Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

[Experts say—]

Two seconds later, Bai Weiran turned left and left the page, cursing under his breath.

"...What kind of nonsense are these experts spouting?"

The person being followed should be friendly but not overly smiling, assertive but not provoking, and know how to protect themselves without overreacting.

If you don't study when you're young, will you become an expert when you grow up?

Are the requirements for becoming an expert really that low now?

Could he then call himself a game expert and post game development secrets online?

Game developers should ensure the core gameplay loop is well-designed—simple but not too simplistic, complex but not overly complex. Game stats must be reasonable, and the progression curve should be gradual, providing a comfortable experience without requiring a single, easy playthrough. The game's system framework must be well-constructed, ensuring a smooth and uncluttered gameplay experience.

Utterly speechless.

Bai Weiran's suspicions were not unfounded.

He had a vague feeling that something was wrong as soon as he got on the boat.

He noticed that she had chosen the exact same wine as him, but she hadn't drunk a drop.

And the story she told—it sounded too much like a story.

It was a very moving story, but when he thought about it later, he felt something was off.

Something was wrong, but Bai Weiran, still on the boat, didn't dwell on it.

He has never liked stream-of-consciousness divergent thinking, which involves branching out one idea from another that has not been verified.

The figure he saw around the corner just now confirmed his guess.

He gripped his phone, pursed his lips, got up and continued walking forward, seemingly nonchalant, until he emerged from the alley and entered another large shopping mall.

An event was being held in the mall. An air castle was built in the center of the lobby, and a group of children were playing and screaming in a pool full of balls. Two generations of elders were gathered around it, and the crowd was extremely dense. Bai Weiran usually avoided crowds, but this time he went straight in.

The blonde girl, who was three meters behind him, watched him disappear and then chased after him into the crowd.

But the central lobby of the mall is interconnected, so which direction did he exit from the crowd?

The girl turned her head back and forth, her gaze sweeping around, while Bai Weiran peeked out from the second floor, looking down at her.

He was somewhat surprised by himself.

What's going on? Am I really that good at dealing with stalkers?

Perhaps I am a once-in-a-lifetime genius at counter-tracking.

He paused for two seconds, adding one more possibility to his life's career after being optimized by internet companies at the age of thirty-five.

She's so beautiful, why would she be a stalker?

However, stalking and facial features don't seem to have much to do with each other, and one can't let one's values ​​be dictated by facial features.

Bai Weiran, carrying the paper bag containing the necklace, descended the escalator on the other side of the second floor of the mall, exited through the north gate, and got into a taxi that happened to be waiting at the entrance.

Don't overthink things. Even boys need to protect themselves if they encounter strange people.

Xx

Today is another day for asking for monthly votes, so please, yanderes, help me out!

There will be another update this afternoon! ヾ(^▽^ヾ)

Chapter Thirty-Four: She Was the First Girl (Seeking Monthly Tickets at the Beginning of the Month)

When Bai Weiran arrived home, only Qin Ning was there. She was lounging on the sofa with a tablet in her arms, her two small, white feet gently dangling in front of the heater, enjoying the warm air.

Although it's already spring, Qin Ning is a delicate purebred cat who is afraid of the cold, so the air conditioning is on all day.

Bai Weiran felt that Qin Ning had been corrupted by Mengmeng.

Previously, Qin Ning exuded the manners of a young lady, being very reserved. She had proper sitting and standing postures, and when she sat down, she would gently cross her legs and place her hands neatly on her lap. She was so embarrassed that she couldn't even lift her head when picking up trash in work clothes.

Now she's not only wearing a ridiculous pink bunny top, but she's also putting her feet in front of the air conditioner so everyone in the house can smell her athlete's foot.

Although Qin Ning doesn't have athlete's foot, her white feet smell nice.

He hung up his coat and noticed that Mengmeng wasn't in the living room; everything was quiet.

When he comes home, Mengmeng rushes over like an overjoyed cat to give him a big cuddle.

At first, Qin Ning would compete with her for it, but later Qin Ning started to act according to her mood.

Qin Ning still maintains her airs of a pampered young lady.

Qin Ning put down her tablet, covering half her face as she looked at him, her big, dark eyes sparkling.

He has an expression that says he has something to say, but he wants to wait for you to speak first.

