Mortal Kombat: Scumbag Men Stealing Away Yandere Girls

"Isn't Sister Guoguo going?"

"Uh... I... it's fine whether I go or not..." Guoguo wasn't very interested because she didn't like the game descriptions produced by Tianqing Studio. These days, there's no first place in literature but there's always a second in martial arts. She was a bit lazy about game projects she wasn't interested in and didn't want to sign up.

"I want to go, Sister Guoguo, then I'll go and sign up."

As soon as Qin Ning moved, dozens of eyes followed. Guo Guo now only regarded Qin Ning as a daughter. Seeing these flirtatious eyes, she immediately felt a surge of righteousness and took two steps to catch up with Qin Ning, following behind her and blocking most of the view for Qin Ning.

"Sigh... okay! I'll go too!"

If she doesn't go, Ah Chao will definitely stick to Bai Weiran, and then who will care about Qin Ning?

Could it be some scheming man sitting next to her on the bus?

What are you doing? What are you doing? The heroine Guo is upholding justice!

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"Why, why didn't it work again?!!"

Bai Weiran remained invisible, standing helplessly beside Zhen Jing, who was screaming hysterically in the room, clutching her head.

Alright, this C-rank girl has successfully completed sixty-six suicide attempts today, giving herself a 666 record.

Or should we lock her up too?

But Bai Weiran felt that locking her up wouldn't help, and she still wanted to commit suicide in the room. What should she do?

The reason why Qin Ning and Yu Mengmeng didn't commit suicide before was because they were still clinging to the scumbag men.

Their mentality was all the same: "If I die, those bad women will take over him."

They didn't want to die; initially, their desire to escape and survive was equally strong because of the scumbag boyfriend.

But Zhen Jing's scumbag boyfriend just disappeared on his own!!

Zhen Jing attempts suicide every day; locking her up will only lead to more suicides. How can someone like that study? What a load of rubbish!

Zhen Jing doesn't have the traits of a lazy otaku; she's a true literary girl who loves reading melodramatic youth literature.

Bai Weiran sighed and left the scene. After leaving the restroom, he did not immediately return to his workstation, but went to the balcony.

Looking into the distance, perhaps a new idea will emerge?

Looking up, I saw a white sky and blue clouds... oh, I meant a blue sky and white clouds.

Should we ask Guoguo again?

Let's see what good ideas she has.

But this is already the third niece, which is a bit outrageous.

How about we switch to my niece?

That's how it's done; my relatives are having more children than allowed every day.

Just as Bai Weiran turned his head, the silver-haired youth pushed open the balcony door, holding another bottle of sports drink.

Bai Weiran slowly typed out a question mark.

"...You guys have so much free time in R&D, you let me come upstairs to visit every day. Aren't you in a secret team doing all the work in seclusion?"

He sipped his drink and stood side by side with Wu Ji on the balcony, watching the white sky and blue clouds.

"Closed development" is an industry jargon, meaning a group of people are locked in one place to work hard and do things, ignoring everything else. In extreme cases, they might confiscate their phones and cut off all outside information. Bai Weiran's former company had a producer who loved to do this. Many team members lost their partners because of him and ended up crying and collapsing.

The producer was smug, lecturing everyone that work required sacrifice and severing emotional ties. Later, his own wife left him—karma struck him, and from then on, he reformed and stopped advocating for closed-loop development.

Wu Ji laughed, "If you're just trying to fool newbies, only newbies would actually believe it and develop it in a closed system."

This industry has everything, but the bosses and managers just keep making empty promises.

Bai Weiran gave an "oh" and suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

Wu Ji may not be as good as me in any one area, but he is very versatile and capable. Why don't we ask him?

So he began his classic opening line: "Wu Ji, it's like this, I have a niece..."

He recounted the story of Zhen Jing, the C-level girl.

Wu Ji revealed a strange expression, raised an eyebrow, and his narrow eyes had the air of a male lead in a fantasy drama.

"...A niece with delusions?" He pondered for a long time.

"I don't know if what I'm saying is right or wrong, but if it were me, I would make her delusions come true."

"...? How so?"

Wu Ji explained his thought process, and Bai Weiran clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Brilliant! Ahhh!"

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Zhen Jinggang pushed open the door with the rope she was preparing to hang herself, then froze, seeing a young man inside.

He sat in the chair, wearing a mask that was half-crying and half-laughing, which was hard to describe as either impressive or childish.

"Hello, I am your godfather, Wei Ran."

