Transmigrating into a Book: Beating Up the Little Tyrant Today

In addition to treatment, Blizzard would also tie resistance bands to the doorknobs in her dormitory and do resistance training while brushing her teeth.

Having been away from the training field for a long time, most people knew she was injured. Kind-hearted people brought her food and hot water, and even helped her take off her pants when she went to the toilet.

"Thank you, thank you, hurry up and go."

Blizzard pushed away someone who wanted to undo her belt, and only went to the toilet after everyone had left.

So enthusiastic.

Just after the second week, Blizzard kept his promise to Big Head and went to training in the morning, but Sasha pushed him back to bed.

"Da Tou didn't know before, but now that he does, how could he possibly let you go? He's just staying put."

By the third week, Blizzard had finally had enough.

I secretly peeled off the kinesiology tape and went to the training hall around 8 or 9 pm. At this time, the athletes were exhausted, both physically and mentally, and were counting down the time in their minds, waiting to go back and rest.

Blizzard quietly walked to a table in the corner and borrowed the self-service ball machine to practice serving.

Her current strength and speed are not comparable to those of an average person, so finding someone to train with is not very effective and will only delay other people's training.

Qiu Shiyue's mind wasn't on the ball; her eyes were wandering, and she happened to spot her.

Recalling the speculation from a while ago, she hit a ball, aiming at her right shoulder.

whoosh-

Shot empty.

Blizzard straightened up and looked at the culprit.

Qiu Shiyue walked towards her, "Oops, I missed, sorry."

She grinned and picked up the ball from the ground. As she looked up, a small, rapidly spinning white ball grazed her cheek, making her face feel slightly hot.

She covered her face: "What are you doing!"

"Your technique isn't good enough, I'll teach you. It's a pity you bent over and didn't see it. Do you want to try again?"

Blizzard swung his racket, and Qiu Shiyue took two steps back.

"If you mess with me, you'll regret it! Don't think I don't have anything on you!"

Blizzard rolled his eyes. "Aren't you leaving? You're not leaving, are you?"

She pretended to raise her hand to fire again, but Qiu Shiyue immediately dodged.

He grabbed his phone angrily and went into the bathroom. With a resentful look on his face, he registered a new Weibo account and posted photos he had secretly taken of Blizzard and Jiang Yang.

And write a large title:

"An athlete from a certain country is juggling two relationships, one within the team and one outside."

They also hired online trolls to repost the story multiple times and contacted marketing accounts to expose it.

When Qiu Shiyue woke up from her nap, she was expecting to see news about Blizzard's reputation being ruined. She opened her phone and found that the number of reposts was quite high, but it seemed that... no one was injured or killed.

The most popular repost came from an account called "Violent Aesthetics," with the following text:

"I always said my idol is a woman! My sexual orientation is normal, yay!"

……

What's going on?

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When Xiao Mei saw the report that morning, she exclaimed three times in a row and immediately took a screenshot and sent it to the fans she had added as friends during the last game.

"Look, my idol is actually a girl sometimes, besides playing basketball! He's really something, his relationship has been exposed."

Blizzard's days consist of recovery, training, and rest.

I saw it trending three days later, and I was completely baffled.

That time with Jiang Yang was just a meal, so it's understandable that the marketing accounts wrote all sorts of nonsense about it. But what's with this "two-timing" thing? Who did she cheat on?

Blizzard was getting ultrasound done, but he still couldn't stop thinking about this.

The doctor's words brought her back to reality:

"Your supraspinatus muscle tremor frequency is wrong. Have you been secretly practicing your backhand again?"

"...As expected of a professional."

The doctor seemed unfazed and said, "I've set the same parameters for your shoulder injury as Zhang Jike's in the 2014 World Table Tennis Championships."

Blizzard: "Then I am truly honored."

The cool coupling gel made her instinctively flinch when it was applied to her shoulder.

The palm-sized probe is connected to the main unit's screen, displaying the fluctuating sound wave frequencies.

The instrument emits ultrasonic waves that vibrate millions of times per second, a thousand times faster than the spinning ping-pong ball.

These sound waves can penetrate the skin and create miniature "shockwave massage" at the site of supraspinatus muscle edema.

Sound waves generate heat through friction in deep tissues, much like simmering injured muscles over a low flame on an induction cooker.

The goal is to "burn" the disordered inflammatory factors and promote vasodilation and blood supply.

After the treatment, the muscles will feel a brief tingling sensation, as if you have just sparred with a robot for three hundred rounds.

Before I left, the doctor said, "Change the rubber to a softer sponge to reduce the load on your power. If your backhand is painful, you might as well change it."

Blizzard seemed to understand, thanked them, and left the treatment room.

I took out my phone, and a Weibo post about her immediately popped up—

what?

Is the ship in her team the largest?

It does not make sense.

Are these marketing accounts starving? They're spouting nonsense out of hunger.