Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

This is the lesson she learned the most.

After a long silence, Li Ning took the initiative to ask.

"...Qin Ning, how do you know all this?"

Qin Ning is the same age as me, but she knows so much more than I do.

"Because someone told me this, and it was a very important person."

"What kind of person is he?"

When Li Ning asked her, the young lady couldn't help but laugh, "I'm someone who always tells me the truth."

She is someone who always sees through people, exposes their flaws and weaknesses.

But he wouldn't ask for her understanding or empathy; he just wanted her to think.

“He doesn’t say that he is great or remarkable, that he can take on everything for me, or that he wants to be someone I respect and rely on. Instead, he does everything he can to undermine my way of thinking.”

The yandere always wants to devote everything to the other person, but she encounters someone who pushes her away.

Give her support, but also keep her constantly vigilant.

It's also a different kind of tug-of-war.

But his pulling felt like whipping, forcing her to become mentally independent.

Li Ning listened with an incredulous expression.

"So, does this person still like you?"

Qin Ning smiled gently.

"...Why doesn't that count?"

"He made me realize that I need to use my brain to live with him."

A yandere with brains is always more dangerous than one without; he still dared to do this.

If this isn't liking, how can it be considered liking?

So she liked it very much.

He likes someone so much that he can't tolerate anyone wearing his skin while secretly replacing the core inside.

It stirred the cruelty within her.

How should we deal with this guy?

Li Ning's matter was merely an interlude in her contemplation of this matter.

When we pass through targeted poverty alleviation programs, we are actually helping people with their intelligence and value.

"...It's time for my class."

Qin Ning waved to Li Ning and left happily.

Li Ning froze on the spot.

I never knew Qin Ning could smile so beautifully.

But why did it make her feel a little strange and scared?

Chapter Seventy: Qin Ning's Dream (Part Eleven)

Qin Ning rested her chin on her hand, looking at the tutor in front of her.

My finger tapped lightly on the table.

There was a pot of black tea on the table, untouched and steaming.

Qin Ning's gaze shifted from his face to the black tea, then back again, her bright eyes lingering on his face until he looked up and their eyes met. He feigned composure under her gaze.

"What are you looking at instead of paying attention in class?"

“Look at the teacher,” she replied playfully with a grin.

It's quite a contrast when someone who's usually aloof and arrogant suddenly becomes cheeky and makes flirtatious remarks.

"...Instead of paying attention in class, you're staring at people. Don't you want to learn better?"

"What's the use of being so good at it?" Qin Ning pouted, responding in a charmingly coquettish manner.

"Studying well is good for you."

"I don't really care. I like the teacher, and the teacher is amazing. So as long as the teacher is amazing, that's enough. I want to listen to the teacher; I don't want to make my own decisions."

As Qin Ning spoke, a touch of distant sweetness suddenly appeared in her eyes.

"Don't let my appearance fool you, I've always wanted that kind of life! Teacher, I want a simple, peaceful life. I don't care about anything else, I just want to stay home and cook you a bowl of fragrant white porridge, prepare a meal, and then wait for you to come back—"

The young man stopped writing as he listened, his expression deeply moved.

Qin Ning saw his emotion, but her eyes darkened, though her expression remained longing and dreamy.

"Actually, I don't really like making decisions either," she said, pouting.

"Don't be fooled by my constant bossing around at home. I don't actually enjoy doing these things. I don't like being domineering. If my mom didn't just ignore everything, I wouldn't care either. I just want to quietly drink tea, grow flowers, and read books every day. Oh, and I'd love to have two cats too. I want to spend every day with them and live a comfortable life."

"Who likes a strong woman? Strong women are annoying. I don't like strong women, nor do I like politics or discussing social issues. Those are things that smart people like teachers should do. Why should I get involved?"

As the girl spoke, she blinked her bright eyes, smiled with her eyes narrowed, and looked dreamy.

