Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

The chocolate pressed against my chest, and my heart began to beat slightly faster.

"Mengmeng, I've never understood why Bai Weiran seems to have trapped himself in a box?"

"Bai Weiran, it's okay to be willful, it's okay to want things. Bai Weiran has lived his life like an old-fashioned man, but Mengmeng is still a child, so Mengmeng doesn't understand anything, like health, cheap, expensive, handmade or riverside restaurant, but Mengmeng just needs to know that you like it—"

"You clearly saw this chocolate just now, didn't you?"

Both maturity and immaturity have their own advantages and disadvantages.

The former is considerate and thoughtful, while the latter is reckless and impulsive.

They influence each other and coexist in this world.

Bai Weiran suddenly realized a kind of happiness.

It's been a long time since I felt this simple, heartfelt warmth.

He couldn't help but laugh out loud. He reached out his free hand and pulled Mengmeng, who was standing a step higher than him, into his arms. Mengmeng was originally only up to his shoulder, but now they were standing face to face on the steps. She opened her eyes wide, smiled, leaned on Bai Weiran's shoulder, and looked mischievously at the back of his head before wrapping her arms around him.

"Mengmeng is just wonderful!"

Bai Weiran gently embraced her and remained silent for a long while, then suddenly felt embarrassed and his face flushed.

"Actually, I also had a gift for you."

But now, he felt embarrassed to bring out the warm atmosphere.

Xx

The gift he prepared for Mengmeng was a set of study materials.

Mengmeng is going to school; this is a gift that's so reasonable it's almost boring.

The Bullet Memory Notebook is made of high-grade imported paper, and its most valuable item is an imported fountain pen.

That pen was very beautiful, with a rose gold body and tapering ends. It wasn't as light as a typical ballpoint pen, but its weight made it comfortable and just right to hold.

“I went to a specialty store and asked the clerk to pick one out for me, one that’s for girls,” he said. At that moment, the two of them were sitting on a bench in a nearby park, watching Mengmeng take out a pen and stare at it under the streetlight.

It's a limited edition collaboration with a brand.

The pen's body is cleverly adorned with tiny crystals.

He showed Mengmeng how to use it, filled it with ink, and watched her write on the blank space at the end of the notebook.

"Fountain pens are known as 'ten-thousand-year pens' because they can be used for a very long time."

I hope to be with you for a long time, and to study hard.

Bai Weiran didn't say this aloud.

He had originally intended to say that to Mengmeng, but now he took it back.

He felt that by saying this, he was scolding her for doing things.

But Mengmeng also has her own cleverness, using her own methods to fight and waving her little fists at the world.

Mengmeng is his equal.

It's just that the two of them are standing on different steps right now, and she will eventually grow up.

They kept reminding her to study, kept reminding her to think about the future, and it seemed like they were forcing her to grow up.

Bai Weiran leaned back in his chair, gazing up at the cold crescent moon in the sky.

Suddenly I felt my right hand being pulled over, my palm facing upwards, and a tingling sensation.

She doodled in his palm with a pen, and when she saw him curiously peeking over, she reached out and covered his eyes.

"Don't look! This is a mysterious talisman."

Bai Weiran can only serve as a dutiful canvas.

But he is not a real canvas; he has feelings.

Mengmeng drew a small umbrella in his palm and wrote their names under the umbrella.

[Yu Mengmeng], [Bai Weiran]

What kind of fantasy is this? She's been spending all her time on her tablet watching these things instead of playing games lately.

But he was amused by this imaginative approach and laughed.

After finishing her drawing, Mengmeng clenched her fist and solemnly instructed Bai Weiran not to peek.

"If you peeked, your punishment is that you'll have to stay with Mengmeng for the rest of your life."

"...What if we don't peek?"

"As a reward, you can spend the rest of your life with Mengmeng."

Yandere logic.

Bai Weiran sat down, while Mengmeng put both of her little feet on the bench, leaned against Bai Weiran's arm, looked at the pen under the streetlight, and hummed a song that was out of tune.

"Hey, Bai Weiran."

