Transmigrating into a Book: Beating Up the Little Tyrant Today

Although Blizzard sent their blessings and posted on Weibo after Sasha won, they couldn't help but send a message after watching the video. As soon as they sent it, her video call came through.

It was evening here, and morning there. Sasha's hair was still dripping with sweat, and she casually wiped it with the back of her hand, leaving her bangs in streaks.

Sasha playfully asked, "If I go to the supermarket now and they scan my bangs with a barcode scanner, what do you think they'll find?"

Blizzard chuckled foolishly: "Scanned the barcode of Little Bean Bun, amount 2569.43 yuan."

Sasha's face suddenly loomed closer on the screen. "Little Bean Buns aren't that expensive, are they? Who would buy them? But why is it this price? And why are there odd numbers?"

"Because this is my entire savings, I can't afford to buy anything more than this."

Sasha laughed crisply, "That's really unfortunate. I just ate a chocolate, and its value has increased. If the price really goes up by one cent, what will you do?"

Blizzard pretended to think: "Then I have no choice but to take out a loan, but I'm not eighteen yet—I'll steal a big car wheel, sell it, and then buy you."

Sasha didn't answer, only the sound of footsteps approaching from the other side:

"I'm here! I heard everything!"

Brother Tou's voice is so recognizable that even though Sasha didn't let him show his face.

After Sasha pulled him over, she said, "You mean that bicycle of his that makes noise everywhere except for the horn, and moves everywhere even when the wheels aren't moving? I feel like he won't be able to sell it, and he might even have to pay for it himself."

"Then we'll have to let Da Tou perform for the boss, tell him a crosstalk routine."

"No way!" Big Head leaned closer to the phone again. "I sell my body, not my skills. No, I sell my skills, not my body. No, no, I don't sell anything. I'm so angry I'm slurring my words."

"Hahahahaha..."

They were preparing for the upcoming competition, juggling multiple events. Before hanging up, Blizzard looked at them with concern, saying, "Take it easy, your arm is swollen."

Sasha playfully gave her an OK sign, then told her to go to sleep quickly.

In the corner of the video, Da Tou lifts the hem of his shirt to wipe away sweat, revealing that he still has some abs.

Cunning boy.

It's strange how they choose their positions.

Blizzard exclaimed, "Hey bro, I saw your fight with Cardboard Box too, awesome!"

Big Head waved at the camera, meaning he knew he was handsome.

"But are you talking about the game you lost or the game you won?"

The call, which I was supposed to end long ago, didn't end several times and we started talking again.

Blizzard Water Cut-off Master: "They're all so handsome, incredibly handsome! So handsome that I'm going to do a handstand, do a 180-degree Thomas Flair, and fly over Argentina to cheer for you all!!"

Big Head suppressed a laugh and looked at Sasha: "I told you that she's always using all sorts of sweet nothings to coax you, like she's coaxing a child, and you're just sitting there grinning like an idiot. But when she says those sweet nothings to me, hey, I really can't stop smiling."

Sasha rolled her eyes at him, "You're always like this, no matter who praises you, the corners of your mouth never turn down."

"But Xiaoxue won't play ball anymore, she can become a kindergarten teacher."

"Not playing ball? Why don't you play?" Big Head asked.

Blizzard: "Good suggestion. Instead of playing ball, become a kindergarten teacher, beat up the kid from 'Head Brother', and make him pay for the two-on-one bullying I suffered last time. The sins of the father must be paid by the son."

"..." Big Head retorted, "It's not like I was the only one hitting you..."

Blizzard rolled her eyes at him and hung up the phone.

They gave me a chance but I didn't use it.

……

The praise was genuine.

They are all athletes who have won glory for the country, and they have lived up to the country's expectations and their own.

They traveled thousands of miles to a foreign country to compete, and we chatted so much because I knew they were under a lot of pressure. We were just trying to relieve some of the stress by making a fuss, even though I know that this kind of relaxation is just a drop in the ocean.

In a daze, many faces flashed across the screen.

In the semifinals of the Youth Olympic Games mixed team event, Lin Yun-Ju lost to Da Tou 1-3.

Xiao Mo lost to Da Tou 1-4 in the men's singles.

Hirano lost to Sasa 2-3 in the final.

In the mixed team match, Cardboard Box won 3-1 against Big Head, and then lost 1-3 to Big Head in the men's singles.

After losing the men's singles, Hirano lost the mixed doubles match to Sato.

Over the years, none of the six athletes who participated in the Youth Olympic Games have fallen behind, and none of them have reached the summit.

The spirited young men each had their own regrets in Paris.

After winning the cardboard box, he excitedly threw away his racket and took off his shirt, just to show everyone present the national flag pattern on his shirt. Did he ever think about the helplessness he felt in Paris?

Perhaps because he had cried too much these past two days, Blizzard's eyes were sore, but he couldn't cry anymore.

The wall next door kept rattling, and Blizzard happened to be in a bad mood, so it was like a pillow being delivered to someone who had just fallen asleep.

"come out."

Qiu Shiyue opened the door with her hair all messy.

"look for a job?"

"Why are you smashing the wall in the middle of the night? You must be having a bad time. I have a suggestion: if you're upset, smash your own face. After all, your skin is thicker than the wall, so you can't break through it. But you'll have to pay for damaging public property."

"I only smashed the wall in my own house, what's it to you?"

Okay, okay, you're starting to use a fallacy of misleading statements.

Row.

Blizzard went back to his room, made a simple megaphone out of cardboard, left a space for a cell phone speaker, pointed the old-fashioned candybar phone speaker into the space, and pointed the megaphone at the head of the bed in the next room, and began to amplify the Mantra.

The phone and the layers of clothing wrapped around the outside ensured that I couldn't hear much.

Five minutes, ten minutes, half an hour later, there was a knock on the door.

"Turn it off." Qiu Shiyue's messy hair became even more disheveled.

"No, it's my room, I'm in charge."