Writing a Diary in Douluo: Bibi Dong Went Crazy

He gazed infatuatedly at Bibi Dong's breathtakingly beautiful face and eagerly scurried toward her. His besotted appearance was utterly disgusting.

Bibi Dong had never expected Yu Xiaogang, whom she had thrashed yesterday, to drag his injured body to the Great Soul Arena specifically to lie in wait for her. Had he already discovered that she was the one who had beaten him? Had he come to demand an explanation?

Chapter 23: How to Win the Beauty

Bibi Dong was about to speak, but Yu Xiaogang seized the initiative.

"I'm sorry, miss. I lost the silk handkerchief you gave me yesterday. I've let you down. It's all because some villain was jealous that I received your gift. He knocked me unconscious and stole it."

"..." Bibi Dong was instantly speechless. She eyed Yu Xiaogang suspiciously, unsure whether he was genuinely stupid or merely playing dumb.

She had been the one who had beaten him yesterday, taking back the handkerchief and throwing it away while she was at it. Yet he actually thought some intensely jealous villain had done all that. She could die laughing.

The other outstanding talents from Spirit Hall watched Yu Xiaogang as though he were an idiot, not even knowing where to begin mocking him.

When had their young lady given him a handkerchief yesterday? He had plainly picked up the handkerchief she had thrown on the ground and sniffed it over and over like some lovesick creep. It could hardly have been more disgusting.

Unable to stomach it, their young lady had rewarded him with a thorough beating. Yet that had failed to knock any sense into him. He was still fantasizing that she had given him the handkerchief, without a shred of self-awareness.

They had every reason to suspect that their young lady might suddenly strike again and knock him unconscious once more.

However, Bibi Dong did not knock Yu Xiaogang unconscious again as they expected. After figuring out what was going through his mind, she revealed a smile as soothing as a spring breeze.

"You jest, sir. Since I gave that handkerchief to you, it no longer has anything to do with me. If someone took it, you needn't apologize to me."

Her enchanting smile made Yu Xiaogang feel weak all over. Beautiful, so very beautiful. He felt he had truly fallen in love.

He was even fantasizing about what to name their future children.

What a beautiful, kindhearted woman. Yu Xiaogang could not help marveling inwardly, his gaze growing even more infatuated as he looked at Bibi Dong.

But he failed to notice the flash of disgust in her beautiful eyes. There really was something wrong with him. How had a handkerchief she had thrown away become her gift to him simply because he picked it up?

If she really wanted to give someone a handkerchief, would this loser ever get a turn? Leaving everything else aside, wasn't Zhao Ling more handsome and distinguished than him?

Besides, Zhao Ling looked only around thirty, yet he was already a Titled Douluo.

Someone with that sort of talent was a suitable match for her, Bibi Dong. Who did this loser called Yu Xiaogang think he was, eagerly scurrying over to strike up a conversation with her?

She had already made a secret decision. Tonight, she would find somewhere deserted, blindfold him, string him up, and whip him to teach him what she was capable of.

After Bibi Dong, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and the others bought tickets and entered the Great Soul Arena, Yu Xiaogang shamelessly followed behind them. His fawning was beyond compare, and Bibi Dong could not even be bothered to acknowledge him.

Yet he seemed completely oblivious and began introducing some of the stronger contenders in the Great Soul Arena to the Spirit Hall group.

Yu Xiaogang had been in Suotuo City for over a week already, and he knew many of the Great Soul Arena's contestants as intimately as his own family treasures.

By taking the initiative to tell the Spirit Hall group about the stronger contestants, he could save them considerable time learning about their opponents.

But as Chrysanthemum Douluo watched Yu Xiaogang constantly currying favor with Bibi Dong, his brows involuntarily furrowed.

He already knew that Yu Xiaogang was the second son of Yu Yuanzhen, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's patriarch. Given the less-than-friendly relationship between Spirit Hall and the Upper Three Sects, he naturally did not want Bibi Dong getting too close to Yu Xiaogang.

