Transmigrating into a Book: Beating Up the Little Tyrant Today

These days she barely responds to outside messages, and her parents rarely call either.

Sasha didn't even know she was injured, so how could he have known?

"During the break between your last game with Eel, you didn't dare to wipe your sweat with your right hand. I consulted a doctor about this after watching the video."

Just as Blizzard was about to speak, the team doctor brought over a spray.

"We'll talk next time. I'm busy now, goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, the team members used a spray on her.

"Get a sick leave certificate and go out for an MRI to check the situation."

Blizzard: "No need, I think it's fine."

The team doctor ignored her words and wrote out a diagnosis, telling her to take it to the coach.

"You were fine a few days ago, but you must have been doing some high-angle training since then, otherwise you wouldn't be in so much pain."

Blizzard seems a bit guilty.

On the very first day of training in Weihai, I came to see the team doctor.

Things were alright then.

It's been even more difficult since that day when I teamed up with the eel for a competition and fought against the sea bream.

Even going all out doesn't guarantee a win, let alone playing conservatively, which would only lead to an even worse defeat. She has no choice but to give it her all.

After that, he found it increasingly difficult to lift his arms.

The strength and conditioning coach didn't want to schedule a training program for her and told her to rest.

Blizzard was afraid that Sasha would notice something was wrong, and didn't want her physical fitness to suffer, so she did some simple training.

The team doctor applies ice packs to the acromion every morning, noon, and evening.

Thinking of this, Blizzard suddenly laughed, "You have no idea, the night after I fought with the eel, I was in so much pain that I wandered around the base and you weren't here, so I went to the canteen to find some frozen meat to use as a cold compress."

"I was even caught red-handed by an auntie on duty. She thought I was hungry. I told her I was practicing sports medicine. She didn't understand, but she was very shocked: Frozen meat is also medicine?"

The team doctor chuckled twice, handed her the diagnosis report, and urged her to go back and rest: "Put a folded towel under your armpits when you sleep tonight to prevent unconsciously raising your arms and worsening your condition."

The next day, Blizzard asked the coach for leave and went to the hospital after indicating that he did not need anyone to accompany him. He queued up to make an appointment and had a check-up in the afternoon.

After finishing the MRI in the afternoon, I immediately went to the team doctor with a worried look on my face: "The doctor said I should rest for a month and a half. Right now it's just minor wear and tear, and the supraspinatus muscle is edematous. If this continues, it may develop into a tear that requires minimally invasive surgery. It might take two months to resolve."

The team doctor said, "I told you to get tested, and you thought I was exaggerating. Do you believe me now?"

Blizzard sighed.

The team doctor looked at the test report and said after a while, "Regarding the rest time, doctors are always conservative. Of course, the more rest you get, the better you recover. But I don't think you're someone who can rest for two months. Let's stop training for four weeks and see how things go."

“No way!” Blizzard immediately refused. “Four weeks? I feel like the sky is falling if I don’t practice for four days.”

The team doctor seemed to have anticipated her reaction, "Then two weeks, stop training for two weeks, do an ultrasound, do five times first, it'll be quick."

Blizzard didn't understand, but at this point she knew she couldn't be stubborn anymore; she was genuinely afraid of a breakdown in the relationship.

In the following days, Blizzard was always elusive, appearing and disappearing without a trace, one second he was practicing his legwork and the next he was gone.

But she always goes to sleep first at night.

A week later, Sasha couldn't take it anymore and punched Big Head, telling him to carry out his previous plan, but to be careful not to overdo it.

Big Head grinned, but then realized his happiness was based on Blizzard's emo, so he suppressed his smile.

Knowing that Blizzard always sneaked off to eat by herself, Da Tou stopped her after training that noon: "Wait."

"how?"

He had been eager to try for a long time, but when the time came, he was a little shy.

Blizzard narrowed her eyes, noticing his hesitant expression. "Why are you being so coy? Are you really planning to join the women's team?"

"Go ahead." Her teasing tone made Da Tou relax a lot. "Do you remember when you asked me, 19 or 20?"

Blizzard thought for a moment, then his eyes lit up. "So the answer is?"

"..." Big Head finished speaking in a low voice, then turned his head to the side and refused to look at her.

Blizzard grinned wickedly, "No picture, no proof. I just have one question: behind the Temple of Heaven Park, near the southern moat, you two..."

Big Head touched his nose. "I was still young then, but we revisited the place later."

As he spoke, he took out his phone.

Blizzard teased him with a series of "Yo~ Yo~ Yo~" sounds, and Big Head feigned anger, "Are you watching or not?"

"look look look!"

The two men acted like spies making a rendezvous, with Da Tou standing tall and back straight, protecting the phone screens in their hands from being seen by others, while Blizzard shielded his eyes from the sunlight to look at the screen.

In the photo, on a park path, the dim lighting casts two figures, one tall and one short, side by side on the ground. There is no intimate contact, yet the atmosphere is filled with sweetness.

Blizzard couldn't remember how many times she had mentioned the national essence, but she felt her face turn red, as if she were in a sweet romance.

Da Tou put away his phone, looking serious.

"Since you started giving me extra training, I've been able to spend an extra half hour with Sasha every day. But since you stopped coming, the training schedule has changed every day, and we rarely get to talk. Just think of it as me and Sasha's sake, cheer up, and let's train as usual every day and work hard together, okay?"

Blizzard really wants to say yes.

She had only felt that there was potential between them before, but nothing was certain, and she didn't dare to think too much about it. She respected every choice Sasha made.

Once she knew the inside story, she would appreciate every move and expression they made during their training together. How could she possibly miss out on this gossip?

but--

"I……"

This time, Blizzard seemed hesitant to speak.

"What, do you have concerns?"

Blizzard followed up on his words, saying, "It's fine if we didn't know before, but if we train together again, won't I be a third wheel?"

"It's okay, I'll pretend you don't exist."

"..."

"Also, why did you tell me instead of Sasha?"

Big Head said embarrassedly, "Nobody knows about our relationship, and I really want a formal title, so..."

"Oh, does she know you said that?" Blizzard asked.

"I know, I know," Da Tou quickly explained. "I won't make things difficult for her. I'm telling you, she definitely knows. She's worried about you and wants to cheer you up. We didn't expect that losing the game would be such a big blow to you."

Having said that, what reason could Blizzard possibly have not to agree?

“During this time…” She thought for a moment, then the team doctor texted her asking why she hadn’t arrived yet, so she immediately changed her answer:

"It's probably because I couldn't break through the bottleneck before, so these days the physical trainer has been revising my training plan with me, changing the old methods, and helping me break through, so I haven't been on the training field much."

"Okay, I'll be there in three weeks, no, two weeks, two weeks. Consider it my way of showing my love for you!"

"Okay!"