Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

He always said that all living beings suffer, and all people under heaven are equal.

He himself came from among the masses and will return to the masses; he was nothing more than a reckless man who stepped forward.

She greatly admired Chen Li's ideas and believed that he was far superior to others.

But when she did everything for Chen Li, he seemed to take it all for granted.

Chen Li kept saying that everyone is equal and there's no need for such formalities, but he always sat on that sofa and never got up.

Before, there was no harm in comparison, but now that we've compared, a jarring sense of disconnect arises.

She took the glass of water and noticed that the water was different from what she expected.

Like the first glass of water, the water temperature is slightly higher than regular warm water. It's warm to the touch but not scalding, and it feels comfortable to hold in your hand, slightly warmer than body temperature.

As she was thinking, Bai Weiran had already walked away, standing in front of the whiteboard slowly drinking water, appreciating the four whiteboards filled with writing as if they were masterpieces.

Being a biochemist is actually quite fun.

Unfortunately, a person can only have one life, and he chose to specialize in game design.

However, in parallel worlds, he can experience hundreds of different things.

Staring at the whiteboard wall, he would add a stroke or two whenever he thought of something, completely absorbed in his work. When he remembered that there was someone next to him, he turned his head and saw Yuan Jixi standing there, holding water, looking blank and at a loss.

He smiled and asked in return.

What do you think of what I said?

"...Ah...very, very good...I should say, absolutely fantastic...I've learned a lot..."

Bai Weiran nodded in agreement, "I also think I'm pretty good."

He took a sip of warm water and suddenly asked a question.

"how about you?"

"...Uh...I...!?"

Yuan Jixi, puzzled, stared at him with wide eyes.

The young man with black-rimmed glasses smiled, one hand in his pocket.

"I told you things I found interesting and taught you a lot of scientific knowledge. You're not going to take all this for free, are you?"

Yuan Jixi became wary of these words.

Is the spy finally about to show his true colors?

"...What would you like me to do for you, Mr. Lan?"

It turned out that it was just an illusion. Mr. Chen Li was right; this person is a complete—

"Share with me some things you enjoy doing and find interesting!"

"……ah??!"

Bai Weiran raised an eyebrow, looking amused.

"Equivalent exchange, you know? I give you what I find interesting, and you should share what you find interesting with me in return."

Yuan Jixi was stunned.

Nobody asked her that question.

It should be said that she considers herself to be someone who is not "interesting". She thinks so, others think so, and Mr. Chen Li also gives her this evaluation.

But she didn't care, because she always completed orders and tasks very well.

She obeys and relies on others, without needing to think for herself.

Bai Weiran's casual remark felt like torture to her.

Yuan Jixi hesitated in place for a long time, her oval face slowly turning red.

"...My life is just...boring..."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lan."

"I've let you down, I have nothing to share..."

“Oh, how could that be!” the young man replied quickly.

"Let me put it another way—do you do something you don't dislike and can maintain long-term?"

Yuan Jixi remained silent for more than ten seconds before finally giving a slow, reluctant answer.

"...Exercise?"

As a former soldier, even though she is no longer on the battlefield, she hasn't changed her habit of exercising.

Yuan Jixi gets up at four o'clock every day without fail, arrives at the gym at four-thirty, and exercises for a full three hours before entering the research lab. Her physical fitness is so good that she can beat all the security guards in the research lab, and everyone assumes that she is the research team's last trump card.

She couldn't explain whether she liked it or not, but that's how things went.

Would anyone want to hear about this boring, day-to-day workout routine?

The young man in the white robe smiled, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"That's great. I'm a very lazy person and don't like physical activities. There's no one around me who knows about exercise. Could you explain to me how to exercise, how you gradually increase your intensity, which equipment targets which muscles, and what kind of diet you follow?"

I asked her a bunch of questions and then cheerfully urged her on.

"Sit down, it's your turn to speak."

Yuan Jixi sat down in a daze.

