Transmigrating into a Book: Beating Up the Little Tyrant Today

Jiang Hao: "I didn't expect you to be faster than me. I didn't collect as much as you, but it can still be kept as part of the evidence."

"This is the result of our collective efforts; the rest is up to you."

“Very good.” Jiang Hao flipped through the PPT. “However, nearly half of the accounts look like zombie accounts, without real-name information, which will be somewhat difficult, and it will also be troublesome to file a lawsuit.”

“We can file lawsuits against those with high likes and shares, demanding compensation and apologies.”

Blizzard knows Sasha very well: "I don't think Sasha will ask for compensation, since she was unaware of what I did. I just hope they can apologize online."

"Although I know that my efforts are insignificant, I am unwilling to see an athlete who wins glory for the country surrounded by such a corrupt atmosphere."

“Sasa hasn’t dared to look at her phone lately, and I really feel sorry for her.”

Blizzard further emphasized: "I have specifically highlighted two accounts in red. Remember to focus on prosecuting them, and it would be best to get Weibo to ban them."

Jiang Hao knew without asking whose account it was.

"I understand what you mean."

She moved her finger and found a white profile picture, briefly explained the situation, and the other party quickly replied.

With permission, Jiang Hao shared his WeChat account with Blizzard:

“I have a lot of coursework lately, but he has already finished the next assignment. I can’t keep up with him. With his help, I will definitely be able to do more. I told him about it, and he was willing to help.”

Blizzard's WeChat name is Jiang Yang, and he hesitated for a while.

"Hello Jiang, what I'm about to say might seem like a form of moral blackmail to you. Please forgive me if I offend you."

"I asked you for help not only because we are friends and because of your profession, but also because you have volunteered and witnessed the hardships of athletes firsthand. When you see such appalling comments, you can empathize with me."

"Jiang Yang... I'm not saying he's bad, but I don't know if he can understand my 'seriousness,' seeing the athletes being attacked, genuinely using legal means to defend them, and devoting all my energy to it."

"I'd rather believe you can truly speak up for them than he can."

Jiang Hao immediately understood her point and sent a hugging emoji.

"I understand your idea."

Jiang Hao didn't type; she called directly, afraid that Blizzard would misunderstand that she sent Jiang Yang's WeChat message because she didn't want to help.

"I'm not passing Jiang Yang on to you as an excuse. I understand your concerns and will try my best to gather evidence from other sources."

"Secondly, you don't really need to worry. Jiang Yang once mentioned that he watched a table tennis match when he was in junior high school, and he has liked table tennis ever since."

"It's a pity he doesn't have the talent. At most, he can only watch others practice and treat it as a hobby, not a professional career. But he loves table tennis. He can name all the retired and active players and knows their glorious achievements like the back of his hand."

"He doesn't have many friends, but I guess I'm one of them, haha. We have something in common because of table tennis. You know, some people want to pay him to do research projects, but he ignores them completely."

Jiang Hao's lighthearted tone made Blizzard temporarily forget his malice and feel fortunate that the girls around him were all wonderful girls.

Blizzard didn't say anything more: "After all, this is our own business. We won't exploit you just because we're friends. I will pay the normal lawyer's fee."

"Hey!" Jiang Hao said urgently, "Talking about money is too formal, and besides, I haven't even taken the bar exam yet, I'm just an algorithm student at best."

Blizzard: "Your hard work is worth it, regardless of the certificate. I'm willing to pay for it."

Jiang Hao's eyes welled up with tears. "Your words moved me more than if you had given me money."

After speaking my mind, I felt much better.

Blizzard, in a playful mood, said: "Then give me all your money, and I'll Google some nice things to say to you."

-

As it turns out, Jiang Yang was indeed a good helper.

After a brief greeting on WeChat, there was a long period of silence until he sent me a file.

Blizzard has finally realized the difference between professional and amateur.

Her PowerPoint presentations were long and lacked focus, while his revised ones were concise and to the point, with each slide containing key information and accompanying applicable laws.

He handled all the lawsuits and similar documents, but since Blizzard wasn't a party involved, the agency agreement required Sasha's signature.

Blizzard deliberately chose to show Sasha the PPT after she finished training and washed up, sitting on the bed before going to sleep, hoping that she would feel relieved after watching it and have a good night's sleep and sweet dreams starting tonight.

But this time I was wrong.

Sasha sat in bed, flipping through the PPT from the first page to the last, and then back to the first, keeping her head down and remaining silent.

Blizzard called twice but received no response.

I was really worried, so I threw back the covers and got out of bed. I leaned down to look at Sasha's expression.

Her eyes welled up with tears, like the fresh scent of a water truck on a street at six o'clock.

When asked if she had cried, Sasha said it was because she had just taken a shower.

"I'm sorry," Blizzard apologized. "I didn't consider that these comments might remind you of something unpleasant. I didn't think it through. I should have just told you directly. Why did I show you these things? It only caused you more trouble."

She slapped her thigh in anger.

Sasha immediately helped her rub it.

After signing the paper-based agency agreement, Blizzard took a photo and sent it to Jiang Yang.

She received a reply that the message had been received, and then showed it to Sasha, saying, "Don't worry, I won't let those people hang around online for too long."

"Xiaoxue," Sasha whispered.

"Ok?"

She looked at Blizzard: "You know, when I was in the second team, I always had the same dream every night when I slept."

“I always cry in my dreams. Besides my parents and Coach Zhang Qin, there is also a short-haired girl whose face I can’t see. She tries to help me up after each training session when I’m exhausted and collapse, but she can never reach me. She is anxious and worried.”

"I was a little nervous before the year-end round-robin tournament. In my dream, I told her that I really wanted to see her face, and she turned her back and left my dream."

"The next day, I saw her, not in a dream, but on an ordinary noon. She was standing behind Da Tou, looking at me. Now she's standing behind me, supporting me."

Even though the two had spent so much time together, Blizzard had never heard her mention this period.

He scratched his head, then shamelessly admitted that it was her.

"So you dreamed about me this early in the morning..."

“Yes,” Sasha smiled. “I told you I missed you, and you came.”