When Liu Xiyun spoke, the live audience burst into laughter.

Several specially invited martial arts prodigies in the guest section shook their heads with smiles, their curious gazes fixed on Ying Yuanyuan.

Host Bingbing chuckled into the mic: "Looks like Goddess Xiyun and Goddess Yuanyuan really are close! If it’s not Goddess Yuanyuan… could it actually be Goddess Xiyun? Haha!"

The crowd chimed in eagerly:

"Exactly! Xiyun, stop covering for Yuanyuan! Just make her confess already!"

"Who’s that little punk!? Daring to lay hands on Goddess Yuanyuan like that! This is infuriating!"

"Ying Yuanyuan! Spill everything right now! Or we’ll unfollow you this instant!"

"..."

Watching the uproar, Liu Xiyun could only give Ying Yuanyuan a helpless, wry smile.

It wasn’t that she refused to explain—it was that everyone had already made up their minds. How awkward.

"Mmm..." Ying Yuanyuan seemed to realize the situation was beyond saving. Her large eyes swept the venue, finally landing on the central stage. Her face lit up.

"I’ve got it!"

She quickly called out to the host: "Host Bingbing, stop teasing me! Let’s keep reading the diary! I’ll prove my innocence yet!"

"Prove your innocence?" Bingbing chuckled again, turning to Ying Yuanyuan. "Goddess Yuanyuan, you’re so adorable. Are you side-stepping the question about whether this diary’s real?"

"..." Ying Yuanyuan’s face froze for a second, but she shot back instantly: "Hmph! I told you already! Xiyun’s true self is exposed to me! Of course I know this diary might be genuine!"

"Besides, didn’t your station director guarantee this diary’s authenticity? By your logic, wouldn’t the director be that little boy in the martial arts journal?"

"Uh, that..." Bingbing paused, caught off guard. She shook her head a second later. "Goddess Yuanyuan’s imagination runs wild! There’s a grain of logic there, but our station director is a woman—not the little boy in this diary."

"Then she’s cross-dressing!" Trapped and desperate, Ying Yuanyuan lashed out wildly, dragging others into her mess. She looked utterly flustered.

"Impossible," Bingbing countered gently. "Our director isn’t some schoolgirl. She pioneered this national martial arts lecture program young and leads its planning. You can’t drag her into this, Goddess Yuanyuan."

"Haha! Ying Yuanyuan!"

"Ying Yuanyuan! You’ve truly fallen! First you drag your bestie into it, now you’re targeting the station director? Just confess already—save yourself the trouble!"

The audience burst into laughter again at the exchange.

Even Liu Xiyun beside her shook her head helplessly. "This girl..."

Watching Ying Yuanyuan, Liu Xiyun had to admit—her thought process was... uniquely clear.

Linking some random boy to the female station director?

If that child had actually been a girl back then, wouldn’t she have noticed over all those years? Or had she been careless?

"..." Suddenly, Liu Xiyun’s brow furrowed slightly as she recalled something.

This was odd.

Why would the program’s director personally vouch for this diary? What was her basis?

Could she, like Ying Yuanyuan, have noticed Liu Xiyun’s subtle reactions backstage?

"..." Liu Xiyun fell silent. The risk of exposure was growing.

"Hmph! Then let’s keep reading the diary! I refuse to believe the owner never asked their names after all that time together!"

Ying Yuanyuan, now beyond caring, glared at the audience’s stares and huffed loudly😤.

"Let’s make a bet! If I’m wrong, I’ll grant you one wish! But if I’m right—you all sing ‘I Surrender’ to me! Do you dare?!"

"Why not? Bet! We don’t believe it either! If the girl in this isn’t you, Ying Yuanyuan—could it really be Goddess Xiyun? We accept!"

"Hmph!" Ying Yuanyuan glared at the cheering crowd. "You’ll regret this!"

"Host! Turn the next page!" she shouted toward the stage.

"Huh? Oh—right, of course..." Bingbing, surprised by Ying Yuanyuan’s sudden gamble with the audience, reluctantly flipped the diary.

Beside her, Liu Xiyun watched Ying Yuanyuan’s puffed-up, indignant face. She secretly tugged her sleeve.

Ying Yuanyuan turned, eyes still blazing—*What now?*

Liu Xiyun rolled her eyes at this self-sabotaging fool and whispered urgently: "Aren’t you going to ask me first? Aren’t you afraid of losing?"