Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Bai Shimo likes to eat wontons.

He wanted to buy some wontons to take home, so he picked them out at the fresh produce stall.

I ordered two boxes of each of the following flavors: shiitake mushroom and pork, corn and pork, and shrimp wontons.

He thought for a moment and then ordered two more pounds of noodles.

It was prepared specifically for Yuan Jixi.

Yuan Jixi has no work to do now, and just sits at home eating all day.

Bai Weiran felt a little troubled.

Or perhaps Qin Ning could suggest that Yuan Jixi be sent to the company as a security guard.

Those who are obsessed with competition can't stand seeing idle people.

On the other side of the snack shelf, Bai Shimo hummed a song happily as she took her favorite barbecue-flavored potato chips from the shelf.

She had just grabbed one bag and was about to grab a second when another hand reached for the bag of potato chips at the same time.

Bai Shimo glanced over suspiciously and saw a boy with a sunny smile and a clean-cut appearance smiling at her.

It's like the beginning of a romantic love story.

"Sorry, you can have it!" the boy said with a smile.

He's been watching from afar for a long time.

Finally, while she was taking items from the shelf, he took the initiative to approach her, hoping to find an opportunity to strike up a conversation.

He looked even better up close, which made him blush involuntarily.

He doesn't often strike up conversations; he's the one who strikes up conversations with others.

Bai Shimo smiled at him, but it was a forced smile.

“No need, there are plenty on the shelves.” She pulled her hand back.

The boy was a little embarrassed. He held the potato chips and wanted to say a few more words to her.

"Do you like these potato chips too? I really like them..."

He saw Bai Shimo put the bag of barbecue-flavored potato chips she had taken down back on the shelf and tilt her head slightly to look at him.

"I don't like barbecue flavored potato chips. I grabbed the wrong ones. I prefer the original flavor. If you like these, then take more!"

She swept three bags of original flavor potato chips into her basket and strolled away leisurely.

Leaving the boy behind was incredibly awkward.

Bai Shimo followed the supermarket signs to the fresh produce section, and when she saw Bai Weiran, she smiled again.

But her smile froze when she looked behind him.

Bai Weiran was picking out crayfish when, as if by telepathy, he turned his head and looked over, his eyes meeting Bai Shimo's.

Bai Shimo immediately composed herself and walked over nonchalantly.

"They don't even have barbecue-flavored potato chips here," she complained.

"On the contrary, my brother likes the original flavor potato chips the most, and I can only accept it reluctantly."

As she spoke, she tiptoed and whispered in Bai Weiran's ear, her voice and smile sweet.

"Brother, they say when God closes a door, he opens a window. You're not good-looking, but you can buy your favorite potato chips everywhere. You're so lucky!"

The face of an angel, the words of a devil.

Bai Weiran was used to her sister's contrasting behavior and smiled slightly.

"Really? That's lucky."

Both of them had smiles on their faces, and passersby felt as if they were basking in a spring breeze, and couldn't help but look at the brother and sister with envy.

Bai Shimo put her arm around her brother's shoulder and peered into the basket in his hand.

"Oh! You bought wontons?" She leaned on his shoulder with a grin, tilting her head back, her eyes sparkling.

"Is this just for me, or do all my other sisters get one?"

She enjoys making things difficult for people.

Bai Weiran reached out and flicked Bai Shimo's forehead. He didn't hold back, and the sharp crack made Bai Shimo cover her forehead and cry out softly. As Bai Weiran leisurely walked away, Bai Shimo stomped her feet behind him, displeased.

"—Bullying the weak, shameless!!"

Bai Weiran ignored her and went to look at the fresh clams.

Bai Shimo, who was behind him, tilted her head and suddenly reached out her hand to the side without warning.

Three meters away from them, on a shelf piled high with fresh corn, a glistening green butterfly perched atop the very top of the corn cob, its wings fluttering gently, oblivious to its surroundings.

Bai Shimo muttered to herself.

"This is so annoying—"

"They can't even manage their own district, can they?"

With a flick of her finger, the green butterfly shattered in mid-air, turning into countless shimmering green powders.

