Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

"This is the eighth time I've asked you this tonight, Brother Weiran."

"I know."

"Can't you just coax me a little? Play with me for a bit?" Qin Ning was unhappy, wrapping her arms around Bai Weiran's arms and shaking them incessantly.

"Don't you ever pamper me? You only want to pamper others, don't you?"

You just want to pamper the cute kids, right?

Qin Ning's eyes immediately lost their sparkle.

You tell me to be independent and self-reliant, and then you pamper her. It's the classic case of the squeaky wheel gets the grease.

I won't cry, but I'm strong. Brother Weiran, we've never used the new basement we bought. Why don't you give it a try?

Let me show you the difference between Qin Ning and a game-playing otaku who only knows how to make a scene.

Bai Weiran didn't see it and lowered his head to take a sip of tequila.

"It's not a matter of coaxing or not; gambling only involves two things: winning and losing."

"If you want to win, I'll help you; if you want to play freely, I won't interfere."

He spoke so casually, Qin Ning raised an eyebrow, and the croupier also looked over, his eyes filled with astonishment.

That's outrageous, such an arrogant tone?

who do you think You Are?

Qin Ning's curious eyes lit up again. She glanced at the croupier who looked slightly unwell, hummed, and leaned on Bai Weiran's shoulder in a languid and charming manner, whispering in his ear. Her oblivious, lover-like demeanor was the most infuriating thing.

"Can you win, Brother Weiran?"

Bai Weiran listened intently, smiled slightly, and did not give a direct answer.

"It wouldn't be fun if I told you the truth, and I'm afraid it would take away your enjoyment."

"Then I want to win. Look, others have only half their chips left—" Qin Ning dragged out her words, looking aggrieved and pitiful. Her small feet, adorned with pearl-studded sandals, gently rubbed against Bai Weiran's calves under the table.

Her demeanor was both arrogant and coquettish, while her actions under the table were quite wicked.

Bai Weiran thought to himself, "Men are really so naive."

me too.

He finished his tequila in one gulp, straightened up, and let Qin Ning place her bet.

This is a common blackjack game. KQJ represents ten points, and the numbered cards are counted according to the numbers above. A can represent one point or eleven points. You win by playing blackjack directly, otherwise you have to compare the points of your hand with the dealer's (i.e., the banker's) hand.

Qin Ning dealt two 10s and 20s right off the bat, a very good start.

Aside from the combination of blackjack, it's basically a guaranteed win, and it's the best starting hand Qin Ning has ever had since she started playing.

Qin Ning turned to him and smiled, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"We're pretty lucky, Brother Weiran."

Bai Weiran tapped the table with his knuckles, signaling to the dealer.

"Hello, we need to deal the cards."

Splitting a royal flush into a single card—what a genius act!

This move startled the other two gamblers and the dealer at the table. Qin Ning was also puzzled, but she wisely remained silent and only watched Bai Weiran's actions.

If you split a deck of cards into two, you have to put up double the chips, and if you lose, you lose double.

Everyone stared intently. When the first card dealt was a face card, it became two decks of twenty points each. The dealer's expression changed immediately.

In the end, Qin Ning emerged victorious.

She looked at Bai Weiran in surprise, but Bai Weiran just shrugged and gave her three words.

"Place your bets—"

In several hands, Qin Ning followed Bai Weiran's instructions completely, raising when told to raise, splitting when told to split, and folding when told to fold. After five hands, she had won back all the chips she had lost, and even won a small amount.

Qin Ning was preparing for the next round of chips when Bai Weiran pulled her straight off the table.

Qin Ning is combative and got carried away with this matter. Suddenly being dragged into it, she was somewhat unwilling.

"Brother Weiran, we finally won, why not press our advantage and fight back—"

"What's the point of pressing your advantage?" Bai Weiran chuckled.

"That platform is dead; it can only lose from now on."

Qin Ning let out a soft "Eh".

"...I'm the card counter, Qin Ning." Bai Weiran said helplessly, revealing the truth directly.

"There's a fixed number of cards in a deck. While you're playing, I'm sitting next to you watching, and I'm actually keeping track of the number of cards left in my mind. When the deck has been used to a certain extent, I can estimate how high your winning probability is among the remaining cards."

“The number of high cards played at that table was very low, which was already in your favor. In the five hands we won in a row, we played good cards in every hand, and there weren’t many good cards left. No matter how you calculate it, your winning percentage is still very low. That’s why I say that table is dead. It’s hard for us to profit from it.”

Bai Weiran spread his hands.

"To put it bluntly, this is a basic mathematical probability problem."

As long as you adhere to the basic probability principles and don't let your emotions sway you, it's not difficult to win.

