Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

He put the questionnaire back in front of Laura.

Laura pouted and turned her face away, looking displeased.

This was her usual tactic: half angry and half willful, yet she stood out among the soft-spoken waitresses and unexpectedly became popular with the guests.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you!"

“They look down on us and use these questionnaires to make things difficult for us. Yes, I don’t read much and I don’t like writing. I’m not like smart people like you. I’m just an idiot. That’s why I’m doing this…” As she said this, her expression suddenly became sorrowful and weak.

"...If given a choice, who would want to be a fool? I...I don't want to either..."

From haughty to delicate, she uses retreat as a means of advancement with just the right touch.

Many guests are unknowingly manipulated.

Faced with Laura's series of tricks, the young man did not follow her lead at all.

He simply placed the pen neatly next to the questionnaire.

"I can't change how you think I see you, but if you ask me what I think, I'll say I don't think that way."

"You are doing your job, working hard to support yourself independently, without relying on anyone. You have fulfilled your responsibilities, and I think that is worthy of respect. On the other hand, I mainly wanted to do this survey because it is a rare opportunity for me to encounter so many girls."

"I'm curious to know what women who have achieved economic independence and critical thinking like."

Laura: …………?

I was trying to trick you, and you responded as seriously as a professor. What's going on?

"It's fine if you don't want to fill out the questionnaire. I thought your reply to me just now was great, and I'm going to write it down."

“You work here and deal with all sorts of people every day. You are all masters of conversation, able to make people feel relaxed and happy. I am no different from you. Essentially, we are all in the service industry, just entertaining people. You can think of me as someone who came here to learn from you.”

He paused for a few seconds, then continued speaking.

"Sometimes I feel that my work is somewhat similar. I interact with people every day and serve a large audience, but I don't feel like I'm building any real relationships. Instead, I feel like my heart is being worn down day by day."

These words silenced Laura and the waiters.

A warm atmosphere cannot be created without genuine feelings, but what genuine feelings can there be in a relationship built on money?

Whether you show your true feelings or not, it's a tough job in this industry.

No one can be perfectly smooth when cut in half.

He didn't condemn the routines, nor did he demand sincerity; he was simply calm, like a curious new friend.

After those words, Manager Xu's attitude toward the receptionists subtly changed.

It's like a mischievous student who gets called out by a strict teacher, but knows that the teacher is actually kind-hearted.

They even discussed the contents of the questionnaire with great interest.

"...So if we do it, what kind of games can we make?"

"Dating simulations are in high demand among single men worldwide; you are definitely experts."

It made them giggle.

Other guests come to the club to chat with the staff and heal their emptiness and loneliness, but he heals the guests in return.

This healing effect wasn't limited to the staff.

Manager Xu glanced at the door of the private room, shook his head, and walked away, not daring to listen any longer.

Inside the private room, Al leaned back on the sofa, his face flushed from the alcohol, and the sleeves of his wrists were rolled up, swaying as he drank.

“I’ve always felt very unhappy.”

"My sister makes me feel very uncomfortable."

"Brother, we hit it off immediately and have so much to talk about. I've never told anyone else these things, but I just couldn't help telling you today."

Bai Weiran didn't answer, but slowly drank his wine, watching Al eat the lemon and then drink the wine in one gulp with the sea salt on the rim of the tequila glass.

Through these conversations, he's come to a deeper understanding: indeed, a tiger sister has no dog brother.

Hai Qing was locked up by the Sky Eye system, leaving Al to single-handedly support the Hai family.

Al was not as capable as Haiqing, and his identity was also flawed. He did not try to imitate his sister in every aspect, take full control, or become another tyrant.

He seemed unreliable, making a mess of things, breaking many of the rules Haiqing had set, and alienating and neglecting many of Haiqing's former close friends and confidants, while gathering a bunch of cronies around himself.

It looks terrible on the surface.

But upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that there is another set of logic behind all these things.

Although the Hai family was prosperous before, it also had problems. Hai Qing was a boss who only knew how to exert high pressure and pursue efficiency to the extreme. Her pursuit of efficiency to the extreme turned into a kind of dictatorial violence. She believed that her ideas were the best solutions and that she was the intellectual ceiling of the group.

They brazenly treat everyone else as mere tools.

When people are not treated as human beings, it is natural for them to feel dissatisfied and resentful.

