Transmigrating into a Book: Beating Up the Little Tyrant Today

At Budapest airport, the two chatted enthusiastically, as if there was a barrier between them, and no one could get a word in edgewise.

Today, the Asian Championships airport seems to have been sealed off; no one is speaking to anyone else.

While Xin was being interviewed, Sasha swayed and wandered over to Blizzard's side again.

What were you two talking about just now?

Blizzard shrugged, "I wanted to borrow Brother Head's Pikachu U-shaped pillow, but he wouldn't lend it to me."

"You didn't bring any? Then I'll lend you mine later."

"But I really want to use his. Why don't you go and borrow it for me?"

Sasha glanced at her twice. "I don't think you need it."

Blizzard chuckled, "Go ask him for me. If he still doesn't lend it, then forget it."

Sasha glanced in his direction; Big Head was expressionless, scrolling through his phone.

"He's probably busy. Maybe I should send him a message."

I just took my phone out when I realized something was off. "He seems... a little unhappy?"

"Really? No wonder you're partners, I didn't even realize it." Blizzard probed, "He hasn't been doing well in matches lately, and with his team split up, it's understandable that he's frustrated. What about you, how do you feel about being split up with your team?"

Sasha tossed her hair. "We've paired up so many times, and suddenly being separated like this leaves me feeling a little empty, but it's the coaching staff's decision, and there's nothing we can do about it."

She put her phone away. "Forget it, I'd better not text her anymore. She's already annoyed."

"Go on, go on."

Blizzard swore she had used up all her charm from both her past and present lives.

Sasha glared at Blizzard. "Why do you insist on having that U-shaped pillow? Was that made by the Weaver Girl?"

"..."

Matchmaking isn't a good job, otherwise everyone would want to be a matchmaker.

Wang Datou, I've been looked down upon for you, but in the future I'll be sitting at the head table.

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Off the court after the mixed doubles round of 16, Blizzard chatted quietly with Sasha, while a guy was changing clothes next to Sasha.

"Sasha, look! He has such a great physique."

When Sasha looked up, she saw Big Head talking to the guy, completely blocking his view.

“I can’t see it anymore,” Sasha told Blizzard as she turned around.

"It's okay, I saw it."

Sasha pinched her.

At this moment, Da Tou was squatting in the aisle next to Sa Sha, playing on his phone. Sa Sha could see Da Tou whenever she looked down, but neither of them took the initiative to speak to her.

Although they left the same place, the familiar feeling of waiting for Sasha to get off work was completely gone. It felt like they were just sharing a ride home after get off work.

"Sasha hardly talks to me anymore, except when we're playing basketball."

At this point, the blizzard had become a complete confessional for Da Tou.

She was brushing her teeth and too lazy to type. Thinking about how difficult it must have been for him too, the nineteen-year-old boy was extremely confused after losing in singles and splitting up in mixed doubles.

He's older than him, so it's only right that he gives guidance to the younger generation.

"Did she slack off during her training with you?"

Big Head: "Of course not. Sasha trains very hard. She's not the type to cut corners."

"That's settled then." The protective mother of Sha went into overdrive, completely forgetting her earlier attempt to comfort him. "You unfollowed her on Weibo, what do you expect her to say to you?"

"..."

"She had no idea what she did wrong when she found out you unfollowed her. If she weren't so dedicated to her job, she would have ignored you long ago. You childish rascal."

"..."

Big Head was annoyed. She had repeatedly told him not to act impulsively, so why couldn't he control himself?

Isn't it perfectly normal for mixed doubles teams to split up? Everyone has experienced it, so why does he feel like he's been abandoned?

He tossed his phone aside, and after a while sent another message.

The phone on the bedside table lit up again. It was Da Tou. Blizzard wanted the telecom company to cut off Da Tou's internet so he wouldn't stay up all night talking to her about emo.

"The pairing notice has been issued; this is our last pairing."

"Does she not want to be with me?"

Blizzard couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Blizzard understands his affected manner, but can't stand it.

He received a series of messages, trying to get an answer from Blizzard.

Blizzard took a few deep breaths to calm himself down and replied:

"The one who tied the knot must untie it. Sasha is right next to me. Should I show her the message and let her answer you herself?"

They immediately made a drastic move to back off: "Get some rest."

……

With their spirits high, the two of them fought their way to the finals of the Asian Championships.

Only he knows how much he wants to win the championship.

Their opponents in the final were the Xinwen Lianbo duo, who were very strong. The two were down by one point and their morale was low.

After Sasha lost a ball, Da Tou looked at her with obvious anxiety.

When Sasha looked over, he looked away, avoiding eye contact, afraid that she would see his unease.

Sasha may seem carefree on the surface, but she is actually very observant. Sensing that something was wrong with Da Tou, she asked him in a low voice if he wanted to pause the conversation.

The opposing team kept closing the gap, and Da Tou nodded in agreement, which could also interrupt the opponent's advantage in winning points.

During the timeout, both players were visibly frustrated, their expressions serious, and they communicated less. Big Head's weathered look was beginning to show. Compared to their previous interactions during match timeouts, today was practically silent.

Not bringing personal emotions into the game is the most basic professional ethic.

Back on the court, the two players couldn't control themselves; they became increasingly agitated and frustrated, feeling powerless and unable to pinpoint their weaknesses. After a timeout, they won the second game, but then lost the next two, finishing as runners-up.

Back on stage, Da Tou was a little slow in packing up, while Sa Sha was just busy packing and her emotions were not obvious. He comforted her, "Just prepare well for the singles match."

Sasha's voice was clear and crisp, seemingly unaffected: "Let's prepare for the awards ceremony first."

Big Head was taken aback.

This is the last time I'll do it.

While he was still trying to hide his emotions, she had already walked away. No matter how excited Sasha was during the competition, she wouldn't worry about the past after it was over.

He's really far from good enough.

Blizzard was warming up in the warm-up area, preparing for the women's singles final. Hearing the cheers outside, she knew the match had ended. She put down the ball and looked at the television.

The two men on the podium interacted with each other under the camera, much like usual, but Blizzard felt that there was a thin film between them, making them seem less familiar and more distant.

In the women's singles final, Blizzard will face Sasha, a match she has been eagerly anticipating.

In the tunnel before the match, Blizzard asked Sasha, "You train with me, teach me, guide me, find my weaknesses, and correct my playstyle. Are you afraid that one day I might actually beat you?"

In the unlit corridor, her eyes shone like stars: "I'm looking forward to it."

That was genuine anticipation, the look in her eyes that longed for her to become strong, and a willingness to lend her a helping hand.

The match began, and Blizzard took the first game 11-6 right away, full of fighting spirit, hoping that Sasha hadn't let them win.

Then, from the start of the second game to the end of the fourth game, time flew by.

Sasha didn't let her have a chance. She first came up to test her, and then flipped her over in one fell swoop.

In the fourth frame, Blizzard seemed to be making a last-ditch effort, but it refused to give up and even rushed to save the ball when it hit the edge of the table.

After the ball was returned, Sasha's original spiking posture changed to a gentle push, but even so she couldn't reach it and could only sigh in despair.

Blizzard couldn't even find an opportunity to smash in this game, and lost 4:11.

After the match, they shook hands, and Sasha gently patted her back with her racket: "Not bad, not bad."

Blizzard rubbed her palm twice: "I just don't have enough calluses yet."

The two exchanged a smile and went off the stage.

On the plane back to China, Da Tou sat a bit far away.

"Did you two quarrel?"