Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Qin Ning watched his retreating figure as he crossed the customs gate, her large eyes flickering with light as she bit her tender lips.

Once they saw that he had passed through, they called him again and told him not to hang up, and that he had to stay on the phone until he boarded the plane.

"Are you home yet?" Bai Weiran asked her.

"Got home."

"That's good, I'm boarding the plane now."

"You don't need to hang up the phone once you get on the plane!!"

"Talking on the plane is prohibited."

You can pay for Wi-Fi on the plane!

Qin Ning spoke with a burst of heroic spirit.

"You buy it, I'll pay for it."

Bai Weiran chuckled silently.

Aren't you going to give me a chance to sleep?

"Qin Ning, you didn't let me get much sleep last night."

Hearing him laugh like that, Qin Ning's face flushed red, and she collapsed into the pillow.

Yesterday, the thought of him leaving almost made her lose control.

After only two days, the unfamiliarity caused by the distance vanished in an instant, and the overwhelming familiarity and intimacy drove her crazy. She kept provoking him, wanting him to comfort her again and again. While accepting his comfort, she almost frantically explored and kissed his skin.

Then he wasn't allowed to really—

Her whole body was burning hot, but she noticed that his clear eyes were slightly moist.

She was so happy she was almost going crazy.

The desire for him, and the urge to pull him away, are bittersweet.

"Then you promise to call me as soon as you land!"

"it is good."

"........."

"I'm going to hang up."

"Wait a little longer!"

"Sweetie, I'll definitely call you as soon as I land." Bai Weiran finally ended the game and hung up the phone.

Qin Ning lay on her bed for a long time, holding her burning cheeks.

Wei Ran called her "good girl".

He called her "good girl" last night too.

Once an unusual experience is had, many words become coded messages that evoke memories.

She thought about the context in which he said that word, and she was overwhelmed with both excitement and despair. Her body forced her to relive the pleasure of that moment, and she kicked the bed wildly with her hands and feet. Then, she was suddenly overcome with a sense of panic.

He's on the plane. What if something happens to the plane?

What if, one day, this person is gone?

Oh, she'll go crazy, really—she can't stand it!

Qin Ning's thoughts instantly became chaotic and fluctuated wildly, but she knew that Bai Weiran could not comfort her now. She jumped up, paced around the room for a while like a trapped beast, and then she made a phone call, frantically asking what to do.

The person on the other end was silent for a few seconds, then a soft, childlike voice cursed at her.

"...You're an idiot!"

"You idiot, hurry up and take a sleeping pill and go to sleep! Mengmeng is busy! Don't make these pointless phone calls to me!"

"Aren't you afraid at all?!" Qin Ning was furious.

"I'm not afraid." The girl on the other end was very calm, her tone much more composed than Qin Ning's, who was in a panic.

"Mengmeng is going to die anyway. Bai Weiran is going to die, so I might as well go and die with him."

The call was disconnected, leaving Qin Ning alone, staring blankly at her phone.

This was the first time Miss Qin had been called an idiot.

Mengmeng put her phone down to the side, and someone immediately took it with a tray.

Due to the time difference, it was already dark where Mengmeng was. In the dimly lit chemistry classroom, Mengmeng sat on a chair, surrounded by five girls in the same uniform.

A young man in front of me had a cloth stuffed in his mouth and was tied up to a chair. His eyes were bulging out of their sockets in terror, and he could only whimper incoherently.

Mengmeng looked at her nails and blew on them.

"You're pretty good—"

"I was fishing for my classmate online."

Young men, professional anglers, who pride themselves on their high taste and look down on girls with low education and average social standing, prefer girls from good families and with good upbringing. They create fake accounts to infiltrate school forums and fish for girls.

The method of casting a wide net has indeed fooled some naive girls.

But he became too arrogant and complacent, and his plan backfired.

Because he posted his chat logs with all sorts of girls online.

Each girl who believed him confided her predicament, her private troubles, and how sincerely she liked him.

He also analyzed and commented on the current progress of the dating game strategy, looking quite pleased with himself.

But the internet is no longer a lawless place; everything leaves a trace. Big data pushes are fierce, and information spreads rapidly by word of mouth.

He was found.

And that's how we got to where we are today.

He whimpered, his face pale with fright. What truly terrified him was a thin cotton rope extending from under his chair all the way to Mengmeng's face.

"It's nothing, I just set off some fireworks."

"It makes a whooshing and bouncing sound when lit, it's very pretty!"

The little girl smiled and comforted him, but to the man, it was utterly terrifying.

The fireworks were right beneath his open crotch; any man would instinctively feel fear.

Mengmeng chuckled, picked up the matchbox, and snapped a match to light it. The light shone on her face in the dim room, making her red eyes appear even redder.

"You can't do bad things anymore!"

"Those who do bad things will be punished!"

"I'll be punished by Mengmeng—"

She threw the match forward.

The young man's terrified eyes followed the match spinning in the air.

The match was thrown off course and landed on the ground next to the cotton rope, flickered twice, and went out.

"Oh no, Mengmeng is so clumsy, she can't even throw properly. But it's okay, there are still so many left."

She smiled and struck another match.

At first glance, it resembles that adorable, utterly innocent little match girl.

But her actions were malicious and torturous; she threw the ropes haphazardly one by one, but couldn't hit the cotton rope.

Only torment a man's emotions to the highest point.

"Oh no! What do we do when we're out of matches?"

She covered her mouth, the girl surprised, as two classmates reached out to her from both sides at the same time.

"Mengmeng, use mine."

"No, Mengmeng, use mine."

Both of them had a brand new matchbox in their hands.

Two girls glared at each other in an attempt to get Mengmeng to choose them, while the other three girls looked at Mengmeng with loving, indulgent, and utterly delighted eyes.

If Bai Weiran were here, he would definitely be speechless, rubbing his forehead.

The poor, bullied child (incorrect)

School bully and group favorite (correct)

Mengmeng finally chose the box on the left. The girl who was chosen was smug, head held high and chest puffed out, like a queen's personal guard.

Mengmeng started throwing matches again, this time she was more serious, and finally one lit match burned onto the thin cotton string. The flame slowly licked forward, and the terrified whimpers in the classroom grew louder and louder.

The first explosion rang out, followed by the man's scream. Mengmeng yawned and stood up. Backlit by the fireworks, the colorful halo of light became the backdrop for the adorable little girl. She looked as cute as an elf who had just stepped out of the fireworks.

However, they are dark elves.

"Mengmeng needs to go back to sleep! It's very late."

"If Mengmeng stays up too late, some people will be unhappy, hehe." She covered her mouth and chuckled to herself.

She was both terrifying and endearing, with a blatant little evil that no one would think she was wrong.

A cute and charming villain.

She skipped two steps forward, then suddenly turned around, just like an ordinary girl. Finally, unable to contain her joy, she covered her mouth and laughed, eager to share it with everyone.

"Hey, I'm telling you, Bai Weiran said he's coming to pick me up!"

"Bai Weiran, come pick Mengmeng up from school!"

Go home, go home, go back to their home—

"...Big Rabbit got sick, Second Rabbit went to see him, Third Rabbit bought medicine, Fourth Rabbit brewed it, Fifth Rabbit died—oh, Fifth Rabbit didn't die! Fifth Rabbit is going home, Bai Weiran is coming to pick him up!"

Xx

It was already late at night when the plane arrived, so Bai Weiran had no choice but to take a taxi home.

He stared at his phone screen in the taxi, pondering with his chin in his hand.