Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Qin Ning arrived at the company later than him, and she would usually be there by then, but she was nowhere to be seen today.

He went into the bedroom, but no one was there. He casually lifted and straightened the quilt that was in a mess on the bed. He walked to the wardrobe, opened it, and there was the white-haired girl sleeping inside.

She wore a large men's casual white shirt as a long nightgown, her two thin legs bare, curled up among a pile of clothes, like a little bird in its nest.

Before he was imprisoned by Mingguang, Mengmeng didn't have this habit.

When he got back, he found that Mengmeng was using his wardrobe as her bedroom and was sleeping in it all the time.

This habit is really a headache.

The wardrobe was so cramped that it was uncomfortable to sleep in, and she would also make a mess of all the clothes in it.

He told her several times, but it was no use.

He would tidy up and fold the clothes, and she would slip in right afterward, leaving the closet a mess, like a wholesale market for rags.

The light shining into the wardrobe made Mengmeng frown. She rubbed her eyes with her little hands, opened them a crack to look at him, then closed them again, yawned, and looked sleepy. Because she was sleeping soundly, her little face was rosy.

He reached out and gently poked her cheek.

Mengmeng has a bad temper when she wakes up. She immediately whimpered, looking both cute and fierce, and half-opened her eyes, her red eyes bright.

What are you doing?!

"I need to get my clothes."

He still needs to change his clothes and go to work.

His clothes were all pinned down by her.

Mengmeng said "oh" and gestured for him to close the wardrobe door first. After waiting for more than ten seconds, the wardrobe opened a crack again, and a small hand held a light gray long-sleeved shirt. A questioning voice floated out from the crack in the door.

"Bai Weiran, is this the garment you dropped?"

"No."

The little hand that had been peeking through the crack in the door withdrew, only to peek out again a moment later.

"So, is this the garment you dropped?"

Bai Weiran: …………

That's a support T-shirt for Mengmeng's work as a virtual streamer, with a chibi version of Mengmeng's character printed on it.

They either gave him winter clothes or a T-shirt to cheer him on, which was both funny and exasperating.

"Not at all."

The little hand withdrew, and the wardrobe door closed.

This time it took a little longer; there was a rustling sound.

After a while, the little hand reached out again.

This time, he was holding a loose-fitting white casual shirt, his forearms round and bare.

"Bai Weiran, to reward your honesty, I bestow this white shirt upon you."

The shirt still retains warmth.

He calmly accepted it, letting his thoughts skip over what was currently inside the wardrobe.

Mengmeng has her shy moments, but she also has her impulsive and bold moments.

As she watched him take the clothes, she withdrew her little hand, peeking out a large, bright red eye from the gap to watch him change, while chuckling to herself.

Bai Weiran suspected that he was gradually losing the sense of shame that a normal person should have.

Or perhaps there's no need for any sense of shame; just drag the person out of the closet and give them a good beating.

Let her know that she can't keep teasing normal straight men with such malicious intent.

He thought about it, but he didn't actually do it.

Excessive stimulation might not be enough for her delicate heart.

He changed his clothes, said goodbye to Mengmeng, and left.

When I arrived at the company, I noticed that some of the people on the project looked strange and nervous.

Guoguo nervously clutched her head and muttered to herself in her seat.

"I, Guoguo, am willing to live a balanced life, combining meat and vegetables, in exchange for victory in this company's internal user acquisition competition—"

Someone had also stuck a note on her back.

Don't mess with me—

Ah Chao was holding a plastic pirate barrel toy. A pirate was inside the barrel, and dozens of plastic knives were stuck into the blades on the barrel. If a mechanism was triggered, the pirate would spring up. It was a prop that the group liked to use when drawing lots for fun.

At this moment, Ah Chao's expression was anything but relaxed. He kept stabbing the plastic knife inside, muttering to himself.

"We win, they win, we win, they win, we win, they win..."

When the words "They won" were spoken, the pirate suddenly jumped out of the barrel, and Ah Chao immediately covered his head and screamed, his whole face scrunched up.

A few seconds later, he switched back to the pirate and started the game again.

"We win, they win, we win, they win, we win, they win..."

Guoguo and Achao were eccentric, and the other colleagues weren't much better off, either lost in thought, posing like statues, or wielding toy knives and guns from the group, groaning and slashing at each other.