If His Holiness the Pope's most cherished disciple were lured away by someone from the Upper Three Sects, right under his nose at that, Chrysanthemum Douluo could not help wondering how His Holiness would punish him.

At that thought, Chrysanthemum Douluo hurriedly leaned toward Bibi Dong's ear and reminded her, "Miss, this man is a direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, which has an extremely tense relationship with our hall. I hope you won't get too close to him."

The corners of Bibi Dong's lips lifted slightly, and she replied softly in an even tone.

"Don't worry, Elder Ju. I know how to handle this. Is he even worthy of getting that close to me? If he weren't somewhat useful, I'd have had you throw him out long ago."

Their whispers were so quiet that Yu Xiaogang heard none of their exchange. All he could think about now was how to build a good relationship with these people and win the beauty.

The Spirit Hall party toured the various fighting platforms. Upon reaching the ninth, they encountered Zhao Ling and Ah Yin, and Bibi Dong took the initiative to greet them with gentle grace.

After all, they had eaten dinner and drunk together last night, and were staying at the same hotel. Moreover, that man named Zhao Ling was a powerful Titled Douluo whom even Elder Ju admitted he could not match.

Thus, in the eyes of the Spirit Hall group, Zhao Ling was powerful and mysterious. Compared with Yu Xiaogang, who could only flap his lips, he was clearly far more welcome.

Ah Yin glanced at Bibi Dong with her beautiful eyes. Seeing that her carefully applied makeup had made her even prettier than yesterday, she pursed her lips in displeasure.

Sure enough, it was all Zhao Ling's fault for making those thoughtless complaints in his diary. Couldn't he give her a chance to outshine Bibi Dong?

Bibi Dong also sensed Ah Yin's displeasure, and her lips curved slightly. This woman named Ah Yin wanted to surpass her in beauty? Not a chance. She was the most beautiful woman in Zhao Ling's heart. How pleased she was...

Naturally, Zhao Ling knew nothing of the two women's secret rivalry. He glanced at Yu Xiaogang, feeling somewhat puzzled.

After being thrashed by Bibi Dong yesterday, how could this fellow still enter the Great Soul Arena alongside the Spirit Hall group so calmly?

Was he a born glutton for punishment, not even getting angry after such a beating? Zhao Ling had to admit that he could not match that level of endurance.

"Miss Dong'er, you're truly beautiful today. Simply breathtaking." Looking at Bibi Dong's exquisite features, Zhao Ling did not stint on his praise.

Bibi Dong's heart instantly blossomed with delight. Her smiling eyes flicked toward Ah Yin as though showing off, making Ah Yin puff out her cheeks and glare angrily at Zhao Ling's back.

What's wrong with Zhao Ling? Praising another woman's beauty right in front of me! Even if there's nothing between us yet...

Still, couldn't you show a little restraint? I'm standing right beside you!

Nearby, Yu Xiaogang saw Zhao Ling talking to Bibi Dong, and an indescribable hostility instantly surged within him.

For some reason, he found this man utterly loathsome. He wanted nothing more than to stab him. Even he could not explain why he felt this way. Nothing like this had ever happened before. What was wrong with him today?

Chapter 24: Your Looks Are More to My Taste

Sensing Yu Xiaogang's hostile gaze, Zhao Ling's lips curved slightly. This fool was clearly asking to be taught a lesson. As it happened, he could use him to test Damage Transfer.

He silently used the Damage Transfer skill on Yu Xiaogang, then raised his hand and slapped his own left cheek hard.

Smack...

A dull yet resounding slap suddenly rang out through the bustling spectator area. Everyone turned toward the sound, giving Zhao Ling strange looks.

What was wrong with him? Why had he suddenly slapped himself so hard out of nowhere? Didn't his face hurt?

Ah Yin hurried forward and grabbed Zhao Ling's hand, afraid he might suddenly slap himself again. Even she had never expected him to slap himself out of the blue, much less so forcefully.