Qin Ning was stunned.

I know that, but can a normal person calculate it like that?

Bai Weiran misunderstood her daze and lightly poked her forehead with his knuckles.

"Feeling bored? If you put it bluntly, it's not interesting, is it? Gambling inherently involves risk, and that's what makes it interesting. You're staring at each other, not knowing what fate will give you. You just need to hope to win. But if you only focus on winning or losing, it becomes a boring probability calculation."

That's why he said not to get involved; see, the game immediately becomes boring.

To his surprise, Qin Ning paused for a few seconds, then smiled brightly, pounced on him, and hugged him tightly, completely ignoring the surprised looks around them.

"Brother Weiran is so amazing! So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, so amazing!!!"

"Hey, I know! Whether he has superhuman abilities or not, Wei Ran is still the best!"

The yandere young lady was extremely pleased with herself, and laughed merrily.

To cover up? No! To be humble? No!

She just wanted to openly show off: "Look, this is mine, it's my Weiran brother, isn't he great? You dare try to take it? Then be prepared to be stabbed to death!"

She flaunts her wealth to everyone while simultaneously warning them all; this yandere heiress is quite contradictory.

Bai Weiran caught her, held her gently, and spoke humbly.

"I'm not great, it just happens to fit into my area of ​​expertise."

"I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, you're amazing! Hey, if you say you're not amazing again, I'll bite your neck as punishment." Qin Ning buried her face in his neck, threatening him menacingly, and even gave him a light, threatening kiss, leaving no mark.

Bai Weiran could only shut up.

Bai Weiran wanted to leave, but Qin Ning wouldn't let him. They played slot machines for a while, but Qin Ning couldn't forget the excitement she felt at the card table, so she pulled Bai Weiran back to another card table.

"Let's play a little longer, Brother Weiran."

"If you haven't counted your cards, there's no way to win," Bai Weiran had to remind him.

He's not some superhuman who can read the cards.

"It's okay, I don't care. I just want to play with Brother Weiran."

Qin Ning didn't care about winning or losing at all. The amount of chips she exchanged wasn't much, much less than the price of a bag she usually bought. But she enjoyed the company at the card table. With other gamblers around, she could approach Bai Weiran without restraint, using the excuse of discussing whether or not to place a bet to get closer, snuggling up to him and whispering in his ear.

When I lose, I whine and cry; when I win, I punch him in the chest with my little fist and tell him how amazing he is, I love him to death!

Since everyone else is doing it, she'll do it too.

In this environment, Wei Ran wouldn't care about his public etiquette rules.

When he won the victory for her, Qin Ning's heart felt like it was about to explode with joy.

This has nothing to do with the amount of money involved, nor is it about gambling one's entire fortune. It's about gaining attention from a man who doesn't gamble and believes that gambling is merely a game of chance.

If Wei Ran doesn't care about her, then he just wants to stick to his principles.

Some things don't need to be said.

Yandere girls are the most sensitive.

This kind of thoughtfulness, which seemed so insignificant and unappreciated to his ex-girlfriend, was crystal clear to her.

Bai Weiran was unaware of this, assuming that Qin Ning was playing the game for the first time and was getting a little carried away.

At worst, he could just watch and, if things got out of hand, carry Qin Ning away.

No need to worry too much, a kiss is enough to win someone over.

He understood perfectly: the yandere young lady, who was usually a hooligan, would turn to stone and blush if someone took the initiative to kiss her.

She's yandere when she's in control, and tsundere when she's passive—she's got that switch on and off perfectly.

The card table they sat at this time was more lively than the last one, and it was full of people. The dealer was very friendly. As soon as Bai Weiran sat down, he found that the person sitting next to him was the "bad woman" from the next room.

He was still wearing sunglasses, bright red lips, and short black hair, but the cigarette in his mouth had been replaced with a lollipop.

She saw that she had won quite a bit, with chips piled high in front of her. Just as they sat down, she casually tossed a bonus chip to the dealer as a tip.

After sitting down for the first hand of cards and getting an awkward 14 points, Qin Ning let out a soft moan and snuggled into Bai Weiran's arms.

It's not a genuine complaint at all.

"Brother Weiran, look, our cards are terrible."

"Are we going to lose? If we lose, we won't have money for food—"

Bai Weiran lowered his eyelashes, amused by Qin Ning's fake acting.

Taking this opportunity to spread rumors, is that it?

"That's true."

In the game of blackjack, having the numbers 14, 15, and 16 is the most awkward, as it carries the highest chance of losing. Not drawing cards will result in a loss, and drawing cards will also increase the chance of immediately exceeding 21 and self-destructing.

Do you think we should draw a card?

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