Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

According to seniority, those closer to the stage and at the front of the round table are the older students.

The atmosphere was lively, with everyone exchanging toasts and hugs, creating a scene reminiscent of a long-lost family reunion.

Each round table had a name tag on it. When Bai Weiran and Wu Ji found their table, it was already half full.

Big Bear was the first to stand up and greet them.

As the organizer of this class reunion, he warmly shook hands and hugged Bai Weiran and Wu Ji in turn.

"It's been so long since we last saw each other, huh?"

"We rarely see each other even though we live in the same city. This won't do in the future."

Big Bear has a loud voice, and when he hugs someone, he's so strong that it gives you the illusion that your chest is pressed against your back.

Bai Weiran smiled and said yes. He sat down with Wu Ji. The three of them were in the same industry, so they naturally had a lot to talk about.

Others found it strange and were curious about them, frequently asking them questions.

After all, it's a mysterious, high-paying industry.

"I heard that a certain project became a huge hit after its launch, and people were paid out bonuses for forty months. Is that true?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Ji, Bai Weiran, and Da Xiong exchanged glances and burst out laughing.

"If you ask me, this is a bad habit on the internet; people always love to chatter," Big Bear answered first.

"If there were a contest to see who could best boast, internet PR managers would definitely be among the top contenders," Wu Ji chimed in.

The person who asked the question looked completely bewildered, so Bai Weiran smiled and explained it to them.

The bonus of forty months mentioned at the beginning is indeed there.

But it's not given to everyone; only one or two people, and only core high-ranking members, can receive it.

Those below might get ten months' pay at most, thank goodness.

They still say it takes forty months, and that's true.

It is still only available to core high-level personnel, and only one or two people can receive it.

Those below them might get paid for a month at most, thank goodness.

You asked if there was a bonus for forty months? Yes, there was, but whether you received it or not, there wasn't.

The drastically reduced bonuses coupled with excessively long working hours truly make it a sweatshop.

The students present who were asking the question shook their heads and sighed, saying that if one is so pedantic, it would be better to return to the system and join the government.

"That's not right of you. Do you think we join the system just to enjoy its stability?" Wu Ji said with a serious face but a teasing tone.

Bai Weiran then continued his words.

"Of course not, it's to serve the people. I think Brother Xu must mean the same thing."

Their banter made everyone at the table laugh.

Big Bear laughed so hard he patted Bai Weiran's shoulder, so hard that Bai Weiran's laughter stopped halfway through and turned into a cough.

Wu Ji was chatting with his senior sister when she called him away to greet and chat with other seniors and juniors from other years, joining in the lively atmosphere.

Bai Weiran sat in his original seat, chatting with Da Xiong about his independent studio.

Big Bear is a straightforward person; he doesn't mince words and frankly explains the whole story.

"I got this opportunity through an introduction."

The major companies are each dominating their respective territories, constantly quantifying and industrializing games in the market, which is a blow to idealistic game developers.

Making games is supposed to be a passionate and creative industry, but it turns into being an assembly line worker. Every day, you're disassembling the mechanics and loops of foreign AAA games, reskinning them, piecing together new structures, knowing full well what you're doing, yet you still have to hold your head high and claim that you're the original creator.

There are also large companies that copy other companies' products completely, launch massive marketing campaigns to devour the entire market share, make a fortune, and then spend money to buy out the original companies.

Hehe, this doesn't count as plagiarism.

As a result, the enthusiasm of many game developers was dampened, and many people came together to form a new force outside of large corporations – independent games.

Big Bear is a sociable person who likes to chat with others, meet friends at video game expos, and chat with a group of like-minded friends. Through a game streamer, he got in touch with the product manager of South Goose.

“In recent years, Nan Goose has focused its efforts on finding suitable targets,” Da Xiong explained.

Compared to independent research and development, which is time-consuming and laborious, and requires luck like winning the lottery, using past experience to find suitable targets is a much less strenuous method.

The product manager at South Goose has a nose even sharper than a hunting dog, and he sneaks into various game expos and indie game gatherings.

While chatting at the bar, Da Xiong was talking enthusiastically about his ideas when a beautiful woman walked over and handed him a business card.

"Hey bro, wanna hook up?"

Big Bear's heart pounded as he looked at the beautiful woman, his heart raced, and he blushed. He whispered, "Okay, this is my first time."

Then he was invited to South Goose Company.

