Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

Why don't you do something fun with your life?

Chapter 51 A Game That Is Both New and Old

When Manager Xu entered the private room again, he found that only Al was inside.

Manager Xu was taken aback.

He's been at the main gate the whole time, but he hasn't seen anyone come out.

Out of professional habit, Manager Xu quickly glanced at the table and noticed that there was still a lot of wine left.

They both have a high alcohol tolerance and can always finish most of the drinks that are brought in, which leaves Manager Xu speechless.

Neither of them seemed like such heavy drinkers. Even when drunk, they behaved very well. Al was slumped on the sofa, quiet and silent, slightly lost in thought, while Mr. Bai had a smile on his face, but his eyes were more unfocused than usual.

Manager Xu noticed the second unusual thing.

Al remained motionless, resting his chin on his hands, quietly gazing at what lay before him.

Before him lay a square wooden board with countless small squares, upon which lay black and white chess pieces, arranged neatly in a seemingly chaotic yet orderly pattern.

Manager Xu guessed it was a type of chess, but he had never seen it before.

Manager Xu wasn't particularly interested in anything except playing chess, but this wasn't the kind he played—

Why are there no patterns on this chessboard? Where's the queen? Where's the castle? Where's the king?

With so many pieces, how can we possibly play?

Manager Xu was filled with suspicion and interest, so he slowed down his packing and took a few more glances while Al was deep in thought.

"Manager Xu."

"Huh?" Caught off guard by being called out, Manager Xu was startled and quickly looked away, his movements becoming hurried as he looked up with an air of nonchalance.

"Yes, boss?"

"You know how to play chess, right?"

"...I know a little about it."

"Then what's the logic behind your chess game?"

"...What's the reasoning behind that?"

"What do you want to do to win?"

Manager Xu couldn't understand why Al was asking this question, and he was worried that he had angered his unpredictable boss by peeking, so he was a little nervous.

"...To capture the opponent's pieces and surround the enemy forces, that's victory?"

“…That’s what I know too.” Al frowned and looked up.

"But he said this game is different from all the others; it's called Go."

Upon hearing the name and glancing at the trading board, Manager Xu had a sudden inspiration.

"Judging from the name... does it mean you win by surrounding and capturing the opponent's pieces?"

Unexpectedly, Al frowned even more deeply, and his voice lowered a few decibels.

"I thought so too, but he said no—"

Playing Go isn't about who captures the most stones; it's about who controls the most territory.

"The focus should not be on one or two places, but on the whole picture. There is not only one battlefield on a chessboard, and each piece may look exactly the same and there may not be any significant professional distinctions, but they can each carry different functions."

Al stared at one of the black pieces.

The black stone was driven deep into the heart of the white stone, like a wedge driven into the heart.

The final fate of that piece may be to create a new territory, or it may be surrounded, killed, and eaten, but neither of these will violate its original mission.

Al picked up the black stone.

"It looks exactly like the other pieces. On this chessboard, there are dozens or even hundreds of pieces that look exactly like it, but each piece has its own value. They are not there to help others, but to unite everyone."

Manager Xu was bewildered but dared not ask any questions. It was clear that Al was talking to himself, his thoughts racing.

Finally, Al put down his piece.

"This is an interesting game, Manager Xu."

Bai Weiran told Al to do something interesting with his life. Al thought of things like high-speed racing—but he didn't expect Bai Weiran to actually bring up a game.

It's also a game that looks quite old.

Al had to admit he was dumbfounded.

Which adult would actually say that playing games is the most fun thing to do?

Aren't they all just doing fun things that only adults can do? Like making some lighthearted, risqué content that can't pass censorship.

What kind of game is this that's supposed to be for straight men? It's terrifying!

When Bai Weiran explained the rules of the game to him, he was even very enthusiastic and happy. It was obvious that he was genuinely happy, and his eyes were shining.

Although this person is older than me, he talks like a child when it comes to things he likes.

Al found it both surprising and funny.

