Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Bai Weiran smiled slightly at the sharp question.

"...Don't worry, I already have a way to deal with her."

After all, no matter how strong Mingguang is, it can't be stronger than a platform with superhuman existence, right?

In his agreement with the platform, he specifically requested that his personal safety in the real world be guaranteed.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Truth Behind the Agreement (3K)

The first thing Bai Weiran did upon returning was, of course, to worry about the progress of his project.

I got home at 3 PM, changed my clothes, and went straight to the company.

Mengmeng held her bowl of noodles, slurping them up as she watched people leave from the doorway.

After he left, she took the bowl and went back into the room.

Mingguang cried herself to sleep and fell into a semi-conscious state, while Xia Yanle was wearing gloves and applying a white ointment to her feet.

What are you wiping?

"It promotes blood circulation and can improve skin sensitivity. It's an ointment produced in my world."

However, the ointment was not originally invented for the purpose of interrogating people.

Instead, it is used for other purposes.

When Xia Yanle transmigrated, she wanted to be prepared, but in the end she felt that using ointment was a low-class method and disdained to use it, so she simply gave up.

This will be applied entirely to bare feet, a truly ingenious idea.

Mengmeng, unaware of the mystery, simply said "Oh," found a chair, sat down, held the large white porcelain bowl, and slurped her noodles while quietly watching her, looking incredibly well-behaved.

"Has Mr. Weiran gone to work?"

"Ah."

"Tsk tsk, from 3 pm to midnight, he still has at least nine hours of overtime to work. Isn't he overjoyed?"

"Poor Mengmeng, she tries so hard to stay by Mr. Weiran's side, but she still has to spend her whole life fighting against those hateful game projects."

"Aren't you angry?" Xia Yanle asked with a smile, trying to provoke the situation.

"Why don't you snatch him away from the company, lock him up, and not let him go to work?"

"If he didn't care about company matters, all that time could belong to you, just watching over you and staying with you all the time, wouldn't that be right?"

Mengmeng stopped slurping her noodles, pouted, and picked out the shredded carrots from the bowl.

She didn't like it, but Bai Weiran always had to put it in.

One lets go, the other takes risks; it's their game, and also the fun of life.

She kicked her little feet and spoke in a soft tone.

"What you're saying is what you want, isn't it, Sister Xia?"

"Don't try to persuade others to do what you want."

"If you want it yourself, just tell Bai Weiran! What kind of stinking idiot are you, trying to incite others! You cowardly, cowardly big fool!!"

Xia Yanle paused in her smile, her clear, bright red eyes catching in her gaze.

"For Mengmeng, Bai Weiran is good enough as he is now."

"...Cute girl, she's different from before?"

In the past, she would be easily swayed by just a few words of encouragement, her little face filled with unease.

"Because I will grow up." After picking out the shredded carrots, Mengmeng happily ate the crab meat from the bottom of the bowl.

I haven't tasted crab for many days, even the crab meat smells delicious.

"Don't underestimate Mengmeng."

Xx

Bai Weiran had just finished a meeting at the company about a new map.

After the project started to improve, the art director assigned him two senior concept artists and a technical artist.

Senior professionals have an advantage over newcomers in terms of experience, making them more adept and able to communicate more effectively and precisely. However, they are not as obedient as newcomers, especially since senior professionals have more project experience and their own ideas.

Sure enough, the map is already half finished, but the art team has new ideas for adjustments.

Animated maps are a huge project that requires the producer's involvement. Bai Weiran was dragged into the meeting room as soon as he joined the company and held a long, tedious meeting for several hours. In game projects, art meetings are never fast; they are always long and tedious.

After all, the skill level is there, and there is no obvious superiority or inferiority; it is often a clash of different styles and ideas.

This is subjective; some people like it, and some people don't.

The meeting immediately turned into a bitter argument between the art and planning teams.

Within the Shile Company, the atmosphere was thick with a power struggle.

The art team will call in the art director and others, while the planning team will bring in the numerical system gameplay and the script, and also call in the producer, and the two teams will face off.

Then everyone started pointing and commenting on the several original concept art pieces.

