Transmigrating into a Book: Beating Up the Little Tyrant Today

Blizzard was sitting on the bed giving himself a massage when Sasha called.

As soon as the call connected, Sasha's huge smiling face filled the entire screen.

"Guess what I'm doing."

"Step back a little, let me see."

Sasha shook her head: "How can we guess if we've already seen it?"

"childish."

Big Head's voice came from the side, accompanied by a faint laugh, and upon closer listening, it seemed to be accompanied by the sound of strings.

She immediately understood what the two of them were doing.

Blizzard smiled and said, "I can't guess. You tell me."

Sasha straightened up, revealing her guitar, her face beaming with excitement: "Hahaha, you never guessed, did you? Big Head, you lost a hundred to me."

"Okay," Big Head said.

"Transfer now."

"One hundred Zimbabweans is equivalent to 0.011 yuan. Here's one yuan for you, keep the change."

He sent out a red envelope, looked at Sasha with a sly grin, and after receiving a glare in return, smiled with satisfaction.

Blizzard: "...Is anyone with you?"

“You were here just now, but you’re out now. What shady things are you trying to say?” Big Head said.

Blizzard: "What I'm saying is, if you die, it'll be a worthless death."

Big Head: "Hanged up."

I hung up the phone manually.

"Ignore her, come on, I'll continue teaching you to play the guitar."

"Are you sure you can handle this?" Sasha asked skeptically.

"Men can't say no."

Sasha couldn't help but suppress her laughter, and to save him some face, she turned her face away while laughing.

"Stop laughing. I'll teach you with your left hand first. You need to hook your left hand outwards, pressing with your fingertips... then bring your hand out a little more..."

He subconsciously pinched Sasha's fingertips and pulled them upwards, but quickly let go after realizing what he had done, his eyes reddening all the way to his ears.

She was engrossed in practicing her fingering and didn't notice his shyness.

"Sasa, you smell like 82 orange soda."

"Am I expired?" Sasha asked seriously.

All the ambiguity has vanished.

"I mean, you smell very strong."

Sasha sniffed her sleeve. "You still caught me sneaking a drink of soda."

"You drink soda during your period?" he frowned.

"Alright, stop talking. Let's practice the piano."

Big Head huffed, "I told you to raise your hand, what's wrong with your arms? They're so short."

Sasha pressed down on the strings, looking directly at him: "Don't force me to slap you in a room filled with music."

"I was wrong."

Big Head slid down to apologize, his previous arrogance completely gone. "Let's practice first, this is the simplest. Your thumb is responsible for the top three strings, and the other three are responsible for the bottom ones. I'll play the chords for you."

Gradually, Sasha progressed from playing one note per second to playing legato notes, and even with the left-hand chord posture unchanged, she could play a short melody. She picked it up quite quickly.

She looked up excitedly, wanting to show off to Big Head, only to see a camera pointed at her.

"What are you doing."

Big Head: "Record the beauty of life."

Sasha rolled her eyes at him again, then lowered her head and continued strumming.

The wind outside the window, the temperature right now, a warm but not dry summer day—everything is just right.

-

"Why didn't you reply to my text message?" the crew-cut man questioned Qiu Shiyue over the phone.

"I've said it before, I won't reply to any messages, contact me by phone if you need anything."

"Whatever you want. I'm just asking you, when are you going to arrange to meet that Xue? I need to make my move so you can pay me."

Qiu Shiyue tapped her knee with her index finger, looking at the clear blue sky outside the window and the vibrant life by the wall, feeling very happy.

The Tokyo Olympics will start around July 20th. She needs to injure Blizzard before then, ideally right after the Olympics start, so that she doesn't even have a chance to recover. It would be best if she couldn't even go.

"I will arrange for her to go out in early July. She can follow my instructions at that time."

"No way, it's going to take more than half a month. It's really not easy to get your money."

Qiu Shiyue hung up the phone, pondering the possibility of tricking Blizzard into leaving.

……

Blizzard's shoulder is much better now, so he's back in Weihai for training.

Qiu Shiyue was so anxious that her gums became inflamed, but she was helpless.

Right now, it's not just about Blizzard; there's something even more important—the economy.

She really had no money left.

She humbled herself and asked her father for money, but he could never answer her calls.

She couldn't understand why things had turned out this way.

She is an only child, born into a happy and warm family, and the only hardship she ever experienced was drinking iced Americano.

Now I'm bursting with excitement, and I also have a younger sister who's about the same age as me.

The father's family enjoys themselves in a big house, while the mother spends the New Year in a rented room, leaving her all alone in the national team.

Her father used to be proud of her being an athlete, so why has he changed? She's become less valuable than her sickly younger sister.

She sat by the window until dawn. When her physical trainer called, she said she was sick and so hungry that she felt weak all over and refused to move an inch.

The little white rabbit doll in her hand has a huge needle stuck in its head.

Several large characters were written on the snow-white belly with a pen, the black ink soaking the cotton cloth:

"Beibei, go to hell."

She just needs to die.

I am my father's only child.

A man approaching fifty should have children early if he's capable; otherwise, he won't only have one child outside the marriage.

Although Qiu's father loved her when she was young, he would sigh from time to time that she wasn't a boy.

Therefore, once Beibei dies, everything—the lost fatherly love and money—will belong to her.

Those who stand in the way of her happiness should all die.