Writing a Diary in the Douluo World, Bibi Dong Went Crazy

On the platform, Yu Xiaogang's opponent was utterly speechless. Feeling thoroughly jinxed, he cursed inwardly, Fucking hell...

This was clearly his first match at the Great Soul Arena, yet the opponent who came up was a scrub who had not even reached level twenty.

The gap between their strengths was ridiculously wide. He could knock this fellow out of the ring without even trying.

But he felt the gap was so vast that even if he won, there would be no honor in it.

So he kept trying to persuade this fellow politely to leave the platform on his own, sparing himself a dishonorable victory.

Yet no matter how earnestly he reasoned with him, this opponent stubbornly refused to leave. He even said he wanted a fair fight and hoped he would not hold back.

Don't fucking hold back, my ass! With such a huge gap between us, what if I kill this guy by accident if I don't hold back?

More importantly, this was not a fight to the death. If he accidentally killed his opponent, he would not only lose his eligibility to compete but might also invite unnecessary trouble.

He felt as awful as if he had eaten shit. Seeing that Yu Xiaogang was still talking tough, he simply stopped holding back and launched a thunderous assault, determined to knock this fellow out of the ring.

Under his opponent's attacks once he truly got serious, Yu Xiaogang was quickly forced into a corner, then finally kicked off the platform. Only after kicking him down did his opponent start cursing.

"You haven't even reached level twenty. Is there a hole in your brain, coming up here? If you're sick, get treatment. Don't come into the ring looking to die."

Kicked off the platform and landing face-first like a dog eating shit, Yu Xiaogang struggled to stand. Covered in injuries, he looked utterly bedraggled, but his expression remained defiant.

"I won't give up. I'm not trash. I'll prove to my father and my clan that I'm not trash."

The spectators below, whose cheers for Yu Xiaogang had been rising one after another, saw that he had barely looked impressive for two minutes before being kicked out of the ring. Boos immediately filled the air.

"Tch, I thought something unexpected might happen. All that pretty talk, and the moment the other guy got a little serious, he still got tossed out."

"Trash is trash. No matter how much you refuse to admit it, that's a fact."

"Hurry up and get lost. Still hanging around so shamelessly-maybe you don't find yourself disgusting, but we do."

Listening to the spectators' mocking remarks, Yu Xiaogang clenched his teeth, his hands balled into fists, enduring their relentless ridicule. Why? Why did not a single person understand him...?

Chapter 13: Did He Think He Was the Protagonist?

Watching Yu Xiaogang struggle to suppress his anger, Zhao Ling felt utterly numb. He summoned the diary panel and began ranting furiously.

[Guys, who gets it? I'd only just arrived at the Great Soul Arena in Suotuo City when I ran into that dumbass Yu Xiaogang... I really never expected him to be this full of teenage delusions at this point.]

[A Soul Master below level twenty challenging a level thirty-one Soul Elder-how did he dare? Who gave him the courage? That Liang XX?]

[If his opponent hadn't kept holding back, this guy probably wouldn't have lasted three exchanges, right?]

[Now that he's been kicked off the platform, why doesn't he get lost? What's he doing standing there like an idiot, making a spectacle of himself and taking all that mockery from the audience? Does he think he's one of those protagonists?]

[No way, no way! Does this guy really think he's the protagonist? That after enduring all the peanut gallery's ridicule, he can roar, "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west-don't scorn a youth for being poor!" and then turn the tide and stomp all over everyone?]

[Please, you're not Tang San, nor are you Tang Hao or Tang Xiao. You don't have a protagonist's destiny. You're just the protagonist's teacher. What are you putting on that big, bushy-tailed wolf act for?]

[Tsk, tsk. Looks like society hasn't beaten him black and blue yet. He still hasn't recognized the fact that he's trash.]

[Should I do a good deed and help him understand the gap between himself and those geniuses, so he'll settle down and study theory?]

[Uh, forget it. That guy's too weak. I'm afraid I'd poke him to death with one finger. Better let him keep indulging his teenage delusions... Heh.]

After finishing his rant on the diary panel, Zhao Ling quickly clicked upload and received the system's reward: an eighty-thousand-year Head Soul Bone. The instant he obtained it, the Head Soul Bone was absorbed into his body.

After absorbing this eighty-thousand-year Head Soul Bone, Zhao Ling not only felt his spiritual sea grow much clearer, but his thinking also became a little sharper.

