Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

“This parrot can recite texts,” he explained.

"It can recite a total of 121 famous sayings from ancient times."

"My task is not difficult; I just hope you won't be dumber than parrots."

"If you can memorize all 121 articles from memory, I will provide you with a high-level reward—"

"Starting today, he will be your bedtime story."

The parrot spoke without hesitation.

“When a virtuous person is devoted to his family, the people will be inspired to be benevolent; when he does not forget old friends, the people will not steal.”

Don't seek deep understanding, just aim for quick memorization: bedtime stories about military-style management.

He snapped his fingers to extinguish the last light and disappeared from the dormitory in the blink of an eye.

The girls looked at each other, and one by one they lay down.

Some people diligently repeated after the parrot, while others fell asleep from exhaustion after a day's work.

Some people stared at the ceiling, motionless.

Bai Weiran, however, did not leave.

He floated above the school building, took out his phone, and the light from the screen made his eyes appear as white frames.

A golden commemorative coin emerges, and within ten seconds, a pink-haired figure emerges from it, accompanied by sound effects.

"Buzz buzz buzz—Hawkeye Nana, reporting for duty! Mr. William."

He patted her head.

"Then trouble you."

Ultimately, how could a century-old school building be without an incredible campus legend?

If there isn't one, he'll put one in himself.

Yandere is no ordinary person.

Some are genuinely frightened into obedience, while others, though compliant, harbor ulterior motives.

Those who want to die, those who want to escape, those who want to cause trouble in the middle of the night, I have sentinels ready to hunt you down.

Looking at the people who have actually died, would you still dare to die?

Hawkeye Nana glanced around, let out a cry of "Oh dear!", and rushed to his side, hugging his arm, her soft voice trembling.

"Mr. William, it's so dark, dilapidated, and scary here. Could there be ghosts?"

"........."

Is this a case of the thief crying "stop thief"?

Xx

A flash of white light, and Bai Weiran returned to the present world.

The parrot in the dark bedroom was still reciting the Analects.

Several slender figures got up and walked unsteadily towards the rooftop.

Stumbling through the dimly lit stairwell and climbing the stairs, a desperate calm lingered in their deep eyes.

They faced death with the same fearlessness as if they were falling into an abyss.

The door to the rooftop was half-open, creaking loudly in the night wind.

The brown-haired girl at the head of the group pushed open the door, her eyes widening suddenly as she let out a piercing scream.

She stumbled backward, tumbling into a pile of about ten girls behind her.

Bathed in the moonlight outside the door, barefoot and dressed in a little princess silk dress, the pink-haired ghost activated her terrifying mode. Pink hairs fell in front of her, with only a large, bloodshot eye peeking out from between them. Her eerie coloratura soprano voice echoed in the hallway.

"That's really bad!"

"Dying is really... bad!"

The girls huddled together; fear is the most primal and direct human feeling, and all other feelings must come after it.

They forgot their original purpose and uttered those words in terror.

"Yes! There's a ghost—"

They fled back in panic, and the pink-haired ghost cackled twice and gracefully gave chase.

"Don't run away~~~ You guys like to wander around at night instead of sleeping~~ Nana will play with you~~ Ghost~ Tag~ People~ Pinch!!!"

"Where...is there...a naughty baby who won't sleep...?"

Nana was extremely excited.

Holy crap, so many people can see her.

Mr. William really wasn't lying to her; many people could see her in this special space!

The pink-haired ghost chased after them frantically with its hands raised. The girls in front of it cried until their eyes were like two sun eggs, screaming and fleeing down the corridor. There was no trace of the dark and gloomy ghost.

Saying you want to die is one thing, actually wanting to die is another, but seeing horror materialize is a completely different matter.

"Hehehe~~ Come on, let's play~~ Come on, let's play~~ Come on, let's play~~~"

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There will be another update before 10 PM, yanderes! (*＾▽＾)／

Chapter Three: You Don't Like Xiao Long Bao!

