People are writing diaries in Douluo, Bibi Dong is crazy about it

Chapter 13: He Doesn't Think He's the Protagonist, Does He?  

Watching Yu Xiaogang stubbornly clench his fists despite his humiliation, Zhao Ling couldn't help but sigh. He quickly opened his diary panel to vent his frustration.  

[Seriously, who can understand this? I just arrived at the Soto City Soul Arena, and I ran into Yu Xiaogang, that idiot. I didn't expect him to be this ridiculous even at this age.]  

[A soul master with less than level 20 soul power challenging a level 31 soul master? Where does he get the confidence?]  

[If his opponent hadn't been holding back, this guy wouldn't have lasted three rounds. Now that he's been kicked off the stage, why not leave with some dignity instead of standing there looking like a fool?]  

[And what's with his reaction to the audience's mockery? Does he think he's one of those storybook protagonists?]  

[No way, no way. Does this guy actually think he's the protagonist? Is he about to shout, "Thirty years east, thirty years west—don't bully the poor!" and then miraculously turn the tide? Please, spare me.]  

[You're not Tang San, or even Tang Hao or Tang Xiao. You're just the protagonist's teacher! Stop acting like some destined hero.]  

[It's clear society hasn't beaten him down enough yet. Should I lend a hand and help him recognize his limitations? Maybe then he'll stop embarrassing himself and stick to theoretical knowledge like he's supposed to.]  

[Eh, forget it. The guy's too weak—I'd probably kill him with a flick of my finger. Let him stay delusional.]  

Zhao Ling chuckled as he finished typing and clicked upload. Moments later, the system rewarded him with an 80,000-year head soul bone, which was immediately absorbed into his body.  

The soul bone brought a noticeable improvement in his mental clarity and thought processing. Although it didn't raise his soul power level, his spiritual sea felt more refined, and his overall soul power grew slightly stronger.  

The soul bone also came with a skill called Realm of Illusion, which Zhao Ling suspected had to do with creating illusions. While he wasn't entirely clear on its effects, he was confident it would be powerful given its origin.  

Still, he felt a pang of disappointment.  

'An 80,000-year soul bone is nice, but couldn't the system have rounded it up to 100,000 years? That would've been perfect!'  

His greedy thoughts amused even himself. 'Ah, I really am insatiable'.  

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While Zhao Ling was distracted, Ah Yin noticed the diary update. She discreetly accessed her mental copy, curious to see what Zhao Ling had written.  

As expected, the entry was full of complaints about Yu Xiaogang. With a sigh, she closed the diary. It seemed unrelated to her, so there was no point in lingering on it.  

Her observations over the past few days had confirmed her suspicions—Zhao Ling could write in his diary using only mental power, without any physical tools. The magic behind it intrigued her.  

Meanwhile, in the VIP section, Bibi Dong sat with the Spirit Hall delegation, her mood souring as her search for Zhao Ling yielded no results. Frustrated, she was about to give up when she noticed the diary update.  

Her spirits lifted instantly.  

'Zhao Ling is here! He must be nearby.'  

Her sharp eyes scanned the crowd again, but the sheer number of people made it impossible to pinpoint him. Most faces blurred together, and even someone familiar could easily get lost in the sea of spectators.  

After a moment of contemplation, Bibi Dong smirked. She had an idea.  

Her gaze shifted to Yu Xiaogang, who stood battered and dazed near the arena. With a silk handkerchief in hand, she stood and walked toward him, her elegant figure drawing attention from those around her.  

The Spirit Hall members watched her curiously, but none questioned her actions. Bibi Dong's gentle and kind demeanor was well-known. It wasn't unusual for her to offer aid, even to strangers.  

Approaching Yu Xiaogang, Bibi Dong crouched slightly, using her handkerchief to gently wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. Her voice was soft but tinged with coldness.  

"Are you... okay? Why push yourself so hard?"  

Yu Xiaogang froze, staring at the beautiful girl before him. Her sudden kindness left him stunned, his heart racing.  

'An angel,' he thought, 'an actual angel descending from heaven to comfort me when I'm at my lowest.'  

The crowd murmured in surprise.  

"This guy? How is he getting treated like that? He's just some loser who got kicked off the stage!"  

Ju Douluo raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable, while the other Spirit Hall members exchanged admiring glances.  

"She's as kind as ever," one of them remarked. "That's the Bibi Dong we know—pure and compassionate."  

Bibi Dong, however, had a different motive. She subtly observed the reactions of those around her, confident that Zhao Ling wouldn't be able to resist intervening if he saw her interacting with Yu Xiaogang.  

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In the crowd, Zhao Ling's jaw dropped when he saw a girl in a striking purple dress approach Yu Xiaogang.  

"Wait… Is that… Bibi Dong?!"  

His heart sank.  

'Am I too late? Have they already met?'  

His mind raced. The system had indicated that he still had a day to act. Why, then, was Bibi Dong already interacting with Yu Xiaogang?  

He couldn't help but admire her. As a teenager, Bibi Dong's beauty was on par with Ah Yin's. She exuded a regal elegance, her noble aura drawing every eye. She was the epitome of unattainable perfection—the kind of woman most men could only dream of.  

As he watched her dab at Yu Xiaogang's wounds, Zhao Ling's fists clenched.  

'No way I'm letting this happen. Yu Xiaogang isn't worthy of her—he never was, and he never will be.'  

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