"My teacher's dream is my dream, and I hope I can support my teacher forever."

“I will listen to you and support you, but if you are bullied, I will take revenge on those people, just like that blind guy who mocked you back then. I will let them know that you are my lover, my partner, and I will not allow anyone to bully you.”

“I will inherit my family’s wealth, but I don’t care about that. All I want is your love. As long as you love me, I don’t care about anything else. I will use all my wealth to support your dreams because money is useless to someone like me. I think it should be used by more important people to realize their value!”

"And the teacher is undoubtedly that kind of person—"

Qin Ning's clear laughter, each word like a witch's seductive spell.

The young man listened to her words with a complex and moved expression, and finally fell into deep thought.

He never refuted Qin Ning.

Qin Ning remained silent until the end. She lowered her eyelashes, picked up the teapot, and poured herself a cup of black tea.

Steam rose from the roof.

“If the teacher is willing to accept me as I am—if you are willing to accept me, I don’t expect the teacher to respond to me directly. You can also… drink this cup of tea, and then I will understand, understand that you are willing to accept me as I am useless.”

"........."

"…………"

Xx

When the young man woke up, dazed and confused, he found himself in a narrow, bare room, tightly bound to the only chair in the center of the room.

Qin Ning leaned against the wall in front of him, arms crossed.

That tender affection was gone; instead, the girl wore a look of confusion and a cold smile.

He was holding a ruler in his hand.

"...Hey, what exactly are you?"

"You're not Brother Weiran—"

The young man was taken aback.

"I am who I am. Is there anyone else? What are you talking about? I don't understand."

Qin Ning gently tapped her other palm with the ruler in her hand, moving it up and down.

“The real Weiran brother would not accept that cup of tea.”

Accepting that cup of tea signifies his complete acceptance of his own words.

Brother Weiran never says things like that.

The first lesson he taught her was to use her position and resources to think about what she should do.

Being born a princess is not a choice, but since one enjoys the privileges of a princess, one must also bear the obligations that come with it.

He took her to do cleaning work, but not for the sake of cleaning itself. He wanted her to realize that there are many other social classes, and how she should think about those whose interests are directly related to hers.

He wouldn't ask her to save the world—that's too vague—but he required her to be accountable to those who provided her with benefits.

That is, she is responsible for the group personnel who are in charge of her father.

Because the benefits and environment she enjoys were brought about by these people.

Moreover, Qin Ning also hates cooking.

That promise to cook for someone who was waiting for her to come home was, to her, a lie that couldn't be more deceptive.

After spending this time together, this person who resembled Bai Weiran still didn't understand him.

I can't discern her personality or her preferences, and I'm more inclined to believe what she says.

It was simply because these words were so touching and dreamlike, creating a perfect image of a rich, beautiful, and charming wife that moved him deeply.

How could Brother Weiran be moved by such a reason?

"This world is cruel, and social competition is fierce. Those who are content with the status quo and seek stability, living in a sweet world, will only be eliminated when the big waves come. The only thing that can protect you is your own ability—"

Qin Ning held the ruler and circled the chair.

She wanted to be lazy and quit working so many times, finding it troublesome and since she wasn't short of money anyway, but her brother Weiran would only let her cry in his arms, and after she finished crying, he would use his warm but hard mouth to say things she didn't want to hear.

Now that we've addressed our emotions, we should discuss practical ways to solve the problem.

He didn't take the initiative to solve her problems; he just wanted to discuss them with her and come up with solutions together.

He would often say, "I can't solve this problem, Qin Ning. Only you can solve it. You are more capable than me. You are an expert in this field. You have seen worlds that I have never seen. You have met more successful people in society during your growth. You should recall the experiences they gave you or seek their guidance."

She was both crying and angry, and felt that he was truly clueless about romance.

But after a while, she began to appreciate the different kinds of life she had.

When she gains recognition from more people and achieves something, the sense of accomplishment makes her extremely happy.