Perhaps because his level was relatively high, absorbing this Soul Bone did not raise his Soul Power Level by even one level. It only refined his Soul Power slightly.

This Head Soul Bone also gave him a Soul Skill called Illusory Domain. Judging by the name, Zhao Ling could guess that it was definitely related to illusions.

As for how effective those illusions were, Zhao Ling did not know. Still, as an innate Soul Skill of an eighty-thousand-year Soul Bone, it certainly could not be too bad.

However, Zhao Ling was somewhat dissatisfied with the system's reward. Since it was already giving him an eighty-thousand-year Soul Bone, why not add another twenty thousand years and simply give him a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone? How great would a hundred-thousand-year Head Soul Bone have been?

Listen to that. Just look at him. Was that something a human being should say? A snake whose greed drove it to swallow an elephant-that probably described precisely this sort of person.

While Zhao Ling was grumbling about the system's reward, Ah Yin beside him noticed that the diary had suddenly updated and hurriedly opened the illusory diary with her mind to read it.

She felt that since this "Zhao Ling's Diary Copy" was visible only to her anyway, there was no need to worry about Zhao Ling or anyone else seeing it, so she did not need to worry about giving herself away.

But this update had nothing to do with her. It was entirely a rant about that fellow named Yu Xiaogang who had just been kicked down. She pursed her lips and closed the "Diary Copy" with her mind.

After observing him over the past two days, she could now confirm one thing: Zhao Ling really could write his diary using spiritual power or his thoughts, without needing brush, ink, paper, or inkstone. What a miraculous ability...

At the same time, in the VIP section, Bibi Dong was still feeling disappointed over failing to find Zhao Ling when she suddenly noticed that the diary had updated.

She hurriedly opened the illusory diary with her mind, and its contents instantly made her beautiful eyes light up.

That fellow Zhao Ling was here. He had finally arrived, and he was surely somewhere around the platform now. Her beautiful eyes swept across the sea of bobbing heads again, but the dense crowd still made her vision blur.

There were people everywhere, and no one could tell who was who. Unless someone had particularly outstanding looks or a distinctive bearing that made them stand like a crane among chickens, they could indeed disappear into the crowd beyond recognition.

Bibi Dong pondered for a moment, then the corners of her mouth lifted. Right, wasn't there still that fellow Yu Xiaogang she could use?

At that thought, Bibi Dong rose directly from her seat with a silk handkerchief in hand and walked briskly toward Yu Xiaogang, who had only just climbed to his feet, looking bedraggled, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

The Spirit Hall members saw Bibi Dong heading toward Yu Xiaogang with a silk handkerchief, but found nothing particularly surprising about it.

After all, she had always been gentle and kind. Even if she saw injured kittens or puppies by the roadside, she would help treat them without hesitation, let alone an injured person.

But Bibi Dong walked very quickly, swiftly approaching the disheveled Yu Xiaogang. She used the silk handkerchief to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and asked him coolly,

"Are you... all right? Why push yourself so desperately?"

Her simple words instantly left Yu Xiaogang dazed. His eyes fixed on the stunning girl before him, and his little heart could not help beating faster.

He had never imagined that one day he would meet such a beautiful woman, especially when countless spectators were mocking him and treating him with disdain.

This girl felt like an angel descended from heaven, appearing before him when he was at his most helpless and lost, healing wounds that were already riddled with holes.

Seeing this, the surrounding spectators could not help casting looks of envy, jealousy, and resentment at Yu Xiaogang.

This-why did this embarrassing fellow deserve such treatment? None of the other losers knocked out of the ring had received anything like it.

Chrysanthemum Douluo's expression grew somewhat strange, his brows drawn tight, his thoughts unknown. The other Spirit Hall members, however, gazed at Bibi Dong with admiration.

She was indeed the girl they remembered, so pure and so kind, never sparing her gentleness even toward an injured stranger...

At that moment, Bibi Dong carefully sensed the unusual looks coming from every direction. She believed that, given how much Zhao Ling coveted her, he would never simply watch her become too involved with Yu Xiaogang.

Just as Bibi Dong had anticipated, her method of using Yu Xiaogang to attract Zhao Ling's attention was unquestionably effective.

