Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Qin Ning threw herself into his arms, sobbing angrily.

"Brother Weiran, she's so mean! She bullied me!!"

Bai Weiran held her, thought for a moment, and then peeked into the room.

Well, An Qin's clothes were all torn inside, so she could only wrap herself in a quilt, huddle in the corner, and stare at him with wary fear, looking at him with the expression of someone looking at an accomplice.

He couldn't help but laugh silently.

It felt like a pampered pet cat that ran out and got into a fight with a stray cat.

Although he won, he ran back with disheveled hair, crying and complaining.

"She doesn't listen at all!" Qin Ning angrily punched him with her little fists, then snuggled into his arms.

He could only soothe her by touching her back and stroking her hair.

"Hmm, what did you say to her?"

"I told her this won't do, that she's been deceived, that person is lying to her!! But she just won't believe it! She still keeps wanting to draw for that so-called senior!" Qin Ning buried her face in his chest, angrily accusing him.

She wouldn't listen to anything, she was completely unyielding, and the stalemate continued without any progress.

Thinking of this, Qin Ning felt both angry and frustrated. She looked up for a moment, then lowered her head again, resting her little head on his neck and taking a deep breath to recover.

But she still felt very frustrated.

She even boasted that she was his outstanding student, but the plane crashed right after takeoff.

What will Brother Weiran think of her?

Do you think she's useless?

Or should I tell her she doesn't need help, that helping her will only make things worse?

But none of her guesses came true; she only felt him gently pat her head and ask her questions.

"...Then, how about you listen to my suggestion?"

"...?"

The two spoke in hushed tones, while An Qin kept staring at them from the corner of the small dark room.

They watched silently from afar.

She blinked, like a camera shutter, clearly imprinting the scene before her into her mind frame by frame.

This is her talent; she never forgets what she has seen and uses images to remember what happens every day.

As Qin Ning leaned against Bai Weiran's chest with her hair disheveled, the bright girl puffed out her cheeks and complained, while the young man listened with a smile, gently stroking her hair with his fingers. The atmosphere was intimate and comfortable, as if no one else was around.

She couldn't hear what they were saying, but their voices drifted over, deep and soft like a wooden instrument.

A hint of envy suddenly surfaced in her empty, large eyes.

Ah, that's wonderful!

This is not a fantasy.

These two people are real people.

Even in her wildest fantasies, she couldn't imagine such a wonderful time together—

I want to so much...

When they stopped talking and looked in her direction, Anqin hurriedly shifted her gaze to the floor in front of her.

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Seeing others getting along so well makes me envious, and I even wish I could have someone like that... (*-ω-)

Chapter Four: The World Resets

Inside the nightclub, the lights flashed and shone brightly, while the sound of popular dance music was deafening.

Men and women danced intimately on the dance floor, creating a lively atmosphere.

A woman with almond-shaped eyes stood in the dance floor, her expression unrestrained and arrogant, dressed in a designer shirt, dancing intimately close to people.

The young man's hands were incredibly skillful; he would frequently stick them on other people's buttocks.

Some people didn't care, while others glared at him.

When faced with those who glared at him, he would give a cold laugh that exuded a hint of vulgarity.

"What are you pretending for?"

"...Hehe, if you keep pretending, it won't look real."

He shrugged, turned around, and danced next to the next person.

At the bar, someone was slowly drinking, watching him.

The bartender wiping the glasses looked completely bewildered.

There are plenty of people who come here to drink and hunt for women, but why would someone spend the whole night just drinking and staring at men?

Until a short-haired girl rushed into the dance floor and desperately grabbed the young man's hand.

“…Cao Shuang!” Her voice was filled with despair.

"Let's talk!!"

The young man impatiently shook off her hand.

"Hey, stop bothering me! I said we're over!"

The short-haired girl persisted in pulling him, and forcibly dragged him out.

The people at the bar also followed them out.

In the back alley of the nightclub, you could hear the two arguing.

The girl cried sadly.

"How could you do that that night? I was drunk..."

Cao Shuang waved his hands and said, "You're drunk, and I'm drunk, so it's fine."

"But they said you weren't drunk that day! If you weren't drunk, why...why..."

"I wasn't drunk, so how can you blame me? You're the one who was drunk!"

"You're not human!!"

As soon as the short-haired girl started crying, Cao Shuang's eyes suddenly turned fierce, and he slapped her across the face.

"Who are you cursing?"

The slap was crisp and pleasant, and Bai Weiran, who had been standing quietly by the wall, suddenly stood up straight.

The short-haired girl covered her face, her face pale and distressed, her small face thin, filled with fear, anxiety and panic.

She couldn't help but cry.

"I'm cursing you, Cao Shuang! You're shameless, you're despicable, you actually..."

He was clearly sober. Even if he was drunk, he was still conscious!

Cao Shuang chuckled, his expression turning cold, a mixture of disdain and contempt.

"Don't pretend to be a victim at a time like this. Who are you trying to fool?"

"If you keep swearing, don't think I'll tolerate it."

"Damn it, who knows how many times you've gotten drunk, you're just dumping all sorts of filth on me!"

The short-haired girl cried even harder, trembling with anger. Despair made her curse even more fiercely, and she even tried to pounce on Cao Shuang to tear him apart. However, the difference in strength between men and women was too great, and she was subdued. She had no choice but to open her mouth and curse.

Cao Shuang's eyes gleamed, and with a sinister grin, he raised his hand high and brought it down with a whoosh.

"...Swear again? You dare swear again??"

He flicked his finger in mid-air.

A crisp slap rang out.

But the slap didn't land on the girl's face; instead, it landed on Cao Shuang's own face. The force was so great that it turned the young man's face to the side, leaving a clear red welt.

"...?"

"…………!?"

Both of them were stunned.

The next second, Cao Shuang uncontrollably raised his hands and frantically slapped himself in front of the girl.

One tap after another, the crisp sound echoed in the back alley of the nightclub.

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Qin Ning lay on the bed, arms crossed, fingers lightly tapping her arm, her gaze fixed on the clock on the wall.

Hearing a slight noise, she sat up abruptly and saw Bai Weiran appear out of nowhere in the room. Barefoot, she jumped off the bed and happily ran towards him with outstretched arms.

"Brother Weiran! Why are you out so late today!"

She hugged him contentedly, then suddenly let go, her little face full of confusion.

I sniffed his scent.

"You... smell of smoke?"

Bai Weiran does not smoke.

Fearing the early demise of the internet, smoking will lead to an even earlier death.

Bai Weiran then pushed her away.

"I guess you got it at a nightclub, stay away from me."

Qin Ning pouted, "...Did you go to the nightclub to see that Cao Shuang again?"

As she spoke, her little face couldn't help but furrow her brow.