Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

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Chapter Twenty-Six: She lit the unanswered bell.

Bai Weiran, moved to tears, wiped the corners of her eyes with her sleeve, even though there were no tears there.

I'm so touched.

Witnessing firsthand the awakening of a young girl's self-awareness.

He also realized how rebellious Yu Mengmeng was at heart.

In front of herself, Yu Mengmeng put on a defiant stance, refusing to study and insisting on playing games and eating crabs—a typical lazy, otaku attitude. But when she turned around, she realized that Yu Mengmeng had actually taken her words to heart.

And he started studying diligently at home.

When Su Cheng heard Mengmeng's words, he was first taken aback, and then a hint of displeasure flashed across his face.

In his memory, his sister was always weaker than him, needed his protection, was emotionally unstable, and emotionally dependent on him. Whenever he talked about his sister with the women around him, as long as he talked about her with a helpless yet doting attitude, most of them would be moved and praise him as a good brother, and take the initiative to get closer to him.

Su Cheng doesn't need to analyze things logically; he can use this intuition to establish the persona of a good older brother, making him very popular and successful among women.

My sister is really useful; she can attack others when she wants, and she can also attack when she wants to retreat.

If Bai Weiran knew what Su Cheng was thinking at this moment, he would show a strange smile.

Then you haven't seen a scary little sister.

For example, my sister—

Your little tricks are no match for her. You'll probably be tricked into being sold to human traffickers one day and sent to some remote mountain village to be a male wife and be abused.

Bai Weiran would say: "My little sister is the cutest in the world," followed by a whispered "The scariest in the world."

His ability to remain so calm and peacefully interact with the yandere girl is largely thanks to his younger sister.

Su Cheng put on a gentle smile again, and his persona stabilized.

"Our Mengmeng is amazing, so thoughtful and hardworking." He reached out to give the girl a gentle pat on the head, but the white-haired girl subconsciously turned her head away.

Su Cheng's hand froze for a moment, but he didn't mind. He pulled up a chair and sat down next to Yu Mengmeng, adopting a sincere and earnest manner.

"Mengmeng, you seem to have changed a lot since you came home this time. Can you tell your brother where you went?"

"I'm at a friend's house." Yu Mengmeng's face remained calm, but she did not stand up and flee the scene.

A blush rose on Su Cheng's face, and his tone was tinged with sorrow and regret.

“When you disappeared, my brother was really worried.”

"People around me laugh at me, saying that I'm so old and still have a sister complex."

"My brother has been asking around for news about you..."

Yu Mengmeng's eyes widened in astonishment.

Brother, aren't you playing games?

Su Cheng mistook Yu Mengmeng's astonishment for gratitude. His expression, which had been one of deep regret and remorse, suddenly turned agitated, as if he had lost control of his emotions. He abruptly reached out to the girl—

Bai Weiran had already raised his fingers, but Su Cheng's hand froze in mid-air—he withdrew it and pressed it to his chest in a gesture of forcibly suppressing himself, his whole body trembling slightly.

From his face to his body, he was filled with an emotion that was bursting forth, uncontrollable, yet being forcibly suppressed.

Bai Weiran couldn't help but curse inwardly.

Doesn't Su Zha Nan's acting skills far surpass those of a bunch of popular young male idols?

They've truly mastered the art of feigning indifference to lure prey.

His palms itched, and he really wanted to punch him, but he held back.

"Some things, you only know how to cherish them when you lose them..." The tone was earnest and gentle, but the content was ambiguous and unclear.

"I'm someone who doesn't understand my own heart, and I still am now, and probably still will be. Even though I don't understand it, I still want to pursue something..."

Bai Weiran translated for him in his mind: "I don't know what I'm supposed to do, I don't understand what I'm thinking, but I also feel like I know a little bit about things, like I know what I'm supposed to do."

This guy should never make games; he'll only create content that players will rant about.

The room fell silent for a moment, with only the boy and girl sitting facing each other. In fact, a third person floated between them, sitting cross-legged, resting his chin on his hand and remaining silent.

Su Cheng raised his head, his eyes softening with tenderness.

"Mengmeng, do you understand?"

Bai Weiran slowly typed out a question mark.

What did you say? You don't know anything!

Oh, so this is what a jerk is like.

He didn't say "I love you," but his words implied that he didn't know what he wanted or what he was supposed to do. So if something happened, it would be a result of his confusion, and he wouldn't understand why it would happen.

Maybe it's him who's thinking, maybe it's the woman who's thinking, in short, they're both thinking, or maybe they're both confused—or maybe, that's love.

Ah, desire and love are always filled with a psychedelic atmosphere.

Yu Mengmeng looked at Su Cheng, her heart stirred for a moment, and then she calmed down.

If Cheng-gege had told her these things before, she would have imagined it for ages, her heart would pound, and she would lie in bed all night, unable to calm down.

Now, after being baptized by the masked man—

The girl remained silent for a long time before uttering two words.

"……so?"

Su Cheng was stunned, and Bai Weiran was also stunned.

Bai Weiran: Why does that sound so familiar? Oh, isn't that what I say every day at my workstation?

When communicating at work, Bai Weiran often encounters colleagues with illogical thinking. His usual approach is to wait until the other person finishes their rambling, unclear statement, and then casually add two words: "So?"

Two words can express a lot of meaning.

So what exactly are you trying to say?

So what exactly do you want to do?

So just tell me straight! Which game's stats do you want us to copy?

The ultimate goal is to get a specific and practical solution from the other party.

Stop babbling and hurry up, we need to finish this so we can go home.

Bai Weiran sometimes unconsciously adopted this habit in his daily life.

Who would have thought that Yu Mengmeng would actually learn it?

This statement can be described as a fatal blow to Su Cheng, a man known for his ambiguous relationships.

"Brother, you've said so much, so what exactly do you want to do?" Yu Mengmeng asked back.

Su Cheng choked and couldn't speak.

What does he want to do?

Some things, if left unsaid, are romantic affairs; if spoken of openly, they become shameless and vulgar.

I've never seen ancient scholars write so many poems and lyrics that take the simple phrase "I want to sleep with you" and express it in such a variety of ways, with fresh and refined language and elegant diction.

Bai Weiran had expected tonight to be a fierce battle where he would have to step in and be the hero to save the damsel in distress.

But Yu Mengmeng actually resolved the issue herself.

Su Cheng maintained his ambiguous image as a gentle and kind older brother, but ultimately did not continue to do so.

He just sighed before leaving, and with a melancholy tone, leaned against the doorframe and uttered his last words.

"You... are still too naive, Mengmeng."

"But I think you'll understand someday."

"Don't eat too much cake, or you'll get a stomachache."

"Happy birthday. I'm so happy to be your brother."

Bai Weiran and Yu Mengmeng looked at the closed doorway and tilted their heads in unison.

Yu Mengmeng stared at the cake for a long time before suddenly opening the drawer and pulling out a piece of paper.

Bai Weiran recognized it at a glance; it was the summoning bell he had drawn for her back then, and he didn't know how she had brought it out of her room.

But he has already removed the function; now it's just an ordinary piece of paper with circles drawn on it.

The white-haired girl looked serious, lit the candle again, closed her eyes, and seemed to be praying for something.

She blew out the candle and began repeatedly tapping the paper bell that would never respond again with her finger.

Again and again, patiently clicking repeatedly.

Bai Weiran: ……………………

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