Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

His goal is to complete the task and get the reward.

Why invite trouble by choosing a difficult start?

Shenjingbing, nowadays game developers all know they have to consider the player experience and make sure the game is smoother and more fluid than chocolate, understand?

Although they are parallel worlds, they will not be the same. Statistically speaking, some places will coincidentally be similar. For example, the stainless steel brand in his world is called 303, and the stainless steel brand here is also called 303, but the reasons for naming are completely different. It is also possible that the same name may refer to completely different products.

However, this world history clearly does not include many great Chinese literati.

Bai Weiran then readily borrowed the wisdom from his original world and brought the entire Analects of Confucius with him.

However, he was also careful and added another cover to the book cover, giving it a different title.

Qin Ning was completely dumbfounded.

read?!

read!!!?

This bizarre masked kidnapper locked her in a small, enclosed room, made her wear an incredibly ugly tracksuit, and ordered her to sit at a table and—read!?

Upon opening it, I found it was filled with ancient texts that I had never read before.

What kind of old content is this that can be buried?

She didn't say it aloud, but Bai Weiran saw the accusation in her eyes, pointed at her and made her sit down next to him, then raised his hand and lightly tapped her on the head.

Qin Ning immediately covered her head, looking at Bai Weiran in disbelief.

...He hit her?

...How dare he hit her?

It was a light blow, not very harmful, but extremely insulting.

This was the first time Qin Ning had ever been lectured by anyone other than her parents.

A mixture of shock and anger overwhelmed her; she even forgot how ugly the tracksuit was.

Ignoring her expression, Bai Weiran continued in his usual tone of admonishing his younger sister.

"This is a book written by a very wise elder. We should approach it with respect. Don't always read those romance novels or watch those TV dramas, especially those about painful stories. If you read too much of those, you'll become jaded."

"...What is literature about trauma?" Qin Ning asked cautiously.

"It seems like the male and female protagonists don't have to go to work or school and have nothing to do. Even if they do work, their attitude is casual. They either slack off or succeed easily without putting in any effort. They have nothing else to do but talk about love all day long. If the other person doesn't return a phone call, doesn't send a few gifts, or talks to other men or women, they will imagine misunderstandings and run to the river or seaside to cry their hearts out."

Qin Ning: ...

I felt like I was being mocked.

She used to be juggling a constant stream of classes.

Horse riding, skiing, violin... all kinds of courses are available.

But ever since she fell in love with Lin Luo and started pursuing him, she has neglected all of that and just went through the motions. As a result, she was scolded by her parents and teachers, but she remained unchanged.

She could only see Lin Luo, and the girls who talked to Lin Luo and flirted with him.

Holding onto the railing by the river and crying while looking at the river view, this story is heartbreaking, and it is undoubtedly her story.

That was the first time she saw Lin Luo hugging another girl, a girl named Chen Qianqian, who was said to be his former high school classmate. Chen Qianqian took the initiative to confess to Lin Luo, and Lin Luo silently hugged her. When Chen Qianqian stood on tiptoe to kiss Lin Luo, Lin Luo looked a little annoyed, but still accepted the kiss from the crying girl.

She recognized that expression; Lin Luo had the same expression when she tried to kiss him.

He looked at her with a faint disdain, like a god, but he didn't reject her approach.

She didn't get to kiss him then, because the nanny saw it and rushed over to stop her.

A similar scene unfolded, except the female lead was someone else, and they even kissed. She immediately broke down, rushed over to separate them, and questioned Lin Luo about why she did this.

Lin Luo merely turned his head slightly, a mysterious and enigmatic smile playing on his lips.

“I didn’t want it; you begged me.”

"Isn't this what you women crave?"

Qin Ning cried for a long, long time that night, facing the surging river.

That very night, she made up her mind to possess this man, to hide him away, and never let anyone else take him away.

She had kept this feeling hidden deep inside, a dark and unspeakable, earth-shattering pain, yet Bai Weiran revealed it to her in a relaxed, calm, and even half-joking manner.

Suddenly, she felt that the matter wasn't so serious after all, and she felt a sense of relief.

However, tears welled up and I burst into tears.

She cried and berated Bai Weiran, even picking up a pen from the table and throwing it at him.

"What do you know? I was here first, I like him the most, and he also said he liked me. Brother Lin Luo is very good, the best."

Bai Weiran let her throw them around, without freezing the pens meant as hidden weapons in mid-air.

Love is so blind.

Actually, she wasn't stupid; she had a vague idea of ​​what kind of person Lin Luo was.