The other party asked him if he was interested in turning his idea into reality.

Bai Weiran: …………

It turns out it was a bear that was caught by a beautiful woman.

"At that time, I made up my mind that I would never marry a product manager at South Goose." Da Xiong downed the orange juice in his glass in one gulp and sighed deeply.

"She didn't just hand me her business card randomly. Later, when we talked, I found out that she knew everything about my past. That day at the bar, she knew everyone's history like the back of her hand. It scared me to death."

After saying this with a look of horror, Da Xiong tried to create a funny atmosphere, but seeing that Bai Weiran looked indifferent, he realized he had made a fool of himself and could only shrug.

"If you're interested, I can introduce you to someone, but it might not work out."

Bai Weiran smiled and raised her glass to clink with his.

"Let's not talk about that today, I have something fun to tell you." After finishing his business, Big Bear's expression lit up, and he lowered his voice.

"Old Bai, you and Wu Ji have kept this from me for so long!"

Seeing Bai Weiran's confused expression, Da Xiong smiled gossipy and gently nudged Bai Weiran with his elbow.

"Stop pretending, I know you know what I know."

Bai Weiran: …………

"If it weren't for this class reunion, and Wu Ji calling me personally to ask, I wouldn't have known about this. Goodness, they kept it well hidden back then, not revealing a single word."

“…I don’t understand.” Bai Weiran frowned, looking puzzled.

Big Bear squinted and gave a mischievous smile.

"Don't you understand? Do I have to tell you?"

"Senior Mu Nanfeng"

Big Bear spoke slowly and deliberately.

Bai Weiran paused, while Da Xiong secretly gloated like he'd just won the lottery.

"You guys were really good at hiding things back then; I had no idea."

"If Wu Ji hadn't called to ask me, I wouldn't have known. Lao Bai, you're really not being fair."

Chapter Sixty-Two: I just felt quite happy.

Bai Weiran remained silent for a few seconds.

"That's all in the past, it's not important, so there's no need to talk about it."

“It is indeed a thing of the past, but it’s good to have such memories from your youth,” Big Bear sighed.

"The girl in the next class that I liked, sigh, back then, just so I could go to rinse my mouth at the same time as her, I would stare out the window every lunchtime, just waiting for her to walk out. Looking back now, it was all pretty nice."

Da Xiong sighed about the past, but unexpectedly Bai Weiran remained silent, lowered his head and furrowed his brows, making Da Xiong feel embarrassed.

Bro, wait, you're so clueless, can you at least be my straight man?

He had to force himself to pull himself together.

"It's no fun keeping it from my old classmate, but I don't mind. I even prepared a surprise for Wu Ji."

Bai Weiran: …………?

Wu Ji happened to return, and as soon as he got back, he heard his own name called.

"What surprise? What surprise have you prepared for me?"

"Guess!?" Big Bear asked with a broad smile.

Wu Ji curled his lip upon hearing this.

"Where's my kid? You're still guessing! Get out of here and sit at the kid's table... Oh, Mr. Bai, is this your orange juice? Can I have a sip? I'm dying of thirst."

With the force of a strong liquor, Wu Ji finished off the orange juice that Bai Weiran had just taken a sip of.

Bai Weiran glanced at Wu Ji's earring.

The red earring flashed twice, seemingly as a warning, yet also as a sign of hesitation.

In the end, nothing happened.

Bai Weiran: ...Honglian, can you please stop acknowledging my status?

"I can't believe it, there are actually seniors from the 18th graduating class here!" Wu Ji exclaimed after finishing his orange juice.

"I'm terrified! A graduate of the 18th class? What's going on? And he already owns forty houses in the city."

Bai Weiran and Da Xiong both looked at each other with surprise.

“He was already a senior executive at a multinational company before housing prices took off. He bought a lot of properties back then, and later one of them became three after his property was demolished, so he now owns forty properties.”

“I hate that I was born in the wrong era. I should have this fate.”

Wu Ji indignantly published a short essay of 1,800 words, passionately arguing that the nouveau riche who demolished properties were harming the world and fueling the evils of capitalism. After he finished speaking, Da Xiong patted him on the shoulder.

"Brother, everyone has their own destiny."

Wu Ji then gave him a sharp glare from the corner of his eye.

"You're lucky too, Brother Xiong." A chosen one, every project he touches becomes a hit, that's enough to make people hate him.