"Who are you calling a pair of A-cups?!"
"This young lady is still growing! I'm still growing, okay?!"
Ning Rongrong angrily leaped out of bed and rushed to the full-length mirror, turning sideways to check herself.
Although... she really wasn't as buxom as Zhu Zhuqing, she was still petite and lovely. How could anyone say she was a pair of A-cups?
"Zhu Zhuqing's is a mutation! It's not normal!"
"Comparing me to her? Qin Feng, you big idiot! You're so shallow! You're just a low-level man who only knows how to look at breasts!"
Ning Rongrong clawed at the air in front of the mirror, wishing she could rush over and dig Qin Feng's eyes out right then and there.
Her smugness from moments ago vanished in an instant, leaving her filled with hurt and indignation.
She took several deep breaths, suppressed the urge to throw the book, and sat back down on the bed.
"Let's see what else you can spout!"
Her gaze returned to the Diary.
[Besides, she still has the temperament of a spoiled young lady. She'll need some serious discipline!]
Ning Rongrong sneered.
"Discipline? Why, you little—Qin Feng, you actually want to discipline me?"
"In the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, even Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa are too precious to raise their voices at me. Who do you think you are?"
Ning Rongrong might have been a little spoiled and willful, but that was because she'd been doted on. Since when was it an outsider's place to criticize her?
But what came next left her too stunned to get angry. In its place came a bone-deep chill.
[Although Ning Rongrong has a bit of a spoiled young lady's temperament, she isn't bad at heart. It's a pity she ends up hanging around with the people from Shrek and gets completely corrupted.]
[It's a real shame about Ning Rongrong!]
[As the saying goes, those who stay near vermilion become red, and those who stay near ink become black. In the end, Ning Rongrong becomes terribly cold and heartless, caring only about hating people. She doesn't even have the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect or people like Sword Douluo Ning Fengzhi in her eyes. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is destroyed by Spirit Hall, and Sword Douluo even loses an arm protecting the sect. But in the end, Ning Rongrong ascends to godhood and only cares about enjoying herself!]
Ning Rongrong's hand trembled, and the Diary almost fell to the floor.
"How could that be..."
She murmured to herself, the color draining from her face.
"Cold and heartless? I'll become like that?"
In her mind, she could be willful sometimes and lose her temper now and then, but the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was her home. Her father and her two grandfathers were the people she loved most in the world.
How could she stand by and do nothing while her sect was destroyed?
"Spirit Hall... destroys the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"
Ning Rongrong felt as if she couldn't breathe.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was one of the Upper Three Sects, richer than a kingdom, and guarded by two Titled Douluo. How could it be destroyed so easily?
And Sword Grandpa...
The Sword Douluo who had cradled her in his hands since she was little and let her ride on his shoulders.
The Sword Douluo hailed as the strongest attacker in the world.
He loses an arm protecting the sect?
Sword Douluo's kindly face rose in Ning Rongrong's mind. Just imagining him covered in blood, with a severed arm and mangled limbs, made her heart feel as though a giant hand had clamped down on it. The pain stole her breath.
"No... I don't believe it! This has to be fake! Qin Feng is making this up to scare me!"
Ning Rongrong shook her head frantically, her eyes instantly reddening.
"How could I ascend to godhood and only care about enjoying myself? I'm the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect! It's my responsibility to protect everyone!"
She wanted to close the Diary and stop reading those terrifying words, but each line seemed to have a spell on it, holding her gaze fast.
At the very bottom of the Diary, there was another passage.
[In the end, she marries Oscar. But in Oscar's eyes, Ning Rongrong doesn't matter nearly as much as Tang San and the others!]
Those words became the final straw that broke Ning Rongrong's mental defenses.
"Marry... Oscar?"
Ning Rongrong stared blankly.
That scruffy-faced uncle who spent all day reciting lewd Soul Mantras and selling Sausages?
That Oscar who had a little talent, but was a complete loser in her eyes?
"Ugh..."
Just imagining having to face that face every day in the future and listen to him recite those disgusting mantras made her stomach churn.
The person Ning Rongrong married didn't have to be a refined gentleman like her father, but he had to be a towering hero like Sword Grandpa.
At the very least, he had to be devastatingly handsome, right?
What was Oscar supposed to be?
Even worse, that lecherous uncle married her, yet still didn't put her first. Instead, he thought that hypocrite Tang San mattered more?
"This is my future?"
"The sect is destroyed, my loved ones die tragically, I become cold and heartless, and in the end I marry a lecherous uncle whose heart belongs to another man?"
Ning Rongrong suddenly flung the Diary onto the covers, curled up into a ball, and trembled.
This was absurd.
This was tragic.
If anyone else had shown her this, she would have torn their mouth to shreds on the spot.
But the Diary had appeared in such a strange way, and Qin Feng had shown such confidence in his ability to foresee the future. His strength was also terrifyingly beyond all reason...
Everything was telling her that this might not be a joke.
"No! I refuse to accept a future like this!"
Ning Rongrong suddenly raised her head, tears in her eyes.
"I'm Ning Rongrong of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect! I decide my own fate!"
"I won't marry that sausage seller! And I won't let Sword Grandpa lose an arm!"
Night deepened, and the shadows of the trees at Blue Tyrant Academy swayed in the wind.
Qin Feng sat at his desk, his pen scratching across the paper.
After writing about Ning Rongrong's ending, he had no intention of stopping.
He recalled all the things that had bothered him when he first read the original story, especially the mess inside Shrek Academy. He had to get it off his chest.
[Come to think of it, Ning Rongrong really is a pitiful person.]
[When she first entered Shrek, she couldn't stand the lousy conditions and so-called devilish training, so she complained a little. And what happened?]
[Not a single person at Shrek, from the teachers to the students, took her side.]
[That Flender took all that money from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, then turned around and wanted to punish a delicate support-type Soul Master by making her run laps? What was wrong with his head?]
Qin Feng's writing was sharp, every word striking to the heart.
[The girls at Shrek were just as bad. They all stuck together and didn't care about Ning Rongrong at all. They were outright ostracizing her.]
[This so-called Shrek Academy claims to accept only monsters, but really it's just a bunch of bullies who pick on the weak and cause trouble everywhere. It's nothing but a garbage academy!]
[They're always shouting, "If you don't dare to cause trouble, you're a nobody." But when they really cause trouble, don't they still rely on the forces behind them to clean up their mess? What a joke. A monster is a monster wherever it goes. Why does it have to be a monster in your lousy village?]
[They're nothing but clowns, just like that Yu Xiaogang. All they do is make themselves look good!]
[And then there's Tang San, the famous hypocrite. If someone offends him, they deserve to die; if he offends someone else, it's only right and proper.]