Transmigrating into a Book: Beating Up the Little Tyrant Today

Sasha really needs to think carefully about this life-threatening problem.

As Liang Tiantian passed by, Sasha smiled brightly at him and replied, "Of course it has to be my brother."

"What are you saying about me? Let me hear it too." Sweetie leaned her head closer.

Blizzard, "You're being praised."

"Really? My sister praised me? Then I didn't hear it just now, sis, praise me again... Watch out, the camera's recording." Liang Tiantian reminded her.

Sasha touched her nose; this was the rhythm for her to write a short essay.

"...Xiaoxue just asked me who is the sweetest, and of course I chose you, because of you..."

"...That was a good compliment, but don't do it again next time."

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“Qiu Shiyue has been so quiet lately, is she on leave?” Sasha said.

Blizzard looked on with a question mark above his head, "You've caught Xin's nearsightedness. Look who's retrieving that ball!"

Sasha looked in the direction she was pointing and saw it there. "I thought she had taken the day off."

“That’s good.” Blizzard began to warm up. “If she has a high profile, we won’t be able to have any peace.”

"That's true. How's Pearl?"

She gets angry at the mere mention of pearls, and instead of stretching her legs, she plops down on the ground.

"This little thing weighs 49 grams out of 50, it's all trickery. It faked a pregnancy with me. I even bought it high-end fish food. Its belly is so big, but it's full of poop. I'm so angry."

Blizzard pressed his philtrum, saying, "I was wondering how a goldfish could be pregnant for so long; it was all a lie."

Sasha laughed and said, "That's right, she hasn't given birth in two or three months. She's almost become Nezha's mother. I thought I bought a mutant fish."

"I'm so angry! I'm going to post on social media today and give them a piece of my mind. I declare this my first heartbreak of the new year," Blizzard said. "It's New Year's Eve, so we can end the night early. To make up for the sadness of being cheated by those fish, how about we go out for fish hotpot tonight?"

"Okay, ask them if they're going."

It's New Year's Eve again, the familiar seven-seater, and Qiu Shiyue, who has been forgotten.

But how can it be called forgetting? Because I never cared about her at all.

Qiu Shiyue watched as the group of them laughed and joked as they prepared to leave, leaving her with no choice but to go to the cafeteria.

When I got to the cafeteria, I learned that most of the people who lived nearby had gone home, and those who didn't go home had gone out to eat, so the cafeteria wasn't cooking.

Looking at the empty cafeteria, Qiu Shiyue once again felt an overwhelming sense of loneliness.

My nose feels sore.

A lunchbox with a cartoon design suddenly appeared in front of me.

"I know you live far away and can't go back, and the cafeteria doesn't cook. This is my dinner, you can eat it."

This was the first time Qiu Shiyue had cried so miserably in front of Aunt Qian.

Aunt Qian took her back to her dormitory, which was a two-person room.

"Aunt Li went home for some business and won't be back for several days. Don't worry, eat here. No one will come over. I still have bread and biscuits. Although they were bought on sale, they are definitely good quality. Please eat as much as you like."

At the same time, Aunt Qian's phone kept ringing, but she didn't even glance at it and hung up immediately.

Just as Qiu Shiyue was about to speak, her phone rang again, so she immediately turned it off.

"It's okay, you eat."

Qiu Shiyue opened the lunchbox. Warm rice, braised pork with a good balance of lean and fat, stir-fried greens, and crisp bean sprouts were all her favorite dishes.

He stuffed a mouthful of braised pork into his mouth, then shoved a large mouthful of rice into it, sealing every crevice in his mouth to prevent any sobs from coming out.

- Yueyue, your aunt hasn't been feeling well these past few days. If you come over, there won't be anyone to cook for you. Your little sister is still young and doesn't like strangers coming to the house; she'll be scared. So, could you please not come today?

She didn't plan to go.

Really.

We have training early tomorrow morning, so who wants to travel back and forth?

Although he had booked the plane tickets in advance, he only wanted to ask for money; he didn't want to see his new home.

With a flight taking off in just a few hours, you won't get much money back at all.

Having spent most of my living expenses, I can't even afford to go out for a big meal tonight.

