Transmigrating into a Book: Beating Up the Little Tyrant Today

He joked about himself, speaking very casually.

Sasha noticed the change in his mood and immediately looked up at Da Tou. When she saw that there was a camera filming, she immediately looked down again.

After the interview, Blizzard packed up his things and left the venue, chatting and laughing with Sasha as they returned to their dorm.

The male team member with the big head in front waved his phone at her, reminding her to look.

Blizzard took out his phone; it was a message from Big Head.

After watching it, I couldn't stop the corners of my mouth from turning up. I tried to suppress them but couldn't, and when I tried to suppress them, they quickly curled up again, causing my face to distort.

"Do you two have a secret?" Sasha asked, tilting her head.

"No."

"Then I'll watch it too."

"Are you sure?" Blizzard raised an eyebrow.

Sasha got excited, "What is it that I can't see?"

She reached out and took her phone without feeling any resistance.

I thought there would be a fight over it.

There were two new messages in her chat box with Da Tou:

Do you know what it means to lose something and then get it back?

"I know"

A pebble thrown into the lake of the heart creates ripples.

She shoved the phone into Blizzard's hand and took a few quick steps.

"What's wrong? Are you shy?"

Blizzard chased after her, wanting to see if she had blushed.

Sasha ran faster and faster, trying not to let her see her, and the playful fight eventually turned into a chase.

But Sasha had just finished the race and was panting heavily when she couldn't outrun her. When Sasha was caught up, her cheeks were flushed.

"Are you blushing?" Blizzard pinched her burning cheeks.

Sasha rubbed her face, trying to smooth out the blush, "It's from running."

"Okay, okay, you've been running." Blizzard helped her catch her breath. "Stop running, take a break." Then he took her small white bag.

Sasha changed the subject, saying, "You did well in the women's singles, you've made it to the semifinals."

"I didn't even get second place this time. I wonder what new ways they'll come up with to criticize me online."

"I didn't even make it to the round of 16, and you're still not satisfied?"

Blizzard: "There's no difference between stopping in the semifinals and stopping in the round of 16; both have reasons to be criticized. Even if Hakeem Olajuwon wins the championship, people will still criticize him."

"Would you like me to teach you how to get scolded?"

"What experience?"

"Internet disconnected."

After a moment, Blizzard gave a thumbs up: "...Brilliant!"

Qatar has donated all of its prize money to support the fight against the epidemic in Wuhan, with the donation amounting to US dollars.

Xiaozao was unable to participate due to injury, but because she cared about her country, she donated money out of her own pocket.

This money will allow Wuhan to provide free nucleic acid testing and free vaccinations, with adults receiving two free shots and children receiving three free shots.

The Chinese national table tennis team is trending on social media:

Before the competition even started, the Chinese team decided to donate their prize money.

The Chinese national table tennis team didn't seem to be there to compete; they seemed more like they were there to collect money.

Blizzard was moved by the trending topic, but also felt a sense of regret.

If only she had tried a little harder, she wouldn't have won a medal, but she benefited from their success.

*

After returning to China, the main group first underwent quarantine. After the quarantine ended, they returned to the team for training. At the end of March, they went to Macau for three months of intensive training.

This time, however, there was an extra person in the group—Qiu Shiyue.

After putting away her luggage, Qiu Shiyue walked ahead of the blizzard. She paused when boarding the bus, and even without wind, she couldn't stand steadily. One of her feet fell off the steps and landed hard on the blizzard's feet.

Blizzard was in so much pain that his eyes felt like they were about to pop out, but he endured it without screaming so as not to let Qiu Shiyue have any pleasure.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

She covered her mouth, her eyes showing no remorse.

"Hurry up, why aren't you moving?"

Those behind them didn't know what was going on; they only saw Qiu Shiyue suddenly stop moving.

"There are people waiting to get on the bus, I'll get on first." She got on the bus smugly, and immediately spotted Da Tou, who was playing on his phone, and was about to sit next to him.

Seeing someone approaching, Da Tou looked up and gave Qiu Shiyue a glare that scared her away. She could only obediently sit down diagonally opposite him.

Blizzard didn't sit with Sasha today; he switched seats with the big fat guy in front of Qiu Shiyue.

Qiu Shiyue put on her earphones, adjusted the position of her hair on the side, and was just about to lean back and enjoy the hard-won bus ride when she saw Blizzard in front of her give her a look before putting down her luggage and sitting down.

She felt uneasy.

After the bus started moving steadily, seeing that the blizzard was not moving, he took out a small mirror and looked at his head through it.

When Da Tou noticed that she was being looked at, she lowered her eyes shyly, her eyelashes trembled, and she put away the small mirror, planning to look at herself again in a while.

They went back and forth several times, relentlessly testing the limits of Da Tou's temper.

"Snapped"

The chair back in front of her suddenly reclined, and before Qiu Shiyue could react, the chair back hit her hand, causing the small mirror to slip and fall to the ground, where it shattered.

"you!"

"Excuse me."

Blizzard turned his head away after he finished speaking.

Because Da Tou was standing nearby, Qiu Shiyue didn't want to lose her temper. It's just a mirror, after all.

She took out her phone, turned on the front camera, adjusted the angle, and took a picture with her own head.

Big Head clicked his tongue, about to confront her, when Blizzard reclined the chair back again, hitting Qiu Shiyue's hand, and the phone smashed into her left eye before falling onto her lap.

"Ouch—it hurts!"

Qiu Shiyue covered her eyes, and Blizzard frantically tried to raise the chair back for a while before finally doing so, looking apologetic: "Sorry, I just wanted to adjust it."

"You did it on purpose!"

The noise attracted the attention of the people in front, and Blizzard said, "I've already apologized, what more do you want?"

Does an apology mean I have to forgive you?

Blizzard tilted his head: "I didn't ask for your forgiveness. Your forgiveness is worthless."

Qiu Shiyue really wanted to hit someone.

"Keep your voice down." Da Tou looked at Qiu Shiyue.

She suppressed her anger again.

After calming myself down, I picked up my phone from my pocket, adjusted my bangs, and aimed it at Big Head again—

Snapped.

The phone hit her eye again, and she was about to roar in anger when she realized that the coach was staring at her with a death stare.

She endured it.

The ban is about to be lifted, and she's been allowed to participate in training camps, which means she'll be able to compete soon.

I just got goodwill from my mom by donating 5,000 masks, and I can't let it get ruined like this.

She endured, until the day she crushed Blizzard on the field.

The journey from the sports headquarters to the airport takes about forty minutes. Blizzard reclined her chair six times, and even when she wasn't taking pictures, the reclined chair would still squeeze her legs.

Blizzard always apologizes quickly, but doesn't change anything.

Qiu Shiyue's face turned a deep liver color.

Before getting out of the car, Blizzard spoke to her in a good mood:

"Wow, red Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, how cool!"