"Let's duel, Yugi!!"

"My turn, draw your sword!!!"

"I flipped over the trap card and slashed back!"

Bai Weiran glanced at the chaotic project and calmly sat back down at his workstation.

After Wu Ji started testing user acquisition with his project, his team became like this.

Outside of their own work, people couldn't hide their unease, leading to all sorts of outrageous and bizarre behavior.

Even Bai Weiran was helpless in this situation. He could only wait for the results of both sides' traffic acquisition to be announced. Only when the outcome was clear and the project team could calm down and formulate the next steps.

Around noon, he met with Wu Ji. After scanning the code and placing the order, Wu Ji started complaining.

"My grandfather asked me to go home to see him again."

Upon hearing this reason, Bai Weiran's expression turned indifferent, and he simply said "Oh."

Wu Ji's parents died early, and he was raised by his grandparents. It was not easy for the elderly to raise children, and Wu Ji was very filial to his grandparents. During holidays, he would always go home to be with them.

But the old man loves to show off his grandson when he has nothing to do. Wu Jiren is good-looking, works in a big city, and his salary is considered high even back in his hometown.

In addition, his grandparents often showed off the photos, and in doing so, they won the hearts of many young girls.

Other men have one woman and a hundred suitors, this man has one handsome guy and a hundred suitors.

Grandpa Wu often summoned him home, ostensibly to see his grandfather, but in reality, he was secretly calling him back for a blind date.

It's just an everyday meal.

Wu Ji looked distressed in front of him and covered his face with his hands.

"Oh, Mr. Bai, I'm under so much pressure!"

The waiter came over, carrying two trays and cheerfully inquiring.

"Hey buddy, who wants the extra spicy and extra meat version of beef fried rice?"

Bai Weiran raised his hand to signal, and the waiter said "Okay" and placed the fried rice in front of him and the fried noodles in front of Wu Ji.

"Our soup and tea are unlimited, please help yourself, sir!"

The young man left, and he ate his meal by himself, which made Wu Ji indignant.

"...Young Master Bai, don't you have a heart? You don't even feel sorry for me when you hear about my misfortune?"

Bai Weiran glanced at him and slowly swallowed her fried rice.

It's not that he lacks compassion, but rather that Wu Ji's blind date topics are all about his aunt.

I come once a month and report on time.

Old brother, you understand Wu Ji's mentality.

Someone who's been called handsome since childhood, someone who's always been pursued, has a bit of a prince complex.

Compared to others, Wu Ji's prince syndrome was mild, but he still had some degree of it.

She would regularly bring up her blind dates, and inadvertently boast about how popular she was.

Seeing through something but not saying it is the last act of tenderness a brother can show.

"There's a kind of surgery called plastic surgery. Why don't you go to South Korea for further training?"

Being handsome is the original sin; only by correcting it can one achieve lasting peace.

Upon hearing this, Wu Ji's expression immediately turned solemn.

"No, my wife likes me because I'm handsome."

Bai Weiran was quite surprised; it turned out that the yandere spirit judged by appearance.

Wu Ji took a bite of fried noodles and then slammed his chopsticks down.

"But I'm really troubled this time, Young Master Bai, I'm not lying."

"...?"

"When I looked at the report during my last physical exam, the doctor reminded me that I had symptoms of anemia."

Bai Weiran suddenly realized.

No wonder this guy has been putting brown sugar water in his thermos lately.

With a yandere spirit by his side, he was losing blood every day. This time, he was surrounded by a group of young girls who whispered and gossiped about him. The girls blushed and their hearts raced, while he turned pale and his heartbeat slowed down.

I felt a little sorry for him.

"...Then how can I help you?"

"Yes, come home with me, and I'll tell Grandpa that you're the one I'm looking for! We've been eyeing each other since high school, and we'll never leave each other for life, until we grow old together—you're the only classmate my grandpa has ever praised, Bai Shao, and I believe you'll definitely make them happy!"

Bai Weiran picked up the millet chili oil from the table next to him and poured it directly onto Wu Ji's shredded pork fried noodles, which caused him to scream. The customers in the shop all looked over and saw a handsome guy screaming like a rooster crowing.