Bibi Dong also looked horrified. What madness had possessed Zhao Ling? Why strike himself so ruthlessly? Wasn't he afraid of pain?

Just as she was puzzling over it, Yu Xiaogang, who stood with the Spirit Hall group, suddenly felt as though something had struck his face hard. Then came a burning pain that made him bare his teeth and grimace.

His entire head swam, and he lost his balance. He staggered and fell to the ground, spitting out five or six blood-covered teeth.

His mind was completely dazed. What was going on? What had happened to him? Why did his face suddenly hurt so much? Five or six of his teeth had fallen out. Could anyone tell him what had happened?

Yu Xiaogang's miserable state soon drew the others' attention. They looked first at Zhao Ling, who had slapped himself, then at Yu Xiaogang sprawled on the ground. Something felt strange.

In particular, it seemed as though Yu Xiaogang was putting on an act. That man had slapped himself, not him, so what was he doing collapsing to the ground? Was he that desperate to extort someone? Did he really think every spectator here had faulty eyes?

"H-how are you? Are you all right?" Ah Yin hurriedly asked in concern as she looked at Zhao Ling holding his left cheek.

Zhao Ling rubbed his left cheek and gave a guileless smile. "I'm fine. Completely fine. My face just felt a little itchy, so I slapped myself to stop the itch with pain."

Zhao Ling lowered the hand covering his left cheek. There was not even a red mark on his face, and he did not feel the slightest pain.

That was right, it truly did not hurt at all. Although he had not used particularly great force in that slap, it had certainly not been light either.

Normally, without Damage Transfer, that slap would definitely have left his left cheek burning. Yet now he felt absolutely nothing, as though the slap had never happened.

But the damage from that slap clearly existed. It had simply been transferred in full to Yu Xiaogang.

Not only had the slap knocked out five or six of Yu Xiaogang's teeth, but his left cheek had swollen enormously, looking like an inflammation after a wisdom tooth extraction.

Originally, Yu Xiaogang's ordinary looks had made him difficult to notice. Now, with one side of his face normal and the other swollen like a pig's head, he looked much more distinctive.

When a kindhearted person helped Yu Xiaogang up from the ground and saw the half of his face swollen like a pig's head, they could not help jumping in fright.

Good heavens, what was wrong with him? Never mind knocking out his teeth in a sudden fall, how had his face swollen into a pig's head too? Was he really that fragile?

He was a Soul Master somewhere in the teens, after all. Being so fragile, did he think he was foam that shattered at a touch?

Bibi Dong glanced at Zhao Ling's fair, handsome left cheek, then at Yu Xiaogang's left cheek, swollen like a pig's head. She immediately understood that Zhao Ling must be behind this, and now she just wanted to laugh.

She had never imagined that a dignified Titled Douluo like him would actually use such a strange secret art against that loser Yu Xiaogang.

Honestly, though, this secret art was pretty good. He had slapped himself in public and made Yu Xiaogang bear all the damage. Most importantly, no one could find anything to use against him. All she could say was, damn impressive.

In Yu Xiaogang's current state, he probably would not be able to keep pestering their Spirit Hall party.

So she beckoned one of their outstanding talents over, whispered a few instructions, then sent him to find the Great Soul Arena's staff and have them take Yu Xiaogang away.

Upon hearing that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's second young master had been injured again, the Great Soul Arena's manager felt countless alpacas stampeding through his mind. Was there something wrong with this fellow?

He had suffered such serious injuries only yesterday, and their arena's healing-type Soul Masters had healed him most of the way. Had that been easy?

Yet today he had run out to cause trouble again, tripping on level ground, swelling up his face, and losing five or six teeth. Why was he so determined to make trouble for himself?

Didn't he know he was still injured? Instead of resting properly in bed, he insisted on coming out and messing around. Wasn't he tired?

If he had not feared offending the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the Great Soul Arena's manager would truly have wanted to order someone to give him a beating.

Alas, there was nothing he could do. The Great Soul Arena's manager sighed deeply and had Yu Xiaogang taken away, then summoned another healing-type Soul Master to treat him. He felt as though he owed this fellow something. How depressing.

