Transmigrating into a Book: Beating Up the Little Tyrant Today

Just as she said, Blizzard has been leaving get off work on time these past two days, never lingering any longer.

He used to be inseparable from Sasha, but now he's all alone.

During breaks from training, she would wander around the training base, not checking messages or surfing the internet. The only function of her phone was as an alarm clock. When the two were not together, Sasha would only contact her by chance.

After evening training ended that day, Blizzard said goodbye to Sasha and left.

Sasha wanted to shout but stopped.

She seemed genuinely devastated.

Big Head wiped the sweat from his palms, straightened his headband, and prepared to practice serving a few more times.

Noticing the worry on her face, I brought up the suggestion from two days ago again.

"I have a plan. It's not guaranteed to be permanent, but it will definitely keep you full of energy for the next few days."

"What trick?"

"I'm not telling you," Big Head said.

Sasha thought for a moment, "Okay, you give it a try."

Big Head turned around and released the ball, concealing the triumph on his face. When he turned back, his expression was normal. "Just talking isn't enough. I think pictures will make it more convincing."

He opened his phone as he spoke.

The familiar street scene on the screen, the dim streetlights of my memory, and the two elongated shadows beneath them—

"Do you want to die!"

Sasha shoved him, "You dare!"

Da Tou turned off his phone.

“I understand that you don’t want to make it public, but Xiaoxue is not an outsider. You think you should have said it a long time ago.”

She silently picked up the ball and turned her back.

There were people doing extra training in the stadium, and even if everyone tried to pretend they couldn't see them, it wasn't a place to talk.

Da Tou practiced for an hour with a sense of frustration, only putting away his racket when it was time to close the door.

Sasha packed up very quickly, crumpling her clothes up as she prepared to leave.

He wanted to cover his eyes, but he couldn't hide his desire to clean her up.

Sasha picked up her little white bag and left. As she passed Big Head, she heard him sigh softly. Then, her hand felt lighter as he took the bag, placed it on the ground, unzipped it, and pulled out a sushi roll, stacking it up.

"They wouldn't wait for me, and they wouldn't even let me fold the clothes."

Sasha looked at the top of Big Head's head, where his hair bounced up and down with his movements.

He carefully aligned the seams of the clothes, folded them neatly, and put them in his bag.

The bag, which was originally bulging, loosened under his careful planning, and it seemed that it could even fit a courtyard house inside.

"Go."

Big Head handed the bag to Sasha, then squatted down to tidy himself up.

I squatted down to untie my shoelaces and change my shoes, keeping my head very low, not wanting to see her footsteps as she left.

Even when he moved at his slowest speed, he didn't hear the sound of footsteps leaving.

He glanced up and saw a splash of yellow in front of him, and suddenly felt confident.

He wouldn't look up, slowly changing his shoes and removing the patellar brace, while also scratching his hair.

Sasha glanced at him, then turned to leave.

He immediately panicked: "Okay, okay, I'm all better now."

Then, I packed my things and followed her.

The walk back to the dormitory was too short; before we were even ready to speak, we reached a fork in the road.

Da Tou tried several times to resume the conversation but couldn't say anything. He scratched his head and said, "Goodnight."

What I wanted to say.

Big Head turned around, "What?"

“I said, I wanted to say it, but I wanted to find the right time.”

His weariness vanished instantly. "Really? When do you plan to?"

"I want to win the gold medal at the Tokyo Olympics."

He calculated the time. "It won't be long. I can wait. Are there any conditions attached? Or is it just a date?"

Sasha touched her ear, "I want to win the women's singles title at the Tokyo Olympics first..."

Big Head immediately blurted out, "That's too long."

"Just over a month."

He pouted, "It's so long."

"Why are you in such a hurry? We've been through so much already."

He looked pitiful and said, "I... well... I feel insecure. I can accept not telling outsiders. But when the people around me don't know, I feel so unreal."

Sasha punched him, "Is it real now?"

Big Head took the punch head-on, not even crying out in pain, "No!"

Sasha ignored him and went back to her dorm to wash up.

After walking a while, I realized there was no sound behind me. I turned around and there he was, standing under the streetlight, motionless.

Because of the backlighting, his expression couldn't be seen; all that could be seen was him nervously twisting and rubbing the fabric on his trouser leg.

I'm afraid of him.

Sasha wanted to shout, but then thought it would be too loud, so she took out her phone and sent him a message.

When Da Tou saw her pick up her phone, he immediately realized what was happening and stared at the screen waiting for a message.

"Ding"

There is no sound more beautiful than this.

The most beautiful words were the four words Sasha sent.

Sasha saw him standing there grinning foolishly and shook her head helplessly.

So coaxing.

-

Blizzard hasn't been able to leave work on time for a long time, and these past two days without overtime, my muscles aren't so sore as much.

Even if we can't go out to play, walking around the base is fine.

I walked around sweating profusely, then went back to wash up and lay down immediately.

I don't look at my phone or reply to messages.

My phone has been ringing a lot tonight. I've been lying down for ten minutes and the notification sound keeps going off.

I forgot to turn off the mute function.

I picked up my phone, closed my eyes to adjust to the bright light, and saw that the top of many unread messages was from Jiang Yang.

"Our teacher took us to Yantai to observe a case. It's not far from Weihai. I heard you have a chain dumpling restaurant there, let's go eat there!"

Blizzard glanced at the message but didn't reply. He turned off the silent mode and was about to put his phone down when another message came in.

"You treated me to dinner and a movie twice last time, so this time I'll treat you to dinner. I don't like owing people things."

Blizzard still didn't want to reply, but felt there were loopholes in his statement.

Unable to resist, I replied, "I paid for the meal, but the movie tickets are yours."

She took the bait, and the other party immediately replied, "The movie tickets are yours now, they're free."