She spoke slowly at first, but since she was talking about things she was familiar with, she gradually became more fluent.

She didn't understand for a moment why she was being urged to speak when she had come to build a relationship with the person in question.

But judging from the outcome, the two seemed to have a pleasant conversation.

Bai Weiran listened attentively with a smile on his face.

To make something special, you must first believe that it is special.

Everyone is special, but Yuan Jixi was unaware of her own "specialness".

It is said that teaching others is the best form of review, a reflection on what one has learned and experienced in life.

He made his move here, and he had Yuan Jixi teach him instead.

Bai Weiran's idea was quite good, but the reality was far from what he envisioned.

What he didn't expect was the difference in physical fitness between himself and the yandere.

In order to strive for realism, he temporarily restored his physical condition to normal, interacted with the yandere girl on an equal footing without any cheat codes, and humbly learned from her.

Thirty minutes later, the research room was filled with the young man's strange, labored breathing.

Yuan Jixi squatted down next to Bai Weiran, a tuft of red hair falling to her cheek, which Bai Weiran ignored, and she frowned and clenched her fists to cheer herself up.

"...Keep it up, Mr. Lan! You haven't done enough!!"

"You shouldn't be like this at your age—"

"Slow down, go down slowly, come up slowly, hold your core, use your abs!!"

"Don't stick your butt out, and don't use your waist strength!!"

This was the most disheveled moment Bai Weiran had ever been in the mission world. Large beads of sweat poured from his forehead, the black-rimmed glasses he used to disguise had long since slipped off his nose due to the sweat, his face was flushed, his bones were creaking, and every muscle in his body was trembling and howling in pain.

The last time I did push-ups was during my undergraduate military training.

After working overtime for several years, my physical condition has deteriorated at an alarming rate.

The sickly-sweet girl, Yuan Jixi, was getting anxious for him because he was moving so slowly, going down but not coming back up.

She immediately collapsed next to him.

“Look at me, Mr. Lan, look at me, I’ll demonstrate for you.”

Bai Weiran, still lying prone with a slight gap above the ground, turned his head to see the scene before him and put on the mask of pain.

With one hand behind his back and the other on the ground, he quickly did thirty one-handed push-ups without turning red in the face, panting, or sweating a drop, and could still chat with him with ease.

"It's very simple! Mr. Lan, if you can't do it with both hands, you can try it with one hand. Thirty warm-up repetitions!"

"Once you've warmed up, you'll be all set—"

Oh wow, this is definitely a modern-day "Why not eat meat porridge?"

If you have no rice to eat, can't you eat meat?

If you can't do push-ups with both hands, can't you do them with one hand?

Try?

Try and die.

Bai Weiran, a corporate slave, collapsed to the ground in a panic, while Yuan Jixi paced around him in a panic.

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Yandere lovers, there will be another update this afternoon.

First, I'd like to ask for a monthly vote for the disheveled young master Bai who's doing push-ups (?▽?*)

Chapter Eight: I don't even want the title of "good brother" anymore! (3K)

Guoguo had just returned from lunch with Ziwei when she saw Achao hiding behind the cardboard cutout next to Bai Weiran's workstation, sneakily and furtively watching Bai Weiran, who was leaning back in his chair, wearing a heated eye mask and pretending to doze off.

Guoguo found it strange, gestured for Ziwei to go first, and went over herself. She patted Achao on the shoulder and raised her eyebrows in feigned anger.

"So you've become a stalker/surveillance maniac now, huh? Watching over my son for ages?"

"You, Shen Dingchao, in broad daylight, you dare to do this so brazenly! Don't you even think about how I, your mother, am still here breathing?"

Ah Chao quickly gestured for Guo Guo to be quiet and pulled her outside.

"I wasn't spying on Wei Ran, it's just that Wei Ran is acting strange today—"

"Huh?" Guoguo looked completely bewildered.

The three of them were supposed to have lunch together at noon today, but Ziwei intercepted them at 11:30.