Transmigrating into a Book: Beating Up the Little Tyrant Today

"No, thank you." She was an adult and knew her limits. "It's not really appropriate."

Although she was envious, she wasn't that overly familiar with people.

Although she had eaten with him many times in her past life, eating from his bowl on their first meeting in this life made her seem... a little frivolous.

Jiang Yang didn't press the matter further, and the two ate their meal in silence.

After paying the bill, Blizzard was about to leave to hail a taxi when he suddenly pulled out two movie tickets: "My hand slipped and I bought an extra ticket. Here, take one as a thank you for treating me to dinner."

"No need to calculate so clearly, I should go back to my dorm."

Blizzard looked down and hailed a taxi. Jiang Yang handed him both tickets, saying, "Here, they're both yours. It'd be a waste for me to keep them."

Before Blizzard could speak, he placed the ticket on her phone screen and turned to leave.

……

cinema.

As Blizzard munched on popcorn, he wondered to himself, "Why did I call out to him?"

However, the movie was still very good.

After the movie ended, the two waited for a car by the roadside.

After watching her get into the taxi, Jiang Yang canceled the ride-hailing order and turned to leave the main road.

After walking a few hundred meters, we turned into a narrow alley that could only accommodate two people at a time.

There was a bright spot ahead, and he raised his hand to lower the brim of his hat.

Upon seeing the visitor, the person shifted their position, facing the wall and looking at their phone.

Jiang Yang slowed his pace, his height giving him a vague advantage as he caught a glimpse of the familiar figure on the screen.

Without hesitation, he grabbed his left wrist and twisted it upwards, pressing the wrist against his neck.

Use your elbow to press his back against the wall, and use one knee to press against the back of his knee, so that he cannot kick backward and is unable to move.

"Aaaaaah...you pervert!"

Jiang Yang frowned.

female?

I glanced at her attire; she was dressed all in black, with a black mask and a black beanie. She was short, looked like a minor, and I couldn't tell if she was a woman.

He didn't hold back just because she was a woman; instead, he tightened his grip on her arm. "Don't yell!"

Qiu Shiyue's face was pressed tightly against the cement wall, the uneven gravel making her feel uncomfortable, but the fear in her heart outweighed the pain on her face.

"Please, don't hurt me..."

Jiang Yang remained silent, but simply took her phone and scrolled through the photo album.

"Taking photos secretly?"

The images in the photos don't really constitute privacy.

But it's all about him and Blizzard.

The photos show them eating, handing her movie tickets after leaving the house, taking a taxi together to the cinema, and their faces in the cinema, sometimes in the light and sometimes in the shadows.

He could see her clearly, but his face was always blurry.

There was no sound behind her. Qiu Shiyue didn't know what he was going to do, and she trembled all over.

"If you want my WeChat, just say so..."

Jiang Yang scoffed: "My sexual orientation is normal."

"Can't you tell I'm a woman?" Qiu Shiyue immediately retorted angrily.

Jiang Yang found her too noisy and put in a little more effort.

"Ah!" Qiu Shiyue screamed, "No, no, be gentle, it hurts!"

After she shut up, Jiang Yang focused on looking at the photos.

It's clear that the continuous shooting wasn't capturing what I wanted to see, and I was getting a bit frustrated.

"Why are you taking these pictures?" he asked.

Seeing that he hadn't done anything else outrageous, she became bolder: "No, what's it to you? What I mean is, I wasn't filming you, you're being a bit nosy."

"You're meddling in other people's business? Why don't you ask yourself why you're afraid of my interference—are you feeling guilty or in the wrong?"

Jiang Yang began deleting the photos one by one.

"What are you doing? What I film is none of your business!"

Suddenly, a thought struck her: "Aren't you the male protagonist in the photo?"

Jiang Yang didn't stop moving.

Hearing the sound of the photo being deleted, Qiu Shiyue panicked, and realized it was true.

"No, no, I'm not targeting you. Look, your face is blurry in the photo."

He was indeed blurry in the photos, with only a side profile being clear at best, while Blizzard's face was clearly visible in every picture.

"Tell me why you deleted my photos! What right do you have to do that!"

No matter how much she called out, Jiang Yang remained unmoved.

Qiu Shiyue: "Actually, I'm a reporter. You've had dinner with her, so you must know who she is. I just wanted to take some everyday photos to help her gain more popularity because I like Blizzard..."

"Still not telling the truth?"

"Hey, don't press! Okay, okay, I'm just a paparazzi, trying to dig up some juicy gossip about people in the sports world. Reports about underage athletes dating are sure to be a hot topic..."

Jiang Yang's heart sank.

After checking the photo recycle bin and quickly scrolling through the messages to make sure I hadn't sent any photos to anyone, I finally felt relieved.

He released Qiu Shiyue and threw the phone to her.

Qiu Shiyue opened the app and found nothing. She angrily pulled down her mask and roared, "You deleted everything?! This didn't do you any harm!"

"You want to put me in the center of public opinion, and you say it won't do me any harm?"

"Don't think I can't see it."

Qiu Shiyue said smugly, "You're interested in her, but she's a blockhead. I'll just reveal it to her, and she'll definitely understand. You know, netizens love gossip. If you don't say it, they'll say it for you."

Jiang Yang did not refute, and Qiu Shiyue thought there was hope.

"Let me tell you, if you want to be with her, it's best not to let her go down the professional path. By the time she makes it, it will have been many years, and besides, she doesn't have the talent. It's better to let her retire from the national team sooner so you can make your move sooner."

Jiang Yang hardened his fist.

"Am I wrong?"

Qiu Shiyue did not understand his silence.