Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Qin Ning was smug and ignored his reasonable advice. She worked for half an hour, then stretched and got up. Like a little kitten, she walked up to him in her soft slippers, smiled, bent down, and kissed him several times.

"Great, all replenished. I'm going back to work now!"

"…………!"

"…………!?"

Qin Ning looked at Bai Weiran's stunned and bewildered expression, and felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

Tie up Bai Weiran, who is trying hard to improve himself, and force him to give up and not do anything!

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I didn't post much yesterday, so I'll work harder today to make it up to everyone.

Yandere lovers, today is the last day of the Bai Shao Moe God special feature.

Hurry up and claim your cards if you haven't already! The champion cards are not only animated, but they also have five voice lines to listen to in rotation.

This is a voice message I wrote. I hope all the yandere fans who hear it will feel happy, and let's all get courage from Brother Weiran.

There are also limited-edition avatar frames and "cute god" tags—it's a once-in-a-lifetime event, waaaaaah!

Less than 12 hours left before it's gone forever! Don't miss out! (Deafeningly loud!)

Chapter Thirty-One: The Tools to Protect Him (3K)

Qin Ning's slender fingers glided across the smooth, brand-new laptop keyboard.

Qin Ning is a young lady from a wealthy family. She has seriously practiced musical instruments for several years. When she plays the keyboard, she stands up with her fingertips and taps the keys. It is pleasing to the eye to watch, and the rhythm is just right, neither too fast nor too slow.

The fat parrot in the cage is asleep.

Qin Ning was looking at the briefing sent by the marketing department when she glanced up and saw Bai Weiran with his head down, motionless. He wasn't asleep; his eyes were half-closed, and he seemed to be deep in thought, his lips moving slightly as if he were muttering to himself, but she couldn't hear what he was saying.

Curious, she went over and heard a string of non-repeating and complicated numbers.

"………………?"

At first glance, it sounds like some kind of password, but what password could instantly exceed ten, twenty, or even one hundred digits?

Was Wei Ran's brother tied up and turned into a brainwashed NTR by her?

Bai Weiran smiled and offered to answer her questions.

"I'm memorizing pi."

"I used to play this with people in high school. I just remembered it and tried to memorize it. I didn't expect to still remember quite a bit."

Qin Ning: …………

How miserable was your high school that all you could do with your classmates was play with pi?

Bai Weiran understood her thoughts and shrugged.

"It can only be said that boys and girls have different logic when playing games."

Here's what happened—

After his grades soared, the classmate who had been far ahead of him became resentful and started picking fights with him every day. One evening during self-study, a showdown ensued.

A shorthand competition.

You have five minutes to prepare and see who can memorize the digits of pi after the decimal point.

Whoever loses has to run errands for the other for a week, available whenever needed.

At that time, Wu Ji tried his best to dissuade Bai Weiran from participating, making tsk-tsk noises in Bai Weiran's ear.

"That guy was already famous in his first year of high school. He participated in math competitions and won the championship. The competition was about who could recite more irrational numbers after the decimal point of pi. It was thanks to him that our high school won. Now he's challenging you to this competition. He's clearly trying to sabotage you. Young Master Bai, don't accept the challenge. It's a trap!"

Bai Weiran nodded, neither confirming nor denying, and said, "Don't worry."

The duel has begun.

The other person could recite up to 267 decimal places, while Bai Weiran could recite up to 456 decimal places, leaving the onlookers completely dumbfounded.

A complete and utter domination.

His classmates asked him how he could memorize such a large number of irrational numbers if nothing was wrong.

"...because I can recite the characters my sister likes."

Bai Shimo became obsessed with a foreign comic at that time.

The protagonist is portrayed as a super math genius who spends his leisure time memorizing irrational numbers after the decimal point of pi. He was originally a carefree top student, but after experiencing a series of harsh blows from society and drastic changes in his life, he unexpectedly embarks on the path of a casino cheat.

As an older brother, Bai Weiran felt that these cartoons praising casinos were not good things.

My younger sister is still a big fan of the male lead in the show.