Bai Shimo turned around and caught up with Bai Weiran as if nothing had happened.

"Brother! I don't eat clams!!!"

Chapter Sixteen: Summoning the Ice and Snow Fairy in the Center of the Shopping Mall

At the self-checkout counter, Bai Shimo leaned against Bai Weiran, pouting and protesting softly.

"I said I don't eat clams!" Don't you think it's perverted to forcefully intrude into someone's shell by splitting it open?

"You're just refuting for the sake of refuting. Just because you hate eating clams doesn't mean everyone else does."

Bai Weiran responded while paying the bill, putting the items into his bag one by one and carrying it forward. Bai Shimo squinted behind him, stomped her foot, and chased after him, bumping her forehead against Bai Weiran's back with no force, making him stagger.

"Brother, you've grown wings now, you've become bolder, and you know how to talk back?"

"I'm glad you still remember me as your brother. Listen to what you're saying now?"

"Down with the upper-class elders! Stop them from abusing their age! Those who are old and do not die are thieves!!"

"Alright, now this old thief is going upstairs to get some ice cream. Are you coming?"

Before entering the mall, Bai Weiran glanced at the floor information and discovered a delicious matcha soft serve shop.

Bai Shimo likes to eat soft serve ice cream.

I'm just so-so about popsicles and shaved ice, but I'm a huge fan of ice cream.

When I was little, I could even sneak into the ice cream stand when no one was looking and turn on the machine to eat the ice cream.

It truly astonished everyone.

What's even more outrageous is that she was forgiven by her boss because she was cute.

The shopkeeper said: "Your brother is so mean. What's wrong with buying a soft serve of ice cream for his sister?"

Bai Weiran: …………?

The reputation of "abusing his sister" spread quickly. Every time the ice cream shop owner saw them, he would give Bai Shimo ice cream. Bai Weiran was embarrassed and paid with her pocket money. As a result, the ice cream shop owner stacked Bai Shimo's ice cream twice as high as everyone else's.

He watched as his sister popped it into her mouth.

The ice cream shop on the second floor adopts a new business model: a smart, unmanned store.

The view is a clear white expanse with a large transparent glass window in front of you. After ordering on the screen next to you, you can see the robotic arm start working through the glass window, taking out the ice cream cone, squeezing out the soft serve, and delivering it to the serving counter, where the number on it will ding.

They ordered two flavors, matcha and hojicha, and found a seat on the side.

Bai Shimo took a big gulp from the top of the ice cream, then squinted, pressed her right hand to her temple, and looked distressed.

"Ugh! It's so cold, it's giving me a headache."

Just like when he was a child, he's lively and funny.

"Serves you right for eating such a big bite at once."

Bai Shimo took off her hat and rubbed her temples like a little hamster with a headache. Her adorable posture made three young boys walking by outside stare in amazement and stop in their tracks.

Bai Weiran glanced out the window and reached out his hand.

"Where does it hurt?" he asked.

"...Let me rub it for you."

Bai Shimo moved even closer.

Bai Weiran glanced outside.

The brother and sister were very affectionate, and their facial features showed no blood relation at first glance.

The three young boys exchanged glances, pushed each other, touched their noses, and walked away.

Bai Weiran had just looked away when he discovered that the roasted tea ice cream in his hand had also been swiped off by someone, leaving it with a huge bald head.

The thief who stole the ice cream was still licking his lips, showing no shame whatsoever.

"Brother, the hojicha flavor is tastier, why don't you switch with me?"

Bai Weiran: …………

This is my younger sister.

She specifically chose to bully her own brother.

He slowly ate the matcha soft serve that was already three-quarters full, listening to Bai Shimo's low complaints.

“Look at your big cities, even ice cream shops use robots to serve customers. Technology has replaced humanity, it’s meaningless and lacks human touch.”

"I think this is a good idea. The machine won't decide who gets more or less based on looks. People as good-looking as my sister won't get preferential treatment, while people as unattractive as me will be treated equally. From this perspective, I wholeheartedly agree."

Bai Shimo narrowed her eyes and kept clicking her tongue at him.

Bai Weiran ignored her and remained unchanged.