Writing a Diary in Douluo, Bibi Dong Went Crazy

It would also make their position clear: your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's second young master came to our Great Soul Arena to amuse himself of his own accord.

Although he had been injured several times, our Great Soul Arena had already done its utmost to treat his injuries.

If your clan's second young master suffered any serious injuries later, ended up at death's door, or even lost his life as a result, that would have nothing to do with our Great Soul Arena.

Our Great Soul Arena had already done everything kindness and duty demanded. Powerful as your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan might be, don't think you can splash dirty water over our Great Soul Arena.

With that in mind, the Great Soul Arena's manager said nothing more. He simply turned and left, preparing to send someone to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan...

Watching the Great Soul Arena's manager leave without another word, the anger in Yu Xiaogang's eyes slowly subsided, replaced by a sinister look.

Damn it, what exactly was the Great Soul Arena playing at? They kept dreaming up ways to drive me out of the arena and away from Suotuo City.

He even suspected that the detestable man who had been coveting Miss Dong'er all along was behind this. Perhaps that fellow had struck a deal with the Great Soul Arena, paying them to make him leave as soon as possible so Miss Dong'er would have no choice but to fall for him.

The more Yu Xiaogang thought about it, the more certain he became of his guess. "Hmph..." He sneered. That fellow had certainly schemed well. He was stopping at nothing to drive me away from Miss Dong'er.

But that fellow had never imagined just how influential our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was. Even the wealthy, powerful Great Soul Arena wouldn't dare underestimate our clan.

As long as I, Yu Xiaogang, refused to leave the Great Soul Arena voluntarily, what did it matter if that fellow tempted the arena with benefits to drive me away?

As long as our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan existed, as long as I remained its disciple, no one would dare force me to do anything against my will!!!

Yu Xiaogang suddenly came to his senses. He still knew absolutely nothing about the name, background, or strength of that man he had found utterly detestable at first sight.

As the saying went, know yourself and your enemy, and you could fight a hundred battles without defeat. Yet he did not know a single thing about his romantic rival's background. He wondered whether that sneaky bastard who had ambushed him had knocked his brains loose.

Otherwise, surely finding out his rival's background should have been his first priority. Without getting to the bottom of it, how could he win Miss Dong'er away from the other man?

He also needed to find ways to thoroughly investigate Miss Dong'er's interests, hobbies, and dislikes. Otherwise, how could he prescribe the right remedy and win her heart?

At that thought, the sinister look in Yu Xiaogang's eyes vanished completely. He now had a rough plan for pursuing Bibi Dong, and with that plan, he felt brimming with confidence.

Zhao Ling naturally knew nothing about any of this. After watching Bibi Dong's arena match that afternoon, he stood up with Ah Yin in his arms and addressed the Spirit Hall group.

"Come on, let's eat. Dinner's on me tonight."

Hearing that Zhao Ling was treating them again, the outstanding young talents from Spirit Hall cheered and crowded around him. With Zhao Ling treating them every few days, they had grown increasingly familiar with both him and Ah Yin.

"If Boss Zhao's treating, how could we possibly refuse?"

"Boss Zhao is mighty! Boss Zhao is generous! Boss Zhao, you're my own dear brother..."

"A powerful backer! I'm clinging tight to Boss Zhao's leg! Boss Zhao, here I come!"

The corners of Chrysanthemum Douluo's mouth twitched violently. He walked slowly over to Zhao Ling before speaking.

"Brother Zhao, surely this isn't right? We can't keep making you foot the bill. Even if you've earned quite a lot lately, this is no way to spend it, is it?"

After walking down from the arena platform, Bibi Dong chimed in as well.

"Exactly, Brother Zhao. Earning all that money is a testament to your ability, but we can't eat and drink at your expense every day..."

Before Bibi Dong could finish, Zhao Ling waved a hand dismissively.

