Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

"Bai Weiran, you've worked hard on that. How about I massage your arms for you?"

How much strength could her tiny hands possibly have? Maybe enough for playing video games.

Bai Weiran still accepted the thoughtfulness with a smile and turned to let Mengmeng massage his shoulders.

Qin Ning then talked to him about a luxury cruise itinerary.

Qin Ning was very unhappy after learning that he and Mengmeng had exchanged Valentine's Day gifts first. She started looking at various travel itineraries and expressed her desire to take a three-day, two-night luxury trip for two with Bai Weiran.

After massaging for a while, Bai Weiran excused herself to get a drink of water and got up.

He poured water from the kettle and slowly drank it from a glass.

My gaze drifted intentionally or unintentionally to the edge of the kitchen sink—two knives were missing from the row of knives, one medium-sized and one small.

He then looked at the two girls chatting and bickering peacefully beside the sofa.

The yandere young lady kept one hand hanging down, hidden behind the sofa, where she deftly held a medium-sized fruit knife, out of Bai Weiran's sight.

And under the sofa where the yandere, otaku girl was kneeling, a small knife was hidden within easy reach.

What were they trying to do just now?

Bai Weiran pursed her lips, touched her left chest, and then looked away.

This is not surprising at all.

Living with yanderes requires being prepared to risk your life.

They might like you today, but tomorrow they could love you so much they'd want to kill you.

One cannot be a father-in-law without being both foolish and deaf.

Pretending to be stupid is also a skill.

Moreover, he was not afraid, nor did he run away—the content of the dream he had just experienced had no trace left in his memory. He did not remember Xia Yanle, Xiao Weiran, or that conversation. At this moment, however, he revealed a gentle smile, his eyes suddenly becoming profound.

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My yandere lovers, there will be another update this afternoon, but a little later ( ?▽?)/

Chapter Seventeen: They Started Taking Action Too (3K)

Bai Weiran, wearing an apron, cracked eggs into the pot with both hands at the same time.

One-handed egg-cracking skill, dual-wielding style.

He was originally a complete novice, having to crack an egg with both hands. But Mengmeng and Qin Ning would argue about whose egg was cracked first, so he learned to crack eggs with both hands at the same time.

That way, we won't argue.

Qin Ning sat at the table, wearing only a loose sweatshirt, her posture languid and charming. She rested her chin on her hand and looked down at the business magazine on her tablet. Across from her, Mengmeng looked like a sleepy cat, her eyes half-closed, her shoulders slumped, and she was limp and listless. Her head was nodding off and off, getting closer and closer to the table, until finally she lay down on the table.

Mengmeng loves to sleep in and has poor living habits, but Qin Ning and Bai Weiran both have to go to the company and get up early for breakfast regularly. Mengmeng is unwilling to let Qin Ning and Bai Weiran have a breakfast date alone, so she forces herself to get up too.

She was playing cat-like poses at the breakfast table, her sweatshirt slipping down her left shoulder to reveal her fair, delicate shoulder.

Qin Ning likes soft-boiled eggs, while Mengmeng likes hard-boiled eggs with a slightly pink yolk.

Today's breakfast is a Western style: crispy bacon, fried eggs, toast, and tomatoes.

Qin Ning is like a cup of coffee with milk, while Mengmeng is just plain milk, and Bai Weiran is like a cup of plain coffee.

Mengmeng glanced at the contents of the plate, her face showing disgust. She subtly moved the toast away from her, then quickly ate the egg and bacon, leaving only the toast.

She was devouring her toast with her eyes when Bai Weiran reached out and swapped it for a piece of sticky corn.

Mengmeng doesn't like to eat toast because she thinks the bread is too dry.

But Qin Ning prefers toast, and it has to be toasted. It just goes to show that you can't please everyone at the same table.

Mengmeng smiled happily at Bai Weiran and then lowered her head to munch on her corn.

Compared to Qin Ning, who elegantly used a knife and fork to spread salted butter on her toast, Mengmeng, who was munching on corn, had corn kernels stuck to her face, making her look like a little kitten.

The atmosphere at breakfast is always very warm and cozy.

No one spoke; everyone was doing their own thing. Bai Weiran was busy checking the latest game news, while Mengmeng finished eating a corn cob and then stood there making cat gestures, nodding her head.

"Remember to study hard today too." Before leaving for work, Bai Weiran reminded Mengmeng in a low voice.

Mengmeng is not a native of this world, and she knows nothing about local customs and world history.

She doesn't even possess universal knowledge like the existence of two world wars.

It's fine at home normally, but once you join a group and attend high school, you definitely can't avoid these things.

Mengmeng's reaction was to push him out the door with both hands.

"Hmph! I hate Bai Weiran's nagging the most. Hurry up and get to work."

They actually took the initiative and closed the door in front of him. Bai Weiran could only turn around and look at Qin Ning, who had an innocent expression on her face.