As Zhao Ling watched the young woman in a purple dress, with her incomparable beauty and noble, refined bearing, approach Yu Xiaogang, he immediately sensed trouble.

"Holy... holy shit? C-could this woman be Bibi Dong? Did I arrive a step too late? Bibi Dong has already met Yu Xiaogang? Boohoo... Didn't the system say there was still a day left? What's going on?"

Zhao Ling was so frustrated he was nearly frantic. Like Ah Yin, this young Bibi Dong was incomparably beautiful. In particular, the nobility radiating from within her and that sacred sense that she could be admired from afar but never profaned made her the unattainable moonlight in most men's eyes.

Chapter 14: This Man Was So Disgusting

But now Bibi Dong had met Yu Xiaogang first, giving Zhao Ling the urge to kill him.

As Zhao Ling glared at Yu Xiaogang with murder in his eyes, Bibi Dong keenly sensed his gaze. She glanced almost imperceptibly in his direction and saw the nearly frantic Zhao Ling, along with Ah Yin beside him, whose beauty was a feast for the eyes.

Having finally confirmed Zhao Ling's identity, she curled her lips slightly, tossed the bloodstained silk handkerchief onto the ground, and walked gracefully toward the VIP seats, laughing wickedly inwardly. Yu Xiaogang makes quite a useful tool.

I finally know what this fellow named Zhao Ling looks like. Hmm, not bad. Both his appearance and his bearing are quite satisfactory, much better than that toad Yu Xiaogang...

Seeing the silk handkerchief fall to the ground, Yu Xiaogang hurriedly bent down to pick it up. He glanced at the lovely figure retreating into the distance, and a fervent gleam filled his eyes.

Not only was this girl breathtakingly beautiful, she was also so gentle and kind. Such a beautiful, tender woman instantly made him feel as though he were in love.

Especially as he smelled the refreshing fragrance on the silk handkerchief, Yu Xiaogang felt as though he were floating and could not help letting his imagination run wild.

There were so many matches at the Great Soul Arena in Suotuo City. Every day, many competitors won, and countless others suffered crushing defeats.

Yet whether they were victors or defeated contestants, there had never been a precedent of such a beauty personally coming to check on their injuries.

I'm like a scorpion taking a shit-one of a kind. C-could she be interested in me? Does she like me?

She didn't give me the silk handkerchief directly because she was shy, so she deliberately tossed it in front of me to test my attitude.

At that answer, Yu Xiaogang felt his very bones melt. If such a beautiful, gentle woman admired him, what should he do? Should he accept her or not?

After thinking it over, Yu Xiaogang felt that a beauty's kindness was the hardest thing to bear. If this gentle, kind beauty truly loved him, he could not do something so heartless.

He would definitely treat her well for the rest of his life. No matter what happened, he would cherish this angel who had redeemed him.

His imagination kept running wild, and he disgustingly sniffed the silk handkerchief again and again. Bibi Dong, who had already returned to her seat, saw this and could not help knitting her delicate brows, a trace of revulsion entering her eyes.

If that silk handkerchief had not been stained with Yu Xiaogang's blood, she would never have thrown it onto the ground.

What she had not expected was that Yu Xiaogang would pick it up and sniff it over and over. That look of enjoyment was as disgusting as could be.

Bibi Dong had never imagined that this fellow named Yu Xiaogang could be so sleazy. To think she would originally have fallen in love with him-it truly felt disgusting.

She now had the urge to poke out her own eyes. She could not bear to look, utterly could not bear it, and hurriedly turned her gaze elsewhere.

Meanwhile, watching Yu Xiaogang disgustingly sniffing that silk handkerchief over and over, Zhao Ling felt a strong urge to beat him up. But this was inside the Great Soul Arena, after all.

There might not have been any experts at Titled Douluo level or above, but there were still thousands upon thousands of eyes watching. He could not give this fellow a harsh lesson either.

So he held back for the time being, summoned the diary panel, and continued ranting on it.

[Eww, Yu Xiaogang is seriously disgusting. Sniffing Bibi Dong's silk handkerchief over and over, looking so intoxicated-it makes me want to hit him. The original never said this guy was a pervert.]

[Sigh. I never expected that even after hurrying all this way, I'd still be a step too late.]

[Yu Xiaogang and Bibi Dong have already met. It probably won't take long for their relationship to gradually warm up.]

