Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

This is going too far with those young girls. Are all monsters like this?

Xia Yanle nodded, and with a wave of her hand, the self-heating hot pot that had been scattered on the ground automatically retracted, restoring the soup and ingredients to their original state, and gently landed on the stone.

"Not only am I a pervert, I'm also very devoted," she said, smiling happily.

"What I truly love will last a long time."

Before the boy's accusing finger could be raised, she slowly turned around and launched a surprise attack.

"Don't worry, I wasn't talking about you, I was talking about self-heating hot pot—"

They completely fooled people.

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My yandere friends, there's supposed to be another chapter this afternoon, but it'll be a little later (*'▽｀)◇ゞ

Chapter Thirteen: The Stars Are Watching You (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Xiao Weiran lay by the campfire, using his backpack as a pillow and a thin jacket as a blanket, staring at the flames with his eyes open.

Xia Yanle lay on the rock behind him, humming a song softly.

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are! They hang in the sky, watching over you, like many little eyes—"

Even while singing, they don't forget to keep an eye on people.

However, she sings quite well.

"...Do I sing well, Mr. Weiran?"

"..." He didn't answer, and closed his eyes.

"I know you're not asleep."

“It sounds better than mine,” he replied with his eyes closed.

Xia Yanle chuckled softly as she lay on the rock with her hands clasped over her abdomen.

He really sings terribly.

She overheard something while staying at his house, and it shocked her so much that she couldn't recover.

She sang a few more lines softly, then stopped and started chatting casually.

"Don't you feel uncomfortable bathing in the stream every day?"

"...The stream water is so cold, and there's no soap to use? How can you get your body clean?"

The boy, lying on his side on the ground, was speechless.

Who caused this?

It was because she wouldn't let him go home that he had to bathe in the stream in this desolate mountain wilderness.

Xia Yanle responded with an "oh".

That makes sense. It seems to be her fault, but—yandere people are willing to admit their mistakes but never change them.

"I can help you wash too." The unexpected remark startled the boy, who opened his eyes wide and froze, his face flushed red at the image it conjured. His mind raced as if a thousand rhinos were stampeding through his head, and he was rendered speechless.

A few seconds later, Xia Yanle said "oh" again.

"What I mean is, I can use my superpowers to help you get rid of all the dust and dirt on your body, like taking a bath—"

Super cleaning power, that's how convenient it is.

In Xiao Weiran's mind, all the rhinos jumped off a cliff and died.

It took him a long time to manage a response.

"...No need, I can wash it myself."

"But it's really clean. I can even help you with your clothes, so you don't have to sneak out in the middle of the night to wash and dry your underwear..."

"I really don't need it!!"

"Oh--"

Xia Yanle fell silent for a moment, pursed her lips, turned her blue eyes, and looked completely innocent.

If you don't want it, just say so. Why yell so loudly?

As a calm, highly intelligent, and possessive person, she has almost no sense of shame.

She hadn't actually considered that aspect when she made the suggestion, since from her perspective, what was so attractive about a little boy's body?

Just tease him, have a little fight, and see the multifaceted nature of him that he can't hide.

She was genuinely offering advice on behalf of Xiao Weiran.

With superpowers, bathing and laundry can be done instantly, which is very convenient.

But that only made him angry.

He had a rather bad temper when he was young, but it seems he has gradually calmed down as he grew up.

The two fell into an awkward silence for a few minutes, until Xiao Weiran couldn't stand it anymore and took the initiative to break it.

"Since you have such a convenient ability, why don't you use it for yourself?"

"…………? How do you know I didn't use it for myself?"

"...You always sneak away for half an hour to an hour after I fall asleep, and when you come back you smell of shower gel and shampoo."

Xia Yanle propped herself up and looked down, her face full of surprise.

"...How did you know I left when you were asleep?"

"…………I didn't sleep."

"So you're trying to run away?"

"I have indeed thought about it."

"Then why don't you run away? If you run away, we can play tag."

"Because I don't want to play tag with you, can you answer my question from the beginning now? If you have this ability, why did you sneak off to take a shower?"

Xia Yanle lay back down, gazing at the dazzling starry sky.

“Because I like taking baths,” she replied with a smile.

Taking a shower is Xia Yanle's way of relieving stress during long hours of high-pressure research and academic work.

She doesn't have many other forms of entertainment, but she still needs to relieve stress, stop her thoughts, and relax her mind.

She has a ritualistic approach to bathing; it must be in a bright bathroom, with lukewarm water and the familiar scents of shower gel and shampoo—these are essential to her every day.

Unlike Bai Weiran, who only enters the mission world after get off work every day, Xia Yanle never leaves this world from the moment the mission begins.

She thoroughly enjoyed the alternate world, her superpowered state, and the limited-time Bai Weiran.

The only reason she could leave was to take a shower and replenish her supplies—specifically, the self-heating hot pot.

As she spoke, she remembered something and brought it up to Xiao Weiran in a funny tone.

“I used to be criticized a lot.”

"What did they criticize you for?"

"They said my life was boring and that this way of relieving stress was meaningless, and then they all gave me advice without prior arrangement. Guess what it was?"

Xiao Weiran guessed a few, ranging from playing games to playing games, covering all types.

Of course, it all came to nothing.

"They suggested I start dating."

“Research is too tiring, just fall in love. Life is lonely, just fall in love. There’s no way to relieve stress, it’s not difficult, just fall in love.” Xia Yanle smiled with her lips pursed.

"So, what do you think of this suggestion?"

Unconsciously, she had long since broken free from the mindset of communicating with children, and it was as if she were chatting with the adult Bai Weiran through the eyes of a little Weiran.

The boy turned his back to her and remained silent for about a minute.

"I've never been in a relationship, so I don't know what love is all about."

"I don't know how to give you advice, but I think that according to this logic, the person who would say such things and give such advice must be a very irresponsible person."

"They can't manage themselves, so they place their expectations on others, hoping that others will solve their problems."

"—Or maybe they just want you to date them and think it's a waste that you're single. I don't know if this advice is right or wrong, but I'm sure it's wrong of people to give you this kind of advice! Because their starting point is for themselves, not for you."

Xia Yanle laughed.

Some people's thoughtfulness and intelligence can be seen from a young age.

"Yeah, you're right. Next time I see someone like that, I'll punch them all."

She had been misled by such words before, which is why she chose Qin Yun without much thought.

Then they found it tasteless, but too good to throw away.

But it's not necessarily all bad!

It was because of that kind of guy that Mr. Weiran was brought here.

That's how they met.

In this world, there is good and there is bad. How can we know what is good without comparison?

She started humming a song again.

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are! A sky full of little eyes, shining brightly, watching over you all the time—"

Little Weiran, carrying stones on his back, quietly closed his eyes and fell asleep to the sound of singing.

The singing faded away, and the figures on the rocks disappeared. The campfire burned, making a soft crackling sound.

The bushes in the distance stirred furtively, moving closer to the campfire.

One hundred meters, ninety meters, eighty meters, seventy meters—

The grass suddenly stopped moving and froze on the spot.