"Ah."

"Before you go to school, Mengmeng has something to tell you."

"You said."

"My dear, I've never felt like you stole my life—"

"…………"

"………………!?"

Bai Weiran was startled and turned to look at the girl, only to see her looking up at him with her bright red eyes narrowed and smiling.

"Bai Weiran has always been very good to Mengmeng, especially very good to her."

“Mengmeng knows that it’s because Bai Weiran feels guilty. Bai Weiran thinks Mengmeng is weak and pitiful, so he has always been good to Mengmeng.”

"Mengmeng can even eavesdrop on what Bai Weiran is thinking."

"Ah~ Mengmeng is so pitiful. Mengmeng has left her own world. She is an underage student with no identity and no relatives or friends by her side. I promised to let her stay. She only has me left, so I must be good to her."

The yandere is the most perceptive; she knew that Bai Weiran's doting affection was tinged with pity.

She cleverly used and enjoyed this pity to gain more benefits.

But they also realized that this pity couldn't be maintained indefinitely in a vague way.

Otherwise, in Bai Weiran's heart, she would always be that vulnerable, adorable girl who was like a daughter and a younger sister at the same time.

If she had never met Su Cheng or Xia Yanle, perhaps Mengmeng would have thought that this situation was good.

She will cherish the memory of Bai Weiran for the rest of her life.

But she had been in love with Su Cheng, and knew that it was only temporary. She had seen what it meant to be on par with an ideal type.

She knew she had to break through the ambiguity and move up a level to make Bai Weiran take her seriously.

"Have you ever thought that if it weren't for you, Mengmeng might have had a more peaceful life?"

"No, not at all," Bai Weiran replied calmly.

"I don't make assumptions about things that have already happened."

“Very good.” Mengmeng looked away and twirled the pen in her hand.

"Now listen carefully to what I'm about to say, Bai Weiran."

The childish tone suddenly became very solemn and serious.

"Mengmeng knows very well what she is doing. Mengmeng is not the child you think she is. Mengmeng is growing up. Mengmeng likes you. Today's liking is in the chocolate. Tomorrow the chocolate may turn into something else, but Mengmeng's liking will always remain the same."

She stood up, her pink boots landing on the bench, raised her pen to the moon, and smiled smugly.

"I've decided, this will be Bai Weiran's White Valentine's Day return gift!"

"Mengmeng and Bai Weiran exchanged tokens!"

"Hehehe, Mengmeng is the first one!!"

Because by the time White Valentine's Day arrived, Mengmeng was no longer at home.

Bai Weiran also laughed.

My phone vibrated slightly in my pocket, and a message popped up.

[Lan Xia: Oh, I recently met an ordinary child too (rose) (rose) (smile) (smile) (heart) (heart)]

[Lan Xia: I had a lot of fun playing games with him.]

[Lan Xia: Today we're playing hide-and-seek, and I'm...it...is...it—]

[Lan Xia: Hey! Mr. Wei Ran, tell me, do you like playing hide-and-seek?]

Unlike the gentle breeze and bright moonlight on Bai Weiran's side.

In this special mission world, thunder roared, wind and rain raged, and the ground of the entire mountainous forest trembled with each strike of lightning.

Xia Yanle's figure floated like a ghost in the dark forest.

The rain poured down, but she remained completely dry. After finishing her message, she put one hand into her pocket.

"No way, no way, is that all you're capable of?"

"It's just a drizzle—"

As dawn broke, a deafening roar erupted, and lightning struck from a hundred meters away, splitting a large tree in two, leaving it charred and smoking.

"This can stop you?"

"I'll count to ten and give you a chance, or else I'll come find you—"

"Ten, nine, eight... three, two..."

The boy suddenly burst out from the bushes behind her, holding a sharpened wooden fork. Facing the woman with her back to him, he plunged it into her heart without hesitation.

"one!"

With the final countdown, she turned around in a flash, raised a finger, and touched the tip of the wooden fork. The entire painstakingly carved wooden fork instantly turned into powder.

She laughed.