Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Nothing in this world belongs to Mengmeng, but Bai Weiran must.

Chapter Six gives you a game from the past

Some people went into a frenzy, frantically searching for Bai Weiran.

Bai Weiran was lying on the ground with his butt sticking out, reaching his hand under the low cabinet, straining forward, and encouraging himself.

"So close... so close..."

So close, yet I grit my teeth, rubbing my fingers back and forth along the edge of the phone screen, but I just can't get it to appear.

He was retrieving the phone that he had kicked under the cabinet years ago.

Failed once again, his hands were covered in years of accumulated dust. Bai Weiran leaned against the bedside and sighed, letting out a frustrated growl.

"Damn it! I should never have gone to the gym!! The gym! The biggest consumer trap in modern capitalism!!!"

I'll return this card as soon as I get back!

He initially worked out to improve his health and self-defense, but leg training caused problems. His leg strength improved, and when he kicked his phone, based on his previous physical abilities, it would have landed in the middle of the bottom cabinet, but now it went straight to the wall at the very back.

He didn't experience the benefits of physical fitness before he experienced the drawbacks.

One of his feet was handcuffed to the foot of the bed, restricting his movement. He frantically pulled at the edge of the phone whenever he touched it.

He closed his eyes and leaned against the foot of the bed, motionless.

He thought he needed tools.

But he didn't have any on hand.

He remained in a contemplative posture for a long time, like a famous statue of meditation.

Just as footsteps creaked across the old floor outside the door, two knocks sounded on the door, and Mingguang's cheerful voice rang out.

"Xiao Ran, are you sleeping?"

"No."

The door opened, but Mingguang's appearance was never straightforward. She would open it a crack, peek in half her head, and secretly look at him. Bai Weiran sat at the foot of the bed, leaning against the bed with his eyes closed, lying motionless on his back.

After a few seconds, Bai Weiran opened his eyes and looked over, their eyes meeting.

"...Are you looking for me?"

Mingguang and he locked eyes, and Mingguang squinted and chuckled happily.

Mingguang has a pair of captivating peach blossom eyes, and when he smiles, he looks like a little fox.

"I'm afraid you'll feel bored in your room."

"I found this while I was jogging this morning—"

She ran in, holding a large-tailed squirrel in her hands, barely alive, motionless in her palms.

"It can keep you company."

Just as Bai Weiran reached out to touch it, the squirrel, which had been on the verge of death, suddenly came to life. It was playing dead; its round, black eyes darted around, and it rolled over and tried to run away on all fours. Mingguang swiftly grabbed it and choked it by the neck—the squirrel immediately went limp and fainted again.

Mingguang grabbed the squirrel and handed it to Bai Weiran, laughing innocently.

"Here you go, Xiao Ran—"

Bai Weiran wasn't surprised, because this was already the fifteenth animal she had "accidentally picked up" in the past few days.

It is rich in species, including snakes, small birds, owls, foxes, wild rabbits, and all sorts of other animals.

He's taken it all; his house is practically a zoo now.

He took the squirrel, and Mingguang's face was full of joy. She chuckled and sat down next to him, hugging her legs and tilting her head to ask a question.

"What were you doing just now?"

Bai Weiran placed the squirrel on the clothes beside him, letting it continue to sleep, and pulled over a piece of paper that he had written on halfway before, pointing it out to her.

“I’m drawing the core loop diagram.” He spoke calmly, not at all like someone who was being controlled and restricted.

"I recently played an overseas game with a dragon theme, which is not common in China, but this theme is very popular abroad. The core gameplay is merging, and the style is suitable for all ages. This game has been online for a long time, but it is still on the best-selling charts."

"I drew the core cycle diagram and found that it has more than a dozen monetization points. It looks like it's a light-spending game, but the monetization pit is actually very deep. If you calculate the numbers, you can't raise a high-level dragon without spending tens of thousands."

Mingguang was confused, but she was happy when Bai Weiran spoke to her.

“I really admire him,” Bai Weiran continued.

"Everyone makes games to make money, but some games have a clear payout line that's blatantly greedy. Other games, however, can open their gluttonous mouths and eat elegantly."

"This also proves that it is no surprise that they can stay on the bestseller list for many years. No matter how all-ages the style and packaging are, they are all based on a mature business mechanism."

One is the one who binds others, and the other is the one whose freedom is bound, yet the atmosphere between them is remarkably peaceful.

Mingguang brought the small animals here just as an excuse.

Because Xiao Ran wanted to escape, she locked him in the room.

But at the same time, I felt uneasy.

Did I go too far?

She would find all sorts of excuses to come upstairs, bring him snacks, give him small animal figurines, and even come upstairs to show him her dress.

She tried desperately to make herself known to him.

But she felt conflicted inside.

She felt she hadn't done anything wrong, but she was also afraid that he would hate her because of it.

You have to keep coming up to see his attitude.

But Bai Weiran remained calm throughout.

She couldn't tell if he was trying to lie to her again or if he was secretly angry with her.

She'd rather he lied to her than be angry.

Bai Weiran was indeed not angry.

Seeing Mingguang's watchful expression, he couldn't stay angry.

Yandere's inner thoughts are very fickle.

She stubbornly believed she was right and was convinced she was doing the right thing for him.

But at the same time, she was afraid—afraid that he would get angry, afraid that if she did this, he would hate her. This deep emotion churned within her, making her both love and fearful.

He laughed, and she laughed along with him.

There's a girl whose eyes light up just from seeing you smile.

Bai Weiran knew he could pull her along and act as a source of pressure for her.

He could feign rage, become hysterical, and berate her.

That would frighten Mingguang, and although she wouldn't let him go, she would also suffer intense inner torment.

He can exploit loopholes in this violent and unstable emotional state.

But he didn't want to; he wasn't angry, pretending to be angry was exhausting.

He couldn't bring himself to be melancholy and sorrowful, to appear wooden and devoid of emotion, as if his heart had died.

That wouldn't be Bai Weiran.

He likes to take the initiative.

“It’s no fun chatting here all the time,” he suddenly said.

"How about we play a game? Let's start a new game between the two of us—hide-and-seek."

Mingguang's eyes widened, and he chuckled.

She likes this game because she's always the winner.

Actually, Bai Weiran didn't really like this game.

Because it reminds me of a certain mischievous witch who loves to have fun.

"If I win, you can let me go. If I lose, I promise you I won't run away for the next seven days."

"This game should give you a big advantage, right?"

Mingguang immediately knelt up, clasped his hands together, and his eyes shone brightly.

"...Shall we continue playing after seven days?"

They had already assumed she would win.

"Of course."

Anyway, his goal wasn't to win.

"I want to do some preparations before starting the game."

“…………?” Mingguang tilted his head in confusion.

Bai Weiran remained calm and composed, his expression unchanged.

"You know that there is a huge gap in our abilities, and a one-sided game is not fun."

"I don't ask for much, just let me find some things in this room that I can use... um, to increase the fun and difficulty of the game, you don't mind, do you?"

Mingguang chuckled and nodded vigorously.

Chapter Seven: You're So Bad, Mr. Weiran

The sky was covered with dark clouds, there was no moonlight, and the earth was shrouded in darkness.

Mingguang faced the door panel, covered his eyes with both hands, and loudly counted down.

"Thirty-nine, thirty-eight, thirty-six, thirty-three..."

Starting from 100, we counted backwards, missing a bunch of numbers in the middle, until the last ten numbers were counted correctly.

"Three, two, one! Xiao Ran, I'm coming to find you!"