Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

After Wu Ji finished introducing one person, he glanced at Bai Weiran out of the corner of his eye and dragged her to the next one.

"Young Master Bai, I also have a junior classmate I can introduce to you..."

Bai Weiran reached out and pressed him down.

"...Wu Ji, stop it."

He's not stupid; he can see that everyone around him is so surprised their eyes are practically popping out of their sockets.

Why is Wu Ji's group acting like they're introducing wives to their fellow villagers?

He led him around the lobby aimlessly, ostensibly to meet a bunch of alumni he didn't know at all.

Wu Ji turned around angrily and glared at him, his expression full of resentment, which gave Bai Weiran goosebumps.

"...It's all your fault."

It's all his fault for not leaving.

Wu Ji felt like he had a mouthful of bitter herbs in his mouth, unable to express his suffering.

Bai Weiran himself was upright and composed, seemingly unconcerned.

Wu Ji was genuinely happy for his friend.

But while Bai Weiran thought this way, Senior Mu Nanfeng might not.

He had seen Senior Sister Mu walking towards them several times. Each time she got close, he would drag Bai Weiran away to turn around and chat with someone else, creating some distance between them. Senior Sister Mu herself was also very busy, being bothered by other junior students who admired her, and was unable to spare any attention.

One chased, while the other was pulled away to escape.

Wu Ji was inwardly groaning.

What a load of surprise! Now it's all shock.

It's one thing if Bai Weiran doesn't mind, but it's another thing if he can't finish the food and has to take the consequences himself.

If they were to actually meet and talk, no matter what they discussed, I would be doomed to die.

Miss Qin, a brother-obsessed girl, is all sharpening her knives, waiting for her.

Bai Weiran was blamed for no apparent reason.

"...What did I do wrong? Why blame me?"

Unable to reveal the truth, Wu Ji could only turn away dejectedly.

"fine."

"Old Bai, I've gotten in touch with our Manager Gong." Da Xiong pushed through the crowd and walked over, holding his phone. He was overjoyed to see Wu Ji clinging to Bai Weiran's arm like a little wife, while Bai Weiran looked helpless and confused about what Wu Ji was up to.

Big Bear rubbed his eyes, a hint of surprise flashing across them.

The atmosphere here...?

"what happened?"

Bai Weiran's question brought Da Xiong back to his senses.

"I talked to Manager Gong about your situation. She's very interested in chatting with you. I just sent her your WeChat contact information and asked her to add you as a friend. Please accept my request."

Bai Weiran took out his phone to check. Da Xiong's cautious gaze darted back and forth between Bai Weiran and Wu Ji, his brows gradually furrowing. Wu Ji didn't pay attention to Da Xiong's strange look. He saw Mu Nanfeng shake off a junior and walk towards them.

At this point, forcibly dragging Bai Weiran away would only make him seem strange.

Wu Ji, quick-witted in a moment of inspiration, pressed his chest, gasped for breath, and collapsed in a frail, delicate manner, startling Bai Weiran so much that she didn't even have time to check her phone before hurriedly helping him up.

"...Ah, Young Master Bai, my heart aches so much." Wu Ji pressed one hand to his forehead, looking frail and weak.

"Your chest hurts so much, why are you pressing your forehead..."

Before Bai Weiran could finish speaking, Wu Ji's hand immediately slid from his forehead to his chest, his expression rivaling that of an Oscar-winning actor.

"I also feel tightness in my chest. I don't know why, but I've been feeling tightness in my chest a lot lately."

Bai Weiran frowned, worried about his friend's health.

Wu Ji glanced at Mu Nanfeng, who had paused in his steps.

"Sigh, it's all the project's fault for making me work too much overtime. Because of too much overtime and staying up late, my heart is weak and my blood supply is insufficient, so I'm anxious, have chest tightness, and my hands and feet are numb from the pressure. This is a modern-day ailment. Take me out, I'll rest and get some fresh air—I'll feel better soon."

Wu Ji had a plan: first, he would coax Bai Weiran out, then claim he wasn't feeling well and wanted to go back, thus making a quick getaway.

Big Bear was overly enthusiastic and was alarmed when he heard Wu Ji say he felt unwell.

"...Tightness in your chest? My senior is a cardiologist, why don't you ask him to come and take a look?"

