Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Even the person she liked called her a monster and a pervert.

She admits she has a monstrous side, but she can also get hurt.

She oscillated between the loneliness and pain of being ostracized and the madness of following her heart.

She is human, not a real monster; she has a heart.

The only counselor at this school was different from the adults she had encountered before.

He did not reprimand her, nor did he harshly demand that she correct her behavior.

He remained calm each time, sternly beckoning her to take away the stolen mannequin.

But he didn't say anything else, and he never directly reprimanded her in front of other girls.

Even when he did speak to her, it sounded like playful scolding, a gentle rebuke of her prank.

His attitude toward the whole thing was lukewarm.

His attitude inspired everyone, making the atmosphere around her peaceful.

This also made her feel a strange contrast.

She hadn't felt anything particularly noticeable before, but suddenly realized it tonight.

She was pondering the strange feeling of this contrast when she was suddenly told he had praised her.

"The game you invented is pretty good."

"…………?!"

She looked up and saw that the mask, half-crying and half-laughing, had turned to look at him at some point.

"That game that the four classes played all day today, you were the one who created it in the first place, weren't you?"

Ke Nong paused for a few seconds before realizing what Bai Weiran was referring to.

That game, "Say Hello to Your Kidneys"

It was indeed she who initiated it, and she herself didn't expect so many people to participate.

"It's just a boring game."

Unexpectedly, he chuckled, a cheerful laugh she had never heard before.

"...A game is good if some people enjoy playing it, and I like good games."

For a game designer, discussing logic, gameplay, and character depth are only secondary considerations.

The first thing is that it has to be interesting, something that people like, something that makes people happy.

She created a new game that can keep people entertained and happy all day long; that's her talent.

He knew he didn't have that ability, so this praise came from the bottom of his heart.

The girl smiled, her eyes narrowing at his words.

The Strange Counselor —

They actually praised her for such a trivial matter, and then downplayed the things that others had criticized her for.

They reached the stairwell and were about to part ways when she suddenly called out to Bai Weiran, who was heading towards the main entrance.

"Counselor Bai!"

"………………?"

He turned around and saw the girl holding the mannequin, standing on the next step. She pursed her lips, pressed her face against the smooth, cool plastic body, and lowered her eyelashes.

"I like human models."

I like things that don't change.

She looked up, and the moonlight moved over, casting dappled light into her eyes.

"If only people didn't change, why do people change as they live?"

She paused for two seconds, then suddenly laughed, hugged the mannequin in her arms tightly, turned around and ran upstairs in three quick steps.

Goodnight, Counselor Bai!

He shrugged and turned to leave. Silence fell over the stairwell. A green butterfly flew by, drifted past, flew upwards, and flew into the third-floor window, landing on a slender finger.

“...That’s not enough,” she said.

Xx

I discovered I'd mistakenly entered someone's name once before.

The class monitor of the summer class is named Xin Qi, while the class monitor of the cute class is named Ke Nong. Just to correct that (TДT).

Chapter Thirty-Three: The Girl Who Didn't Want to Change (Part Two)

Bai Weiran had just replied to the last message and cleared the company's WeChat account when he let out a breath and stared at the message section without any notification dots with a satisfied look.

It's so clean and tidy; it's a dream come true for anyone with OCD.

He was about to get up and pour himself a glass of water to continue his good mood when a red dot popped up as soon as his hand left the mouse.

"........."

It was sent to him by Wu Ji.

Click to open—

[Check your phone, there are WeChat messages!!]

It felt numb and tingly, giving me the immediate feeling of being tricked and deceived by fake mini-game ads.

Opening the phone messages, I found that Wu Ji had posted a string of crazy complaints about his boss in a small group of three.

Wu Ji is a Buddhist-like person, it's rare for him to be so irritable.

The problem lies in his leadership failing to distinguish between public and private interests.

Bai Weiran's project started buying traffic and attracting users. He kept the project's internal data confidential, but Wu Ji's producer secretly obtained information about their project from other channels within the company.

The two projects present a stark contrast.

Wu Jizai's projects attract a large number of users quickly, but players also leave quickly, resulting in low seven-day retention.

Bai Weiran's projects have relatively few users, but players are able to retain them, resulting in a high retention rate after seven days.

Ultimately, it seems that the project by Bai Weiran will be the one that will remain as a paying player until the end.

The producers on Wu Ji's side were furious when they saw this.

Knowing that his subordinate and his rival were once friends, Wu Ji, the yin-yang master who eats three meals a day, got emotional and started causing trouble for him.

Wu Ji certainly couldn't show any displeasure to his superiors, nor was that the way to treat brotherhood.

After being upset over there, he turned around and started complaining like crazy in a small group chat of three people.

[Wu Ji: Oh, I really do want to, gentlemen, I swear sometimes I really want to grab an ashtray in one hand and the corner of the table in the other, flip the monitor over, and smash the ashtray over my boss's head!]

As the person directly involved, Bai Weiran couldn't offer any advice or reason, so he could only listen in silence.

He posted a picture of an old man with a lotus flower, symbolizing that good fortune naturally comes from a smiling face.

Li Liang calmly cracked jokes from the side.

[Li Liang: I suggest we kill him. A real man bleeds, he doesn't cry. How can a true man submit to someone else?]

Li Liang himself has almost replaced Sheng Nan's position.

Now, 80% of the project team members respect him more, and when problems arise, they go to Li Liang first.

He has essentially sidelined his own leadership and is plotting to usurp the throne.

Wu Ji vehemently opposed this suggestion.

[Wu Ji: I don't want to be a leader! I'm not one of you!! My goal is to be a happy internet slacker!!]

[Wu Ji: You and Bai Shao are both workaholics, working overtime makes you workaholics! I'm not!]

Wu Ji, caught up in his emotions, unleashed a barrage of attacks without distinguishing between friend and foe.

Li Liang remained silent and also posted a picture of an old man with a lotus flower.

Bai Weiran, holding his phone in one hand and watching Wu Ji spew thirteen insults in a second, walked to the tea room.

Guoguo was also in the tea room, rummaging through the snack box while muttering complaints.

"...Who ate all the fluffy little cakes?"

Shile Company's snack box always contains the same few snacks: spicy strips, small bags of potato chips, and soft, fluffy little cakes.

Guoguo only likes to eat small cakes.

Ah Chao is eating cucumber-flavored potato chips.

Spicy strips were originally the best-selling product, but ever since the cleaning ladies, for reasons unknown, voluntarily posted a list of ingredients for spicy strips and a report on the chronic diseases they cause on top of the snack boxes, the status of spicy strips as a snack in the company instantly plummeted. Potato chips and small cakes became hot commodities and were quickly devoured.

That's how Guoguo ended up rummaging through drawers and cupboards looking for the cake.

He looked out from the water dispenser next to him and saw two soft little cakes still standing at the bottom of the transparent dessert box. He put away his phone, tapped the dessert box with his knuckles, and Guoguo looked over in surprise. Overjoyed, she stretched out her hand and scooped out the two little cakes.

He struck a victorious pose, hands raised high, beaming with pride, as if from an RPG game.

"Thank you, my son!"

She happily shared a piece of cake with him, but Bai Weiran didn't want to eat it right away, so he just took it in his hand.

The two chatted for a few minutes in the tea room, then suddenly fell silent.

They leaned against the water dispenser and coffee machine, looking out the window together.

Guoguo suddenly called out to him.

"My son."

"Ok?"

"Can you secretly tell me the results of the user acquisition?" The next moment, Guoguo shook her head and sighed.