She just didn't want to admit it, didn't want to admit that love was dead and that she could burn paper money for him when she needed it, and didn't want the gentle man she imagined to be different from the one she thought he was.

The more anxious you are to grasp at something, the more you fall into a trap, eventually becoming unrecognizable.

She's only just been forcibly separated from Lin Luo, so the withdrawal symptoms must be very painful.

"It's okay," Bai Weiran comforted Qin Ning, who was breaking down in tears.

"I will always stand by your side and help you."

Until you realize that you don't have that man, the world suddenly becomes much wider.

That is, the moment when his mission is completed.

He coaxed her gently as he tied a white cloth ribbon, the kind often used by repeat test-takers, around the girl's neck from behind. The ribbon had the words "Beautiful on your own!" written on it.

After he finished tying it up, he was very satisfied.

Looking at the top and headband together—

"Don't touch me, I'll be beautiful on my own!" is more suitable than anything else for curing yandere without medicine!

Chapter Eight: The Wisdom of Our Ancestors

The girl was wearing a tacky and unfashionable tracksuit, with a white cloth tied around her head, and her smooth black hair was braided into two country-style pigtails.

The words on her body read: "Don't touch me, I'll be beautiful on my own."

Such a stark contrast between reality and fiction makes it hard to imagine that just forty-eight hours ago, she was a wealthy person dressed in a haute couture gown, adorned with jewelry from the renowned luxury brand "White Diamond Variations," standing among a group of people whose wealth, if averaged out, would allow any ordinary person to live a life of leisure and comfort for generations to come.

At this moment, she rubbed her red eyes and nose, and lowered her head to silently write down ancient texts she had never seen before.

He cursed Bai Weiran in his heart.

She then realized that he had a touch of gentleness in him, staying by her side and quietly comforting her when she cried.

She did not comment further on whether her relationship was right or wrong.

"I will always stand by your side and help you."

These words are like a hand, gently brushing against the most delicate strings of the heart.

She was inexplicably moved.

But the next moment, Bai Weiran checked the time and spoke coldly with a mouth that was 37 degrees open.

"Okay, let's start reading!"

Time waits for no one, good years don't come again, don't waste them.

He didn't leave either. Like a tutor, he sat quietly beside her, reading with her.

"This one is interesting, don't rush to turn the page."

Just as Qin Ning was about to turn the page, Bai Weiran stopped her. Qin Ning looked at the page and was somewhat puzzled.

There are three kinds of beneficial friends: those who are upright, those who are forgiving, and those who are knowledgeable.

It's a very simple sentence, and the annotations are all written, so you can understand its meaning at a glance.

It's as plain as it gets.

"I can understand it," Qin Ning argued earnestly, feeling that Bai Weiran was insulting her intelligence.

"Understanding something and truly comprehending it are the same thing," Bai Weiran shrugged.

“If you understand it and can get points on the exam, but you can’t apply it in your daily life, can’t remember it, or can’t live with it, then you haven’t truly understood it. What you understand will become part of your basic mental model. Whether you want to use it or not, it’s there and will naturally be applied to your life habits.”

Qin Ning was very dissatisfied.

"Then what makes you think I'm useless!?"

"I have all kinds of friends: upright friends, honest friends, and knowledgeable friends."

Bai Weiran had long anticipated that Qin Ning would have this kind of personality. Once the obsession was removed, her personality was more like that of a spoiled child, who was pampered but also under the high-pressure control of her elders at home.

On the surface, she appears stubborn and domineering, but underneath, she is insecure, cowardly, and lacking in self-confidence.

Before starting the mission, he carefully studied the personal profiles of these yandere girls—after all, Bai Weiran was overly cautious.

He discovered that the formation of many yandere personalities is closely related to their original family background, and the man they fell in love with was just the fuse that ultimately ignited these personalities.

This situation reminded him of a very old joke.

A fool was traveling. During his journey, he got very hungry and came to a restaurant.

He ordered a lot of food and ate it all, but he was still hungry.

So the boss thought for a moment, took out a piece of bread and gave it to the fool to eat. After the fool finished eating it, he immediately felt full.

The fool said, "Oh, if I had known that one pancake would be enough to fill me up, I shouldn't have eaten any other meals. I should have just eaten this pancake."

The restaurant owner immediately recognized him as a fool and told him: Yes, this is a magic cookie.

The fool bought other cookies for dozens of times the original price of the meals and cookies, convinced that they were the best food in the world, and set off with them.

Qin Ning's father was a powerful man who managed a large business group, and her mother was also a strong-willed woman. From a young age, they inadvertently instilled a sense of anxiety in Qin Ning.

If you listen to me, all problems can be solved.