Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

How did Bai Weiran manage to restrain himself from using his ability so effectively, instead of using it to shatter the heavens and the earth, run amok, and cause chaos?

She really wanted to make a scene.

The stone fell to the ground with a sudden movement. She picked up her phone and sent a message.

[Lan Xia: Hey, Mr. Wei Ran, what kind of child do you think you were when you were little?]

She suddenly remembered that the boy had been gone for quite a while, so she put her phone away and walked in the direction he had just gone.

But I didn't see anyone.

Xia Yanle, with her hands in her pockets, stopped under a tree, looking around.

Could he have hidden away and gotten sick? Should we fly up and find him?

Just as she was thinking this, she looked up and saw a match snap, and a fist-sized ball of burning material fell right in her face from above. The flames licked the fuel, emitting a foul odor of volatile liquid.

The boy squatted on the tree, his face, thin from days of imprisonment, gleaming in the firelight. He held a matchbox in his hand, and several round balls wrapped in cloth were placed among the branches.

*Snap*

He then lit a cloth bundle of dry branches and leaves soaked in fuel, and threw it down.

"When going on an adventure, fuel and matches are essential," he said, his eyes deep and devoid of light, his gaze fixed intently on Xia Yanle's position under the tree.

"Do you think I don't understand? You monsters, I'm just passing from one monster's hands to another—"

If you can't escape from a monster, you might as well fight back.

This is the profound lesson he has learned these past few days.

No matter how beautiful this woman is, or how cleverly she appeared and helped him, her purpose was self-evident when she refused to take him home and instead led him to a remote mountain wilderness.

No normal older sister would choose to imprison an ordinary little boy, right?

Moreover, she smelled of a monster; no matter how normal she pretended, she couldn't fool him.

Even if the flames don't kill it, they should still deal some damage to the monster!

Flames rushed towards him, and Xia Yanle's phone vibrated in his pocket, displaying a message to reply to.

[Weiran: What was I like when I was a child?]

[Wei Ran: ...I think he's just a very normal, ordinary kid, nothing particularly memorable.]

Flames engulfed and burned on the woman's body. The boy in the tree frowned, stopped throwing, and the next second his pupils dilated in surprise.

A fair hand emerged from the flames, parted to the side, and the flames vanished instantly. A sudden gust of wind arose in the forest, whipping her long hair into black flames. To the boy's astonishment, she smiled radiantly without warning, floated in front of him, and lifted his chin with her finger.

"Hey, that's it, that's the taste."

“Mr. Weiran, my dear, it’s perfectly normal, it’s just ordinary, Mr. Weiran—?”

Xx

My yandere friends, there will be another update this afternoon, but something came up and it will be a little later ヽ(°▽、°)ノ

Oh, I love Sister Xia so much, I love her so much!

Chapter Nine has a hidden bad woman!! (3K)

"Brother Weiran, Brother Weiran!?"

Ah Chao called out twice, but Bai Weiran's eyes remained fixed on the phone screen, motionless.

What's wrong with Weiran? Is it stuck, bugged, or crashed?

AI robot Bai Weiran, have you finally revealed your true colors?

Despite his wild guesses, he still reached across the table and gently nudged Bai Weiran's shoulder.

With just a gentle push, Bai Weiran sprang up from his seat.

He took two steps back and stared at Ah Chao in astonishment.

Ah Chao was startled and gasped, patting his chest for a moment.

"Brother Weiran, you...you scared me!? Why is your face so pale? Are you not feeling well?"

Bai Weiran's gaze lingered on A-Chao's face for two seconds before shifting back to his phone.

It's still on the interface where messages are sent.

[Wei Ran: ...I think he's just a very normal, ordinary kid, nothing particularly memorable.]

He remembered that he had been in a meeting with Ah Chao early that morning when he saw the message and, distracted, casually typed it out.

Within seconds of sending the message, his mind suddenly went blank.

Very strange—

It was as if a bomb hidden deep within his consciousness, one he himself was unaware of, had suddenly been detonated, shattering his thoughts and consciousness. Then, from that moment of blankness, a faint, indifferent, laughing, and excited voice vaguely emerged.

"...My dear, very normal, very ordinary Mr. Weiran—?"

The terror that enveloped him in that instant made him want to hug himself, a chill creeping down his spine from the depths of his body, an uncontrollable sense of unease.

He seemed to be standing at the boundary between reality and subconsciousness; in reality, he knew he was safe, while in his subconscious, he was completely bound.

It was beyond his control.

That was him, but he couldn't control it. He could only watch helplessly, and then he began to tremble with fear, wondering when the bomb would detonate next.

