Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Game companies are a type of internet company, but for game companies to call themselves internet companies is just self-aggrandizement.

Being recognized as an internet company is undoubtedly a guarantee of its technological sophistication.

A subtle hierarchy of contempt.

The industry leader is Nan Goose, while Rednet is the second-largest player; that's where the difference lies.

Nango is an internet company that also makes games, and its technical capabilities are among the best in the entire internet industry.

As a gaming company with internet business, Rednet has never prioritized technological capabilities.

Highly capable programmers often start their careers by going to South China.

Unable to join South Goose or other mainstream internet companies, they went to work for companies that specialize in games.

The pay is good, so it's like having a job while you're still looking for something better. You can hone your skills and accumulate experience while looking for opportunities to jump ship to a reputable internet company.

A company's technological strength can be considered its moat and barrier.

It also creates a huge chasm between game companies and internet companies.

A difference of just one name can make a world of difference in the eyes of those in the industry.

Rednet has always been known for its artistic rather than technical capabilities, and server problems are frequently reported.

During the Chinese New Year holiday, hundreds of servers in the game "Honor of Kings" experienced a sudden influx of players without any crashes or lag.

For companies lacking technical capabilities, attempting projects purely based on art, creativity, or gameplay will inevitably lead to disastrous consequences.

Every company wants to delve deeper into technological development.

Two or three years ago, Shile Company established a dedicated technology department and recruited many senior programmers from home and abroad with high salaries, hoping to independently develop an engine system belonging to its own company.

Two or three years later, after much hard work and producing results, they faced an awkward situation.

New products are always launched with a host of bugs.

The company doesn't have any projects and wants to use this new engine that they developed themselves.

The head of the engine department was now in a panic.

If no one uses the new engine, how can there be any product performance?

So all those two or three years of work were for nothing?

He had previously hinted that the project should approach him for cooperation, but the project ignored him. Today, the head of the engine department simply brought it up directly on the spot.

General Manager Han Xin, as the highest-ranking person in charge of the meeting, remained silent.

Because the head of the engine department is the CEO's senior from university, and the two have a close relationship.

There was more than one owner of Shile Company, and their shareholdings were roughly equal. Han Xin could not refuse the requests of his other confidants, so he remained silent.

At the monthly meeting, none of the producers wanted to use him. They pushed each other around, engaging in a push-and-pull game of evasion for six hours straight.

The internal struggles within the project were fierce, but now that there's an external enemy, we're united against them.

Han Xin and the head of the engine department left, but the meeting room was filled with a harmonious and warm atmosphere, a rare sight indeed.

Guoguo muttered to herself next to Bai Weiran while holding her little notebook.

"Six hours? Is he crazy? He must be crazy."

"We're just wasting our time and energy on this kind of useless content."

"I swear that one day, with a sword in hand, I will slaughter all the useless meetings in the world, establish a foundation for the gaming industry, and bring peace to the world... Oh, my phone is ringing. I have to go now. My friend is here. I have to go downstairs to pick her up! She's already two hours late. I feel so bad for making her wait."

Guoguo ran off in a hurry.

Before Bai Weiran could even leave the conference room, Wu Ji caught up from behind and grabbed him, putting his arm around his shoulder.

"Young Master Bai, sob sob sob, you really set it up beautifully just now."

As the youngest producer in the company who had previously made a name for himself, he is now caught in an ambiguous situation with an uncertain future for the project.

At the Tai Chi Hands-Waving Competition, Bai Weiran naturally found himself being subtly targeted by everyone.

However, his several brilliant counterattacks made the other producers who wanted to take advantage of him back down. They realized that he was a tough nut to crack and that taking a bite would be fatal. So they changed their attitude and formed a harmonious group.

"It's alright, a little workplace tip every day."

Bai Weiran responded calmly, but Wu Ji could see the smugness in his eyes and brows.

Wu Ji clicked his tongue.

A close friend will feel smug, with an invisible smirk on their face; you have to be close enough for them to understand.

His moment of triumph wasn't when he was being praised, but when he was embroiled in the Chenqiao Mutiny and donned the yellow robe.

He was proud when he did something very well.

The counterattack was brilliant; the handling of the situation was excellent, and the data analysis was flawless.

He was most pleased with himself at this time.

Wu Ji sighed and suddenly grabbed Bai Weiran's head and patted it hard, drawing a puzzled look from Bai Weiran.

"Just keep being smug!"

I'll take on the sins of the world for you.

I will absolutely not let Senior Mu get any closer to you.

Otherwise, I, Wu Ji, will write my name backwards!

Wu Ji forcibly grabbed Bai Weiran, who was about to walk up the stairs to go back to work.

"Come on, come downstairs with me to Luo X, I need to buy some chicken meatballs, I'm starving."

They waited at the elevator entrance, watching the elevator rise.

It opened with a ding.

Bai Weiran: …………

Wu Ji's face immediately turned pale.

Guoguo greeted everyone happily and tugged at the person next to her.

"My son, let me introduce you to my friend, this is Mu Nanfeng."

Wu Ji: ...Hello everyone, starting today, my name is Ji Wu.

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Hello, yanderes! You can go and rant about the prophet from the previous chapter now ヘ(｀▽'*)

Chapter 71 Xia Yanle's Good Son

Guoguo smiled as she introduced the situation, and Wu Ji looked toward the door of the escape room.

Mu Nanfeng looked at Bai Weiran, and after a brief silence of just over a second, Bai Weiran reached out her hand.

"What a coincidence, senior. I heard from Guoguo that someone was coming to visit, but I didn't expect it to be you."

Wu Ji, who was aiming at the escape exit, suddenly turned his head.

Guoguo let out a soft "Eh."

"My son, what did you say... senior sister?"

Their eyes met, Mu Nanfeng smiled, and reached out to shake hands.

Both of their palms were warm, just the right amount.

“I didn’t expect it either, junior. You said you work at a game company, I never thought I would visit the company you work at.”

Both of them knew perfectly well that the facade was just right.

Not a penny more, not a penny less.

After shaking Mu Nanfeng's hand, Bai Weiran turned and smiled at Guoguo.

"What a coincidence! Mu Nanfeng is my senior from high school. We went to the same high school, and she was my personal senior. She took good care of me before she went abroad."

In just a few words, without any avoidance or concealment, the truth was revealed calmly and peacefully.

Guoguo covered her mouth in surprise, her face beaming with delight, but Wu Ji, who had been eyeing the escape route, suddenly fell silent.

To outsiders, it was just the right amount of politeness, but looking back on the past and then at the present, he felt a pang of sadness.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Bai Weiran pulled Wu Ji into the elevator, passing by Guo Guo and Mu Nanfeng.

"You guys go ahead and look around. Wu Ji and I will go downstairs for a bit."

The elevator doors closed in front of Bai Weiran and Wu Ji.

"...Why is my senior here?"

"do not know."

"They came after you, didn't they?"

"do not know."

"...How come you don't know anything!?"

Wu Ji growled, and Bai Weiran looked away from the constantly changing numbers on the electronic panel, his face blank with innocence.

"...I'm not a senior student, how would I know what she's thinking or why she came?" He shrugged.

“If you care so much, why don’t you ask the Lord? The Lord will answer your questions. As long as you believe in Him, you will know where people come from and where they are going.”

Wu Ji grabbed Bai Weiran by the neck.

"Young Master Bai, speak properly!"

I'm genuinely worried about him, and he's just grinning at me like that?

Where did I not speak properly?

"I really can't answer your question. I'm not her, and I don't care."

Wu Ji immediately released his grip and looked at Bai Weiran, who was standing up straight. Bai Weiran smiled.