Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

He wanted to see what this stalker was up to.

Anyway, he's a man, so what can she do to him?

If you really do anything to him, at worst he can just yell in the neighborhood that his children are perverted and sexually harassing him.

Humans are curious, so why shouldn't people bring their elderly and children to see this?

A man's face?

Pshaw, he can already strike a yandere idol pose, what face does he have left?

Bai Weiran assessed that his personal safety was not in danger and calmly faced the challenge.

Mingguang did nothing to him.

She followed him around like a friend who had made an appointment, all smiles, chattering away, very much like a social butterfly.

He couldn't shake her off, nor could he pinpoint what was wrong with her. Her cold demeanor wouldn't scare her away, and she wouldn't listen to reason. Moreover, Bai Weiran wasn't the kind of person who would hurl insults at anyone without any restraint, even if they hadn't done anything wrong.

This is a classic case of a scholar encountering a soldier; reason is useless against him.

Mingguang, who had been scolded by Bai Weiran, stopped talking and just quietly followed him, unable to shake him off no matter what he did.

The pink-haired ghost with its face covered in sorrow and grief leaned on his shoulder, sobbing softly. It was a living, breathing ghost, murmuring an apology.

Amidst the heart-wrenching cries, Bai Weiran lost his composure and abandoned his jogging plans for the evening, stopping in his tracks first.

Mingguang also stopped, her twin ponytails falling down her cheeks, her golden hair giving her a sacred feeling, but Mingguang's posture, charming yet with an indescribable evil aura.

"I don't know if you moved next door to me intentionally or unintentionally. If I misunderstood you, then I apologize. If you did it on purpose, let me tell you, it won't work."

Bai Weiran still wanted to reason with them.

"I already have—"

She held up an index finger in front of him and shook it gently, interrupting him.

"...I know what you want to say."

"I moved next door to you on purpose. I know about them, but I don't care—"

"Well, it's not that I don't care, but Mingguang is better than them."

She grinned, revealing a strange smile.

“Mingguang is stronger than them, so she was able to get you. What are they? One is a pampered young lady, and the other is a streamer who only knows how to act cute online. But Mingguang is different. Mingguang has seen more people and suffered more hardships. When Mingguang was touring the world with the troupe, they were still playing in the sand somewhere.”

"That's nonsense," Bai Weiran coldly retorted.

"Who told you that being better than others will get you what you want?"

Mingguang squinted at the question for a few seconds, puzzled.

"...I don't remember, but I know for sure that he was an extremely capable person."

"She told Mingguang that to get what you want, you have to be stronger than anyone else, and she did get what Mingguang wanted; she took something very important from him—but none of that matters anymore—"

The blonde girl clasped her hands together in front of Bai Weiran, smiled, and spun around on the spot.

A talented dancer is extraordinary.

Even with the negative filter of being labeled a stalker, one has to admit that every move she makes is captivating and mesmerizing.

Sometimes innocent, sometimes pure, sometimes alluring, the dances she has performed and the human nature she has pondered are all hidden in her every move, possessing an astonishing multifaceted nature.

What happens to you is none of my business.

Before he could finish speaking, the world spun around him, and Bai Weiran's chin hit the ground, rendering his stubbornness ineffective.

Nana, who was originally lying on Bai Weiran's back, was startled and floated in mid-air with her eyes wide open.

She...she couldn't even figure out what this strange stalker had done when Mr. William was pinned to the ground, his hands twisted behind his back, and this strange stalker was sitting on top of him!?

How could she treat Mr. William like that?!

Nana forgot how great her sadness was, screamed, and immediately pounced like a mad kitten to rescue Mr. William from the stalker. Bai Weiran followed up with an angry shout.

"stop!"

Nana stopped abruptly, at a loss, clutching her silk princess dress with both hands.

Bai Weiran was shouting this to Nana.

Nana can touch objects in the real world, and she can also push Mingguang away unexpectedly, but Bai Weiran himself doesn't understand what just happened, how he was subdued.

Even with Nana's intervention, she's no more than a thirteen-year-old child in terms of fighting power.

The immediate decision was to keep Nana's existence as a trump card.

Mingguang naturally assumed that the sentence was directed at her.