Big Bear reached out and, being tall and strong, dragged Wu Ji, who was dressed as Lin Daiyu, away.

Wu Ji screamed in agony, still clinging to Bai Weiran with a desperate reach, like a bandit's wife who had been abducted by bandits.

"Ah, no, no, no—Young Master Bai, save me! I'm alright now, I'm perfectly fine, I can breathe easily—"

"Good brother, you can't delay when it comes to your heart, don't be shy!"

Bai Weiran assumed Wu Ji was simply avoiding treatment and didn't stop him.

It's quite normal for internet people to die suddenly before the age of thirty from staying up all night. Hearing Wu Ji say that he had chest pain, he became nervous.

He intended to go over and check on the situation, but his phone rang. Since the lobby was noisy, he went to a quiet corridor to answer it.

Chapter Sixty-Four: Unable to Sincerely Offer Blessings

It was Achao calling. He was so excited. Apparently, Achao was playing a game and saw a really amazing lighting and motion capture technician from overseas. Being a tech enthusiast, he couldn't contain his excitement. Sending a message wasn't enough; he had to call and give him a good talk about it.

Bai Weiran listened patiently, then turned around and saw Mu Nanfeng standing two steps away, his hands behind his back, giving him a slight smile.

"Not yet."

Bai Weiran remained silent for two seconds.

"Senior Mu."

One was still undecided, while the other was only addressed by surname and title; a subtle sense of distance immediately arose.

"I haven't seen you since graduation. I heard you went into the game industry," Mu Nanfeng said with a smile, his expression gentle and relaxed.

But the hand behind her gently moved and caressed.

"……Um."

"It's quite unexpected. I never thought you were someone who wanted to make games."

"It feels quite normal for someone like me who doesn't like socializing to become addicted to the game world and end up on this path."

Bai Weiran's answer made Mu Nanfeng chuckle softly.

“You may not like socializing, but there’s no need to be addicted to the gaming world.”

"I've always had good friends around me."

Wu Ji was guarding against her like she was a thief.

"So many years have passed, I never thought you would still be good friends."

"We've stayed in touch, and we're colleagues at the same company, so our relationship was bound to improve." As Bai Weiran spoke of this connection, a smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

"As for me—I've lost contact with all my old friends." Mu Nanfeng looked at his smile, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"After being abroad for so many years, I feel that everyone has changed. Looking back, I'm the only one who's still standing still."

"...Didn't my senior do a lot of amazing things?"

"What's so amazing?" Mu Nanfeng looked up with a smile, as if he had heard something interesting.

"For example... you achieved your initial dream, you became a doctor, you traveled the world, you helped many people, you experienced a life I can't even imagine, and today you're even brave enough to openly advertise for your foundation on stage, risking being kicked off by the host—"

"This is remarkable. I admire your courage. Could you please give me your foundation's donation QR code? I want to show my support through my actions."

Mu Nanfeng smiled and winked.

"Weiran, you've changed too."

It's different from back then.

He used to be polite and kept his distance from the world.

He is still somewhat polite and aloof, but he treats others with more tact and gentleness.

“Of course things will change, like getting older.” He shrugged.

"...But he's always been funny when he talks," Mu Nanfeng praised him.

"Are you free? Let's go out for coffee and chat for a bit?"

When Mu Nanfeng asked this question, the air instantly became still, and soft music was playing in the corridor.

Eyes facing each other.

Mu Nanfeng felt as if he were standing under that window again.

She watched her junior walk over, gazing into his dark eyes.

There is a profound and subtle feeling that draws you in.

"No, thank you." Bai Weiran shook his head with a smile.

"Senior, you should talk to your friends. As a junior, I really shouldn't listen to too much. Besides, I don't know anything about medicine. I'm not very helpful except for donating money. I don't have much money in my pocket, so don't cut me."

Although he didn't know what Mu Nanfeng was planning to say, he didn't intend to talk to him alone.

"Wu Ji is not feeling well, I'm going back to see him."

He had just turned around when Mu Nanfeng took two steps forward and grabbed him.

“…Weird.” She called out slightly urgently, a hint of panic in her clear eyes.

Mu Nanfeng has never regretted her choice.

She fulfilled her student-era dream and continues to move forward.

She was very content.

—But on many occasions, when she was in a foreign land, she would think of him.