Transmigrating into a Book: Beating Up the Little Tyrant Today

"Brother..."

Da Tou packed his things and slung his bag over his shoulder, but Qiu Shiyue stopped him. "I'm not in a good mood, can you have dinner with me?"

Big Head: "If I don't stay with you, you won't eat?"

He spoke so earnestly that Qiu Shiyue mistook it for concern, and softened her tone, saying, "I can't eat if you don't keep me company~"

"Then you absolutely mustn't eat it. I can eat two more bowls when you're not in the cafeteria. Move aside."

Qiu Shiyue didn't want to move aside, but when she met Da Tou's gaze, she didn't dare to block him anymore and made way.

With the National Championships just around the corner, Qiu Shiyue urged her father to hurry up and get things done, otherwise she would never go to his place for the Chinese New Year this year.

After hanging up the phone, Aunt Huang, who was standing next to Qiu's father, sneered repeatedly, "You don't really want your daughter to ruin our family's first New Year, do you?"

Mr. Qiu chuckled twice, "You heard it. When she first asked me for a favor, I meant that once it was done, she could go to her mother's for the New Year. If she didn't go, her mother would definitely go crazy with me, so I didn't intend for her to come here. It's just that Yueyue only listened to half of what I said last time, so it's not my fault."

“Besides,” Mr. Qiu tentatively suggested, “she’s Beibei’s older sister, so she’s not exactly an outsider…”

"Okay, I'm an outsider then."

Aunt Huang dropped the clothes she was holding and headed towards the bedroom. Uncle Qiu, beaming, followed her, trying to appease her: "Oh, so what if we can't get it done for her?"

The following morning, after getting off the high-speed train, Mr. Qiu deliberately arrived at the coffee shop an hour late.

There was only one boy sitting on the outdoor chair of the coffee shop, with his back to him.

Qiu's father didn't rush forward. He sent a message to confirm that Li Nan had arrived, and then glanced at the boy from the side.

He was in pain all over his body. He had a luxury item, was looking down at his phone, and was wearing a baseball cap, so his face was not visible.

The waiter approached and asked what the boy needed, but he shook his head and said thank you, no thanks.

The waiter nodded and left.

Mr. Qiu made a phone call.

A short while later, the same waiter came out again and asked the boy to leave.

The boy looked around, put away his phone, picked up his backpack and prepared to leave, but was asked to pay a 15 yuan table fee.

Mr. Qiu was waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

He knew about Li Nan's family background: her father had been to prison, her mother was indifferent to her, her younger sister had died young, and she was naturally sensitive and had low self-esteem. He heard from Yueyue that the last time she went to Beijing to ask her biological mother for money, she had saved up for a long time for the fare.

Such a person is naive and inexperienced; it would be too easy to take advantage of him. Just lend him a hand when he's feeling helpless, and he'll be incredibly grateful. You might even be able to get things done for him without paying him anything.

Seeing that the boy hesitated for a long time before taking out his wallet, Qiu's father figured he was reluctant to part with ten yuan.

He cleared his throat, straightened his collar, and prepared to step forward to help the boy out of his predicament. Just as he approached, he heard the boy say to the waiter:

"...Remember to get an invoice."

The waiter calmly replied, "We can't issue invoices for such small amounts. If you really want an invoice, I can issue you a food invoice."

Mr. Qiu gave the waiter a thumbs-up from behind the boy.

"Then what you're doing is issuing false invoices." The boy asked curiously, "I'd really like to know, for this kind of income, what kind of invoices would you issue to me that can withstand a tax bureau audit?"

"..." The waiter looked at Qiu's father for help.

The boy noticed the look he was giving him. Before he could turn around, Mr. Qiu stepped out from behind the boy, chuckling and telling the waiter to get back to work.

He asked the boy to sit down, but the boy did not sit down.

Mr. Qiu sat down and began to lecture his son, who was still young and shouldn't take things too seriously. When he looked up without hearing a response, he finally saw the boy's face.

He and Li Nan looked to be about the same age, but he was not the same person as in the photo Qiu Shiyue had given him.

"I'm here, I'm here..." Li Nan rushed over from the direction of the bathroom behind Qiu's father and apologized to him, "I had an upset stomach and went to the toilet. Am I late?"

The boy didn't speak, and Qiu's father kindly comforted Li Nan: "It's okay, you didn't have to wait too long."

Li Nan was visibly flustered, unsure of what to do with his hands and feet. He pulled out his report card and teachers' comments from his backpack to prove to Qiu's father that he was a good kid and that sponsoring him was definitely the right thing to do.

Mr. Qiu didn't even glance at it, nodded vaguely, took out his phone to show off, and just wouldn't say a word.

He was Li Nan's last hope; Li Nan was practically begging him on his knees.

The boy scooped up Li Nan's sinking body and helped him straighten his legs.

He whispered, "I have a feeling he has ill intentions, he..."

“What do I have that would make him want to harm me?” Li Nan said.

The boy explained, "The waiter in the store was giving me a hard time earlier, and it must have been at his behest. He mistook me for you..."

"Jiang Yang!"

Li Nan interrupted him before he could finish speaking, afraid that Qiu's father would hear, and hurriedly pulled Jiang Yang aside, saying, "Don't let him hear."

Jiang Yang continued to persuade, "I feel like he never really intended to help you. Is this what a person who truly wants to help you does? He acts all high and mighty, watching you bow and scrape, only to pretend to help you up when you're kneeling down. Is that what you call wanting to help you?"

Jiang Yang tried to take him away, but Li Nan pushed him away.

Just as he was about to speak, Qiu's father interrupted him: "Little friend, I'm very busy. If you still have time to chat with others, I'll be leaving now."

Mr. Qiu made a move to leave.

Li Nan quickly ran to Qiu's father's side to stop him, then turned to look at Jiang Yang and told him to go back first.

-

Li Nan looked at his volunteer ID card in a daze, opened the hotel room door, and found Jiang Yang there. He put the ID card away.

Looking at the distraught Li Nan, Jiang Yang knew the process wouldn't go smoothly and couldn't understand what the purpose of this suddenly appearing philanthropist was.

"Why haven't you gone back to school yet?" Li Nan asked.

"I was afraid you wouldn't be able to come back, so I waited for you. Now I'm leaving." Jiang Yang patted his shoulder. "I was thinking that since my abilities are limited, it's a good thing that someone is willing to help you, but that Mr. Qiu really doesn't seem like a good person. You'd better not associate with him. I'm afraid he'll hurt you."

After giving him his earnest instructions, he walked towards the door.

"Jiang Yang."

He stopped in his tracks. "What's wrong?"

Li Nan said, "I envy you so much, being able to go to the university you want."

Jiang Yang twitched the corner of his mouth, and for some reason, looking at his expression, he blurted out, "Don't go astray, you can do it too."

After he left, Li Nan received bank confirmation of the deposit and a message from Jiang Yang.

"This money is my summer job wages. If you're careful, it should be enough for three months of living expenses. Don't rush to pay me back. We can talk about it later."

Returning to Northeast China will be just like coming here. My uncle will be waiting for you on the stretch of road before you get on the highway. He will take you back.

Senior year has started. This is the last year, so study hard. The hardships will eventually pass. I'll be waiting for you in Beijing.

Even after sending the message, Jiang Yang was still worried.

Recalling the glance Li Nan gave when he closed the door and went into the room, seeing the look of desperation on Li Nan's face, he had a feeling that something was about to happen.