Transmigrating into a Book: Beating Up the Little Tyrant Today

After Jiang Yang returned to school, Li Nan did not contact him. However, his uncle said he had taken him away, so he did not call him again. It was the beginning of his freshman year, and he still had a lot to do.

On the 5th, Shatou departed for the National Championships, and they chatted enthusiastically at the airport.

"Big Head, let me tell you, I can sing really well now."

Da Tou couldn't help but laugh, "If you're just like a peddler praising her own wares, then you'll have to sing a song at this year's National Table Tennis Team Spring Festival Gala."

"I charge for singing, do you think I can just sing whenever I want? I won't sing anything except for the CCTV Spring Festival Gala," Little Bean said smugly.

What could they do but smile indulgently at Big Head's face?

A young boy in an orange volunteer vest approached and asked if he could take a photo with them. It was his first time volunteering, and he really liked them.

Sasha agreed.

The boy took off his work clothes, and the three of them took a picture. Then he put on his vest and went about his duties.

He led the way for the national table tennis team members, and just as Sasha was about to follow, Datou tugged at her slightly. Turning around, he saw several other people wearing the same vests as him maintaining order, and then he let go of Sasha.

Li Nan maintained a smile throughout.

They were about the same age and both were sunny and cheerful. Sasha didn't think about anything else. Even when Datou pulled her, she only thought that Datou wanted to walk ahead of her.

Li Nan had familiarized himself with the airport beforehand and quickly and accurately led the group to the exit, where the car arrived just in time. Without Sasha having to lift a finger, he put her luggage away and then proactively helped others with theirs.

Volunteers usually just lead the way or stop fans to the exit; carrying luggage is not their responsibility. Sasha thought the boy was quite nice.

After getting on the bus, I mentioned it to Da Tou. "This boy is really helpful. He helped me carry all my luggage. It's so kind of him."

"..." Big Head narrowed his eyes and did not answer.

Sasha sniffed the air and wondered why it smelled a little sour.

After the car drove away, Li Nan sent the group photo to Qiu Shiyue, asking, "Is that them?"

"Yes, where is the stuff?"

Li Nan hesitated for a moment, "She didn't take it. She left with that wcq."

The next second, Qiu Shiyue's phone rang immediately.

"Didn't I tell you to find a chance to get close to Sys and take her bag? What kind of work are you doing?"

"The man next to me was too wary; I didn't have a chance."

"Then you should hurry up and get on the bus. We'll figure out another way when we get there."

Li Nan hesitated. "But I still have to go to school."

“If you had finished everything today, you could have left, and we could have arranged a scholarship for you. It’s your own fault for not handling things properly.”

Qiu Shiyue felt he was being ungrateful, and after thinking for a moment, she said, "Do you lack the opportunity or the courage?"

"There are surveillance cameras everywhere... If I steal her bag, they'll definitely find me within two days. What if my school finds out?"

Qiu Shiyue said, "There's always a way out. Just buy the same bag, and when they find you, just say you took the wrong one. What else can they do to you? Anyway, you haven't gotten anything done yet. Either you leave now and you'll have nothing, or you do what I say and you'll get a year's worth of funding. It's your choice."

Qiu Shiyue hung up the phone, leaving Li Nan standing there.

When faced with a difficult situation, one must think thrice before making a choice, yet even then, mistakes are still easily made.

When he looked up again, he chose to use the money Jiang Yang had left him, to book a taxi and a hotel near the stadium.

It was definitely God's help; without this money, he certainly wouldn't have dared to stay in Beijing, since he was penniless. But Jiang Yang left it to him—that was his fate.

Jiang Yang, I will definitely pay you back this money. Now, I'm taking a gamble.

-

Sasha arrived at her assigned accommodation and immediately began training, leaving her no time to think about anything else.

Lying in bed at night, I felt something was missing.

She took out her phone and sent a message to Blizzard.

"It's been all afternoon, and besides asking if I've landed, I haven't received a single message. Do you have other fish out there?"

Blizzard heard the voice, read it, and replied:

“My fishpond is very big, big enough to hold you, you little slug. My fishpond is very small, if it can hold you, then it won’t be able to hold anyone else.”

send.

Blizzard put his hands on his hips and admired the scene for a while, thinking, "Look at me, I'm so good at this!"

Sasha: "...I can't take it anymore, I'm going to sleep!"

I turned off my phone, fell asleep again, and the void in my heart was filled. I slept quickly and sweetly.

Blizzard didn't reply again, probably because the notification sound would disturb her sleep. It's better to send her fewer messages during the competition.

She wasn't in this National Championships; I had thought she could go with Sasha.

Thinking about it, it makes sense. Her grades have never been particularly outstanding, while Sasha and Datou have improved so quickly. She's worried that one day she won't be able to catch up with them, and she needs to keep working hard!

Fortunately, she didn't go, and Qiu Shiyue couldn't go either, so she could stay home and keep an eye on her.

She wanted to follow in Sasha's footsteps. Once she had the belief, she had the motivation. She would practice until her arms ached and her legs were weak before she would stop. That's the power of an idol.

Seeing how frantically she was beating the girl, Qiu Shiyue sneered.

"No matter how hard you try, it's useless. I'm different. I can be better than you even without trying."

"The king of verbal sparring."

This was Qiu Shiyue's usual style. Blizzard was too tired to argue with her, so he prepared to leave.

She walked slowly, and Qiu Shiyue caught up with her in just a few steps.

"Believe it or not, I'll be able to compete soon."

"Stay away from me, I'm allergic to idiots." Blizzard didn't want to listen to her rambling, and even though her legs were weak, she quickened her pace. Qiu Shiyue followed closely, insisting on telling her what she was saying.

"You know, money makes the world go round, right?"

"You want to grind the millstone?" Blizzard finally looked at her properly.

"I'm talking about returning to the competition!" This is a misheard verse, not a misheard one.

“Oh,” Blizzard said, “You can’t even play well in your own team, yet you want to play well in front of others. It’s just embarrassing, like pushing a millstone naked in the middle. I advise you to think twice.”