Qin Ning covered her mouth and smiled, elegant yet playful, hooking her arm around his.

"Mengmeng is so naughty, isn't she? Brother Weiran, I'm still the best—"

The routine involves dissing the other person to elevate oneself.

Everything was the same as usual, but there was something slightly different.

Qin Ning pulled Bai Weiran forward, glancing back at the closed door as if by accident.

The girl inside had her back to the door, completely unlike the sleepy cat she used to be. Her red eyes were strangely bright. She listened intently as the footsteps outside faded away, then opened the shoe cabinet closest to her, tilted her head, and reached in with her small, snow-white hands to carefully search inside.

"A clue about insects, insects—insects—where could there be a clue about insects?"

The bug-hunting operation has begun!

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Bai Weiran was unaware of this because his focus was on his game project.

"My dear son!!"

"Brother Wei-ran!!!"

The stereo surround sound from the left and right immediately came rushing in, and Bai Weiran's hands, which were typing on the keyboard, immediately stopped in mid-air.

Guoguo and Achao rushed to Bai Weiran's side in the bizarre way of zombies chasing living people, one after the other, and placed their hands on Bai Weiran's shoulders at the same time. They looked at each other and understood each other perfectly.

I understand, she (he) wants me to speak first.

"My dear son!"

"Brother Weiran!!"

In unison, the two of them took out their phones and held them up to Bai Weiran's face, then looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Oh, it's okay, Ah Chao, you go first!"

"It's okay, Guoguo, you go first!"

They all spoke in unison again.

"Then I'll say—"

"Okay, then I'll—"

They both shut up at the same time.

Bai Weiran was in the middle, pressing one hand to his forehead.

Everyone's been there, right? In a corridor or passageway, you meet another car in a narrow space. You politely try to avoid it by taking a step to the left, but the other person also politely tries to avoid it by choosing the same side as you. You both exchange an awkward smile and then move to the other side at the same time. This process repeats itself two or three times, at thousands of intersections, until finally one of you has to go first.

He rubbed his temples and said, "Don't rush."

"Let me hear what Guoguo has to say first!"

They're all the same anyway, just coming to report problems.

The Bai Weiran project recently completed its first mobile beta version, which includes some heroes. Three of the five main functional modules have activated their basic functions, and the first map's levels have entered the testing phase.

This is how the beta version is.

When the group was tagged and shouted that they could start the implementation test, everyone was full of enthusiasm and responded enthusiastically. Within five minutes, the members were like they had just stepped into a minefield left over from World War II, and they all exploded. There were thirteen messages per second in the group chat, so fast that there was no time to respond.

When all the individual modules that work fine individually are deployed together, all sorts of strange bugs will appear.

Once the bugs were fixed and the basic functions were working, the next thing that came was a deluge of critical reviews and feedback on the game's content.

For example, the fifteenth level is problematic and I can't beat it no matter what I do. The difficulty of the sixteenth level drops suddenly, making the experience unpleasant. There are no feedback prompts from the modules, the system inventory cannot be opened, and none of the items I just used are missing.

A wide variety of things.

Game developers are all playing games (incorrect).

Game developers are playing with bugs (correct).

“My son, look at this hero. The skill design is flawed. It’s clearly a C-rank hero, but it’s more useful than an S-rank hero.” Guoguo pointed to the screen and showed it to Bai Weiran.

He turned out to be a hero armed with heavy artillery.

In terms of strength, it belongs to the C tier, the lowest tier. However, since it is the first hero given to players as a beginner, its learning mechanism and skill design are good. It's just that the damage is relatively low, but it becomes very useful after leveling up.

However, its biggest drawback is that it's too easy to use.

The shelling range is large and wide. When Guoguo leveled up, she found that as long as this hero found the right angle, the team could easily clear all levels without any obstacles, even if the four-protect-one team survived.

It's just a matter of trying the levels a few more times.

Bai Weiran hummed in agreement and made a note of it. The data table he opened was already densely packed with feedback. Because it was a shared document, he could see the columns below constantly multiplying as he made his notes, almost as fast as a virus copying.

The power curve needs to be readjusted, because if a hero is too easy to use, it will significantly reduce players' willingness to spend money on higher-level heroes.

After Guoguo's turn, it was Achao's turn to take notes.

“We need to adjust the map margins, Brother Weiran, there’s a problem with the fit—and I found that after I dragged the map boundary upwards twenty-eight times, the map interface completely froze.”

Bai Weiran silently wrote it down.

Don't ask Ah Chao why he would drag the map boundary twenty-eight times for no reason. There are always some crazy, unpredictable bugs, and players will only use methods that the development team can't even imagine to test them out.

It's not uncommon to tap the backpack function 10,000 times.

Ah Chao and Guo Guo were both very enthusiastic about the project, and they were quite good at making sharp comments, relentlessly targeting Bai Weiran.