Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

"...You actually dared to accept it?" She chuckled.

"What's there to be afraid of?"

"I thought Mr. Weiran would be a coward for life."

"No need, it's just a recollection of some old stories anyway."

Xia Yanle raised an eyebrow on the other end.

Oh? You've been hiding for a few days, figured things out, and finally stood up for yourself?

That witch.

"Thank you, but this is my private matter, no need to trouble yourself." He heard a tinkling sound coming from Xia Yanle's background, like the sound of crystal glass, varied and melodious.

"How is Xiaomingguang? Are you happy to be reunited?!" Xia Yanle asked cheerfully.

Happy?

How dare she wear the word "happy" on her face?

"It's nothing, you just gave me a problem, and I've solved it."

"...Have you taken care of it?"

Xia Yanle's tone clearly showed disbelief.

Bai Weiran then frankly told her about his plans for Mingguang.

Anyway, she couldn't possibly find Mingguang to tell on her.

Xia Yanle smiled after hearing this.

"That's all?"

"Mr. Weiran, aren't you being a bit too arrogant?" Bai Weiran heard the tinkling sounds coming from her again.

"Xiao Mingguang's persistence is quite frightening. How can you think that her liking you when she was young was just a momentary lapse of judgment, and that her liking you when she grew up was just a stupid love at first sight? You are really presumptuous. You are judging other people's complexities in your own way."

"You're not wrong to criticize me like that," Bai Weiran shrugged.

"A person can only view the world through their own subjective lens. Who isn't self-righteous? If you can see everything from an omniscient perspective, then you might as well be a god."

"Self-righteousness" is a frequently used phrase in the planning industry. Anyone who hasn't been criticized a few times is not qualified to be a planner.

There is no real right or wrong in the creative industry; in the end, everyone pushes forward a product based on their own self-righteous conviction.

If you believe everything and listen to everything, you'll end up doing nothing.

Bai Weiran's stubbornness was something he developed from a young age, and it was also honed in the workplace.

He respected Xia Yanle's statement and was not angry, but he also respected his own judgment. He believed that he could send Mingguang away.

"...Mr. Weiran, have you ever thought about this question?"

"You haven't told me yet, how am I supposed to know what the problem is?"

"Between Xiaomingguang and you, the one who doubts her motives and truly believes that she is not worthy of being loved is actually you, right?"

"I don't like to debate on assumptions that have no conclusion. If you want to continue, I have nothing more to say."

The topic was ended abruptly with a firm stance.

Xia Yanle chuckled, not annoyed, and her thoughts jumped around, changing the subject.

"I'm tapping on a glass right now!"

Bai Weiran then realized that the clinking sound she had been hearing was Xia Yanle arranging a whole row of glasses, each containing a different amount of water, and gently tapping them one by one with chopsticks.

Children's games.

But she had already played all afternoon.

"I came to see Qin Ning." He was quite honest.

"Oh! Is she alright?"

"Sleeping."

"What did you just do?"

"………………" Bai Weiran abruptly ended the call.

Sometimes he really couldn't handle this witch's bluntness, and Xia Yanle's boundless sense of shame.

On the contrary, Xia Yanle, whose call had been cut off, stared blankly at her phone for a moment.

She was just asking jokingly, "Why did he cut it off?"

If they avoid talking about it like this, then they definitely haven't done it.

Xia Yanle put down the chopsticks that were tapping her cup, turned her head and walked to the window with her hands behind her back. She pondered for a long time, and then her blue eyes gradually became clear, and she was speechless with emotion.

She knew that the cute girl had a fear of men.

Given that condition, it wouldn't be cured in a short time.

Based on the clues she knew before, Miss Qin Ning has a very aggressive personality.

They want what they want and they want it; they're arrogant and willful.

She thought that Miss Qin Ning would be the quickest to succeed.

But it seems that someone's illness has flared up.