"It's fine, it's fine. Money's a bastard-when it's gone, you can earn more. I started with only 300 Gold Soul Coins. Wasn't it betting on Miss Dong'er to win every time that made me nearly three hundred thousand?

"Miss Dong'er helped me rake in three hundred thousand. She's my lucky star. What's wrong with spending a little more to treat you all to dinner? Who would dare complain?"

Ah Yin nodded repeatedly in agreement. "Sister Dong'er, Brother Ling is right. If you hadn't kept coming through and helping Brother Ling win so much money time after time, we'd have struggled to treat you even if we wanted to."

Her tone was very gentle, but she kept her head nestled against Zhao Ling's chest and placed particular emphasis on "we." To Bibi Dong, she was staking her claim...

Chapter 46: You Think You Can Ignore My Orders Now?

I... Bibi Dong felt like tearing her hair out. These past few days, that woman called Ah Yin had kept deliberately acting very close to Zhao Ling in front of her, and they were only growing more intimate.

The woman knew perfectly well that Bibi Dong had companions from Spirit Hall at her side, leaving her wary and afraid to go over and snatch him away. It was utterly infuriating.

Right now, Bibi Dong really wanted to throw caution to the wind, go over and tear into her, then forcefully pull Zhao Ling to her own side. Unfortunately, she could not get too worked up.

She took several deep breaths to calm her restless heart. Only then did she ignore Ah Yin's claim-staking and smile at Zhao Ling.

"Brother Zhao, as the saying goes, it's discourteous not to reciprocate. We of Spirit Hall aren't people who only take benefits without giving anything back. Since you've treated us these past few days, it's naturally our turn to treat you now.

"Brother Zhao, I hope you'll do Dong'er this courtesy. If you won't even grant us this much, I'm afraid we won't have the face to remain your friends."

Yue Guan immediately voiced his agreement with Bibi Dong. "Exactly, Brother Zhao. The young lady is right. Spirit Hall has extensive holdings and resources. Whatever the case, we can't be people who only take advantage without giving anything back.

"Let Spirit Hall treat the two of you tonight. Only with give and take can our friendship endure..."

The other young talents from Spirit Hall nodded repeatedly, wholeheartedly agreeing with Bibi Dong and Yue Guan. Zhao Ling considered it briefly, then nodded.

His reason for treating the Spirit Hall group in the first place had been to bring them closer together, especially himself and Bibi Dong. As for who treated whom, he did not really dwell on that.

Especially when an organization as wealthy and powerful as Spirit Hall wanted to treat him, he would not feel the slightest burden. He would even love to mooch meals off Spirit Hall for the rest of his life.

If Bibi Dong became Supreme Pontiff in the future and he managed to hook up with her, wouldn't that make him the number-one kept man in all of Douluo? Just thinking about it made Zhao Ling's eyes narrow into smiling slits.

Of course, Zhao Ling could not display that so openly. He hesitated for a long while before finally nodding under Bibi Dong's expectant gaze.

"All right, then Spirit Hall can treat us today. I'll treat you again tomorrow..."

Once Zhao Ling agreed, everyone left the Great Soul Arena in high spirits and headed to the restaurant where they had frequently eaten together lately.

Among the Spirit Hall group, a young man named Qian Hu hurriedly wiped the two seats of honor at a table with his sleeve, then smiled respectfully at Zhao Ling and Ah Yin.

"Boss Zhao, Sister-in-law, please sit. I've wiped them clean for you."

Zhao Ling and Ah Yin did not stand on ceremony. They sat straight down in the two seats of honor without the slightest fuss.

Ah Yin, in particular, seemed thoroughly accustomed to being called "Sister-in-law."

It could not be helped. After eating and drinking together lately, Zhao Ling and Ah Yin had grown increasingly close to the Spirit Hall group.

The people from Spirit Hall would call Ah Yin "Sister-in-law" from time to time. Especially after seeing her and Zhao Ling flaunting their affection in public today, they had essentially all taken it for granted that the two were lovers.

