Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

"I saw archery and thought it was fun, so I learned to shoot arrows. I saw horseback riding and thought it was fun, so I learned to ride horses. I saw people playing the piano and thought it was beautiful, so I wanted to play the piano too. My mother hired teachers for me for all of them—" Qin Ning rolled her eyes, looking a little mischievous.

"I only learned archery for a few months before I stopped. Horse riding was a bit better, and I kept it up for more than a year. When I felt that playing the piano was meaningless and wanted to give it up, my mother got angry and insisted that I not stop learning."

Qin Ning raised her head, her face pure and innocent.

"Then I got angry and smashed one of Dad's favorite antique clocks into the piano. As a result, both the clock and the piano were destroyed, which made Mom furious—" She pouted and laughed.

She was talking about something horrible that made you want to grab her and beat her up, but when the beautiful girl's cat-like eyes darted around, she had a charming and adorable devilish quality that made you forget to scold her and instead become fascinated by her.

Until here, everything was quite ordinary.

It was like an ordinary date, except that the location was a little unusual.

But as the young man returned to the field, drawing his bow and arrow, another tall and strong man unexpectedly approached him.

The young man shot an arrow, and he followed suit with one.

The tall, strong man was clearly a regular; every arrow he shot was extremely accurate, very close to the bullseye.

After he finished shooting an arrow, he glanced at the young man beside him. When he saw that the other man's score was inferior to his own, he let out a clear mocking laugh.

The targeting is obvious and extremely uncomfortable.

At first, the young man could ignore it, but later he gradually became distracted, became impatient for quick results, and his accuracy declined further.

After the fight, the tall, strong man even turned around and spoke loudly to his friend.

"I was saying my aim's gotten rusty lately, this shot is really off—"

"Oh, I was thinking that this bow might be too light, so it's not easy to handle. I should have known better than to choose this one."

"I can't lose to a new girl."

As the tall, muscular man spoke, he glanced at Qin Ning, and many of the onlookers suddenly realized what he meant.

The beautiful girl aroused his interest, and he wanted to give those who came with her a hard time, so he made sarcastic remarks!

Whoever gets involved in this kind of thing is doomed. Everyone, with the mentality of enjoying the drama, kept quiet and stopped shooting arrows, watching the silent standoff between the two men with great interest.

The young man didn't say a word from beginning to end; he just focused intently on shooting arrows, while the tall, strong man laughed as he shot, winning every single time.

Occasionally, onlookers would glance at Qin Ning, wanting to see her reaction.

Qin Ning sat on a chair in the rest area, scrolling through her phone, occasionally glancing up in this direction.

It was as if the tense atmosphere had nothing to do with me.

The second round ended with another crushing defeat, and the tall, strong man became even more arrogant.

"Seriously? Bro, these results are really bad—"

"The draw weight of the bow you're using is really... tsk tsk tsk, I wouldn't even consider such a light bow, it's perfect for a girl..."

"Hey buddy, if you keep going like this, no girl will like you."

He even jokingly pushed the young man on the shoulder.

It's not very powerful, not very aggressive, but extremely insulting.

Qin Ning stared intently at the scene before her, her gaze deep, watching the young man's reaction without blinking.

There was no admiration in her eyes, no playful and charming coquettishness in her words, but a deep and sharp probing.

Xx

The two walked out of the archery range side by side, along the sidewalk. Qin Ning twisted the cap of her lime-flavored drink, first making some playful remarks with a grin, then suddenly stopped, sighed, her eyes watery, and her expression guilty.

"I'm sorry for making you, teacher, go through that kind of thing."

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have chosen this place for our date. Will you... be angry with me?"

The young man shook his head.

"This is not your fault, it's that person's problem. I can't tell who the culprit is."

“But I made you a laughingstock among so many people, you lost face… But it’s okay, teacher, I just asked the curator.” Qin Ning’s eyes lit up.

"...What did you ask the curator?"

"I asked about that person's personal information!" Qin Ning said, clenching her fists, her face full of indignation.

“He embarrassed you and bullied you on the spot, which I can’t accept. I secretly found someone to beat him up. The curator even told me that he’s an amateur archery coach. So, when I found people to beat him up in front of his house, I told them to pick his dominant hand and beat him up hard so that he wouldn’t be able to use his archery skills to be arrogant when he sees his teacher next time, and he wouldn’t be able to bully others. What do you think?”

The young man stopped in his tracks in surprise, but Qin Ning ignored his reaction and continued speaking.