He behaves and acts like a child, but the things he does and the principles he presents are not those of a child.

Bai Weiran didn't say it explicitly, but Al felt that he was hinting at it.

No one is born with a rank, or rather, no one should be born believing that they have a certain destiny. A king is a king, a queen is a queen—the distinctions are clear and insurmountable. People are like these chess pieces, all placed on the chessboard, each with their own destiny.

He and his sister.

He always felt that Haiqing was born to be a queen, while he was just a useless nobody on the chessboard.

He might be sacrificed at any time, because history is not created by people like him.

“But maybe I’m setting boundaries for myself?” Al put the piece back in its place.

The point is not who is superior to whom, or who has captured whose pieces.

Instead, it was about land grabbing; whoever grabbed the largest plot of land had the advantage.

Hai Qing claimed the land, but only the Hai family's property.

But outside the Hai family's territory, isn't it still the position of the chessboard?

Al stood up.

He was trying to tell himself that the chessboard was still very large.

It was just a game used to illustrate—

After thinking it over, Al couldn't help but feel admiration.

This person is at a higher level than me.

Even more so than her sister—

However, there was one thing that Al just couldn't understand.

How exactly did he casually pull a large chessboard and two large cups of chess pieces out of his pocket?

This question lingered in Al's mind, to the point that during the game of listening to the rules, he would repeatedly drift off to look at a man's crotch.

Xx

"I hereby declare Mengmeng the winner of this game!"

"Wow!!! It's me, it's me!!!"

In the present world, Bai Shimo, acting as the referee, calculates the outcome and announces it. Mengmeng cheers, raises her hands high, and bounces around with her little bottom wiggling.

"I won! I won! Hahahaha! Bai Weiran, you've finally met your match! You've finally met your match!! You actually met your match! Now who's the winner? Mengmeng is the winner! You've lost to Mengmeng by seven top scorers in the college entrance exam!!"

Bai Weiran and Mengmeng are playing chess, with a chessboard in front of them.

Meanwhile, a group of yandere girls sat around watching, creating an unusually harmonious atmosphere.

Xia Yanle was explaining the final situation to Qin Ning, while Yuan Jixi listened attentively beside her. Nana, floating in mid-air, pretended to listen attentively, but she was clearly like a student daydreaming in class, absent-minded, pretending to understand, and nodding along.

Mingguang? Mingguang stopped pretending altogether. The wooden and clay sculptures sat in place, and his soul escaped from his mouth.

Bai Weiran didn't think too much; he just listened to Xia Yanle's explanation while reflecting on his own thoughts.

"...If we hadn't lost the top right corner, we would still have a chance in this round."

He was explaining Go to Al, not on a whim, to show off the profoundness of Chinese civilization.

The truth is, he's been playing this game with his family every day at home lately, and he's gotten so tired of playing chess all the time.

This whole thing was started by Xia Yanle.

Chapter Fifty-Two: Feelings are insignificant in the face of victory or defeat.

Xia Yanle is a top student who loves research.

Unfortunately, the technological development and theoretical knowledge of this world are still somewhat behind those of the world she comes from.

Xia Yanle was disappointed and instead focused more on exploring other fields.

Go, a game that requires a high level of critical thinking and deduction, with simple rules yet ever-changing board positions, became Xia Xueba's target.

Xia Yanle played chess online and lost badly for several days in a row, which immediately made her angry.

I'm betting on my reputation as a top student; I refuse to believe there's nothing I can't learn.

Xia Yanle spends his days engrossed in playing chess on his tablet, studying chess scores, and focusing all his energy on his studies. He has no interest in causing trouble anymore. Without Xia Yanle as his strategist, Mingguang is rather dull-witted and can't stir up any trouble.

Qin Ning and Han Xin had studied Go. Seeing Xia Yanle playing so seriously, Qin Ning thought to herself that her opportunity had arrived.

Qin Ning always resorted to any means necessary to suppress Xia Yanle's arrogance.

When two proud individuals clash, one will inevitably be injured.