Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

"Because Mingguang likes even this part of you."

"Even if Xiaoran lies to me, it's the kind of lying that wouldn't hurt me."

"Xiao Ran, you can't deal with Ming Guang like this. You couldn't before, and you can't now—"

"The person who could save you is gone, isn't he? That horrible, blue-eyed monster."

Bai Weiran's last consciousness came from a punch to the abdomen, neither too hard nor too soft, just right. It didn't hurt him, but it forced him to gasp uncontrollably. The sleeping gas was being sprayed at him, and this time he inhaled enough. He collapsed and lost consciousness.

The wristbands and baseball cap on the ground were picked up.

"Oh no! The gift Xiaoran bought especially for Mingguang is all dirty!"

She complained softly, while tenderly stroking her wristband and baseball cap.

"Xiao Ran is so thoughtful, she even remembered that Ming Guang likes green. It looks so nice!"

She hummed a song, put on her wristbands and baseball cap, and even admired herself in the reflection on the door.

"Let's go, Xiaoran."

"Let's go somewhere where it's just the two of us."

"I like Xiaoran, and Xiaoran can slowly start to like me too—"

**

Yandere lovers, today's update is a little late because something came up.

Our Weiran has made it to the semi-finals of the "Cute God" competition! Following the same strategy, everyone's hourly wage is high, so let's throw in as many free hearts as possible! A little bit of spending is fine, but too much is harmful. Let's all just happily support him!! Go for it! Our Bai Shao (づ￣3￣)づ╭?～

Volume

Chapter 1: What the experts said was pretty useless! (4K)

As Ah Chao passed by in the corridor, he saw Guo Guo standing behind Bai Weiran's workstation, leaning against the life-size standee that he had won in a lottery, staring suspiciously at the empty space, sipping the milk tea that looked like eight-treasure porridge in her hand.

Ah Chao quickly went over, looking distressed.

"Guoguo, don't drink your milk tea next to the standee! What if you spill it on it? There's only one of its kind in the whole world! Absolutely one of a kind!!"

Guoguo said "Oh," straightened up from her leaning position, and stirred her milk tea toppings with a straw. The milk tea was all gone, leaving only the toppings.

"I'm thinking about something—"

"...?"

"Has my son been kidnapped?"

"Brother Weiran has been kidnapped?" Ah Chao was startled and immediately became anxious.

"When did this happen? How come I didn't know? The prisoner called, asking how much ransom they want? I still have some money in my bank account—"

Guoguo rolled her eyes at him.

"What I'm saying is—could it be! Shen Dingchao, did your Chinese teacher teach you PE? Can't you even read beautiful Chinese texts?" Guoguo stirred the ingredients, then leaned back against the cardboard cutout, speaking in a detective's tone.

“He originally agreed to take two days off, for a total of four days abroad, but suddenly he extended his vacation, saying he wanted to stay abroad for a few more days… Something’s not right, this is really not right, my son isn’t like that.”

Ever since she met Bai Weiran, Bai Weiran has never actually used up all the annual leave the company gives her.

And now it's still the beginning of the year, why did you suddenly take all your remaining annual leave?

Guoguo pulled out the straw, sucked a stuck pearl into her mouth from the end, and chewed it.

"In conclusion, Shen Dingchao, I suspect my son has been kidnapped."

"This wasn't the leave he requested; it was the kidnapper who requested it for him!"

Ah Chao looked completely bewildered.

“Adaptation is not making things up, and fiction is not making things up. Guoguo, it’s not a big deal that Weiran took more annual leave. He also said that he was going abroad. Four days abroad is really rushed. Maybe he changed his mind at the last minute and wanted to play a little longer. You pointed your finger at him and scolded him the day before his leave. Don’t you remember?”

Guoguo responded with an "oh".

The day before Bai Weiran went abroad to see Qin Ning, Guoguo kept nagging him for a long time while he was working overtime that night.

Guoguo disliked that he had been working too hard lately, causing panic among the project staff. She told him to go out and reflect on his actions, and to forgive himself and his colleagues on the project.

Everyone complained about the leadership's infighting, but no one dared to say it to the leaders. Only Guoguo, Bai Weiran's best friend and confidante, had the confidence to point fingers at him and challenge him like that, and Bai Weiran could remain silent and even say, "You're right, I should reflect on my actions."

Even during Bai Weiran's trip, Guoguo personally enforced fishing regulations.

She sent Bai Weiran a work schedule via private message, and Bai Weiran replied, "Guoguo has successfully fished for fish, and she scolds him severely."

