Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

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This was the first time she had a formal face-to-face meeting with him.

Bai Weiran was unaware.

He cautiously scanned everyone, trying to discern a problem from each person's face.

Finally, his gaze settled on Ke Nong at the very back.

Why do this?

Bei Kexin, who was occupying Ke Nong's body, raised her eyebrows in surprise.

How could he possibly tell?

She manipulates the actions of a class of girls through Ke Nong.

Their actions are currently synchronized. Among these dozen or so people, how did he correctly and accurately choose himself?

Her eyes widened, and her smile became more pronounced.

Could it be—fate?

There is no concept of fate in Bai Weiran's case.

He relied on intuition and deliberately used ambiguous deception.

As the class monitor, Ke Nong's behavior is often outrageous.

If anything happens, she's the first person people suspect.

But at the same time, he felt that something was strange about it.

Why do this?

He deliberately asked vague questions, without explaining anything, to elicit that the other person speak up.

When you know less information, it's best to take the initiative and let the other person speak.

This is a common tactic used by interviewers.

Throw out a bunch of big, abstract questions that you yourself don't have answers to, and then expect the other person to give a long, detailed response.

This method can test the other person's logic and personality.

Those who lack logical thinking often end up driving a self-destructing truck, unable to justify their actions.

The way someone answers big-concept questions can also reveal their personality.

Here's a harsh truth—

Most interviewers are worse at answering their own questions than many interviewees.

But they can still comfortably reject many interviewees who gave better answers than themselves.

He's just taking advantage of that mentality.

When a dozen or so girls smiled more deeply at the same time, he realized he had found the right people.

"Because they are pitiful."

“I am helping them.”

"Now that I'm dead, I won't have to face change anymore."

"Those betrayals and heartbreaks will never happen again."

"If they continue to live, bad things will happen to them—"

"I'm helping them."

The setting sun gradually disappears, and a dozen or so girls move in unison, speaking the same words.

Bai Weiran thought to himself, "The scene is chilling."

He doesn't really like horror movies.

I'm not afraid, but I don't like watching it either.

It's playing out in real life—

A dozen or so girls tilted their heads and chuckled softly.

The voices were soft, delicate, clear, and tender, each unique yet perfectly synchronized, like a magical chorus.

"Hey, just like you—"

“You are helping them in your own way, and I am helping them in my own way.”

Bai Weiran squinted behind the mask.

They suddenly covered their mouths, lowered their heads and lowered their brows, their shoulders trembling slightly as they laughed.

"However, I know that no one can truly convince anyone else with just their ideas—"

Only actions can prove everything.

The girls in front of Kanon suddenly stood up, smiling, breaking away from their group dynamics, and ran forward, leaping over the railing.

They didn't jump down.

Instead, he stepped over the railing and rushed straight towards Bai Weiran, who was floating in the air.

A blank expression, reckless actions.

Even Bai Weiran, who was encountering this situation for the first time, was taken aback.

He instinctively reached out to catch the other person.

The first girl grabbed his left arm and clung to it with all her might.

The second girl jumped over, grabbed his right arm, and clung to him tightly.

One after another followed closely behind—the third, the fourth, the fifth—

It formed a giant human-shaped ball in mid-air.

In the blink of an eye, the young man's figure was completely swallowed up.

Several girls rushed over, but could only hang precariously on the edge of the human-shaped ball.

Bai Weiran, standing at the center of the ball, remained silent for two seconds.

There seems to be a similar scenario in one of his previous projects.

I never imagined that the game content I created would be implemented in my own life.

He should be glad, at least back then he was doing gunfights, and the protagonist was being afflicted by a bunch of ghouls.

A yandere girl is much better than a ghoul.

He clenched his fist, then opened it again, and the girl-shaped ball exploded, floating in mid-air, struggling and thrashing about.

Just as he gained visibility, a small foot stepped over the railing and lunged straight at him.

The girl, with two headscarves tied around her neck, had a smile on her face.

In that sudden, unexpected moment, she reached out and touched his face with her two small hands, directly past the ethereal mask she knew didn't exist.

"...Oh, so this is what you look like?"

"Hehe, why don't you become something that doesn't change either? Okay?"

I like things that don't change.

Her response was a cold grip on her wrists, her hands held back, and she was caught like an eagle catching a chick, hanging in mid-air.

"But I don't like it."

I like things that change.

If you're afraid of change, you can't make games.

It will be modified countless times during the development period, and will be criticized when the version is released after it goes live.

Change is always painful, but it's unavoidable.

The girl on his right suddenly turned around, her expression changing.

"Why do you like change so much? Aren't you afraid that others will change their minds?"

The next second, the girl to his lower left raised her head and asked a question curiously.