Ah Chao was also surprised to see that Bai Weiran looked somewhat dazed.

He had stayed up with Bai Weiran until 2 a.m. several nights before, and he had never seen him so unfocused.

Or did I strike too hard with my palm?

As a programmer with an extremely high risk of sudden death from overwork, he recently started to improve his health by learning Tai Chi and practicing Qigong.

You haven't even had one lesson yet, and you already know qigong?

Bai Weiran wiped his forehead and found it was covered in cold sweat. He leaned against the back of the chair for a while before he could regain some of his thinking ability from the tangled mess of thoughts.

"Sorry, what did you just say, Ah Chao?"

Ah Chao gave an awkward "oh".

So, Brother Weiran has completely forgotten his passionate 30-minute speech about system optimization?

He could only say it again.

However, Bai Weiran was clearly not paying attention, and he kept getting distracted while listening. A-Chao noticed this and stopped his speech.

"Brother Weiran, you don't seem to be feeling well. Why don't you... take a rest first?"

"If it really doesn't work, then you should take sick leave and go home!"

"Your health is the priority. The project is fine. I can wait for you."

Bai Weiran forced a smile and accepted A-Chao's kindness. He rested his elbow on the table, propped his forehead up, and took a deep breath, trying to calm his chaotic thoughts.

Seeing that Bai Weiran looked unwell, Ah Chao stopped talking about work and started tidying up his notebook while casually gossiping, trying to cheer him up.

"Brother Weiran, I remember someone left our project before the New Year, right? The one who confessed to the art girl, got dumped, and the whole company knew about it, Mr. Yuyu."

“I’ve heard a lot about him from my friends recently. He took on a lot of projects before and after the Lunar New Year, including my friend’s project. He complained that his interviews were terrible and kept complaining about his former company. He was so sarcastic and didn’t hold back, which made many people dislike him.”

In the workplace, complaining about your former employer is a major taboo.

You can talk about them like this today, and you can reveal our secrets to us like this tomorrow.

Every family knows they have a messy account, but what they need is someone who understands the rules and doesn't expose their messy account.

It's perfectly normal to seek other opportunities due to disagreements with the project and personal career planning. Although it's official jargon, that's exactly what interviewers and HR managers want to hear.

This means you understand the rules of the workplace.

The classic tale of the 25th generation: a man who doesn't want to understand the ways of the world, a passionate old man.

"He hasn't found a new employer yet. I've heard that all the well-known companies have rejected him for their projects, and there's no news from him now. He's probably interviewing with some unknown startups."

Every year, many new internet companies are established, but they often don't survive for more than a year or two.

Ah Chao said this with a hint of schadenfreude. He had heard Guo Guo tell him the whole story of why Er Wu left, and he wished he had been in the group at the time and given that guy a couple of punches.

Who do you think you are, daring to yell at my brother Weiran about the state of affairs?

He originally wanted to make Bai Weiran happy, but after saying it, he saw that Bai Weiran had no reaction at all. She just rested her forehead on her hand and casually responded. He thought about it and then took back the few sarcastic words that followed.

It must be that Brother Weiran doesn't like to hear these things.

Brother Weiran is a magnanimous man; he has long forgotten that petty person and only has the project and work on his mind. On the other hand, he is narrow-minded and still thinking about someone who can never come back.

Out of respect for Bai Weiran, Achao reflected on himself and decided to start anew from now on.

To become a "top-notch, super A-Chao".

In fact, although Bai Weiran heard it, he only felt that A-Chao's voice was buzzing and indistinct, as if it were in water, gurgling and bubbling.

Ah Chao specially escorted Bai Weiran back to his workstation, not to flatter his boss, but to admire the virtual streamer standee he had placed there, and then became deeply saddened.

Waaah, I heard the streamer is going to study, so updates will be monthly from now on.

Updates changed from weekly to monthly.

I'm so sad, I'm going to die if no streamer watches me.

Bai Weiran sat down at his workstation and glanced at the life-size cardboard cutout. Suddenly, he felt his heartbeat slow down a little.

He gently touched his clitoris, and the strange feeling deep in his consciousness gradually dissipated.

A few minutes later, the workaholic Bai Weiran was back.

The sun rises to its zenith and then slowly sets in the west.

Xx

Today I'm going to the supermarket with Bai Weiran!

While humming a song, Mengmeng put on a pair of pink little boots.

Qin Ning lay on the sofa, hugging a cushion, and turned to look at her with a puzzled expression.

"I really don't understand, why go to the supermarket? Why not just order takeout?"