[Soon, they'll fall madly in love. What a shame, what a terrible shame. A fresh flower stuck in cow dung. Sigh, Miss Bibi Dong, there's nothing I can do. I've already done my best.]

[Looks like you still can't escape the tragic fate of falling in love with Yu Xiaogang and then being abandoned.]

[So pitiful, truly pitiful. Perhaps your transformation from an innocent girl into a ruthless, vicious woman who won't stop until she achieves her goals will begin right now. I'll observe another three minutes of silence for you.]

[Forget it. Since I don't have a chance to hook up with Bibi Dong anymore... I'll just focus on romancing my Ah Yin.]

[Fortunately, heaven has treated me well and let me meet Ah Yin first. Hmm, Ah Yin is still very appealing...]

Having finished ranting, Zhao Ling clicked to upload the latest entry and received a notification of attractiveness +1 and lifespan +10 years.

Huh, this time the system had actually increased his attractiveness directly. Zhao Ling nodded thoughtfully. It seemed the system felt he was not good-looking enough yet and needed to improve.

Hmm... That was fine too. If he was not handsome enough, how would he hook up with all those beautiful women in the Douluo World in the future?

Having found Zhao Ling, Bibi Dong had been in an excellent mood. She raised her teacup and was just about to take a sip when she suddenly saw that the diary had updated yet again.

A strange expression immediately appeared on her face. What's going on? Why is this guy updating so frequently today? It hasn't even been an hour, and he's updated again? Has he become addicted to writing a diary?

She opened the illusory diary with interest. As she read the lengthy entry, her grip suddenly tightened, shattering the cup and causing the Spirit Hall members to look at her strangely.

Bibi Dong's pretty face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. Does that fellow Zhao Ling have a hole in his brain?

When did I become a flower stuck in cow dung? Even if Yu Xiaogang is cow dung, he isn't worthy of me, okay? Could I possibly be that blind?

Yet this fellow was saying she would soon fall madly in love with Yu Xiaogang. He-he was actually going to give up pursuing her and devote himself to courting that woman named Ah Yin.

H-how could he do this? It's unfair! He clearly said I was a little prettier than Ah Yin. He should be drooling over me more than that woman named Ah Yin.

Damn it, damn it... It's all that Yu Xiaogang's fault, picking up the silk handkerchief I threw on the ground. Disgusting, utterly disgusting.

Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes glanced displeasedly toward Yu Xiaogang, who was still sniffing her silk handkerchief over and over. Her expression darkened at once. She stood again, grabbed a chair beside her, and strode toward Yu Xiaogang, who was absorbed in smelling the handkerchief.

Yu Xiaogang was still immersed in his shameful fantasies, thinking how happy and wonderful it would be if he could fall in love with that beautiful girl in the future.

But he failed to notice that Bibi Dong had already strode up to him with a chair. She leaped high and brought the chair in her hands crashing toward his head...

Chapter 15: Bibi Dong Had Gone Mad

Poor Yu Xiaogang had not even had time to react before Bibi Dong struck him in the back with the chair. His vision instantly went black, and he collapsed unconscious, without even knowing who had attacked him.

Even after knocking him unconscious, Bibi Dong's anger had not subsided. She smashed the chair against Yu Xiaogang's back again and again, cursing as she did.

"I'll teach you to sniff it! I'll teach you to sniff it! That was a silk handkerchief I threw away, and you picked it up and kept sniffing it. Aren't you disgusting? I kindly wiped the blood from the corner of your mouth, and you repay me by disgusting me?

"Have I given you too much face? You brain-damaged fool, just try sniffing it again! Just try looking intoxicated again, and see if I don't kill you today!"

Watching Bibi Dong grip the chair in both hands and repeatedly smash it down on Yu Xiaogang, Zhao Ling turned completely to stone. W-what the hell is going on? Has Bibi Dong gone mad?

She was actually hammering Yu Xiaogang with a chair. This made no sense. What happened today should have brought them together, leading them to gradually fall for each other and swiftly plunge into passionate love.

If Bibi Dong had so brutally battered Yu Xiaogang with a chair in the original, would he have dared fall madly in love with her? That would have been absolutely impossible, okay?

Zhao Ling could not make sense of what was happening at all. Ah Yin beside him, however, watched everything quietly, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly. She had a vague suspicion that she might not be the only lucky person who possessed "Zhao Ling's Diary Copy."