A middle school student keeps saying that this is her first love and husband. Others just think that a teenage girl is daydreaming, but Bai Weiran is terrified. She worries about her parents in front of her brother.

He wasn't a sister-obsessed brother; he was just worried that his sister might misjudge people and end up marrying a gambler, ruining the rest of her life.

The fantasy of the two-dimensional world must be destroyed by the higher-dimensional downgrading of the three-dimensional world.

So he also started learning to memorize it.

Bai Shimo was stunned and forgot all about her husband from the comic book.

Men who are inferior to my brother are truly pathetic!

Bai Weiran was laughing happily at the time, and the classmates looked at each other and unanimously uttered two words.

"Sister complex".

"I'm not a sister-complex person." He stopped smiling and retorted seriously.

"I don't have any incestuous or perverted thoughts about my sister, I'll just keep my feelings to myself."

The students all admired Bai Weiran, such an upright person.

But later events proved that Bai Weiran not only didn't have any ulterior motives towards his sister, but he also wouldn't allow anyone else to have any ulterior motives towards her.

Bai Weiran forgave the student who lost the battle.

“We’re all in high school now. Making an agreement like running errands is too childish. Let’s turn hostility into friendship.”

There was an atmosphere of turning enemies into friends. The two shook hands, and everyone present felt a sense of admiration for each other, and was moved by the good relationship that Zhuge Liang and Zhou Yu had established.

Coincidentally, the student who provoked them was surnamed Zhou.

This should have been a wonderful thing, with the young boys enjoying their campus life to the fullest.

Two weeks later, the school anniversary arrived. Bai Shimo, dressed in an adorable snow-white junior high school uniform, ran to their class's booth, charming everyone with her cuteness.

All those who proactively sought out Bai Weiran to ask for his sister's WeChat were rejected.

That Zhou student was bolder; he took a roundabout approach and added Bai Shimo on WeChat, hoping to steal her away.

But a world boss was standing next to the high ground crystal.

Not only was he blocked by the younger sister he wanted to pursue, but even Bai Weiran himself blocked him.

History and reality both prove that Zhuge Liang and Zhou Yu could not coexist peacefully.

"I was bored here just now and remembered this, so I memorized it. Surprisingly, I remembered quite a lot, but it seems that I'm past my prime. I can probably only remember about a hundred characters."

Qin Ning found it amusing and offered to test it out on Bai Weiran.

I searched online for the irrational number of pi, and read it aloud and looked at it.

Finally, when you count them all up, it's two hundred and ninety-nine.

"Although I still don't know what the point of memorizing this is," Qin Ning commented, a smile on her face.

"It's fun."

Because it's fun, why should it have any meaning?

Qin Ning tilted her head slightly.

That's true, she also found it kind of fun.

Taking advantage of the relaxed atmosphere, Bai Weiran naturally asked to be untied.

"Being tied up all the time is really uncomfortable. Even prisoners get time to go outside, don't they?"

He knows very well that he should be flexible in this situation.

Qin Ning grunted, turned her gaze away, circled around, and then turned back.

"...What about bribes?"

"...?"

"Don't prisoners try to bribe the guards, give them a little something, make them happy? If the guards are happy, then they'll let you go?"

Qin Ning crossed her arms, looking as serious as an interviewer, her chin held high, and mumbled to Bai Weiran.

Bai Weiran remembered that he actually had something he could use to amuse her.

He detailed Mingguang's actions and the incidents that occurred, and demanded that the platform assist in ensuring his personal safety.

His feelings toward Mingguang were very complicated.

He knew her behavior was wrong, but he couldn't bring himself to truly criticize her. He didn't want to use legal means against her, because if word got out that the renowned young dancer was a stalker, all his hard work might be for naught.

She might not care, but he does.

Mingguang and he used to be friends.

It is best to involve a third-party platform that is unrelated to this world.

The platform accepted his request and sent him a gift package.

The contents of the gift pack were not specified, but Bai Weiran predicted that they would most likely be defensive items.

For example, you can physically isolate a specific object, preventing it from getting within 100 meters of you.

This item is available in the item shop.

The range can be selected from hundreds of meters, kilometers, to three kilometers, with the price increasing the further the distance.