After Hai Qing was imprisoned, it was clear that the Hai family was not very willing to help her.

Al seems to be breaking the rules, and it's certainly gratifying when harsh rules are broken.

But those strict operating rules are like a fully wound-up machine. Al took all the wind-up parts off the machine and ran away.

The people below were completely dumbfounded.

The boss has stopped managing things.

The boss not only doesn't set rules or manage things, but he also keeps pushing them to produce results.

His subordinates had no choice but to frantically work on it. Al had a clear understanding of his role: to argue and reject each of the proposals they brought in with phrases like, "I don't think it's going to work," or "I can't explain why, but it won't work."

The subordinates were at their wits' end, scratching their heads in frustration, and in their dire straits, they began to reminisce about the good times with their former boss, Hai Qing.

Although she is domineering, impatient, a perfectionist, and unreasonable, she can provide sound advice, make substantial progress on projects, and improve rules one by one.

The group of cronies gathered around Al, although they spent their days indulging in debauchery at the club, had no real power whatsoever.

Seeing this, Bai Weiran even wanted to give Al a 6.

If this doesn't have a brain, then who does?

The boy is paving the way step by step to be the bad cop for his sister.

However, even though he was paving the way for Hai Qing and preparing to make way for her return, he still wanted to take advantage of Hai Qing's absence to severely punish her confidants.

They're a rather awkward brother-sister relationship.

"...My sister...she always tries to dominate me and control me, she thinks she's doing it all for my own good—"

As Al finished speaking, he chuckled and glanced at Bai Weiran with a raised eyebrow.

"Brother, don't you find people like this annoying?"

He appears to be a helpless teenager who has gotten drunk and is seeking validation, revealing his innermost thoughts.

"Yes, these kinds of people are really annoying."

Al immediately moved closer and put one hand on his shoulder.

"Brother, is it the same for you? You've also encountered people like this, right? Tell me, how do you deal with them?"

Bai Weiran observed that Al appeared to be a close brother, but a hint of scrutiny flickered in his eyes.

Al was actually trying to find out his background through these conversations.

But his approach was clever—to outsiders, it would seem as if he had won over the club owner into becoming his sworn brother.

Al kept calling him "brother" repeatedly.

Having heard Ah Chao's "sincere brother" so many times, Al's words were only three parts true and seven parts false, a pretense of warmth to get closer.

He's incredibly quick-witted; if this boy were willing to pull someone along, he'd be quite formidable.

Fortunately, this wasn't a yandere orthopedic mission, otherwise he was quite certain that Al would be a real tough opponent.

“I’ve met people like that before, and I know them quite well.”

"Uh-huh."

"...Because that's me."

"…………???"

"The things you complained about your sister are exactly the same as what my sister said to me." Bai Weiran finished his wine in one gulp, and his cheerful drinking style caught Aldo's eye.

After downing half a glass of baijiu, Bai Weiran felt relaxed and began to speak more casually.

"Don't make things too difficult for your sister," he said with a smile.

"Being a sister is a first for her too."

Bai Shimo lay on the sofa in the empty living room, watching the screen playing on her phone.

She smiled, pursing her lips.

I'm sorry, Shimo, you should know that this is also the first time I've ever been a brother.

Chapter Forty-Three: What My Sister Taught Me

The pink-haired ghost slithered through the ceiling, appearing and disappearing intermittently, revealing only one eye as it secretly peered down below.

Bai Shimo kept looking at her phone on the sofa, laughing, and kicking her legs in the air, which aroused Nana's curiosity.

Nana's famous quote: "I won't allow this house to be without any secrets I don't know."

She crept forward, slowly hanging upside down from the ceiling behind Bai Shimo's head, her eyes wide with curiosity, staring intently at the phone screen.

Her long pink hair cascaded down naturally with her movements, the ends swaying... Just as it was about to touch the back of Bai Shimo's head, Nana suddenly woke up, quickly grabbing her hair with one hand and holding it firmly against her chest.

relieved.

We almost got caught.

Nana's joy lasted only a couple of seconds before she looked up and saw Bai Shimo had somehow raised her head, propped herself up, and was smiling at her with a completely devoid of light in her eyes.

"Nana-chan, what are you doing?"

The person who was supposed to be scary was scared instead. Nana screamed and instantly shrank into the ceiling.