Transmigrating into a Book: Beating Up the Little Tyrant Today

Not long after the blizzard returned to Weihai, the authorities instructed the athletes to join Douyin (TikTok) and bring up the topic of fancy ping-pong ball juggling to cheer for the Chinese team.

She took some fairly standard photos, just grabbed a stainless steel rice bowl, and bounced it around more than thirty times before bursting into laughter.

Fortunately, it could be edited out in the end, so there was no need to reshoot.

After laughing, he seriously cheered for the Chinese team.

Xu Quanmian was the most outrageous. He juggled a ping-pong paddle magnified a hundred times, almost as big as a bed. He could catch the ball without even moving his feet. He only stopped when the cameraman almost slapped him until he caught a cold.

In this kind of task-based system, Da Tou is always obedient but lacks spirit; he does whatever he's told to do, and a smile is never an option.

Regarding the props, the cameraman simply gave him a water bottle.

Before taking the water bottle, he suddenly wondered what Sasha wanted to use.

I sent her a message asking.

Sasha: "I won't tell you, I'm afraid you'll plagiarize my ideas."

"You think this thing is going to be copied? Are you afraid I'll copy it more than you?"

Sasha got excited, "I used a small shovel, it's really difficult, okay?"

Big Head seemed to be deep in thought, then ran to the cafeteria and borrowed a shovel.

Aside from the shovels from the cafeteria, there are only the iron shovels from the garden; I don't believe she can still use those.

If two people have the same item, then they're using the same product, hehe.

I bent down, took a picture, and sent it to her: "Look, my little shovel. How many times do you flip it later? I'll flip it more than you."

Sasha: "Naive—I juggled 43 times." She casually said a number.

"Then I'll definitely bounce much more than you."

He put away his phone. "I'm going to use this to bounce around."

Cameraman: "Okay, let's begin."

Big Head counted silently in his mind.

1, 2, 3... 15, 16... 40, 41, 42.

He stopped after 42 bounces, said his closing remarks to the camera, and after the cameraman finished editing, he released the first Douyin post on his official account.

He thought she should be able to see it.

"Ding"

is her.

She saw it.

"How could you get 42 wrong? I told you the answer and you still got it wrong. Even if I helped you cheat, you still wouldn't pass."

He could imagine the angry, disapproving face displayed on the screen opposite him.

I typed a few words and sent it.

"Sasha, come and take the picture, we're just waiting for you!" the cameraman called to Sasha.

"I'm coming."

Just before she put down her phone, the following message appeared on the lock screen:

"I'm willing to lose to you forever."

My heart skipped a beat. I instinctively swiped right to cancel the screen display, put my phone down, and calmly went to record a video.

Holding a tiny shovel that was about the size of her face—she has a small face, so what's wrong with using a tiny shovel? Who would dare to object?

As filming began, she started counting as well.

1, 2, 3...

40, 41, 42.

Her count stopped at 42 without hesitation.

After the photoshoot, she replied to his message:

"I don't want you to lose to me, I want us to be evenly matched."

Big Head: "Okay."

To type the word "好" (good), you only need to press three letters.

In the span of three letters, he had imagined their entire lives together.

-

In the evening, after washing up and lying down in the dormitory, just as Blizzard was starting to feel sleepy, she heard Sasha calling her.

"Xiaoxue... Xiaoxue."

"Ok?"

"Are your pajama sleeves and pajamas a set?"

"..." Blizzard opened his eyes helplessly, "No, the sleeve is my pants."

"Are you stupid? How could the sleeves be pants?"

Blizzard was furious: "Are you stupid? How could the sleeves not match the clothes?!"

"Hehehe, I just have a little trouble sleeping."

"Then you count sheep."

“It doesn’t work.”

Blizzard replied listlessly, "Then you count the dumplings."

Sasha obediently counted the dumplings.

Less than three minutes later, she woke Blizzard again, saying, "I'm hungry."

"...Where am I supposed to steal dumplings for you in the middle of the night?"

She pulled out her treasured potato chips from under the bed and tossed them to Sasha.

I fell asleep for the third time, but was woken up again shortly afterward.

This time, Sasha didn't call her, but there seemed to be a little mouse on the bed next to her, making a constant, rhythmic clicking sound that kept her awake.

Blizzard sat up angrily, "You'd better give me a reason why you're so excited in the middle of the night, otherwise I'll..."

"go to bed!"

She rushed off to wash up again, then ran back without daring to say a word, and immediately crawled into bed.

He couldn't resist opening his phone in bed and looking at the last "good" that he had written.

Holding her phone close to her heart, thinking of the upcoming Olympics, and glancing at the blizzard—she covered her ears with her hands and fell asleep again.

Opportunity, friendship, and love are all there.

very nice.

She didn't laugh out loud, but her crescent-shaped eyes betrayed her.