She restrained him in a clever way, without hurting him, yet making it impossible for him to break free. Without any hesitation, she sat on his back, raised her delicate eyebrows, lowered her head, and whispered in his ear.

"Look, Ranran, this is the benefit of having strong light."

"Whether you tell me to stop or not, it's no use."

“Your stopping is only valuable if Mingguang is willing to respect you. But if Mingguang doesn’t want to respect you anymore—then your stopping is worthless.”

Bai Weiran listened silently, but the expert's words kept replaying in his mind.

[Experts say—]

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

It's absurd to think that this phrase seems applicable right now.

"...Ranran...Mingguang wants to be your friend now, so you have to be Mingguang's friend."

“If you don’t listen, then Ranran will be arrested by Mingguang. Today’s situation is just to give you a heads-up.”

"Ranran, Mingguang knows you love your job, and you don't want to lose the opportunity to work overtime every day, right?"

"You just need to behave and be friends with Mingguang—"

Bai Weiran closed his eyes.

A stubborn mouth can't beat fists and legs.

He really wanted to strangle the teacher who had instilled in this girl the idea that "the strong deserve everything."

If ordinary people are instilled with this idea, they will only become self-inflated fools.

But if you instill this idea in a true genius, she can truly become an unreasonable and powerful person.

Nana can counter tracking, but to fight back, she needs to have an equal fighting strength with the other party.

A teacher with high combat skills and great abilities?

Bai Weiran, who believed in the dogma that self-help is worse than waiting for others, already had an idea—

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In the research room, Yuan Jixi frowned and lowered his head, listening to the young man's on-site retelling, his eyes showing eagerness.

"Hmm, this restraint technique is indeed not simple, Mr. Lan. This person is quite formidable—"

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Today's update (o゜▽゜)o☆

Congratulations to Weiran for advancing! The next round will begin at midnight tonight. Yandere fans, remember to continue supporting Weiran!

Be thrifty and manage your household well; don't waste anything that can be free. Go for it, Weiran!

Chapter Eleven: Chen Li Has Another Plan (3K)

Yuan Jixi is a retired soldier.

It is still a fairly high-level security unit.

But when Chen Li said, "I need you," she stepped down without hesitation and joined the research team.

Chen Li wanted to use her to expose the spy sent by the neighboring research lab and protect the research members.

In reality, Yuan Jixi did all sorts of dirty and tiring work, from protecting research results and engaging in full-blown fights with adversaries to carrying boxes and moving heavy objects, and running errands to buy lunch boxes for everyone in the research lab.

Chen Li is very smart.

He specializes in doing easy tasks.

Yuan Jixi was responsible for carrying large boxes of bottled water upstairs, while Chen Li was responsible for unpacking the boxes, pouring the water into cups, and distributing them to everyone. When there weren't enough bento boxes, Yuan Jixi was sent to buy some. He was responsible for bringing back bento boxes with a pair of chopsticks and placing them next to the team members, along with a thoughtful remark: "Don't miss mealtimes, or you'll get hungry."

A seasoned veteran in the workplace, only excels at tangible achievements.

It's easy to imagine that Yuan Jixi was unable to unleash her true potential in such an environment.

She's a sledgehammer to crack a nut; all she can do every day is kill chickens.

Teaching Bai Weiran is far too easy for her.

After all, Bai Weiran was a level one novice adventurer who couldn't even do a one-handed push-up.

She's a max-level pro who dominates the low-skill pool.

The question Bai Weiran asked her caught her eye.

It's like encountering a super detective with an unsolvable mystery.

However, Bai Weiran himself couldn't see how Mingguang did it. He could only lie on the ground with his hands behind his back and roughly describe the situation after he was pushed down and the direction Mingguang was initially standing in.

Yuan Jixi pondered, his eyes sharp.

"...I can confirm that the other party is a master of grappling, but I also have more than one method of grappling. Based on the clues you've provided, I can identify forty different grappling techniques—"

Before Bai Weiran could even get up, his right arm went numb from being twisted, he choked, and cold sweat poured down his face.

"Is that right?"

"…………no…………"

Yuan Jixi swiftly changed her technique, and Bai Weiran felt a sharp pain in her left arm, cried out, and trembled all over.

"Is that right?"

"No...it's not...she manipulated it, my arm doesn't hurt..."