If her father hadn't mentioned it at the last minute, she wouldn't be stuck here eating lunch.

Sensing her reproach, Mr. Qiu's tone changed on the phone: "Last time things didn't go well, didn't you say you weren't coming? How can you blame me for not telling you beforehand? You're such a thoughtless child. Alright, alright, here's fifty yuan, go out and get something good to eat, and don't call again."

Fifty dollars?

Fifty dollars?!

Back when her father only had her as his daughter, fifty yuan was just her taxi fare.

The tears flowed more and more, and the food in his mouth became more and more stuffed.

Even with so much stuffing, there are still gaps; otherwise, how could I still taste the bitterness of tears?

She took the wet wipes from Aunt Qian to calm herself down, and was about to throw them away when Aunt Qian took them from her.

"I can throw it away myself." This was the first time Qiu Shiyue didn't need Aunt Qian to do anything for her.

Without her parents' support, Qiu Shiyue suddenly felt much less confident in front of Aunt Qian.

Anyway, the trash can is right next to my feet.

Aunt Qian didn't say anything, but naturally took the dirty wet wipes, washed them under the tap, and hung them on the balcony.

"What's this?" Qiu Shiyue was speechless.

Aunt Qian smiled sheepishly: "It's just from wiping away tears, it's not that dirty. I can wash it and use it again. I'll use it to wipe the table and wash my face, so I don't need to buy towels anymore."

As she spoke, she smiled and exclaimed, "I've never used such good wet wipes to clean my face before, they're really great."

Qiu Shiyue stopped crying and stopped chewing.

She looked at the clothesline on the balcony, where many identical small white squares were swaying in the wind.

She suddenly remembered.

The first and only time she came to the dormitory to look for Aunt Qian, Aunt Qian had already left.

As Aunt Li handed her a bag, she took the clothesline pole and curiously poked at the white square on the clothesline. At the time, she was standing at the door and thought it was a sock.

Once you start recalling, everything becomes traceable.

Last year, while making dumplings for Chinese New Year, she got flour all over her face; she slipped and fell under a tree in the green belt, getting her hands covered in mud; and she shed tears when she was sad…

Aunt Qian did all the wiping for her.

That time she fell, her hands got so dirty that Aunt Qian used a small pack of wet wipes to clean them, and then she kept holding them in her hand; I didn't see her throw them away.

Qiu Shiyue seemed to have learned an unbelievable fact.

Aunt Qian didn't throw away any of the wet wipes she had used. She washed them, hung them up to dry, just like before, and then reused them...

So last time, Aunt Li deliberately drew her attention to let her know how good Aunt Qian was to her, despite being stingy with her.

Qiu Shiyue's mouth dropped open in astonishment: "Why did you do this?"

"I just think it's a real shame," Aunt Qian said nonchalantly.

Qiu Shiyue: "Are you desperate for money?"

Aunt Qian stopped in her tracks as she approached Qiu Shiyue, as if she had done something wrong, and dared not move or get close to her.

Ding.

Qiu Shiyue received a message from her mother: Are you coming today, baby? Mom has prepared a meal and is waiting for you.

Turn off the screen and take a deep breath.

“Or,” Qiu Shiyue slowly began, “is it that you did this to make me feel guilty? To make it seem like you’ve sacrificed a lot for me?”

"That was not what I meant."

Qiu Shiyue put down her chopsticks. "Don't say anything more, I don't want to hear it. Go outside for a bit, I want to be alone."

Aunt Qian didn't dare say anything more, told her to eat quickly before it got cold, and then turned and left.

Qiu Shiyue glanced at the food on the table, then picked up her chopsticks again and started rummaging through it.

She just didn't want Aunt Qian to think that she was so eager for her sacrifices.

Take this meal for example. Although I really enjoy eating it, I can't show it.

The accommodation at Guopin wasn't bad; it had air conditioning in the winter, unlike the place her mother rented, which was as cold as an icebox, and she didn't like going there.

Aunt Qian went out the door, but where could she go?

I could only stand in the corridor, constantly breathing on my hands to keep warm. When it got too cold, I would take out my phone to look at my young daughter on the screen, which would help me endure the cold for a while longer.