Bai Weiran had done his research beforehand; Zhen Jing's world also had a Cinderella story.

Zhen Jing was at a loss. The next second, the rope in her hand flew into Wei Ran's hand, and the door behind her slammed shut. The girl was startled and pressed her back against the door, desperately trying to turn the doorknob, which wouldn't budge.

"You want to die like this?" Bai Weiran's voice was calm and authoritative. To enhance his persuasiveness and increase psychological suggestion, he deliberately created a special effect for himself.

Zhen Jing was so frightened that her whole body stiffened, like a white mouse stuck to the wall, controlled by superhuman strength.

The person is right in front of me, so why does the voice sound like it's coming from all around me?

"I've been watching you."

“I was the one who stopped you from committing suicide these days.”

"I didn't expect you to be so dense, unable to figure out how your senior loves you."

Zhen Jing was immediately startled when she heard the word "senior".

"You...know the senior?"

"Yes, I also know that you were heartbroken because of your senior's death and wanted to follow him... Ridiculous!!!" Bai Weiran suddenly shouted. Zhen Jing felt the pressure of the sound waves coming from all directions. She was already weak and timid, and her legs went weak, and she knelt on the ground.

They had no will to resist.

Bai Weiran spoke in a serious tone, but he was also startled when he saw Zhen Jing kneel down with a thud.

There are yandere types who jump off buildings and use machetes to attack people, and there are also yandere types who are so weak that they have no one to rely on and only know how to commit suicide.

There are countless types of yandere; the world is full of wonders.

But it's easy to deal with her because she's so weak.

He continued to act arrogant.

"Do you understand? A person's death doesn't begin when their body dies, but when everyone forgets them. You committed suicide, and the world will have one less person who will remember your senior forever. Is that what you want to see? To see your senior gradually forgotten?"

Bai Weiran has also developed a bit of acting talent lately, and his lines have improved. He can make Zhen Jing so bewildered that she can only nod. Then she realizes that nodding is wrong, so she shakes her head in a panic, tears streaming down her face.

"No, I absolutely do not want to forget my senior. More than anyone else, I wish he would live forever!"

Bai Weiran suddenly stood up from the chair and raised his arms.

"Yes! That's it!"

I feel like I've never been so flamboyant in my life, like a charlatan or a swindler.

"The living have their own tasks, and your task is to ensure that the dead live on in people's hearts forever."

"You must make more people remember the senior's story, remember that the senior once came, remember how you watched everything about him from afar, and how you missed a beautiful romance that you could have had."

"The relationship seems to have never started, yet it also seems to have ended." Even Bai Weiran herself found this statement baffling.

Anyway, I just copied it off the cover slogan of a book about contemporary human suffering.

Zhen Jingxin's heart broke down, and she burst into tears, "What can I do, Godfather, sob sob, what can I do!?"

Bai Weiran didn't speak, but with a flick of his wrist, Zhen Jing floated up from the ground and sat down at the table. The pen slipped smoothly into her hand, and papers fluttered in front of her like snowflakes, stacked in layers like a magic trick, neat as a thick block of tofu.

"Write!" Bai Weiran said in a deep voice.

Zhen Jing was crying, completely bewildered.

"Write it down, write down your story, your story with your senior, write it all down! Then publish it, tell your story to everyone, and through your story, through your eyes, your senior will remain in people's hearts for a long time and will never be forgotten!"

Wu Ji only mentioned a concept, while Bai Weiran was responsible for the specific implementation of the decision to have Zhen Jing take action.

If a person keeps their emotions inside, there is no solution.

But once you express your intense emotions once, twice, three times, or a hundred times...

The emotion will be like chewing gum, fading with each chew.

Through creation, Zhen Jing's delusions are brought to life in a story, and then the story is told. The feedback from those who read the story can then connect Zhen Jing with the world.

Zhen Jing had just written three words, "Chapter One," when she paused and wiped away her tears.

"The Godfather of Gods"

"What...is it?"

"You're my godfather, so why can't you help me resurrect my senior?"

"........."

"........."

"Absurd! Human ethics and the boundary between life and death are predetermined; they are not child's play. How can life and death be determined by humans?!"

Zhen Jing shrank back in fright.

She didn't even realize that Bai Weiran's nonsense could be summed up in just four words.

I can't do it.

She lowered her head and wrote a few more words, then wiped away her tears and looked up again.

"The Godfather of Gods"

"What is it now?"

"...Can I type on a computer? Times have changed, I don't want to write by hand."