I told you to enjoy your vacation? Did you reply to my message?

Bai Weiran stopped replying to messages after being insulted.

My colleagues on the project were a little nervous at first. What should I do if my boss doesn't reply to my private messages?

The next day, everyone cheered up.

If the boss doesn't reply to our messages, we can't move forward with our work. Time to get moving! Time to really take advantage of the company.

Now that Bai Weiran is taking more leave and not coming back, he's spending even more time slacking off, and the atmosphere on the project is on a completely different level of happier than when he was around.

This can be considered Bai Weiran's retribution.

Workaholics and stress-prone individuals will eventually be ostracized.

After some persuasion, Ah Chao successfully convinced Detective Guo Guo to leave, thus betraying his beloved Wei Ran for the second time.

Xx

Bai Weiran opened his eyes, and the unfamiliar ceiling made him pause for half a second before memories of the time before he lost consciousness flooded his mind.

He thought for a moment, then calmly sat up in bed and looked around.

Mingguang is not the Mingguang of his childhood, and Bai Weiran is not the Bai Weiran of his childhood either.

He was exposed, so be it; he hadn't been unaware of that possibility.

He simply initially judged the risk of exposure to be low.

Everything has risks, and facing risks head-on is a good habit.

Since something has happened, we can only try to deal with it.

It's a little better than when he was a child—this time he wasn't tied up.

But he soon realized why there was no need to tie him up.

The walls were all black, there were no windows, and the only light in the room came from the overhead lamp. He found his suitcase next to the bed.

It felt like a responsible and considerate host was taking good care of me, but all my mobile phone and other communication devices were gone.

When he touched the wall, it was all solid.

Unable to reach the windows, it was obvious that all the windows were sealed off and blended into the walls, and the interior relied entirely on air conditioning.

The door wasn't locked, and he easily pushed it open. He found himself on the second floor of a detached building. Besides his room, there were two other rooms. One was locked, and the other, which he pushed open, was a simple bedroom, just like his own, with completely black walls, so he couldn't see what was happening outside. He didn't know where he was.

It's starting to feel like a realistic horror game—

He tiptoed out the door and smelled a fragrance wafting up from downstairs.

He didn't know what time it was or how long he had been unconscious, but the feeling of hunger clearly reminded him that he needed to eat.

He held onto the handrail and walked down the narrow stairs.

The stairwell was dark and narrow, with no lights. The light coming downstairs was like an escape door.

The aroma became stronger, and you could identify seafood, bread, butter, and a hint of vinaigrette.

Suddenly, the view opened up. The first floor was an open-plan kitchen and living room. Mingguang was humming a song in the kitchen, happily turning around. As soon as Bai Weiran's feet touched the ground, she turned around with perfect precision, smiling sweetly and brightly.

"Xiao Ran, you're awake!"

Did you sleep well?

"…………not bad."

As Bai Weiran responded, he recalled that sentence.

Experts say that people being followed should be friendly but not overly smiling, assertive but not provoking, and know how to protect themselves without overreacting.

Well, he had to admit that what the experts said was somewhat useless.

Apart from the main entrance on the first floor, there were no other exits to be seen from this house.

His idea of ​​walking through that door in front of Mingguang was simply a pipe dream.

The world is vast, but we can't let eating interfere with everything.

Bai Weiran, being both flexible and adaptable, immediately smiled slightly and stepped forward.

"The soup smells so good, is there any for me?"

"...Hehe, yes, there is some. This is for me and Xiaoran to eat together!"

She didn't say whether it was lunch or dinner, so he lost the opportunity to judge the time.

But he wasn't in a hurry. He simply walked into the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves, washed his hands carefully, and then asked in a natural and gentle manner.

"That's great, is there anything I can do to help?"

Mingguang turned his head to look at him.

Her blonde hair was tied up, and she was wearing a thin white top, denim shorts, and a light green apron.

Bai Weiran quietly met her gaze until finally, Mingguang smiled.

She could tell that Bai Weiran had no intention of resisting, so her smile became sweet, cunning, innocent, and joyful.

"Could you taste the soup for Mingguang and see if it needs more salt?"

She casually scooped some soup from the pot and held the ladle to Bai Weiran's lips.

When she was her neighbor, Bai Weiran rarely saw Mingguang cook.

She eats those kinds of things: boiled eggs, chicken breast, apples, salads and nuts, milk, soy milk, and tofu are also common dishes. It's very healthy and fits the calorie control of a dancer.

Now that I've tasted it, I'm quite surprised.