Bai Weiran found it amusing, picked up the paper bag and went over, then sat down on the sofa where Qin Ning was lying. Qin Ning could only turn to the side, giving him some space to put her legs.

"Why haven't you asked yet, Brother Weiran?" she said.

What should I ask?

"You didn't even ask me where Mengmeng went."

Bai Weiran chuckled to himself.

Why do you think I asked her where she was going right away?

Qin Ning looked up at the ceiling, hugged the tablet to her chest, pouted, and acted nonchalantly.

"How should I know? But I just felt you would ask that."

As she spoke, her dark eyes darted around, and she pretended not to care as she glanced at Bai Weiran's face.

The implication is quite clear.

You should say what she wants to hear and what you don't want to hear that she doesn't want to hear.

Qin Ning is jealous, yet she can't let go of her pride; she's a bit arrogant, unlike the lazy, dormant girl.

Bai Weiran could scold Mengmeng, but he went along with Qin Ning.

"Well, I didn't mean to ask her. Actually, I wanted to talk to you," he replied with a smile.

One sentence made Qin Ning happy. She put the tablet on the table, sat up, and hugged Bai Weiran from behind.

"Brother Weiran, what do you want with me... Huh, what's this?"

Qin Ning is a regular customer of high-end stores, and she can recognize the iconic light green paper bags of well-known brands at a glance.

"...You went shopping?" Qin Ning looked incredulous.

"Didn't you say on the ship that this is a famous capitalist consumer trap?"

She remembered every single word he stubbornly said.

If she hadn't forced him to change his clothes, he would never have worn several months' worth of wages.

So much time has passed since his ex-girlfriend, and Bai Weiran hasn't given any jewelry to girls in a long time. When Qin Ning asked him this question, their eyes met, and looking into her clear, bright eyes, his originally composed attitude suddenly turned into a slightly awkward embarrassment.

He knew that Qin Ning had been secretly jealous of Mengmeng.

Qin Ning is more possessive and jealous than Mengmeng.

But she also possesses a very stubborn kindness.

She and Mengmeng liked to bicker and fight in their own home, but Qin Ning never used Mengmeng's inherent disadvantages to mock her.

Qin Ning knew she was smart, beautiful, healthy, and rich—she had all the advantages of happiness.

She knew that her jealousy of Mengmeng was largely based on Bai Weiran's favoritism towards Mengmeng's weakness.

Mengmeng's weakness is an advantage that others cannot overcome.

She was constantly caught in a dilemma, and then, with a touch of pride, she showed consideration for others in her own unique way.

Bai Weiran thought to himself, this is the first yandere girl he has ever met.

In fact, his education was not a failure at all.

If Qin Ning weren't such a yandere, with such a morbid obsession, she would have let him go long ago, turned around, waved goodbye, and tossed out a "Ha! Men, stay away from me, be beautiful on your own!"

He guided her towards a more rational and empathetic direction, but at the same time, he also plunged Qin Ning into an emotional quagmire.

She is conflicted, torn, suppressing a destructive and jealous heart while trying to empathize with others.

That's so difficult—

Seeing that Bai Weiran suddenly stopped answering, Qin Ning tilted her head in confusion, made a fist with her small hand, gently tapped Bai Weiran's forehead with her knuckles, and smiled mischievously.

"Knock! Knock! Knock on the door, hello, is Brother Weiran home?"

Her eyes were half-closed in a smile, her striking black and white beauty was mesmerizing.

Then she found herself being gently embraced.

"………………!?"

Qin Ning's small hand, which was tapping Bai Weiran's forehead, froze in mid-air, a rare moment of pause.

She knew that Bai Weiran rarely showed his preferences in order not to upset her or Mengmeng.

More often than not, he focused on making them both feel that it was fair and that they were in a good mood and stable, even to the point of abandoning his own bottom line.

Every time Qin Ning saw Bai Weiran like this, she would automatically suppress her jealousy.

Here, this is her brother Weiran.

My one and only, dearest, Brother Weiran.

She was the one who saved Lin Luo.

Qin Ning let out a small, hoarse sob, then stretched out her arms and hugged Bai Weiran tightly.

The last time I kissed her was a very, very long time ago.

And now he has taken the initiative to hug her.

No one spoke, but Qin Ning felt it from the embrace.

She wasn't some soulmate she'd never met, nor was she a favored, vulnerable girl.