Transmigrating into a Book: Beating Up the Little Tyrant Today

"Oh no, what should we do?"

Li Nan was filled with anxiety, "If she really posts it online, what will my classmates and teachers think of me..."

"Only now do you realize you're afraid?"

Jiang Yang gave him a cold look. "Don't think you can get away with this by giving evidence. I can't say what she'll do, but the Yueyue you mentioned is definitely not a good person. If she contacts you one day, how will you explain it?"

Li Nan sat there blankly, "But I didn't get any benefit from it, what can she do to me?"

"I'm curious, Yueyue said she was bullied, but she didn't show you any evidence, and you just believed her?"

Li Nan remained silent.

"Never mind, I'm just afraid she won't let this go."

Jiang Yang slung his bag over his shoulder and stood up: "Let's go back, don't get lost again."

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Blizzard really wanted to stay and watch the game, but had to go back. Without disturbing anyone, she texted Shaman and the others after checking out to tell them she had left. By the time they replied, she was already in her car.

I had been anxious for several days, and I slept for a long time while feeling unwell on the bullet train. By the time I arrived at the Sports Federation gate by taxi at 10 o'clock, I had replied to messages one after another when Da Tou called.

"You went back? Why didn't you say anything?"

"Didn't I already say that?" Blizzard asked, puzzled.

There was no sound from the other end. Da Tou was scrolling through messages to make sure she hadn't sent anything.

Blizzard laughed: "I told Sasha, which is the same as telling you."

"..." Big Head gave her a thumbs up from afar, "Logical genius."

“It’s not like you’re not going back to Beijing, so why are you saying goodbye to each of you? You still have training to do. I’m doing this for your own good.”

Da Tou: "You should have told me even more that you were thinking of us. You're not here to compete, so you probably don't have much stuff. I thought you'd stay until the end of the competition, but you're leaving today. I don't have enough space in my luggage, and I was planning to ask you to carry back the things I bought after the competition."

"...Did you feel me giving you the middle finger?"

After chatting for a while, Blizzard hung up the phone.

It's true that he owes her a lot of money, and it's also true that he called to check if she got home safely.

Back in the dorm, I tidied up a bit. Hearing fewer footsteps in the hallway outside, I closed the door, stood by the balcony wall, and sent a message to Qiu Shiyue.

A few minutes later, Qiu Shiyue stood on her balcony, separated from the blizzard by only a wall.

"Is your phone fixed? Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to see the messages."

Qiu Shiyue held out her hand: "Give me the repair fee of one thousand, or I'll call the police."

It's really a conditioned reflex; when she sees other people with their palms up, she feels like she's back to being a PE teacher.

However, she couldn't physically punish students; back then, she would just tickle the palms of disobedient students.

He didn't need to be so gentle with Qiu Shiyue. He used 60% of his strength to hit her. If it weren't for the wall blocking his way, he could have hit her with 90% of his strength.

Qiu Shiyue cried out in pain, "Why did you hit me!"

She mimicked Qiu Shiyue's provocative manner, "to provoke you so you'll call the police quickly."

Qiu Shiyue was baffled by her attitude and tried to analyze the situation with her limited brain.

This time, things were going very smoothly. Even though he swaggered in front of Blizzard and his phone got smashed, the video footage didn't break.

The moment my phone was fixed, a flood of messages and calls popped up.

That Li Nan is so unreliable. He never finishes what he starts. I only contacted him a day late, and he's already gone.

He even took photos of all the backup records to show her, to show that he couldn't bear to see her being wronged and wanted to help her. In his enthusiasm, he forgot to verify the truth of the matter. Now he has realized his mistake and hopes that she will not make the same mistake again.

Furthermore, she forbade him to reveal anything. If anything bad happened and he was implicated, they would go to court. Even if it meant hurting both sides, she was the mastermind, and he was merely an accomplice.

He tried his best to distance himself from the situation, speaking in a well-organized manner as if he had become a different person.

After reading through her long explanation, she was just glad she hadn't given him any money.

Even if it can't be leaked, it's still good to use it to threaten Blizzard.

The way Blizzard acted was as if it was afraid she wouldn't call the police.

Maybe she's just putting on a brave face.

She cleared her throat and began to discuss the terms with her:

"My phone is fixed, which means I can release the video anytime. If you don't want to see Sys ruined, you'd better be my lackey. Maybe one day I'll just delete the video on a whim—"

"Hello, 110?"

"What are you doing!"

Suddenly, Blizzard put his phone to his ear and started making an emergency call. Qiu Shiyue panicked and said, "Aren't you afraid of angering me and sending the video out right now?"

Blizzard smiled faintly at her, "You're the one who's afraid."

As she spoke, the phone screen moved slightly away from her ear, and the screen lit up. Qiu Shiyue realized that she wasn't making a call at all.

"You lied to me?"

Blizzard put down his phone: "It's not unusual for me to lie to you."

Because of her poor mental fortitude, Qiu Shiyue couldn't win the psychological battle with her, so she decided to end things quickly.

"You have no evidence and are deliberately trying to trick me. I don't want to waste my breath on you now. To put it simply, it's three years. You're not allowed to go against me for the next three years. Simple enough, right? After three years, I will destroy all videos and backups in front of you. I mean what I say."

"What gives you the right to demand things of me with a fabricated video?"

Qiu Shiyue shrugged, "Because you care about her."

Blizzard nodded in agreement.

“You agree, right?” Seeing her nod, “Okay, then it’s settled. To avoid you going back on your word, I need to record this now.”

She took out her phone, but Blizzard raised his phone first and waved the recording screen in front of her: "I've already recorded it. Now I have evidence."

"Is there a time difference between our WeChat messages? You sent it but I didn't receive it?"