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

**Chapter 22: Yu Xiaogang Came to Ask for Punishment?**

Since the system had explained itself, Zhao Ling decided not to dwell on the issue any further. Forget it, there's no point arguing with the dog system, he thought.

Turning his attention to Ah Yin, who was radiant with her exquisite makeup, he smiled softly. 

"Let's go. Let's have breakfast first, and then we'll head to the Great Fighting Soul Arena to watch the show."

"Okay, I'll listen to you," Ah Yin replied with a slight nod, following him toward the restaurant on the second floor.

As they walked, Ah Yin noticed the notification of a new update in her "Copy of Zhao Ling's Diary." Using her mind, she quickly accessed the latest entry.

A glance at the content left her visibly displeased. She turned to Zhao Ling, her eyes filled with dissatisfaction, and without warning, pinched and twisted the soft flesh on his waist hard.

Though Zhao Ling was a Titled Douluo, he wasn't prepared for the unexpected assault. He gasped sharply in pain as Ah Yin twisted the flesh on his waist a full 180 degrees.

Startled, Zhao Ling looked at her in confusion. "What's wrong with you, Ah Yin? Why did you pinch me?"  

But Ah Yin didn't answer. She simply stared at him with a cold expression, her displeasure evident.

Zhao Ling was baffled. 'What did I do to deserve this? Did I somehow offend her?'  

His mind raced. 'Could it be because I got distracted earlier while using the diary panel instead of admiring her beautifully made-up face?' If so, her anger might be justified. She'd gone out of her way to put on such delicate makeup for him, yet he hadn't paid enough attention.

Determined to make amends, Zhao Ling focused all his attention on Ah Yin's face, appreciating her features intently.

Unexpectedly, Ah Yin noticed his gaze and glared at him. "What are you staring at? Can't you walk properly? Is there something strange on my face?"

Zhao Ling sighed in defeat. A woman's mind is truly as unpredictable as the ocean.

What he didn't realize was that Ah Yin's frustration stemmed from his diary entry. His remarks about her makeup had annoyed her. 'If Bibi Dong reads this and puts extra effort into her own makeup, I'll be at a disadvantage!' 

Meanwhile, in Room 316 on the third floor, Bibi Dong received a notification of the diary update. Curious, she quickly opened it. 

Her initial plan had been simple: casually wash up, grab breakfast on the second floor, and then lead the Spirit Hall elites to the Great Fighting Soul Arena. But the diary's latest entry changed everything.

Ah Yin put on super exquisite makeup today? Bibi Dong's lips curled into a playful smile. 

"So, you want to compete? Fine, let's play. You can wear makeup, but so can I."  

Confident in her natural beauty, Bibi Dong took her time at the dressing table, carefully applying her makeup with precision. Even when Ju Douluo called for her several times, she merely responded with perfunctory answers.

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After finishing breakfast, Zhao Ling and Ah Yin made their way to the Great Fighting Soul Arena and bought tickets to enter. 

Unbeknownst to them, a pale young man stood near the arena's main entrance. He looked to be about fifteen or sixteen, with an unremarkable face but a distinct air about him. This was none other than Yu Xiaogang.

Though his injuries from Bibi Dong's beating had mostly healed thanks to the healing soul masters, he still wasn't at full strength. Despite needing rest, he had dragged himself out of bed to see her.

Ever since seeing Bibi Dong the previous day, Yu Xiaogang felt consumed by thoughts of her. Her image filled his mind, and he couldn't shake the spell she seemed to have cast over him. 

Today, he was determined to apologize to her for losing the handkerchief she had given him. The memory of that scented, delicate silk handkerchief haunted him, and he felt as if he had committed an unforgivable crime. 

He also wanted to find the culprit who had "stolen" it. The thought of someone else possessing her gift filled him with rage.

The arena staff had told him that the person who attacked him was the same woman who had wiped the blood from his mouth. But Yu Xiaogang had scoffed at their claims. 'What nonsense! Such a beautiful, gentle woman couldn't possibly be the one who beat me up.'

To him, it was obvious that the staff were jealous of the favor he had received from her. Their lies were nothing more than an attempt to drive a wedge between him and his "angel." They won't succeed, he resolved. 'No one will destroy my bond with her.'

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Just as Yu Xiaogang steeled his resolve, Bibi Dong finally arrived at the arena, flanked by Ju Douluo and other top Spirit Hall members. Her makeup was flawless, enhancing her already stunning beauty.

When Yu Xiaogang spotted her, his heart raced uncontrollably. She was even more beautiful than she had been the previous day. He stared at her in awe, his face lighting up with infatuation.

Without hesitation, Yu Xiaogang ran toward her, his expression one of pure adoration. His lovesick gaze and enthusiastic demeanor made him look utterly ridiculous.

Bibi Dong noticed him almost immediately. Her mood soured as she recognized the beaten figure from yesterday. What is he doing here? Has he figured out it was me who beat him? Is he here to seek punishment?

Her thoughts were interrupted by Yu Xiaogang's eager approach, his eyes gleaming with fascination.  

This fool... how disgusting, she thought with a grimace, bracing herself for whatever nonsense he was about to spout.

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