Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Friday prefers scratching his potted plant brother to the cat scratching post.

When the potted plant is poisonous in the soil and has backstabbed brothers, it will grow into a potted plant zombie with scorched yellow leaves and claw marks all over its body.

Tragic! In a family, the weak always bully the weaker.

The claws that were extended on Friday were withdrawn in mid-air.

It instantly pricked up its ears, abandoned its act of tormenting the potted plant, and scurried back into its cat bed, curling up into the innermost part, leaving only its big, round cat eyes visible.

Qin Ning didn't move in the bathroom either. She just leaned against the wall with one hand, her head down, letting the water flow from her head to her chin. Her wet black hair clung to her slender, beautiful, and well-proportioned shoulders and neck, making her look like a water nymph.

She suddenly chuckled softly.

My fingers followed the water flow, down from my collarbone.

Glide across the chest, slender waist, flat abdomen, then back up to the chest, gently lifting the top with the index finger.

Does the little turtle also want to grow bigger?

That's impossible; it goes against our genes.

Want to prepare to enter the race?

—What a joke, then she'll be the first to pull the flag.

Xx

After showering, Qin Ning dried herself off and left the bathroom.

After finishing her live stream, Mengmeng sat alone at the table, swinging her little white feet, leisurely making tea. Upon seeing her, I smiled a lovely, kind smile.

"Ningning, would you like some tea?"

Their eyes met, and their smiles were even brighter than usual.

"of course can."

She pulled out a chair and sat down.

The two faced each other, each holding a teacup.

Mengmeng lowered her head, pouted, and gently blew on the white steam rising from the tea.

Qin Ning didn't boast at all, and quietly waited for the tea to cool down with her arms crossed.

"Ningning, what have you been busy with lately?" Mengmeng looked up and asked with a smile.

Their eyes met, and the atmosphere was warm.

"...Work-related matters."

Is there anything else?

"Nothing."

Mengmeng responded with an "oh".

"And what have you been busy with lately?" Qin Ning asked with a smile, picking up her teacup and smelling it, cleverly concealing half of her expression.

"I'm so busy, I have to do homework and do live streams, ugh—" Mengmeng complained with a bitter face.

Mengmeng's smile is very infectious.

They talk, sing, joke, and banter.

But Qin Ning did not laugh.

One smiled, the other didn't, and then Mengmeng also stopped smiling half a second later.

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze eerily, and the light in their eyes vanished.

Then they smiled at each other at the same time, and cute little flowers bloomed all around them.

"Mengmeng, you've worked so hard."

"No, Ningning, you're the one who's worked hard!"

"You've worked hard!!"

"You've worked so hard!!!"

"You've worked the hardest!"

"You've worked the hardest!!!"

The seemingly endless nested rhetoric came to an abrupt end at a certain moment, like a kite with a broken string.

They both lowered their heads and quietly drank the tea in front of them.

I know you know.

You know what I know.

The general trend of the world is that after a long period of division, there will be unity; after a long period of unity, there will be division.

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There might be another update today (?▽?*)

Chapter 49 Bai Weiran's Strange Behavior (3K)

Bai Weiran pushed open the bar door, and Wu Ji was already there, turning around happily from in front of the bar and waving at him.

"Young Master Bai, over here, over here—"

As soon as Bai Weiran sat down, the owner pushed two glasses of whiskey on the ice and a plate of truffle fries in front of them.

The two clinked glasses but didn't speak immediately. They waited until they finished one glass before ordering another. Halfway through the second glass, they both looked more relaxed.

"It's been so hard to get you to have a drink lately," Wu Ji teased him.

Bai Weiran gave him only one word.

"busy."

He was really busy. There were many people in the dark room, and he had to keep an eye on them every day, which consumed a lot of his time. He couldn't help but be distracted.

One hundred yandere girls walked around, and in his eyes, each one was a coin that would appreciate in value.

I made a point of setting aside time today to have a couple of drinks with Wu Ji and relax.

"So diligent, Young Master Bai, why don't you switch to another business?" Wu Ji teased him.

"...The principal's appearance is so impressive, I can't sleep at night. Open it immediately!"

Bai Weiran glanced at him helplessly.

"You talk too much. My advice is to drink more and talk less."

Wu Ji immediately patted his chest, filled with righteous indignation, "If you're going to treat me to drinks, I'll drink as much as you want!"

Bai Weiran raised an eyebrow and immediately ordered the boss to bring him five glasses of strong liquor, including flammable oolong tea, until the boastful Wu Ji was so drunk he couldn't lift his head and cried out, "Dad, I dare not do it again!"

The other patrons in the bar laughed when they heard this.

After they finished laughing, Wu Ji asked about the dark room.

"...How's the situation? Are you confident?"

"How can you say you're confident about something you haven't done before? But things are going well so far."

At least they didn't cause any trouble, and they seemed to be getting along well.

Recently, the girls who were obsessed with fortune telling have cooled off and stopped chasing after him.

Peaceful like an angel baby paradise.

The only strange thing is—

"So how many tasks have you completed?" Wu Ji asked, putting a French fry in his mouth and chewing it loudly.

After all, that's a C-level.

C-rank yandere girls are mostly more gentle and easily persuaded.

Bai Weiran thought, "This is the strange thing." He took a sip of wine and shook his head.

"...not a single one."

Out of a hundred, not a single one has been found so far.

Logically speaking, this is also unreasonable.

One hundred people are not one hundred machines; it's impossible for them to be completely equal.

It's understandable that some girls progress slowly, but what about those girls who progress quickly?

There haven't been any troubles in the dark room lately.

They continued their daily lives diligently, and even after Nana ran away, no one went up to the rooftop.

The calm and tranquility felt somewhat eerie to him.

"...Not a single one?" Wu Ji looked surprised.

"That shouldn't be the case. Could something be wrong?"

Wu Ji reminded him, and Bai Weiran immediately thought of that strange conversation.

On the rooftop under the setting sun, a group of girls seemed to have become puppets, taking turns being manipulated to speak.

But apart from that incident, there have been no other unusual occurrences.

The person behind it all has remained inactive again.

He checked each item with props, but found nothing.

Being pursued by girls who want him to give them relationship advice doesn't count.

This can only be described as a spontaneous act of idol worship.

Bai Weiran paused for a moment after thinking about this, then chuckled.

[Celebrity worship]?