Transmigrating into a Book: Beating Up the Little Tyrant Today

After fighting for a while, Qiu Shiyue also developed a little self-awareness.

We can't win a fight, and we can't win an argument, so let's just make peace.

"Tell me, how can I shut it off?"

"Why should I shut it down?" Blizzard crossed his arms and looked at her. "You have too many problems now. If you have nowhere to vent, you go back to your dorm and punch the wall. You don't care because it doesn't bother you. Do you listen when others tell you to be quiet? You don't know the pain until you get slapped yourself."

Blizzard closed the door. "The phone will stop when it runs out of battery. Enjoy the show."

Qiu Shiyue started kicking the door to get her out, but Bao Xue remained unmoved.

Her neighbors, unable to bear the harassment any longer, came out to criticize her, but she ignored them completely.

The shouting match at the door escalated, and the silent door opened again. Qiu Shiyue's smug smile didn't last long. Blizzard, wearing disposable gloves, was holding two long, brown, unidentified objects. Before she could see them clearly, one of them came straight at her face.

In an instant, Qiu Shiyue's eyes widened as if she were wearing colored contact lenses.

The substance clinging tightly to her face emitted a faint odor that sent chills down her spine. Her voice temporarily malfunctioned, and some of the onlookers reacted quickly by turning on their mobile phone cameras.

The cracking sound brought Qiu Shiyue back to her senses. Her scream was deafening, her hands trembled like wine-soaked chicken feet, and she glared angrily.

The next second, Blizzard accurately shoved another lump of food into Qiu Shiyue's mouth. Her physiological reaction was faster than her brain, and she immediately bent over and dry-vomited, the lump falling off her face. She rushed back to her dormitory to rinse her mouth.

Some curious onlookers pinched their noses to examine the lump on the ground. It looked like poop, but not quite. They cast admiring glances at Blizzard.

"That's amazing, he can poop it out just like that."

Blizzard walked out the door expressionlessly and picked up the "poop." "Don't litter."

"You're so brave!"

The onlookers stepped back, their gazes filled with even greater admiration for her.

Blizzard laughed out loud and shook the things in his hand.

Only then did everyone realize that it was just wet wood pulp paper, which Blizzard squeezed again and turned into the shape of poop.

"Oh, it's paper. Then why does it smell bad?"

"You think it's poop, and that's just your imagination of what it tastes like."

She went into the room, threw away the paper, and took off her gloves and threw them away as well.

It was indeed just paper that got wet and was squeezed, but it was water from the toilet.

……

Qiu Shiyue fell seriously ill and never recovered.

Because no one told her the truth, her first reaction prevailed: she had eaten shit, and even though she brushed her teeth eight times a day, she still couldn't eat.

When she tearfully asked for leave, she didn't dare to complain. If she did, wouldn't everyone know that she had...

Seeing that she was really uncomfortable, the coach granted her two days off. When she left the sports headquarters, she met Aunt Qian. She was so weak that she was no longer as arrogant as usual. She embellished the story and told Aunt Qian what had happened. Aunt Qian was heartbroken.

"Don't be afraid, child. Auntie heard about it. It's just paper, just paper that got wet. Don't be afraid."

Qiu Shiyue tried to convince herself that it was just paper, but she didn't dare to think about it too much, and her stomach churned.

She staggered out the door, and Aunt Qian watched her retreating figure with a pang of reluctance.

I was distracted while cooking lunch. After cleaning up the cafeteria around 2 p.m. and leaving get off work, I took the opportunity to wait for the blizzard outside the training ground.

They were having training at the moment, and there were quite a few people coming and going.

Blizzard was listening to music with her headphones on and didn't hear Aunt Qian calling her. She only realized it when someone next to her tapped her.

Just by looking at Aunt Qian, you could tell she was there to seek justice for Qiu Shiyue.

Blizzard isn't planning on going there; they'd rather waste their breath talking and just play a few more rounds.

She thought one thing, but Aunt Qian didn't. She simply blocked the blizzard's path, following the same route as Qiu Shiyue.

She rubbed her hands together, "Sorry to bother you for a moment."

Blizzard: "Don't do things you're embarrassed to do."

Aunt Qian paused for a moment, but then continued as if she hadn't heard, "Can I have a few words with you? Just a few minutes."

Standing in the middle of the road, blocking others from entering or exiting, Blizzard moved to the side, and Aunt Qian followed suit, assuming that she had agreed.

“Child, Auntie has a favor to ask. Qiu Shiyue is young and doesn’t understand things. Can you please not hold it against her? If she does anything wrong, you can scold me or hit me, Auntie will not say a word against it. Her parents are divorced, and she already lacks a sense of security. Some of the things she does are a bit excessive, but she is just too lonely.”

Blizzard didn't interrupt her, but gestured for her to continue.

Aunt Qian got excited.

"It seems she doesn't have a formal physical trainer right now and has been relying on others, so neither her physical strength nor her skills and tactics have been outstanding. So you can't entirely blame her for not working hard."

"Oh, you know about this?" Blizzard raised an eyebrow.

Aunt Qian scratched her head. "I'm old, I don't understand, but I know how to grow if you don't give her opportunities to practice. The team has never given her a chance to play, so you can't blame her for not achieving results."

The blizzard squinted.

Aunt Qian is used to using a pitiful tone to tell some distorted stories. She doesn't know why Qiu Shiyue can't play.

What kind of nonsense were they reflecting on after being suspended for so long?

Aunt Qian then said, "I heard you have a competition later, at that place. Could you give the opportunity to Qiu Shiyue? If so, I believe she won't hold it against you for teasing her this time."

Seeing that Blizzard didn't speak, Aunt Qian pretended to kneel down.

"Child, please, I'm begging you."

But when she actually knelt down and her knees touched the ground, Blizzard didn't come to help her up. She looked up in disbelief.

Blizzard stood with his hands in his pockets, a smile playing on his lips, watching with interest as she knelt down.