A yandere understands yanderes, and Xia Yanle's intelligence surpasses everyone else's; she instantly understood Qin Ning's thoughts.

Qin Ning was pulling at Bai Weiran; she was probably toying with him and trying to bully him.

She found amusement in watching the man control his gun.

Xia Yanle could understand the torturous pleasure of wanting his heart, wanting him to endure again and again to prove his heart.

Xia Yanle gently tapped her temples with her slender white fingers and remained silent for a few seconds.

"They've completely missed the point..."

One person is just playing with people, but won't actually do anything to them.

Not only is he unable to take action, but he also harbors excessive respect and care for others.

Mr. Weiran is not a plaything to prove sincerity, nor a god to be worshipped; he is a man!

Xia Yanle murmured, "...Men are meant to be used, what's there to doubt?"

Moreover, she was incredibly curious about this matter and didn't want to wait any longer; she insisted on getting it over with.

Xia Yanle is a goal-oriented, straightforward person.

She picked up her phone and asked Gaga again.

【Dear, no, there is no way to travel to other worlds without permission through normal channels other than quests and friend assistance. Please stop asking, waaaah, or I'll get a purple clay teapot from you (ノД`)?゜?.】

Witch Xia Yanle: Oh, what does your purple clay have to do with me? I'm going to keep asking.

Qin Ning, fast asleep, had no idea that the race between the tortoise and the hare was no longer just about the rabbit and the tortoise.

Xx

As soon as Mingguang opened the door, Achao's excitement was palpable.

"Cousin Mingguang, we've found her!"

"…………?!"

Ah Chao, his face beaming with the excitement of victory in the War of Resistance, walked into the room with his backpack on.

“We found the original IP address, and several people found it together, all with the same result, so this is definitely not wrong.”

He was very pleased with himself.

Although we don't know why we couldn't find the information before, the sudden availability of results shocked everyone in the group.

It is filled with the pride of professionals, using magic to defeat magic.

Mingguang grunted an "oh," chewing on an apple, not really paying attention.

As the days passed, she no longer cared.

There are so many haters criticizing her; one more or less won't make a difference.

Anyway, she can go back and explain things clearly to her adoptive parents and the theater manager.

As Xiaoran said, this is a responsibility she should bear.

Xiao Ran always makes more sense than her.

But Ah Chao was very excited. He sat down right there, opened his laptop, and connected to the internet.

"I haven't seen it yet. I'm specifically here to catch this little black guy on the spot for my cousin Mingguang." As he turned on his computer, A-Chao turned his head, his eyes shining, with the excitement of a detective discovering the truth.

"To be honest, I've also discovered something else—Mingguang, you're probably Chinese."

Mingguang was stunned for a moment, then listened to Achao's rambling explanation.

Ah Chao received a screenshot of the conversation from Ming Guang and noticed something amiss.

"There was a grammatical error in it, which is not unusual, but the grammatical error was very special. I remember that the error was a question in my previous English CET-4 and CET-6 exams. That year, points were even given away for this question because it was controversial. Later, when it came to my time, the teacher specifically reminded me that it had been corrected to a unified answer."

"That mistake—it could be a coincidence, but it's also very possible that this person took our Chinese CET-4 and CET-6 exams. Although his conversation seemed fine, the little devil will eventually show his true colors, hehe—"

Ah Chao was very excited and eagerly awaited Ming Guang's agreement after he finished speaking, but the audience was unimpressed.

She said "oh" and continued eating her apple.

It's not surprising that there are a few anti-Chinese people; there are also Chinese people in other theater troupes.

Ah Chao could only reluctantly turn on the computer, enter the IP address, and press the button.

“We can not only track the IP location in real time, but also the locations where it is most frequently used.”

The screen zooms out from a global map to countries, cities, and streets, providing precise location information.

Finally, the red dots stopped in two different places.

"Gotcha, you little black guy!"

Ah Chao shouted excitedly, but upon closer inspection, his smile vanished, replaced by a look of confusion.