Transmigrating into a Book: Beating Up the Little Tyrant Today

The training intensity is already high, and as the competition approaches, everyone is giving it their all.

Qiu Shiyue understood the importance of rankings, and despite being covered in sweat, she was unwilling to stop, hoping to achieve a good result in this competition and surpass Blizzard and Sasha.

But no matter when he looked up, as long as Da Tou and Sa Sha were fighting together, he always had a smile on his face, and the corners of his mouth never looked down.

As expected, Sys is a troublemaker; he's trying to prevent the main players from focusing on the game.

Although she couldn't understand what benefit this would bring her, she couldn't possibly fathom what others were thinking.

The coach told everyone to take a break, but she stood still, her gaze unchanged.

As I was thinking and looking, I drifted off into my own thoughts, my attention completely focused on that area.

He and Sasha didn't rest; they started playing ball. While they were playing, Da Tou suddenly started showing off his skills.

Sys hit a low ball down the table, and he made a spectacular scoop.

Sasha watched the ball drift away, her arms hanging limply as she muttered, "This ball is too dirty, I can't play with it, I can't play with it."

Blizzard couldn't stand it anymore. This head's display of power was never going to end. He casually picked up a small white ball and threw it.

Big Head didn't even look at it, he just waved his hand and blocked the ball, then raised his cheekbone and looked at Sasha.

Blizzard: Oh no, he got away with it again.

Qiu Shiyue was greatly agitated by their cheerful and talkative demeanor.

Unable to bear it any longer, he picked up the racket and slammed it hard on the table before tossing it into the bathroom.

The second team members, who were her sparring partners, were taken aback by her sudden action and didn't know what to do.

Qiu Shiyue locked the cubicle door, stared at the door panel for a while, and then opened her phone's cloud storage.

Fortunately, her phone was always set to automatically back up photos, so the photos of Blizzard's rendezvous with the mysterious man were still there.

These things need to be released at the right time; they can't just pass by without causing any real harm, otherwise they won't be of much significance.

……

The roadside trees outside the stadium have turned green again, and the sun's function has shifted from illumination to providing heat.

I'm wearing short sleeves, but it feels like wearing a down jacket was just yesterday.

I've never felt time fly by so quickly.

In the blink of an eye, it seems like only yesterday we had cake, and now it's time for Big Head's birthday cake. Unsurprisingly, we'll be celebrating it at the basketball court again.

The birthday hat that was big on the head was a little small and hung crookedly on the hair.

Fortunately, his hair was thick, so his hat didn't fall off.

He clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and made a sincere wish, his face still showing signs of childishness.

I don't know what wish I made, but the candles crackled and burned.

After making his wish, he pulled his coach over to blow out the candles together, and together they looked forward to a bright future.

Big Head started cutting the cake, while Sasha stood to the side, eagerly waiting.

The coach said she'd gained a little weight recently and told her to lose some, as she hadn't been eating well in a while. Today, she's having a perfectly legitimate extra meal—let's see who dares say anything to her then.

Suddenly, a hand pulled her away from the crowd.

Only when they saw the other person's back did they realize it was Qiu Shiyue.

Inside, a lively birthday celebration was taking place. Sasha didn't want to spoil the atmosphere, so she didn't struggle and followed her outside the venue.

One last glance back, giving Blizzard, who was approaching with a worried expression, a reassuring look: It's okay, I can do it.

Blizzard was still worried and followed, but when they reached the corner, they heard Qiu Shiyue say:

"If I were you, I wouldn't keep dragging Da Tou along to train with you all the time. That's selfish, you know?"

The blizzard was about to rush out when it suddenly heard Sasha's clear laughter:

"You wish it were me."

"You!" Those few words were enough to hit Qiu Shiyue hard.

"Is there anything else? If there is, don't tell me." Sasha turned and left.

Blizzard tiptoed away and sat on the table at the back of the crowd eating cake, seemingly unaware that Sasha had come in.

She sat there swinging her legs, eating with great enjoyment, seemingly oblivious to her presence.

Sasha tried her best to keep her eyes open without blinking, and when her eyes got tired, she rubbed them and immediately turned into a pitiful little dumpling.

"Xiaoxue..."

We finally made it through.

"Huh?" Blizzard turned around, startled to see her red eyes. "What's wrong?"

Sasha: "Qiu Shiyue bullied me, and she even tried to hit me just now..."

Qiu Shiyue, who had just come in from outside, overheard these words and finally understood what it felt like to be wronged:

"I don't!

"Shut up." Blizzard dismissed Qiu Shiyue and quickly jumped off the table.

Sasha continued, "Sigh, I thought I could manage, but I didn't expect that I still can't do it without you..."

She glanced up cautiously, hoping Blizzard would continue the conversation.

Logically, Blizzard should be saying "I'm not going anywhere" or "I'll stay here."

She couldn't say it, and she couldn't make any promises.

she says:

"With me here, no one can bully you."

Sasha sensed that there was something holding back in his words, but she didn't dare to delve into it.

The warmth of sleeping close to her in winter was real, yet she always felt that blizzards were very far away from her.

With the person right in front of her, she understood the metaphor but dared not ask.

Is this what growing up is all about?

After eating the cake, many people dispersed, and Qiu Shiyue reached Da Tou's side without having to squeeze through the crowd.

She bit her lower lip. "Brother, I haven't eaten yet."

Big Head glanced at her sideways, not wanting to talk to her, but also not wanting to get angry at the happiest moment.

The cake was big, but there were also many people.

He pointed to the last piece left on the plate, "Take it and eat it, then disappear."

"That one is too small, I want that one!"

She pointed to a piece of cake that was clearly hidden under Big Head's hand, "That one has strawberries and cherries on it, I want to eat that one."

Without saying a word, Big Head used his knife and fork to scoop up the small piece and casually placed it on Little Fatty's paper plate next to him.

"Eat more and you'll gain weight, you've gotten so thin."

Then he picked up the plate next to him and left, saying to Qiu Shiyue as he walked, "Even beggars are picky."

Seeing that he left quickly and with a clear goal—towards Sys—she got angry and decided to make Da Tou jealous.

She stood in front of the chubby boy, "Brother Dong~"

Little Fatty got goosebumps all over his body, then took a bite of the cake that had suddenly appeared on his plate.

"I've already eaten, do you want more?"

Qiu Shiyue felt a little shy about this intimate contact, but she said, "It's okay, I don't mind."

The chubby boy immediately finished his meal in two bites and stood up, saying, "But I dislike you."

Before leaving, he turned back and said to her, "Your presence has made me finally understand the harm that air pollution does to the human body. I suggest you degrade yourself."