Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

"One! I feel so sorry for my brother... Waaaaaah!"

The billiard ball, which was originally moving normally, suddenly deflected and dodged the paddle, hitting the girl directly in the face. She covered her face, and the bounced billiard ball imprinted the word "stupid" on her face, but she didn't dare to let go of the paddle and continued playing while covering her face.

While hitting someone with a billiard ball isn't very harmful, the word "stupid" is extremely insulting.

If you answer correctly, there will be no issues.

If you answer incorrectly, a ball will hit you in the face.

The girls had to juggle hitting the ball and answering questions at the same time, and there were so many factors to consider that their answers eventually became reflexive.

I knew the answer as soon as I heard the question.

This move was actually used by Bai Weiran and Wu Ji in high school.

Using table tennis as a training method, one person asks a question and serves, while the other answers and counterattacks.

If they answered incorrectly, they had to start over; if they answered correctly, they had to take turns asking questions. As the speed of the game increased, they were no longer thinking, but rather relying on reflexive memory.

—The answer comes to mind as soon as I hear the question.

Using this method, they were able to remember all the historical years and mathematical formulas clearly.

This learning method is also effective for young women whose memory and physical abilities are at their peak.

He set only twenty questions, but he questioned them repeatedly until they could answer them fluently.

If you hesitate or answer incorrectly, the billiard ball will brand your face with the mark of "stupidity".

The purpose is so that when they encounter the same situation, they will not immediately follow the other person's logic.

Instead, it gives rise to the seeds of questioning and resistance.

The girl's face had at least seven or eight "stupid" characters, and sometimes as many as forty or fifty.

He wavered between the two extreme values, lost in thought.

One hundred yandere girls are very efficient at getting paid.

However, the teaching progress is a major problem.

No matter how hard he tries to allocate his time, he still has to go to work, from 9 am to 9 pm. Even during his lunch break, he goes into the dark room, and the time he can go in each day is limited.

You can't expect them to stay up all day and wait for him to come and teach them at night.

Even with limited time spent together during one-on-one lessons, and with people locked in a small, dark room with nothing to do but study, he can still monitor them in real time. Now, with a hundred girls, they could chat all day long without doing anything else.

They didn't know each other at first and were very shy, rarely talking to each other. But after completing the tasks he assigned and eating and sleeping together for a few days, they gradually made their own friends and formed their own small circles.

During lunch break, she kept muttering to herself.

He just didn't know how girls could have so much to talk about.

This indirectly confirms that the girls are not taciturn; they simply haven't found their kind.

What you perceive as gentleness and tranquility might simply be that she has nothing to say to you.

Most people with normal intelligence and values ​​have their own opinions on things and are not a complete mess.

Those scumbags want women to be quiet, obedient, and gentle, yet they also find them boring because they think they are quiet, obedient, and gentle.

They've said everything they need to say, so they have no other choice but to turn to the dark side.

They talked in a noisy and disruptive way, but Bai Weiran thought it might not be such a bad thing.

Willing to actively share and communicate with others —

But he's still too good at chatting and slacking off.

Bai Weiran had a headache as he looked at the system data displayed on his phone.

At first, they were very obedient and enthusiastic, and the construction progressed rapidly. Now that they have started making friends and chatting, the construction progress has slowed down.

Interpersonal relationships do not improve work efficiency.

A ruthless workplace can be more effective.

However, he couldn't bring himself to stop them.

Yandere characters are more likely to understand each other. They finally managed to find friends, but after such a short time together, they have to go their separate ways. He's not some kind of devil.

Their depression has decreased, their descent into darkness has lessened, and fewer people have gone to the rooftop or fled.

...However, the construction progress was slow, and the course schedule also fell behind.

After considering the whole story, Bai Weiran finally turned his attention to the school's personnel matters.

Ultimately, besides the school's uncanny legend and a school pet, there's nothing else currently in charge of these hundred girls.

They didn't dare to say a word when he was around, but they started making a scene after he left.

He was there for too little of the time.

