Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

When she was little, no one else played with her; she could only watch others from afar.

I envy others, but I don't have them myself.

When she gets close, others will reject and ostracize her.

So she started painting, recording the people she saw from afar, because in her paintings, those people were all kind, smiling at her.

She can freely make the other person smile at her.

The scarcity of her life further reinforced this behavior in her.

Others have beautiful clothes, but she doesn't, so she draws herself wearing those beautiful clothes, as if she also has those clothes.

When they were hungry, they would sneak to the restaurant entrance, peek at the dishes on the tables, and then draw them at home.

Although I didn't eat, I felt as satisfied as if I had.

Over time, her sense of reality diminished.

She lives in a world she created.

She had everything in that world.

When suddenly asked about her dreams, she was caught off guard, as if she had been suddenly dragged back to reality with a stick.

She shook her head, then nodded, looking very flustered.

Finally, the turtle, having retreated into its shell, picked up its pen and turned to escape into the world of painting.

But when Bai Weiran raised her finger, her hand froze in front of the canvas, motionless.

"Answer my question: What is your dream?"

Anqin was unable to move, her hand trembled in fright, her eyes filled with tears, and her body shook.

"I...I don't know!"

"It's impossible for him not to know."

"I...I really don't know..."

"Think about it carefully. Why did you create these paintings? Was it for something you wanted to achieve? Or did you want more people to see your work and understand you? Are you really willing to live like this forever? Anqin, no way, I don't think you're that kind of person—"

“Everyone who creates art has a desire to express themselves. You do too. You create art because you have a desire to convey something to others.”

The tone gradually escalated, like a large-scale brainwashing session.

As a good resident of China, even if I haven't eaten pork, I've seen pigs walk. Aren't there enough programs that emotionally manipulate and sell dreams?

An Qin listened so intently that her eyes widened and her mouth kept buzzing.

"I... I have a need to confide in others, and I have things I want to obtain—"

She mumbled the same thing over and over, and her words were picked up precisely.

"Yes, you have what you want."

Anqin's world doesn't have these sentimental programs. She doesn't understand that all roads lead to different paths, so she's easily fooled and her eyes are glazed over.

"Uh, I, I have something I want."

Seeing the person in front of her smile, An Qin couldn't help but smile along.

But in reality, her mind was a complete blank, devoid of any chaotic thoughts.

I just felt that he was so dignified, so persuasive, and so convincing.

Seeing him smile at her, An Qin couldn't help but smile back.

“Very good, that’s right,” he said, standing up abruptly.

"Let's go get what you want!"

An Qin was so frightened that she panicked and let out a confused "Ah!" Before she could react, her hands and feet were lifted into the air, and she was forced to leave her position.

"...I, I, I...what do I want?"

Wait a minute, she hasn't figured it out yet, so why does he look like he's already figured it out?

Bai Weiran turned his head and asked in a questioning tone, as if to say, "You know the answer already."

Didn't you just say that?

"What did I just say?"

"You want to achieve great success and be known by everyone!"

"Huh, did I...did I say that?" She clearly just wanted to draw more pictures for her senior.

"Yes, you said it, without a doubt!"

He didn't give her any time to think, grabbing An Qin and disappearing into the room.

Xx

On the city's tallest building, the city hall, on the clock tower at the top of the city hall, and above the lightning rod above the clock tower, two figures floated above.

An Qin covered her eyes with both hands, too frightened to move.

"Aaaaaaah!! Wait, it's...it's so high!!"

The building was tall and the wind was strong, making the girl's brown hair fly wildly.

Bai Weiran reached out his hand and spoke in a solemn tone.

"...Come on, take a look at this city."

"Conquering this city is your starting point."

Anqin trembled with fear.

"This, this dream is too big—"

Bai Weiran glanced at her sideways.

"Or what do you think it should be like? How can you become famous?"

The question was asked in such a matter-of-fact tone that An Qin had no time to think, feeling as if she were being dragged along by a galloping horse.

"First of all...first of all...we must work hard slowly..." She racked her brains, trying her best to explain.

How can we make an effort?

"That's right, I need to work hard at drawing..."

"and then?"

"Then go to the teacher, get their approval, and then they can recommend me to more people..."

What if the teacher doesn't appreciate you?

"...Then...then I should go to art galleries and sell myself to them..."

"and then?"

"If they like my work, I can consign it and slowly build up my reputation."

What if the gallery rejects you?

Anqin bit her lip, hesitant and uneasy.

"Then I... I'll go work to earn money, slowly save up, then rent a venue, and then hold a solo art exhibition..." She spoke softer and softer, becoming more and more guilty.

Because she also knew it was a very slim chance.

Even if you hold a solo exhibition, what good is it? Nobody cares about an unknown painter. All you can do is pray that someone among those who come to see your work will appreciate it.

But in this city, there are hundreds, if not thousands, of painters who hold solo exhibitions every year.

Because the chances were so slim, she gradually stopped dreaming.

"How long would it take to become famous? One year, three years, ten years?" Bai Weiran shook his head.

"Let me give you a number—thirteen days."

"...?"

"In thirteen days, I will make sure everyone in this city knows you."

Anqin's eyes widened even more.

"How...how is this possible?"

Bai Weiran chuckled softly.

Tell me, what's your favorite place here?

Anqin was bewildered and didn't come to her senses until she was asked again.

"...Let me put it this way, tell me, if you had the chance to open an art gallery, where would you want to open it?"

An Qin looked bewildered, stretched out her finger and hesitated for a moment before finally pointing timidly to the wasteland in the far suburbs.

"There, over there..."

"You're wrong, you're lying."

Anqin tensed up with fear.

How did he figure that out?

Although she wasn't lying, she hadn't considered the bigger possibilities for too long.

All she could think about was that place, that she deserved to stay in the wilderness, guarding a few tattered paintings, with no one caring about her...

Having been seen through, she could only hurriedly point her finger again, this time to the outermost edge of the city.

"Yes, it's there..."

That area is where urban residents with lower incomes live.

She had thought that if she could stay in this city, her income should be enough to live there—

"You're wrong. Your dream isn't there. That's not what success and fame are about," Bai Weiran said calmly.

“I said, it should be there.”

His pointing finger startled An Qin, causing her to gasp.