Transmigrating into a Book: Beating Up the Little Tyrant Today

"Come on, try it."

Because Big Head sent over a bowl of balls, Blizzard decided to challenge itself.

It would be ungrateful of her to refuse the opportunity to spar with two world champions.

Eagerly grabbing a ball from the basin, she focused intently and served a high toss. Sasha countered with a backhand flick, but Blizzard responded with a quick forehand. Even she hadn't expected to be able to hit it.

Big Head's powerful forehand attack left her with absolutely no chance of survival, which only fueled Blizzard's fighting spirit, resulting in a ten-round rally in the first game alone.

Just when he thought he could continue his previous good luck, Big Head's sudden, powerful charge sent the ball bouncing off the Blizzard paddle.

"I'm sweating so much from just this one game, you two are really tough."

"That was a good catch."

"Come again!"

Blizzard got stronger and stronger as the game progressed. I don't know if the first game was just to encourage her, but no matter how she played after that, she basically lost three out of five games. Her workout was more than what she does in a day.

……

"I'm not coming anymore, I'm not coming anymore, if this keeps going I'll get a workplace injury."

Blizzard was sitting on the sidelines drinking a small beverage, his hair disheveled from the fight, and he was so tired he could hardly breathe.

"Let's do it again! I've noticed you've improved tremendously!" Big Head said.

Blizzard quickly waved his hand, "You hate me that much?"

Big Head laughed out loud, took away the bowl of balls he had brought earlier, and dragged his two teammates to practice mixed doubles with them.

"Didn't you give us that ball? Why are you taking it back?"

"Come on, get up and fight us, and we'll give it back to you."

That’s all.

Let's pick it up later.

As Sasha walked away, she looked up at her brother and said, "Xiaoxue has really improved a lot! I clearly saw that backspin ball, but I just couldn't catch it."

Big Head stuffed a few balls into his pocket. "Effort doesn't lie."

……

Having exhausted herself, Blizzard didn't dare to squat for too long. She walked back and forth on the sidelines to keep warm. Qiu Shiyue came off the court and sat down next to her to eat a banana.

"You two aren't that close, are you? Two against one, that's really bullying."

Blizzard glanced around to make sure she was alone and that Qiu Shiyue was talking to her.

"You don't even have the chance to be bullied."

Qiu Shiyue crushed the banana in one swift motion.

"Remember to mop the floor."

The sticky banana fell from her hand to the ground. Qiu Shiyue said dismissively, "What can you do if I don't do it?"

Blizzard said lightly, "If you don't wipe it, I'll say you pooped here."

"nausea!"

"Are you going to clean it or not? You're not going, huh?" Blizzard walked towards the center of the crowd, making a gesture as if to shout. Qiu Shiyue immediately stopped her, angrily going to the tool room to get a mop and clean it up.

The resentment emanating from her was greater than that of a ghost. The blizzard stayed five meters away from her, warmed up, loosened its muscles, and returned to the training ground.

After cleaning up, Qiu Shiyue used the excuse of putting away her tools to run out of the venue and went back to her dormitory to sleep soundly. When her alarm rang at ten o'clock, she ran back to the venue, thankful that she had not been discovered.

Her subtle movements did not escape Blizzard's notice.

Blizzard always paid close attention to her behavior, and when he saw Qiu Shiyue secretly pleased with herself for her actions, Blizzard shook his head.

It's not that no one noticed, it's just that everyone was focused on their own things and no one had time to pay attention to her.

When she actually takes the field, or even just picks someone to fight, and loses, she'll cry and whine that it doesn't count and they can come back again. The comfort she feels now is just self-deception; the outcome won't lie.

Qiu Shiyue wasted her days, while Sha Tou was fully preparing for the Youth Olympic Games. The two became more and more in sync, and he would even show his face whenever Sha Sa posted a Weibo.

Big Head: "You've definitely improved, haha. Real progress will come from doing well on our final exams. Go Little Bean! [Thumbs up]"

Sasha: Good luck on your final exams, Brother!

He replied very quickly; he just stood by his phone waiting for a reply.

Touched by their mutual encouragement, he posted a picture of himself raising his hand after they won a match, waiting for Sasha to walk towards him.

The distance between the two was not long, but the journey into the future felt incredibly long.

Blizzard saved the photos, but for some reason, her vision became increasingly blurry the more she looked at them, until water droplets fell on the screen, and she realized she was crying.

She felt incredibly fortunate to witness their growth, to be there for them every step of the way; it made her happier than winning the lottery.

Their "final exam," the Youth Olympic Games, will surely be a great success. Even if she doesn't know the future, she believes that these two talented children will go further and reach higher and higher.

At the Youth Olympic Games mobilization and establishment meeting at the end of September, Shatou sat at the same table.

After the meeting, Da Tou gave Blizzard a piece of draft paper. It was a simple sketch of a snowman drawn at the end of the conference, which was very lifelike and vivid. He also signed his name at the bottom.

In Sasha's hand was a small, steaming bean bun sitting obediently in the steamer. It was huge, taking up the entire steamer. It was breathing out steam from its anime-style mouth, as if it was also hot from the heat. It was incredibly cute.

He smugly told Blizzard, "Hurry up and post it on Weibo, remember to tag me, and just praise my drawing skills."

Blizzard accepted it with a smile, "Perfect timing."

Big Head raised an eyebrow, about to continue, when Blizzard said, "The dormitory window is a bit drafty at night, so it's perfect for sealing the gaps."

"That's such a waste," Big Head said.

“What a waste,” Blizzard said, stroking his chin. “Such good paper for your name, tsk tsk, what a waste.”

"You @￥&%*" Big Head walked amidst birdsong and fragrant flowers. Sasha saw the two of them bickering and smiled wryly, "Can't you two be more composed like me?"

The blizzard slipped away incredibly fast, and shouted, "The draft was blowing over your side tonight!"

Sasha's eyes gradually hardened: "Then let's use it to seal the gaps."

"..."