Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

If you push Bai Weiran off the top floor, even if his body is completely dead, his mouth might still be talking.

Whether he's dead or still has a stiff mouth, that's a real problem.

The matter of Qin Ning and Mengmeng leaving home to study was thus settled.

Bai Weiran also realized that the yandere would never stop fighting.

No matter how smiling and affectionate they are in front of you, acting like any other girl.

Then they turned around and started acting in Infernal Affairs.

Qin Ning felt a slight pang of guilt when Mengmeng cried, but when asked if she would do it again if she could do it all over again, Qin Ning answered decisively.

"Yes, absolutely."

"Why can't I get better, but she can?"

Feeling sad for you and fighting with you are two different things, and can be done simultaneously.

Yandere, distorted love, distorted friendship.

Xx

Bai Weiran leaned back, exhaled, and rubbed his eyes.

It was a quiet night, and they were all asleep in their bedrooms.

The time spent cleaning the house forced him to postpone his work schedule for the evening.

He glanced at his phone.

I stood up and poured myself a glass of water.

He likes to drink water from a clear, transparent glass, because it makes the water feel especially clean.

Halfway through his drink, he suddenly remembered that someone else also liked to drink water from a glass.

It's highly likely that this is the cup they used.

He went back to his computer, picked up his phone, and replied to a message.

[Bai Weiran: Being friends is fine too.]

Before I could even put my phone down, a reply came through.

Lan Xia: (Rose) (Rose) (Smile) (Smile) (Heart) (Heart)

Where did she learn this habit of perfunctorily repeating the same emojis in a group chat?

Clearly, the time she spent in this world wasn't just spent reading books.

[Lan Xia: There's a problem that's been bothering me for a while.]

[Lan Xia: My intelligent friend, Mr. Wei Ran, could you please enlighten me?]

[Bai Weiran: You say it.]

He stared at the "typing..." message flashing for a while.

Her replies were slow, but not long; so slow that it made one wonder if she typed them out one word at a time with one hand.

[Lan Xia: What kind of person do you think of him/her...?]

[Lan Xia: So, what makes someone the right person? (Smiling) (Smiling)]

[Bai Weiran: This is a very subjective question.]

[Lan Xia: It's okay, I just want to hear your subjective opinion.]

He remained silent for a few seconds before typing in the dialog box.

[Bai Weiran: To me, someone who isn't by my side, doesn't live in the same place, and I don't actually spend time with them is definitely not the right person.]

Lan Xia: Oh, really? (Smiles)

She didn't continue on that topic, but instead started talking about her own life.

My new university life is very enjoyable. The professor is a very cultured and knowledgeable elder with bright eyes.

I moved to a new rental apartment; it faces south and gets a lot of sunshine every day.

[Lan Xia: It's a bit too long, I'm not used to it.]

[Bai Weiran: Should we buy some blackout curtains?]

[Lan Xia: Your suggestion is good, but if I deliberately block out the sunlight, wouldn't that defeat the purpose of renting this place? Since I've paid for it, I should make the most of it.]

[Lan Xia: Houses facing south are 10% more expensive than the surrounding houses!]

Bai Weiran held his phone and chuckled softly at the complaint.

He didn't reply much, and she chatted casually about trivial matters, making up for the information she missed during that time.

Since neither of them needed much sleep, they had plenty of time late at night.

Intelligent, high-level hunters don't need tedious "guess who I am" games of probing and testing.

The conversation felt comfortable, like that between true friends, yet there was a distance between them.

We had spent time together, but we never truly opened our hearts to each other.

When you finally open your heart to someone, that moment is too fleeting; you can't savor it all.

That's how they ended up in their current situation.

At four in the morning, he put down his phone, lay down on the sofa, and suddenly laughed.

Does this situation qualify them as colleagues?

Bai Weiran thought, "That's not bad. She's a trustworthy person."

It's lucky for others to meet her too.

I wonder what kind of targets she'll encounter—

Xx

Xia Yanle held her phone, staring at a pop-up window that was flashing blue light.

[Special Designated Task]

A notification pops up when you swipe across it.

[System Reminder: Specially designated missions may involve consciousness intrusion and spacetime distortion; these are special missions that are not authorized for entry by unauthorized personnel.]

She pressed enter, and her slender figure suddenly appeared in an empty, dilapidated, and dimly lit factory. It was almost dawn, and several crows were cawing outside the window.

The boy, huddled in the corner, was asleep. His hands and feet were bound together with tangled ropes and wires. He had injuries on his face and looked quite disheveled.

The boy was about six or seven years old, but his pale features already hinted at what he would look like when he grew up.

Xia Yanle stared at him with great interest for two seconds, then squatted down and secretly reached out to poke the boy's face, who had finally fallen asleep, watching him struggle slightly, uneasy from being disturbed.

It turns out that fate is a magical cycle.

What do you think, Mr. Weiran?

The sound of an empty can being kicked echoed down the corridor, along with cheerful humming.

"Hey, Xiaoran, I'm here! I'm here again—let's play together today!"

Xia Yanle straightened up, staring at the dark doorway with a half-smile.

The morning light gradually brightened.

The boy opened his eyes in a daze—

**

In today's update, yanderes, can you guess what mission Xia-jie has taken on for her big-budget comeback? (*'▽｀)◇ゞ

Chapter Eight: My Dear Ordinary Person (4K)

The boy couldn't see Xia Yanle, but he felt his hands and feet were bound and numb.

He felt exhausted and lethargic because he hadn't eaten anything for the past two days except for tea and a little bit of cake that was so sweet it made his mouth water.

He leaned against the wall, his eyes half-closed, head bowed in thought.

The footsteps in the corridor grew closer.

The melodious and pleasant voices of young girls chatting.

"Xiao Ran—Xiao Ran—what should we play today?"

"—I've got it! How about a tea-drinking game?"

“Xiao Guang, I’ll be the mom, and Xiao Ran, you’ll be the dad.”

"Dad is in charge of making the tea. You didn't make it well last time, so you have to improve this time, understand? The temperature of the water is very important, the amount of tea leaves is very important, and the thought of the person drinking it is very important—hey~"

Xia Yanle remained invisible, leaning against the wall, watching with a smile.

Yandere people rarely show tenderness or pity, especially the rational type like her who likes to monitor others.

After all, she encountered an omnipotent, rational, and composed adult version.

Seeing this little boy struggling in such a sorry state, I felt a sense of superiority, finding it both funny and amusing.

In the soft morning light, a little girl with pigtails and a fluffy floral dress walked in. The morning light shone on the ends of her hair, making them look like honey amber, so sweet and reminiscent of liquid sugar.

She squatted down in front of the boy and held up a woolen doll as if presenting a treasure.

"Xiao Ran, look, I made a new rag doll."

"Hey, it's made in your image."

"Isn't that great!"

"Xiao Ran, don't you like plush toys? You always stop and look at them whenever you pass by the shop window—"

"I know, I've always known. I know everything about you because I've always been following you and watching over Xiaoran!"

"Xiao Ran, why won't you talk to me?"

Xiao Weiran did not respond, but stared coldly at the other person. The girl hugged the doll, frowning and looking aggrieved.