Transmigrating into a Book: Beating Up the Little Tyrant Today

Qiu Shiyue felt warm for a while, and after digesting most of her food, she let out a burp.

While scrolling through my WeChat Moments, I came across Lin Gaoyuan's post, which included her location. In that instant, I wanted to jump into the screen and pull Sys away from the person next to my big head.

She immediately went out, hesitating about how to ask Aunt Qian for money without making it seem like she really needed it, when a red envelope was stuffed into her hand as soon as she opened the door.

Aunt Qian coughed twice. "A red envelope, not much, take it."

After saying that, as if afraid she would refuse, he slipped into the room and locked the door. "It's almost eleven o'clock, don't refuse, go back to the dorm and sleep."

She didn't intend to refuse.

Put the red envelope into your pocket.

Instead of going back to the dormitory, I stood at the gate and tried to hail a taxi. After hesitating for a moment in the cold wind, I changed my destination from the KTV to my mother's place.

When I left early the next morning, a large red envelope was stuffed into my pocket.

Without her father's financial support, Qiu's mother had a difficult time. She hadn't worked for many years, and despite being a college graduate in the 1980s, she didn't know anything when she entered the workforce.

"Yueyue, you're all I have left. You must make something of yourself."

"Ah."

Qiu Shiyue responded and got into the taxi to go back.

She will definitely succeed, not for anyone else, but for herself.

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February 3, 1993, the 30th day of the twelfth lunar month.

Qiu Shiyue downloaded a picture of a three-tiered cake from the internet and posted it on her WeChat Moments right at midnight:

"You didn't want to live like this, but you still insisted on buying it for me. I love you, Dad."

She waited for a long time, but no one liked the post, so she angrily deleted it.

When I woke up this morning, I realized that everyone should be asleep by noon. Some people are rehearsing for the show every day and must be very tired, so they haven't checked their phones. That's why no one has liked my post.

The Chinese national table tennis team's Spring Festival Gala will begin at 7 PM.

Qiu Shiyue sat in a corner where no one paid attention to her, glancing occasionally at the back of the head of the person with the big head in the front row.

Why can you spot him in a crowd at a glance? Is it love? No, it's because his head is big enough.

Seeing that the people around me were busy taking pictures of the scene with their phones and posting them on social media, the time had come.

She reposted the message on her WeChat Moments with a blurred image of a bank card: "Every year on my birthday, my dad deposits some money for me. He loves me so much."

She only waited ten minutes before someone liked her post. When she checked the notification, it was from Lin Gaoyuan.

Just as she was about to thank Lin Gaoyuan for liking her comment, she found that no one had liked it.

Subconsciously, she looked towards Lin Gaoyuan's position and their eyes met.

He waved at her, but she didn't understand what he meant.

But then he started staging his own dramas on his own WeChat Moments.

"Thank you for your blessing, baby. Thank you."

Thank you everyone for the likes, I'm so happy.

Yes, my dad has always been very loving towards me.

There's nothing I can do, he's such a straight man, all he does is give me money, hehe.

......"

Just as I was enjoying the performance, my mother sent me a message saying that she had bought a big cake and wanted to celebrate my birthday with me. She said that she would be on holiday that night and that she would be spending Chinese New Year with me this year.

"Just leave the cake with the security guard. I want to spend today with my teammates and go home tomorrow."

Mrs. Qiu stared blankly at the text message, but was more happy that Qiu Shiyue had a good friend to keep her company, so she put down the cake.

"Oops, I accidentally liked her post." Lin Gaoyuan immediately unliked it.

"Who?" Little Fatty tilted his head and glanced at his phone. "Qiu Shiyue? Someone like me would never accidentally like her post."

"What?"

"I already deleted her, she takes up memory. Why did you add her back? To chat with her?"

"I've forgotten when I added it," Lin Gaoyuan said.

They don't chat, so keeping them around is pointless, but it doesn't seem to bother them, so I left it alone.

"Is it almost your turn to sing?"

Little Fatty nodded, handed over his phone and other belongings for safekeeping, and went on stage to showcase his singing talent.

He was recording Little Fatty's highlight moments when Eel's message came in.

He lowered his phone and opened the message.

"Don't overthink it. I didn't go out with you guys on New Year's Eve because my family was passing through Beijing and came to visit me. I had dinner with them. Besides, that happened two months ago. Why are you only bringing it up now?"

He was relieved.

She thought she must have offended her somehow, which was why Eel said she was going when Sasha asked her if she wanted to go out. But when she heard him say he was going too, she changed her mind.

It turns out that she received a phone call from her parents that day.

Suppressing the upward curve of her lips, she lowered her head and typed.

"Happy New Year"

He would never admit that he had been agonizing over this question for two months before finally asking it, because if he didn't ask it today, he would have to keep the knot in his heart until the New Year.

After sending the message, Lin Gaoyuan looked up at the eel, who also looked at him with a big question mark above its head.

The eel looked down and then up again; he had received a message: "You already said that today."

"That time you said it to all of you when you were with Sasha and the others, this time I'm only saying it to you."

The eel smiled helplessly, "Thank you, Happy New Year."

Lin Gaoyuan couldn't help but laugh out loud. While she was still choosing the right emoji to reply, someone patted her on the shoulder.

"Did I sound good when I sang the chorus?" Little Fatty picked up his phone and sat down.

"Huh?" Lin Gaoyuan was a little guilty. "It sounds good, it sounds good."

"You recorded this, send it to me to see."

Little Fatty turned on his phone, ready to receive his video.

"Well, I..."

"You didn't record it, did you? What did you do? I saw you laughing while holding your phone on stage just now."

"I recorded it, but there wasn't enough memory, so I only recorded the first half."

Xiao Pang took his phone to watch the video. The first half was normal, but in the middle the camera suddenly focused on his feet, then his knees, followed by a few suppressed laughs from him.

"Was my singing that funny?" Little Fatty asked.

"No, no, that's great. Even the original singer would be glad they debuted early."

Little Fatty: "...I wasn't exaggerating, but you're exaggerating."