After seeing Yu Xiaogang taken away for treatment, Zhao Ling felt much happier. That idiot had shamelessly tried to get close to his Bibi Dong. He deserved to be beaten.

Most importantly, that fellow had actually dared to look at him with such hostility. Did he think Zhao Ling would indulge him? Impossible.

Just as Zhao Ling was feeling smug, Bibi Dong walked gracefully over and spoke softly to him.

"Nicely done. That fellow is so annoying. He was waiting for us at the Great Soul Arena first thing this morning, as though there were something wrong with him."

What? Was Bibi Dong serious? Zhao Ling felt rather dazed and tentatively asked, "Y-you find him annoying? You're sure it isn't attraction or affection?"

Hearing that, Bibi Dong chuckled and drawled lazily.

"Of course he's annoying. Are you joking? I'd like a loser like that? I'm not blind. There are plenty of men more handsome and capable than him. Why would I need to fancy him? Compared with him, your looks are more to my taste..."

With that, Bibi Dong laughed like tinkling silver bells and led the Spirit Hall group toward the VIP seats.

Starting today, their Spirit Hall party would be taking part in the arena matches. They needed to make proper preparations.

Although he knew that his transmigration into the Douluo World had caused a butterfly effect, and Bibi Dong had already become different from her original portrayal...

Hearing Bibi Dong say with his own ears that she hated Yu Xiaogang still blasted Zhao Ling's worldview to pieces...

Chapter 25: What Got into This Girl?

After turning it over and over without figuring out what could have caused such a massive butterfly effect on the Douluo Continent, Zhao Ling summoned the diary panel and began another round of complaints.

[Alas, I'm uncultured. One "holy shit" carries me through the world. Right now, "holy shit" is the only way to describe how I feel.]

[Bibi Dong actually said herself that she hates Yu Xiaogang. Crazy. I'm really going crazy. Did my transmigration really have that much of an impact?]

[Did something go wrong somewhere? I don't understand. I really don't understand.]

[Still, this is a good thing for me. Bibi Dong just said my looks are more to her taste than Yu Xiaogang's. Does that mean she's confessing to me?!!!]

[If Bibi Dong really is confessing to me, should I accept?]

[If I accept too quickly, will I seem too eager and not reserved enough?]

[Right, Ah Yin is still beside me. If I accept Bibi Dong in front of her, will she get jealous? Will she think I'm trying to sail two boats at once?]

[Uh... seems I'm getting ahead of myself. Ah Yin and I don't seem to have reached that stage yet. Right now, we're more like strangers traveling together.]

[But that's fine. There's plenty of time to win them over. As a mighty Titled Douluo, how could I lack confidence in myself?]

Once he finished complaining, Zhao Ling clicked to upload the diary. He soon received the system's rewards: looks +1 and overall physique +10%.

Another overall physique +10%. This system understood him. With a total of +20% overall physique now, that meant he had also improved by 20% in a certain respect.

For Zhao Ling, who coveted the beauties of the Douluo Continent, such considerate rewards were his favorites. The more overall physique bonuses, the better...

Zhao Ling grinned wickedly and summoned his personal attributes panel with a thought.

[Name: Zhao Ling

Age: 31

Looks: 88 (maximum 100)

Charm: ??? (no title yet)

Strength: Level 92 Titled Douluo (Power Attack System)

Martial Souls: Netherworld Demon-Suppressing Pagoda, Death God Demon Scythe

Soul Ring Configuration (First Martial Soul): purple, purple, purple, black, black, black, red, red, red

Soul Ring Configuration (Second Martial Soul): black

Soul Bones: Iron-Armed Demon Ape left arm bone, Qian Jun Ant Emperor right arm bone, Plate-Armored Rhinoceros torso bone, Great Strength Gorilla right leg bone, Qian Jun Ant Emperor left leg bone, Phantom Nightmare skull bone (missing an External Soul Bone)