At first, Zhao Ling had told those young men from Spirit Hall to stop calling her that without even thinking. After all, however much he lusted after Ah Yin, they had only known each other for half a month.

Those fellows from Spirit Hall kept addressing Ah Yin as "Sister-in-law." What if they angered her and she ran off in a fury?

He had finally managed to coax her along with him. If she ran away, wouldn't he cry himself unconscious in the bathroom?

Yet he discovered, to his astonishment, that when the Spirit Hall people called Ah Yin "Sister-in-law," she was not angry in the slightest. Instead, she answered them with a smile, and a hint of smugness occasionally flashed through her beautiful eyes when she glanced at Bibi Dong.

Seeing Ah Yin tacitly accept the title of "Sister-in-law," Zhao Ling was naturally delighted. Her accepting it so calmly meant he was not far from leaving his single life behind.

It had not been easy. A thirty-one-year-old bachelor like him finally had hope of finding a partner. It would have been a miracle if he weren't happy.

Of course, the person most displeased by Ah Yin's cheerful acceptance of "Sister-in-law" was Bibi Dong.

Those who had previously called Ah Yin "Sister-in-law" had all been targeted by Bibi Dong to some degree lately.

Just now, Qian Hu had barely finished wiping Zhao Ling and Ah Yin's seats and calling her "Sister-in-law."

Bibi Dong's murderous gaze had already swept toward him. That piercing look made Qian Hu shudder for no apparent reason, and he instinctively looked back at Bibi Dong behind him.

But by the time his gaze found her, Bibi Dong's face was already wreathed in smiles. There was no trace of that murderous look, leaving him wondering whether he had imagined it.

Bibi Dong truly was a skilled actress. She withdrew her look of wanting to knife Qian Hu so quickly that even Yue Guan failed to catch it in time.

She strode to the seat on Zhao Ling's right and instructed Qian Hu, "Wipe this chair for me..."

Qian Hu froze, failing to react for a long moment. Then Bibi Dong's smile instantly vanished, her eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of hostility entered her voice.

"What, you think you can ignore my orders now?"

How could Qian Hu dare contradict Bibi Dong? He hurriedly wiped the chair over and over with his sleeve before bowing and nodding obsequiously.

"Y-young lady, please sit..."

Only then did Bibi Dong sit down on Zhao Ling's right. She also cast an almost imperceptible glance at Ah Yin, seemingly answering her provocation.

Zhao Ling looked at Ah Yin sitting on his left and Bibi Dong on his right. Inwardly, he was secretly thrilled.

[Damn, I can understand Ah Yin wanting to sit beside me. After all, our relationship is already approaching more than friends, not quite lovers.]

[But why is Bibi Dong sitting right next to me too? That really has me stumped.]

[As a normal man, seeing beautiful women makes me want one in each arm. After all, they're both absolutely first-rate beauties.]

[Still, I know I can't do that. After all, in the eyes of these Spirit Hall people, I'm a Titled Douluo, one of the strongest people on this continent.]

[How could I act so utterly, utterly unhinged in front of them? I need to stay composed. I need to maintain my image as an expert.]

[I must keep my eyes straight ahead. I must remain unmoved even with a woman in my lap. I must show them that I'm an upright gentleman. Even if it's an act, I have to play the part.]

[Hmm... I may understand that, but...]

[Ah, long and winding is the road ahead; above and below, I shall seek. The road to winning Ah Yin and Bibi Dong is arduous and long.]

[Keep at it, Zhao Ling. You have to believe you can win them over. You have to believe you're the fattest!!!]

Chapter 47: Something Seriously Wrong with His Head

After finishing his diary rant, Zhao Ling hurriedly clicked to upload it. A line of text appeared on the system panel before him.

[Diary uploaded successfully. Rating: C. Reward obtained: +1,000 years to the age of all your Soul Bones.]

The reward seemed fairly good on the surface, but for now, it had not brought any of his Soul Bones to the point of advancing to a higher grade. Oh well, something was better than nothing.

