Transmigrating into a Book: Beating Up the Little Tyrant Today

Da Tou sat there blankly, still holding the racket in his hand, his soaked clothes clinging to his skin, and he didn't even bother to wipe the sweat from his ears.

Behind him, a roar of voices erupted—some cheering from South Korea, others about him.

They called him "vegetable head".

He was told he was less skilled and should hurry back to Beijing.

The voices were so clear, it was as if they were speaking right next to his ear.

There was no wind in the venue, but Da Tou felt cold.

"Get up," Liu Guozheng said. "You don't have much time to be down. There's another game waiting for you."

There are still matches; will he be able to play?

Liu Guozheng handed him the clothes, and Da Tou numbly took them.

He usually goes through many steps when tidying up:

Carefully placing the racket, untying the patellar strap, tucking in the hem of her clothes, tidying her messy hair, putting on her coat, and pulling her suitcase away.

These days, just setting up the racket takes a lot of effort.

Holding her coat in her hand and pulling her suitcase, she followed behind Liu Guozheng, not even looking at the road ahead, simply following the coach's steps.

As Liu Guozheng said, he didn't have much time to wallow in self-pity. Even though it was uncertain whether he would be allowed to play in the finals, he still had to be prepared and went straight to the training ground without much rest.

When the blizzard arrived, Sasha had already been practicing with Datou for quite a while.

She took out her racket, put down her bag, and walked to the table next to them to train quietly.

……

Blizzard couldn't hold on any longer, while the two next door were still locked in a tug-of-war, seemingly tireless.

She walked to the sidelines, stood with her hands on her hips, drank water, and gasped for breath.

I took a quick look at Da Tou and noticed that he seemed out of sorts.

Her arm was too tired, so Blizzard grabbed the net to pick up the ball. When she walked over to Big Head, Sasha went to the sidelines to get a drink of water.

"You contacted me before the match, what did you want to say to me?"

"It's nothing."

Da Tou said, "You suddenly contacted me before the game, and I didn't think much of it. After the loss, I thought about it and realized that you were hesitant to say something—I thought that the coach said I wasn't in good form during the closed training, and you noticed that too."

She simply knew the answer first, and was anxious and fearful for a few more days than you.

When that day finally arrived, looking at Da Tou's dejected expression, just like before the match, he couldn't utter a single word.

Sasha twisted the bottle cap back on and walked this way.

"Go back, Sasha," Big Head said. "I'll practice on my own, it'll be fine."

Sasha nodded, and patted Big Head on the shoulder as she left, "Don't overthink it."

Big Head turned his back, and Blizzard picked up his backpack and prepared to leave.

"Little Snow."

She stopped and Big Head turned around.

"That month, I kept increasing my training volume, but I just couldn't find my rhythm and my training was terrible."

"I thought maybe I wasn't excited enough during training, and that I might be better during the competition, but it still didn't work out."

"Have you noticed that my head has gotten even bigger?"

The fact that he can now make fun of himself shows that the time he spent training over the past few hours has been worthwhile.

He was sitting there after losing the game, and Blizzard saw his bewilderment and felt helpless as well.

"Don't overthink it," Blizzard said, trying to comfort him like Sasha had said, but it felt too dry.

"You've heard, right? Coach Liu strongly recommended you for the finals, and the coaching staff has already decided to let you go. Coach Liu did this because he recognizes your potential; he knows this isn't your full strength."

“I know.” Da Tou rubbed his hair. “That’s why I feel even more pressure. If they scold me, I’ll feel a little better.”

Blizzard scratched his head. "I'm not very good at comforting people. You can talk to Sasha about it when you practice with her."

“I didn’t tell her.”

They still have mixed doubles next, and he's afraid of "showing weakness" in front of Sasha.

"Well..." Blizzard said cautiously, "If I scold you a few times on behalf of the coach, will that make you feel better?"

Big Head couldn't help but chuckle, "I suspect you have ulterior motives, but go ahead and curse, I'll listen."

Blizzard thought for a long time, "You, you play worse than an elementary school student. Isn't that vicious?"

Big Head said nonchalantly, "What you say doesn't hurt as much as a needle prick. Did you hear what the audience was saying to me?"

He recounted: "Some people say that I play terribly, that I'm a disgrace to men's left-handed players, a failure in the development of the youth team, a hopeless case, and that I refuse to give up my position after losing, that I'm desperate for attention..."

"Don't look at your phone," Blizzard said again. "Didn't you hear all the cheers and encouragement for you?"

"Yes? No."

Blizzard sighed inwardly.

As an adult, it's understandable that she would argue with outsiders when faced with rumors spread about her by her school colleagues, and then cry when no one was around. It's not surprising that an 18-year-old like her would fall into self-doubt when confronted with such slander.

No matter what others say, he has to break free from the cage of negative emotions himself.

-

Blizzard left the arena, and Sasha was waiting outside.

"Out?"

Blizzard nodded.

"Did he speak to you?"

"Yeah, he said he was anxious, but I'm the kind of person who's really bad at keeping people calm."

Sasha said, "It's good that he was able to speak up. Before you came, Coach Liu comforted him, but he just nodded and didn't say a word. I was really worried that he would get sick from holding it in. I practiced with him for a while, but he still didn't say anything. It's good that he was able to talk to you. I was really worried that he would get sick from holding it in."

"He chose to talk to me because he saw that I usually don't care about the results and wanted to hear me say something, but I'm bad at talking and can't say anything."

"That's called having a good attitude, it's a good thing."

Is it because of a good mindset? She doesn't think so, but she can't quite explain why she doesn't care that much.

When she was in the city team, she would challenge everyone, regardless of age or gender. Whenever a coach praised a student for their talent, she would immediately challenge that student to a duel until she won.

On the day I was fourteen and eligible to join the provincial team, I gave up the sports path, which was full of top competitors and had a bleak future, at my parents' urging. Instead, I turned back to the college entrance exam path, which seemed like a safe and stable way to go.

It seems that from that time on, I stopped being competitive.

If she hadn't given up then, it's one thing if she hadn't made it, but if she had, she would definitely have been even more pessimistic than Da Tou in the face of the same situation.

"What are you thinking about?" Sasha asked.

"I'm wondering why my parents don't contact me much anymore."

Blizzard took out his phone, and his conversation with his parents was still ten days ago, with his mother saying "Goodnight".

Going back further, it was just a brief greeting once a week, nothing more.

She had said she wanted to train and compete, but she had never been "neglected" like this before.

“Of course I’ll take you back, how could I not want you?” Sasha said. “After the competition, I’ll keep asking you how you are doing, wanting you to have a chance to come home, and then I’ll cook you a whole table of food, and let you eat until you’re stuffed. If you say which dish on the table is delicious, it will definitely be on the next meal, until you’re sick of eating it.”

Blizzard envisioned that scene:

"Then when you leave home, they pack all kinds of food for you, they practically stuff the load-bearing walls of the house into your suitcase. The baggage fee on the plane is more expensive than the food. Only after I persuaded them repeatedly did they agree to take it out and send it back to me."

……

Resentment has been expressed.

I always felt that I shouldn't be living such a mundane life.

Is that big head what she wants now?

Blizzard turned to look at Sasha.

Even someone as outstanding and innocent as Sasha can be attacked for many inexplicable reasons.

The path of winning glory for the country and proving oneself in sports is never just physically exhausting.