"Holy crap! This guy doesn't hesitate when things get real!"
"So many venomous bugs, that kid sinking in the mud—and this brother still charged in?! I'm seriously impressed!"
"Respect! With guts like that! Most martial artists would've run at the sight of those bugs!"
"I'm hooked! Absolutely hooked! I'm following this diary no matter what! I'm in love with its owner!"
The appearance of this diary entry instantly ignited the audience's shock into roaring excitement.
Yet Liu Xiyun in the VIP section felt only worry tangled with something else: "So many venomous bugs... he actually charged in just for them..."
"This martial artist is a role model—risking his life for two complete strangers! He deserves a spot on our nation's Most Admirable Martial Artists list!" Host Bingbing declared before the diary.
The audience nodded in agreement, urging the next page.
*[Unlucky! Unlucky! Unlucky!]*
*[This cursed kid! Who’s lucky and who’s not?! I used every ounce of strength just to drag this unlucky brat from the pit! But something bit me... my wound’s turning purple, and I can’t stop shivering.]*
*[Still, this little injury won’t stop me. I carried the unlucky kid home.]*
*[After tossing the unconscious kid into the fish tank for a makeshift bath, I left them food and headed to my room. Can’t hold on... so cold...]*
"...He actually saved that kid? And he’s been poisoned? This looks dangerous!" The audience’s worried faces pushed the host to flip faster.
*[Night fell fast. The drizzle turned to a violent storm after I settled those two lucky-unlucky kids. Thunder roared, lightning split the sky.]*
*[So cold... couldn’t sleep. Checked on them—one still unconscious, the other snoring peacefully. Seeing that carefree face, I smacked his butt. I’m suffering while he enjoys himself? Unforgivable! Deserved it!]*
*[But the kid must’ve been traumatized. Didn’t wake even after two smacks. So I went alone to the study, turned on the light, and kept writing.]*
*[So cold... head spinning... chest heavy... Cough! I’m coughing blood... Damn it! Won’t die just because I played the good Samaritan... Those kids should find their way down... should...]*
"..." The audience fell silent.
Dark, ominous bloodstains smeared the final lines of the entry—proof the diarist had been gravely poisoned.
Just imagining it: a figure who saved two children, sitting at his desk on that stormy night, candlelight flickering beside him, pressing a trembling hand to his aching chest while blood speckled the page...
Liu Xiyun’s conflicted eyes softened. "He went through all this... nearly died from those bugs... just to save me."
Ying Yuanyuan stole a glance at Liu Xiyun’s tender gaze fixed on the diary projection and sighed quietly.
*No wonder this prodigy martial artist was drawn to the diary... to its owner. He nearly died for her.*
"Host! Flip the page! I refuse to believe he died!" a viewer shouted.
Bingbing snapped back, sensing the audience’s urgency. "Next page!"
*Whoosh!*
The projection flipped. Every eye locked onto the screen.
*[Hah! Bet you didn’t see that coming! I’m perfectly fine!]*
*[Last night’s poison was nasty, but your boy pulled through! Just a snack—how’s it compare to the Poison Swamp Serpent’s venom?]*
*[If that serpent couldn’t kill me, what chance do you tiny bugs have?]*
*[Time for revenge.]*
*[Tonight’s dinner menu: roasted venomous bugs.]*
"Uh..." The audience’s tension dissolved into stunned silence.
"What? He survived, fine—but claiming even the Poison Swamp Serpent couldn’t kill him?"
"Revenge? Eating the bugs? Is he serious?"
"Total bluff. A normal guy surviving once was pure luck. Going back? He’d be bug food."
"Please don’t go. Hope he doesn’t think he’s the protagonist and gets himself killed..."
"...This guy." Liu Xiyun couldn’t suppress a smile at the diary and the murmurs around her.
*Of course he didn’t die. If he had, I’d never have met him.*
"Flip the page, Host," Liu Xiyun urged, curious how *she* appeared in his writings.
All eyes returned to the screen.
New lines appeared:
*[HOLY CRAP! My luck’s insane!]*
*[Didn’t die from bug venom this morning—but almost got poisoned by that idiot kid’s cooking!]*