"I'm very angry. He bullied the person I like. I'm very angry. I'm very protective of my students. I want to protect my teacher. And he's so awful, he bullies people so much, he deserves it—I'm going to beat him up badly. We'll make him feel the pain, so he won't be able to bully others like this again, okay?"

Her eyes sparkled, sincere and pure.

"...I promise I won't let anyone find out, and we're doing this on behalf of Heaven!"

"Teacher, you can't refuse me. If you do, I'll think you're weak and I'll be very disappointed in you—"

When the young man didn't answer, he hesitated and struggled, neither agreeing nor refusing, Qin Ning's eyes immediately darkened.

When she got home, she ignored everyone, sank into the large sofa, and pondered with her head down.

My phone was placed next to me, and a message popped up.

We have received your payment, thank you, Miss.

I hope my performance today satisfied you.

Qin Ning didn't check the message; she just looked up at the ceiling and suddenly sneered.

Something's not right—

"No matter how I think about it, this answer just doesn't feel right—"

"He shouldn't be this kind of person."

No matter what selfless act is used, or what pretext is acting on behalf of Heaven, in the end, for a little verbal conflict or for one's own face to be offended, one can ignore all the efforts that person has made in the past.

Neither denying nor rejecting, it's just wanting it but being afraid of taking responsibility, thinking of ambiguously letting myself take action.

"This is not the brother I know."

Chapter Sixty-Three: Qin Ning's Dream (Part Four)

Qin Ning sat at the table, the open notebook containing the investigation report.

She rested her chin on her hand, her dark eyes deep, as she turned the pages one by one.

The content was clearly about her new tutor, with all sorts of personal information, including her background, education, and family composition, being thoroughly examined.

Qin Ning carefully reviewed the report, and finally, she pressed down on it, a famous fountain pen twirling between her fingers.

no problem.

All the information matches.

His hobbies, lifestyle, favorite foods, and even the way he spoke were all consistent with her memory.

But Qin Ning just felt something was wrong.

Yandere are suspicious, and once this suspicion takes hold, it is very difficult to dispel.

As she was thinking, there was a knock on the door. She quickly flipped over her notebook, put the report underneath, and casually watched her mother come in with tea and snacks.

"Ningning, you're studying so hard, it must be tiring. Take a break!"

"It's not hard work at all." Qin Ning said this not just as a polite remark, but sincerely.

She already knew these questions and had done them before; reviewing them was just for show.

Her words surprised Qin's mother, who put down her tea and snacks and patted her head.

"You used to hate it when I asked you to study. What happened that made you suddenly change your attitude?"

Qin Ning found her mother's touch quite pleasant; she squinted her eyes and accepted it, then hugged her mother tightly.

In fact, Qin Ning did not have much attachment to her biological parents.

It's true that we don't spend enough time together.

She was a responsible parent who provided her with a life free from want, but her father was only focused on his work and often used work as an excuse not to come home, thus using this as a pretext to avoid many "small things," such as family gatherings, clan gatherings, and relative gatherings.

The mother was weak-willed and often struggled to manage the complex family relationships. Because she only had one daughter, Qin Ning, she felt ashamed and unable to hold her head high in the family.

Whenever this happened, Qin's mother would vent her resentment at having no one to rely on on her daughter.

She neither hit nor scolded, but subtly exerted pressure.

I love you so much, I've endured so much for you. If you don't work hard and achieve something, I'll be letting you down, and I won't be able to hold my head high either.

[You're all Mom has left. Don't let her down.]

The father was absent during this process.

He believes that in such a patriarchal atmosphere, he is already a very qualified father for being able to maintain a neutral attitude and not put pressure on his daughter or express dissatisfaction.

However, he wouldn't say a word for Qin Ning, nor would he let his relatives and Qin's mother have their way.

He didn't care, he didn't think it was important, nothing was more important than his career.

Under this subtle dual pressure, Qin Ning gradually became irritable.

Qin Ning felt a sense of original sin, a sense of cowardice.

Being born a girl is a disservice to the family tradition; she is inherently guilty.

Her privileged living environment and lack of outlets for emotional release made her feel like she was being displayed.

I am a work of art, a piece my parents used to demonstrate how hard they worked to provide me with the best life.

The better life they provide, the greater their achievements.

But Qin Ning felt that she didn't need that many at all.

But she had no reason to complain, because in other people's eyes, she was already living a good life.

This privileged life was like a golden thread, tightly sewing her mouth shut.

She lost the right to complain.