Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

The girl who jumped into the water to rescue the drowning kitten stood under a gloomy sky, holding the kitten, which was just as soaking wet as she was, with half of her body submerged in the water.

The girl sat on the edge of a tall building, looking at the distant horizon. There was no sunset or rising sun in the distance, only a pale gray sky with a sense of transparency, like a huge piece of glass covering the world.

Even though these are all gloomy and depressing scenes, they don't make people feel distressed.

The girls in the picture all have a pair of large, empty, and deep eyes.

But there was no rebellion against the world, no complaints, no lamentations, not even prayers.

Because she has nothing in her heart, she can make this unfriendly world become gentle through her writing.

Bai Weiran stood in front of the painting of a person holding a kitten while standing in the water, his hands in his pockets as he examined it.

—Anqin's creations are gentle, which is only natural.

If someone is paranoid, completely unreflective, and stubborn, they won't be easily manipulated.

Because paranoid people believe they are completely right and the most correct people in the world.

The reason why people can be manipulated is that they harbor tenderness and hope in their hearts, and then constantly use this tenderness to reflect on and attack themselves, which gives the other party an opportunity to take advantage of them.

"...Mr. Bai!"

He turned his head and saw An Qin running over with a stack of documents in her arms. Her long brown hair was tied with a white ribbon, and it swayed gently in the air with her movements.

She changed her glasses.

This was also discovered by Bai Weiran.

Anqin often glued her face to the documents and read them very slowly.

At first, I thought she was having trouble reading such complicated content and was having a headache.

Later he discovered a more direct reason.

Anqin's glasses prescription is not strong enough.

She kept squinting as she drew in that dilapidated, small, and poorly lit attic, and her nearsightedness worsened from normal to severe.

After we gave her new glasses, her eyes immediately brightened up.

There was a little incident when I got new glasses.

Bai Weiran had no particular thoughts; he just thought the thing was practical and that he could wear it.

An Qin was soft-spoken and had no objections, only saying, "I'll listen to Mr. Bai."

They randomly picked one, but Qin Ning spotted it immediately, stood up, put his hands on his hips, and gave the two of them a violent scolding.

Miss Qin cannot tolerate such ugly aesthetics.

When Qin Ning got angry, An Qin immediately frowned as well, quickly switching sides like a weather vane, nodding and echoing her sentiments repeatedly—"Miss Qin is right."

I listened to her wholeheartedly.

Seeing that Qin Ning was unhappy, An Qin massaged her shoulders and peeled fruit for her, even peeling and deseeding grapes and feeding them to Qin Ning's mouth, leaving Bai Weiran dumbfounded—it was practically Qin Ning's modern-day White Horse Club.

Qin Ning said the glasses were ugly, and An Qin readily agreed to change them, running up to him and saying she wanted to change the style of her glasses.

Bai Weiran didn't mind at first, but seeing An Qin's anxious face sweating and her attitude even more diligent than the eunuch serving the Empress Dowager, he couldn't help but become a little mischievous and tease her.

"What if I say I don't want to change it? I think this style is fine."

An Qin exclaimed, opened her mouth, rolled her eyes, and was persuaded again. She ran to Qin Ning with a thud.

"Mr. Bai said this style is good."

“That’s his opinion, not mine. I don’t care what he thinks, I care what I think,” Qin Ning declared domineeringly.

An Qin felt that Qin Ning was right, and ran to Bai Weiran.

In short, no matter who said it, Anqin thought it was right. She was kept running back and forth in the room like a ball being kicked around.

When you're really annoyed to the extreme, you'll let out a painful howl, hug your head, and squat on the ground like a pitiful little fox.

"Don't argue with me anymore, I'm not worth it... really..."

"Can I wear both pairs of glasses at the same time?"

They were so innocent that they felt guilty even when they bullied others.

In the end, of course, Qin Ning's choice was made.

It was a pair of thin, round-framed large glasses.

