran could only carry her on his back, and the two continued walking towards the bus stop.

"But it hurts so much! My butt really hurts!"

I've been walking for a few minutes and I keep crying out in pain. Could I have broken a bone?

Bai Weiran became alert. "Does it still hurt? Should we go to the hospital for a checkup?"

"Bai Weiran, can you rub my butt?" she asked, pushing her luck.

"I think it won't hurt if you rub it."

"…………"

Okay, it seems the pain has subsided.

Bai Weiran ignored her and continued walking forward. The sickly girl was not annoyed that he did not reply. She happily hummed a song while lying on his back. Suddenly, she pounded her little fist to make him stop. Bai Weiran was puzzled. When he stopped, he looked up and saw small icicles hanging on the bare branches by the roadside.

It's cold now, so it's not surprising to see icicles hanging from the eaves and trees in the early morning.

But most of these icicles melt after sunrise, and it's quite rare to see them still standing now that it's afternoon.

Mengmeng straightened up from his back, put one hand on his shoulder, and went to break off the icicle closest to them.

Unfortunately, it was just a little short; I could never quite reach it.

Bai Weiran simply put her down, moved to the front to hold her, and tried to lift her higher.

He soon realized it was a bad idea.

Chapter 46 He Carried the Yandere Girl on His Back (Part 2) (2 Updates, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

The girl's body was soft and warm. She twisted her body and stretched upwards with all her might. There was no erotic or overly deliberate attempt to bring her chest to her face. Instead, facing her flat and gentle waistline, and pressing her face against her through her clothes, gave her a gentle and reassuring feeling of burying her face in her arms. She smelled of sweet cookies.

She was still vigorously rubbing his head, making his hair a mess.

Suddenly, Mengmeng kicked her little feet and then, with a burst of strength, broke off an icicle from a tree branch. But the force of her sudden lunge was too great, and Bai Weiran couldn't hold on. He staggered two steps and fell backward, but even as he fell, he didn't forget to hug Mengmeng and protect her with his own body.

Even after he fell, Mengmeng was still nestled in his arms, giggling.