The art team usually has a very clear direction. They have already discussed which concept art they are more satisfied with before the meeting, and there is a pre-planned strategic consensus. The planning team, on the other hand, usually does not, because they have to wait for the art team to produce the materials to know what is going on.

If both parties reach an agreement at this stage, and the planner agrees with the artist, everyone is happy.

But happy endings are rare, while the chances of war are many.

Typically, each planner has their own ideas, not only battling with the art direction but also with their own people, leading to a fragmented political landscape, a Warring States period, and a debate with a group of scholars.

The art associations united to display their dissatisfaction, as if to say, "You don't understand art, yet you insist on giving unsolicited advice to experts."

The planner was assertive yet dissatisfied, stating, "We designed the game; we're not just giving you a copycat approach. We're mixing and matching various styles."

But the art department is the boss; whether a project goes well in terms of attracting traffic depends entirely on the boss's brilliant art. The planners don't dare to really break the rules.

Both sides always laugh and argue at the same time.

Today is no exception.

Bai Weiran left the meeting room and went to the balcony to get some fresh air.

The balcony on the sixteenth floor was occupied by a colleague who was smoking, so after thinking for a moment, he went to Wu Ji's floor instead.

Their project has few people, occupies one floor, and the balconies are empty.

He was looking at the glass cleaners hanging down from the building across the street when he was suddenly patted on the back.

"Hey, isn't this Young Master Bai?"

"You've become so bold in just a few days. The enemy leader has entered our headquarters alone. Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to leave until your head rolls?"

Wu Ji handed him a bottle of lime-flavored Gatorade, joking with a smile.

Bai Weiran's project and Wu Ji's project were completely at odds, a fact well-known within the company.

Now that he's come up to this building's floor himself, isn't that like infiltrating enemy territory?

"...If I can't leave, then you, the traitor, won't live either." Bai Weiran turned on the Gatorade, not forgetting to retort. He had just taken a sip when he noticed that Wu Ji was holding a bottle of brown sugar ginger tea that was not moving, just staring at him as he drank. The look in Wu Ji's eyes sent chills down his spine.

My brother probably became yandere after spending too much time with a yandere spirit.

Having not reviewed it for a long time, it was breathtaking to see it again.

He was so frightened that he stopped drinking the Gatorade and just held it in his hand, twirling it around, afraid that there might be something wrong with it.

"Young Master Bai—" Wu Ji reached out a hand, but Bai Weiran brushed it off in a second.

"...Just talk, brother, don't get physical."

Wu Ji immediately put on a stern face.

"Young Master Bai, what are you saying? What kind of person do you take me for?"

"Someone who treats you like a wife but doesn't have you by his side, and who intends to treat his brother like a woman."

"…………" Wu Ji glared at him irritably, pulled out a necklace from his collar, the pendant being a Q-version red gun, and waved it in front of Bai Weiran.

"Look, my wife's right here. Watch your mouth, who the hell doesn't have a wife?"

"...Is your review finished?"

Wu Ji spread his hands, looking like he deserved a beating.

"It's over. How could a top student like me not pass the review?"

"Congratulations."

"Thank you."

"You promised to give me the remaining points, so hurry up and withdraw them to pay me."

"…………" How could this man suddenly turn around and ask for money?

Bai Weiran turned his head away to hide his expression, and Wu Ji punched him in the arm. The two of them laughed together, and Wu Ji cursed as he laughed.

"Stop fooling around, I'm here to talk about serious matters. What did you do?"

"...?"

"Cute girl, what agreement did you reach with the platform to bring her back?"

Wu Jitong, as a user, knew that the act of concealing the crime was a serious offense.

But in reality, there are countless tasks on the platform, and problems are frequently reported. Just catching escaped yandere girls would take a long time, let alone yandere girls like Mengmeng who arrive in their real world under special circumstances.

If no one reports it, the chances of being discovered are smaller than winning the lottery jackpot.

This time, I dragged my brothers down with me.

Wu Ji was also filled with guilt.

But saying sorry now would be superfluous.

As longtime friends, he knew Bai Weiran wouldn't want to hear his apology.

Bai Weiran would definitely say that it was his own responsibility, and that he took the initiative to help fulfill his and Honglian's long-cherished wish.

That's how he is; he makes his own decisions, doesn't blame others, and takes full responsibility.