It suits Anqin's temperament perfectly; wearing it makes her look less gloomy and more gentle.

This change in style also attracted a lot of attention. When An Qin ran over, the construction workers on the road all turned to look at her.

It may not be stunningly beautiful, but it possesses a captivating charm.

Like a girl in a painting, she may not be stunningly beautiful, but she makes you want to look at her again and again.

An Qin herself was very uncomfortable with this attention. She lowered her head, held the documents, and ran all the way to Bai Weiran. Only when she was in front of him could she raise her head and give a simple, soft smile.

"Excuse me, Mr. Bai, there's a part of the design here that needs to be changed..." she said softly, handing over a design drawing.

The exhibition was held in a very short time, and many of the arrangements were decided at the last minute.

Although Bai Weiran could easily set up all the rooms in an instant.

But he deliberately didn't do that.

He only assists by providing the necessary materials; the actual setup still requires manpower.

Two considerations:

Firstly, it gives Anqin a real sense of participation in the entire exhibition, allowing her to be more engaged.

Secondly, these large numbers of recruited staff not only helped with the setup but also spread information about the gallery.

Advertising is one form of communication, while word of mouth is another.

The more the external advertising keeps the exhibition content mysterious, the more curious onlookers become, wanting to hear what the staff who come in to help with the exhibition say about what it's really like inside.

Being curious is perfectly fine.

To entice people to do something that has absolutely no direct impact on their lives, it's important to pique their curiosity.

He took the design drawings from An Qin and thanked her.

An Qin didn't leave. She stood next to Bai Weiran, curiously looking at the painting he had just been looking at.

Chapter Twelve: Her Paintings (Part Two)

"Does Mr. Bai like this painting?"

Since that breakfast gathering, Anqin has quietly become much bolder.

At least in front of the two of them, he was willing to raise his head and speak.

It wasn't just because they were kind to them that they were moved, but also because they accepted the kindness they had shown.

"Oh, I quite like it." Bai Weiran flipped through a couple of pages and then looked up at the painting as well.

"Because I also have a cat."

The cat in the painting looks somewhat like Friday.

However, most orange cats look alike, so it's not surprising that they resemble each other.

“Mr. Bai has a cat, that’s wonderful.” An Qin smiled, then paused.

"What do we do then? You're here, but what about your cat?"

His nervousness was palpable.

Bai Weiran glanced at her and suddenly found it amusing.

After keeping Friday around for so long, finally someone besides myself has remembered to care about whether Friday lives or dies.

“It’s alright, there are people at home who will take care of him,” he said, his tone reserved.

The kind of treatment where you get slid-kicked and kicked.

However, Friday was quite fierce, managing to survive in an environment surrounded by yanderes.

An Qin smiled, her eyes filled with envy.

"...That's wonderful. I've always wanted to have a cat..."

"And the cat in this painting? Is it entirely your imagination?"

An Qin's smile instantly dimmed.

She stood there silently for almost a minute.

“It’s not what I imagined.” Her voice became very low.

"...but I couldn't save it either."

Anqin met a little orange cat on a riverbank.

By then, the little orange cat had already died.

He lay alone by the bridge pier, soaking wet, with his eyes closed.

It's unclear whether it was an accidental fall into the water or someone maliciously threw them in.

"I just thought, I hope I can save it."

An Qin tilted her head back, gently clenched her fingers behind her back, and looked up at the screen, her smile gentle yet tinged with loneliness.

"...I couldn't save it, so I can only imagine the scene of saving it and then draw it."

An Qin tilted her head, glanced at the screen, looked away, and turned to look at Bai Weiran.

"...I envy Mr. Bai and your colleagues."

"Because I'm different from you people who just do whatever you want to do."

"And all I can do in reality is paint what I can't do in reality... I know I'm lying. I've been lying to the people who look at my paintings. I know it's a lie when I look at my own paintings. If I could save the cat in reality, I wouldn't need to paint this picture."

"If I have friends, if I have everything, if I have courage."