When Bai Weiran returned to the real world, it was already late at night.

The living room light was still on. Mengmeng was engrossed in the screen, Friday was fast asleep in the corner, and the cat had rolled out of its cat bed, its head tilted back, its little mouth slightly open, and its pink tongue sticking out.

Bai Weiran then went to touch it.

On Friday, I felt someone touching me in my sleep. I rubbed against them comfortably, and my little cat fist rubbed against his sleeve.

After petting the cat, he poured himself a glass of water and walked behind Mengmeng with it.

She was engrossed in playing a new shooting game online with the two chubby brothers.

As summer vacation began, the internet-addicted girl, who had been confined to school for a semester, was like a tiger released from its cage after being held back for a whole semester.

He buried himself in playing games.

They progress at an average pace of completing one game every three days.

Bai Weiran's current game library is almost not as extensive as Mengmeng's.

Mengmeng is rich, and the revenue sharing from Shile virtual anchors makes her very wealthy.

She has no other hobbies. While most girls would like to buy dresses, cosmetics, skincare products, perfumes, and accessories, Mengmeng has no interest in any of these. The only thing she spends money on is games. Nine out of ten packages she opens contain games.

Bai Weiran considered himself a person who didn't care much about material desires, but Mengmeng's lack of concern for them even exceeded the level he could accept.

He frowned as he looked at her long shirt with the collar frayed, thinking that he should find time to take Mengmeng shopping for clothes.

She only ever wore a few clothes, many of which were left to her by Bai Shimo, many of which she dug out of Qin Ning's closet from clothes that Qin Ning no longer wanted to wear, and some of which she wore by borrowing his clothes.

He glanced at his phone and called out to her from the side.

"Don't stay up too late."

Mengmeng stared at the screen without moving, and then hummed in agreement.

"Ten more minutes."

Okay, enough with the old lies of gamers.

He shrugged and went to take a shower.

I'm going to wait until Mengmeng comes out before I try to persuade her.

Qin Ning wasn't home; she had accepted a VIP invitation from a brand to attend a fashion show for autumn/winter.

For this fall/winter fashion show, Qin Ning even hired a private Italian tutor to take three months of online courses, just so she could express her love for the new collection to the designer in person.

She could hire a translator, but she felt that would lack sincerity and genuine feeling.

Qin Ning has always been very proper in her manners, and her interactions with others always reflect thoughtfulness beneath her haughty demeanor.

Only he and Mengmeng were left at home, and it was quiet for a while.

He had finished showering and was going to read a book for a while, but after Mengmeng finished her game, he urged her to go to sleep.

Being forcibly separated from the battle is more painful for players than having their bowels clamped shut after three days of constipation.

He understood and wasn't in a hurry; he didn't expect to fall asleep first.

"Wow...white..."

After finishing the game, Mengmeng was about to cheer and share her great victory when she turned around and saw this scene. She immediately covered her mouth and fell silent.

Bai Weiran sat on the sofa, dressed in comfortable casual clothes. His left elbow was resting on the armrest, supporting his forehead. His right leg was bent and crossed, with a book on it. His left foot hung down naturally. His right hand was resting on the open pages of the book. He had closed his eyes and fallen asleep.

A reading lamp was lit beside him, and under the lamp were roses that Qin Ning had sent from the florist.

The roses weren't the usual red, white, yellow, or pink; they had a particularly rare bronze metallic hue, possessing a mature, dignified, and sophisticated beauty.

This uniqueness makes the rose and the youth unexpectedly complement each other.

This completely baffled Mengmeng.

Her small hands went from covering her mouth to covering her chest, and she felt her heart pounding so fast she could barely stand it.

When you like someone, they become more and more attractive the more you look at them.

At first glance, he was just one person, someone who was rather good-looking.

When you spend time together, you see each other every day, and warmth shines through the ordinary moments. Then, after a while, you suddenly look back and realize that this person is standing in the dim light.

It was so delightful.

Mengmeng smiled secretly, her eyes sparkling.