As he wrote this, a cold smile curled the corner of Qin Feng's mouth.
Ning Rongrong was still at Blue Tyrant Academy. Since he had encountered her on this timeline, he couldn't let her suffer the same fate again.
[Once I have invincible strength, I'll wipe out that bunch of incompetent fools from Shrek for good, and take Ning Rongrong away so I can straighten her out!]
[With this captain personally training her, I'm sure Ning Rongrong will get rid of those bad habits and become even more perfect!]
After he finished that passage, the diary flickered faintly.
Elsewhere, in Ning Rongrong's dormitory.
The black diary still lay open on the bed.
Ning Rongrong had still been feeling sick at the thought of "marrying Oscar someday," but when she saw the new entry, her expression gradually froze.
Her large eyes, which had been filled with anger, now brimmed with a thin sheen of tears.
"So... you think I was treated unfairly back then, too?"
Ning Rongrong sniffled, a warm feeling welling up inside her.
Back in Suotuo City, Flender had humiliated her in front of everyone, Dai Mubai had threatened to beat her to death, and even Tang San had looked at her with those cold eyes.
Back then, she had felt utterly helpless, as though the whole world had abandoned her.
Although she had eventually managed to fit into their circle, that feeling of estrangement had never gone away.
She never expected that the person who understood her best would be Qin Feng—the very man who had just called her flat-chested in his diary.
"Qin Feng..."
Ning Rongrong gently ran her fingers over the words on the page.
"Your mouth may be a little sharp, and you may be a little rough, but... you're a good person."
At least he was on her side.
Compared with Oscar, who could only sell sausages, and that hypocritical Tang San, Qin Feng's blunt, domineering nature actually made her feel safer.
If she really did marry a man like that, as her father had suggested—someone considerate, powerful, and understanding of her—it seemed... like it might not be such a bad choice?
Ning Rongrong's cheeks warmed, and most of her earlier resistance melted away.
Her gaze fell on the words "train her."
"Train me?"
Ning Rongrong tilted her head, feeling puzzled—and strangely expectant.
Those two words sounded a little odd, not quite proper, but why did they make her feel all itchy inside when Qin Feng wrote them?
"Hmph. I'll just have to see how you plan to train me."
That rebellious streak of hers had surfaced again.
At the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, she had been a well-behaved young lady. At Shrek, she had been a stone worn smooth at the edges. But in front of Qin Feng, she suddenly wanted to be that unruly Little Witch again.
At the highest point of Pope Palace.
Bibi Dong sat on the papal throne, holding a copy of the diary in her hands as well.
When she read Qin Feng's assessment of Shrek, the corner of the Pope's mouth curled into a chilly smile.
"A rabble of worthless fools. They really do deserve to die."
Her slender fingers tapped lightly against the armrest, producing a crisp sound.
"They dare call themselves monsters? In front of Spirit Hall, they're nothing."
"Since Qin Feng said he would wipe out Shrek, then there's no need for those people to exist."
A murderous glint flashed through Bibi Dong's eyes.
She hadn't paid those children much attention before, but the diary said they would cause Spirit Hall serious trouble in the future—and even mentioned that Yu Xiaogang...
Then she would make sure to torture them thoroughly.
Qin Feng had no idea his words were changing the balance of power in the outside world.
He moved to a new line in the diary and continued writing.
This time, he turned his attention to that rabbit.
[As for Xiao Wu!]
[She really is adorable, with bright, lively eyes and a cute, mischievous air about her. Those legs are every bit as good as Ning Rongrong's, too.]
[Unfortunately, everyone has been fooled by her human appearance.]
[She isn't human at all. She's a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast—a Soft Bone Rabbit in human form!]
His pen paused as the image of a girl in pink came to mind.
[She was a perfectly good hundred-thousand-year-old Rogue Rabbit, but in the end, she sacrificed herself for Tang San, lost all that liveliness, and became a soulless accessory. What a pity!]
[That Little Scumbag really knows how to play his cards. He probably saw through Xiao Wu's identity from the very beginning and had his eye on her all along!]
[After all, a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring and Soul Bone are treasures even Titled Douluo dream of.]
[After a whole series of so-called heartfelt schemes, he made Xiao Wu devoted to him. In the end, she willingly sacrificed herself, giving up her life and Spirit Ring! And eventually, she even became the sheath for the Asura God's sword.]
[Put simply, she became a stepping stone on Tang San's path to godhood—a tool he threw away as soon as he was done with her.]
[That so-called deep bond between siblings was nothing but a cross-species scam to fatten a pig before slaughter.]
In a wooden cabin deep in the forest at Blue Tyrant Academy.
Xiao Wu sat staring blankly out the window, holding a black booklet that had appeared in her hands at some point.
When she saw the words "Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, Soft Bone Rabbit in human form," she froze as if struck by lightning.
The diary nearly slipped from her hands.
"H-How does he know?!"
Xiao Wu's eyes widened, her pink pupils contracting sharply.
Other than Da Ming and Er Ming, who were already dead, no one in the human world knew this secret.
How could Qin Feng possibly know?!
"Has my identity been exposed all along?"
A terror unlike anything she had ever felt engulfed her in an instant.
If her identity had been exposed, wasn't she now just a lamb waiting to be slaughtered?
Xiao Wu's hands trembled. She forced down the urge to run and kept reading.
But what came next left her even more uncertain—and sent chills through her entire body.
"Sacrifice... myself for Brother San?"
"The Asura God's sword sheath?"
Xiao Wu sprang to her feet, her chest heaving.
"Impossible! That can't be true!"
"Brother San loves me so much. He'd give up his life for me. How could he have had his eye on me from the very beginning?"
"What scam? What schemes? Qin Feng must be trying to drive a wedge between us!"
She wanted to tear the diary apart. She wanted to shout back at it.
But the voice inside her grew fainter and fainter.
If the diary was fake, how could Qin Feng know she was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?
That kind of top-secret information wasn't something anyone could simply guess.
If the first part was true, then what about the rest?
"Seeing the future..."
Xiao Wu slumped into the chair, her face as pale as paper.
If Qin Feng really could foresee the future, did that mean all this was a fate yet to come?
Was Brother San's kindness to her really all for her Spirit Ring and Soul Bone?
Were all those vows and all that protection just for the moment when she finally sacrificed herself?
"No... I don't believe Brother San is that kind of person..."
Xiao Wu wrapped her arms around her knees and buried her head deep in the crook of her arms, her body trembling uncontrollably.