Zhao Ling pursed his lips and called out to a waiter out of habit.

"Hey, waiter, could you please bring us the menu so we can order? Thank you."

As soon as he called out, Zhao Ling scratched his head in embarrassment. He had been treating the Spirit Hall group to meals lately, but now they were treating him and Ah Yin.

As the saying went, guests should follow the host's arrangements. What he had just done seemed a little like a guest stealing the host's place.

However, since everyone had become fairly familiar with one another, no one objected. They all took their seats around the round table, while Yue Guan went to tell the owner what drinks to serve everyone.

Bibi Dong and Ah Yin simultaneously saw the golden exclamation marks on the covers of their respective copies of Zhao Ling's Diary Copy appear before them, and knew the diary had been updated again.

Without either having to say a word, both women began reading their own exclusive Zhao Ling's Diary Copy.

In any case, only they themselves could see and hear the contents of their personal diary copies. There was no need to worry about secrets leaking, so what the hell was there to fear?

After finishing the contents of their respective copies of Zhao Ling's diary, both women were somewhat speechless at him. They exchanged a glance and read the meaning in each other's eyes.

Oh, please. What kind of lofty expert are you still trying to play in front of us? This diary has already sold you out so thoroughly that you barely have a secret left. You ruined your expert persona long ago.

Only now do you know to reflect on yourself and try to maintain your image? Isn't it a little too late?

Besides, this diary hasn't just sold your secrets to the two of us. It has also revealed them to that woman called Liu Erlong. More women might learn your true nature in the future.

So stop pretending. Wouldn't it be better to be genuine? We don't know whether other women would mind, but the two of us don't. We've gotten used to it, anyway...

At the same time, Liu Erlong, who was eating dinner alone at home, saw the golden exclamation mark on Zhao Ling's Diary Copy before her and knew the diary had been updated as well.

She leisurely opened the diary copy with her mind, and that magnetic voice, which had already grown somewhat familiar, sounded beside her ears.

Just the first few brief lines soured Liu Erlong's previously lovely mood.

Those two women called Ah Yin and Bibi Dong had actually both been rated by this Zhao fellow as the two finest beauties on the Douluo Continent at present?

How many women had this fellow even met on the Douluo Continent? How dare he make such shamelessly boastful judgments?

I, Liu Erlong, am clearly very beautiful too, all right? It's no exaggeration. At the advanced Soul Master Academy I currently attend, I'm the undisputed campus beauty. Plenty of boys want to pursue me, okay?

I-it's just... my temper is a tiny bit fiery, and I lose control just a tiny bit easily.

Those boys fall as silent as winter cicadas when they see me. They have no taste and even less courage. Not one of them is a man.

Liu Erlong snorted in displeasure and continued reading along with the voice sounding beside her ears. Unconsciously, she pictured a man facing two beauties beside him, wanting to reach out and embrace them but not daring to make a move, looking utterly sleazy.

He was clearly drooling over the two women beside him, yet he kept wanting to maintain his dignity as a "Titled Douluo," simply because he did not want those two women to mistake him for a creep.

Liu Erlong was nearly speechless as she read. She kept feeling that this fellow called Zhao Ling probably had something seriously wrong with his head.

He had clearly written the diary himself and even given the three of them Zhao Ling's Diary Copy to read, letting all three see every little thought of his as clear as day.

Yet now he was saying that he did not want to reveal his true nature in front of Ah Yin and Bibi Dong. Wasn't that self-contradictory?

Heh, this fellow called Zhao Ling really is interesting. Does he enjoy this sort of thing?

Huh? Liu Erlong suddenly felt that something was a little off. This man called Zhao Ling had clearly said he was a Titled Douluo.

Yet he could send this illusory Zhao Ling's Diary Copy before her, letting her see and hear its contents while also blocking her father's sight and hearing.

Liu Erlong felt that no Titled Douluo should be capable of such a bizarre ability.