Transmigrating into a Book: Beating Up the Little Tyrant Today

She hadn't been active on the "Violent Aesthetics" account for a long time. I logged into her alternate account and found that she had been posting about herself all along, even though she hadn't had any matches during that time.

How many drafts does she have saved up?

It's true love.

However, she didn't send any private messages, so it seems she's really angry.

In early November, at the Swedish Open, Blizzard and Sasha teamed up for the women's doubles for the second time. Compared to the first time, their teamwork was even better, and they made it all the way to the finals to face Zhang Rui and Gao Yang.

The finals were on the 4th. On the night of the 3rd, Sasha tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. She couldn't help but steal a glance at Le Baoxue and found that she had fallen asleep early, sprawled out on her back, with her limbs all over the bed.

He sat up abruptly and glared at her a few times.

Could she have really forgotten?

Sasha is not someone who causes internal conflict.

"Xiaoxue, Xiaoxue~" She wants to undermine others' internal power.

"What's up?" Blizzard asked, his eyes still heavy with sleep, not feigning it.

Sasha lay down beside her bed, "I'm scared when you're asleep."

"..." After a moment of silence, Blizzard closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Tomorrow is the finals, and I trained too hard today, so I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the bed.

Sasha pouted and whispered, "You really forgot my birthday..."

It's midnight.

Sasha lay down and glanced at the sleeping Blizzard again. After confirming that there really was no surprise, she sighed, "Then I'll just wish myself a happy birthday."

Blizzard smiled slightly.

"Happy birthday."

"Oh, you really weren't asleep." Sasha sat up abruptly.

"I'm really asleep." Blizzard rubbed his eyes. "Happy birthday. I just had to prepare for the competition, so I didn't get you a birthday present. I'll make it up to you when we get back to Beijing, okay?"

"Really?" Sasha was still a little skeptical.

However, she packed all her luggage together when she arrived, so she didn't see anything particularly special.

She turned around and punched the snow doll.

Look at your mom's memory, she even forgot my birthday.

……

In the doubles final, Sasha was exceptionally excited and became more and more carried away as the game progressed.

During halftime, Blizzard told her to take it easy.

Sasha said, "Oh, we're teammates? I thought you were the one on the other side."

"..." Blizzard retorted, "Hello, Yin Yang Sha."

Sasha turned her head away with a haughty air.

We can joke around as we please, but we won't take the competition lightly.

Once on stage, the two remained a perfectly coordinated doubles pair, understanding each other perfectly.

In the final decisive game, the two players reached their peak chemistry, and with some mistakes from their opponents, they won the match 11-4.

Blizzard smiled and shook hands with Sasha, who then walked to the sidelines.

"What's the rush? Come give me a hug."

Sasha tapped her shoulder with her index finger, preventing her from getting any closer.

"Our friendship is over."

Blizzard didn't care. Sasha struggled as she approached, but Sasha nimbly dodged when Blizzard tried to grab her again.

Blizzard, with his godlike positioning, predicted the direction she would hide, gave her a big hug, leaned against her and said, "So you like the domineering type, which is exactly what I am."

In the post-match interview, Sasha tidied her messy hair. After the reporter asked a few serious questions, she started to act silly.

"First of all, congratulations to Sasha and Blizzard on winning the women's doubles championship again. Today is also Sasha's birthday, happy birthday! Sasha, what happened between you two just now? I saw Blizzard trying to hug you but you wouldn't let her." The reporter laughed heartily, knowing they were close friends, and curious about what had happened between them.

"I was so looking forward to it, so...looking forward to it, but she didn't—"

Sasha's complaints in front of the camera came to an abrupt halt because Blizzard showed her something on his phone.

She looked at Blizzard in disbelief and mouthed: For me?

Blizzard put his phone away and nodded calmly.

Sasha cleared her throat twice, then faced the camera with a serious expression:

"Yeah, I saw that Brother Tou recorded a blessing video for me, but she didn't. I was angry, but I'm a magnanimous person, so I decided to forgive her."

The reporter, acting as Blizzard's mouthpiece, said: "Blizzard has been preparing for the competition. She played the finals with you today, and it just ended. She didn't have time to post about it."

Blizzard was moved to tears: What a kind person!

Upon returning to Beijing, Sasha immediately went to the mailroom to retrieve her package.

The old man thought for a moment, "It seems there's no package for you."

Sasha exclaimed excitedly, "I'm looking for Blizzard, sir, do you have one?"

"Oh, yes."

Blizzard smiled indulgently at her from behind.

The old man easily found a well-packaged package, and the flat box surprised Sasha.

I couldn't wait to get back to my dorm and carefully opened it on the table.

Blizzard stood behind her and said:

"This is a custom-made piece, just to surprise you. The blade, structure, and manufacturing are all based on my understanding of you. The rubber's performance might not be perfectly precise, so keep this as a souvenir for later..."

Seeing Sasha's bright eyes gradually fill with tears, Blizzard couldn't continue and unconsciously softened his voice: "Do you like it?"

Sasha blinked hard, her voice trembling, "I like it so much."

Finally, a hint of worry appeared in her eyes, "How much did it cost? It wasn't cheap, was it?"

"I'm willing to spend any amount of money; you don't need to know that."

"Waaah, this is so touching." Sasha wiped away her tears. "You're so mean. Why did you say what I said?"

Blizzard reached out and ruffled her hair. "Don't worry about me. The money is all from my savings... well, it's still my parents' money, but there's a difference."

She moved a stool over and sat down, looking Sasha in the eye: "You don't need to feel guilty. I prepared this gift for you because it's from the bottom of my heart. I didn't ask my parents for money, and I won't put them in a difficult position. The value of the gift isn't in the amount, but in my heart."

"Because the customization process took so long, and the data had to be confirmed repeatedly, the racket didn't arrive until we were in Sweden. It's a bit of a shame that we couldn't give it to you on your birthday."

Sasha quickly denied it, "I'm not angry. What I mean is, I am a little unhappy, but not because you didn't give me a gift. It's because I'm afraid you've really forgotten me, that's why I'm throwing a little tantrum."

"How could that be? I could forget myself but I would never forget you."