I don't want to be like a strict, old-fashioned homeroom teacher who checks on them all the time, comes to see them every time they go to the toilet, says a few harsh words, and makes them study all day long.

He used to dislike this kind of homeroom teacher.

The "yandere education" isn't about three years of college entrance exam preparation and five years of mock exams; it's about teaching them to stay away from scumbags, not teaching them to be afraid of men.

Too much of a good thing is bad; there are still plenty of good men in the world.

We need manpower.

We need someone trustworthy, who understands yandere girls, and is obedient.

The three-hour table tennis lesson ended, and the girls were so tired that their hands and feet were weak. They bowed to him in thanks and filed away, leaving the scene quiet except for Bai Weiran.

He appeared on the rooftop in the blink of an eye.

Gaga's reply popped up on the screen.

[In the dark room, Mr. Wei Ran held the highest authority.]

[The items used here, even if they involve other people, will be subject to your highest priority enforcement power.]

【…Mr. Weiran, what are you trying to do now? щ(?Д?щ)】

[I get the feeling you're going to do something reckless again! ———]

Bai Weiran picked up a gleaming gold commemorative coin and flicked it with one finger.

"come over--"

A white light flashed and then disappeared, and a pretty brown-haired girl who was putting a spoonful of strawberry sundae into her mouth suddenly appeared on the spot, her eyes wide with panic as she was suddenly teleported from her home to an unfamiliar place.

When he saw clearly that Bai Weiran was innocent, his eyes widened in shock, a mixture of surprise and panic.

"...God, the Godfather of Gods!?"

Bai Weiran leaned forward, hands in his pockets, relaxed, and smiled slightly.

"Zhen Jing, you said before that you would like to help me if there was a chance in the future, right?"

"...Now your chance has come."

Their eyes met through the mask, and the brown-haired girl swallowed hard, then swallowed the sweet strawberry sundae in her mouth.

Chapter Eight: Taking it too seriously is misguided!

The girls who were chatting and eating happily in the cafeteria suddenly fell silent as they looked at the two people who walked in from the door. To be precise, Bai Weiran walked in, while Zhen Jing was dragged in by clinging to his leg.

"Starting today, she will be your teacher—"

"Aaaaaah, no! Godfather, I can't be a teacher—!"

Zhen Jing noticed everyone's gaze and screamed, turning her head in a panic.

"I'm just a lousy writer, Godfather, please don't want me!!!"

“You majored in literature in your undergraduate degree, and your school was one of the top schools.”

"But I'm not used to being in front of crowds!!"

"Stop lying. You've held so many autograph sessions. Aren't your fans human?"

"But they are my book fans!"

"Then why don't you just treat them as your book fans? Or just turn them into book fans directly."

"But...but..."

Zhen Jing's tears flowed down in two wide streams.

Oh, Godfather, why don't you live in my memory, but live in front of me?

She felt an urge to write a new book, "One Hundred Ways to Kill the Godfather."

Inspiration struck—

Bai Weiran saw her sigh.

She made herself look like a wicked capitalist, pushing people into a fire pit.

Actually, he didn't ask her to do anything; she just managed the order according to the schedule he gave her.

"Or you don't want to help me anymore? Then I'll give it to you..."

Zhen Jing wiped her tears on his trouser leg, and after crying and wailing for a while, she calmed down a lot.

"...No! Of course I'm willing to help Godfather, you're my great benefactor. Even if it means going through fire and water, climbing mountains of knives and plunging into boiling oil, I...I'll still consider it, after all, doing that would be a bit painful..."

Having spent some time together, Bai Weiran knew Zhen Jing's personality very well.

Intermittent bursts of high aspirations, constant periods of depression and resignation to death.

She's the kind of person who's indecisive and soft-hearted.

She often fails because of her own hesitation, but if you push her, she is not unwilling to do it.

Zhen Jing is the kind of girl who absolutely hates stepping out of her comfort zone.

Her first reaction to something unfamiliar is resistance.

But she herself is very soft-hearted, and after thinking about it for a while, she came to terms with it.