Transmigrating into a Book: Beating Up the Little Tyrant Today

With the Olympic warm-up matches about to begin, Qiu Shiyue couldn't sit still in Beijing. She resorted to her old trick and asked her mother to give her leave. Unable to take a flight, she took a train for more than ten hours, including transfers, and finally arrived before the Olympic warm-up matches.

Before I could even feel relieved, I realized that it was useless to arrive.

The coach didn't know she was here. She should be at home now, but she's in Weihai and can't get into the venue.

She wandered around the base for a long time before finally finding a cheap guesthouse to stay in, where she ate instant noodles while trying to buy tickets for the warm-up match from scalpers.

It was supposed to be just a warm-up match, but because there weren't many tickets available, they were ridiculously expensive when they were sold to scalpers, making her hesitate to participate.

She could only continue making harassing phone calls to her father, hoping that he still held a place for her in his heart.

To save money, she basically never goes out and stays in her room scrolling through Douyin (TikTok).

During the call, she pushed the blame onto her mother, asking her to lie for her.

When her mother called, she complained again, and her mother didn't dare to say anything more.

I just finished eating sauerkraut-flavored instant noodles and was looking for a bargain in various ticketing groups when I saw that Da Tou had registered an official account and posted on Douyin.

She watched that video of her juggling the ball countless times, cupping her face in her hands and acting like a lovesick fan. It had 1000 views, but she watched it 999 times by herself.

They were stunned when Sasha's video was released.

Were these two in cahoots?

Before she could figure it out, her mother called again. She hung up impatiently, but her mother kept calling.

The thought that she would have to provide her with money made Qiu Shiyue answer the call.

"Baby, Mommy changed jobs. Now I work in a clothing store. They don't think Mommy is old; on the contrary, they think Mommy knows a lot and has great fashion sense. I have to thank the old days for letting me not have to wash dishes all the time..."

"What are you going to say?"

Qiu's mother stopped reminiscing about the past and said what she had kept in her heart for a long time.

“I was so well protected by my parents before. After they passed away, I met your father. I never went to work and never experienced the dangers of the world. I always thought the world was a beautiful place.”

"If I could, I would want you to keep this innocence forever. Now I can't do that anymore, I can't win back your father's heart, but the thought of you gives me the strength to stand up again."

"My child, I always want to ask you, you clearly love playing table tennis and you were selected for the national team at a young age, so why don't you train hard and strive for the championship in the future?"

"You put it lightly."

Qiu Shiyue scoffed, "I do like table tennis, I like winning first place, and I like the proud look in my dad's eyes when he looks at me. But ever since he abandoned you, abandoned me, abandoned this family, no matter how hard I work or how many championships I win, it can't compare to the tension he feels when Beibei coughs."

"So, that's why you're not training properly?"

"Didn't you tell me that I'm good-looking, like a movie star, that being an athlete is tough, and that I should find a good family to marry into, so I could be as happy as you? Now that I've found the happiness I want, why do you want me to fight for championships and suffer again?"

Qiu's mother was speechless.

She did say those things, but at that time...

She sighed deeply, "I'm the one who's dragging you down."

"As long as you know."

Qiu Shiyue said, "If you really care about me, then transfer me more money."

Qiu's mother transferred another thousand yuan to her.

“My commission is high now, and my performance is good, so Mom doesn’t have many expenses. Whatever you want, Mom will give it to you.”

Qiu Shiyue chewed on an apple—apples were her least favorite fruit—and said casually, "I want that Beibei dead. Can you do that?"

Qiu's mother was terrified.

"Silly child, don't talk nonsense."

She hung up the phone in a hurry, but Qiu Shiyue burst out laughing.

The child is the fool.

She stole my father, and now she's sick and almost driven insane by the fever. This is karma.

He took a big bite of the apple.

-

Qiu's mother gave her the money, but it was far from enough to buy tickets.

By the time the warm-up matches started, she had given up hope, but the day before the warm-up matches ended, she received a call from Qiu's father.

"You said in your message that you wanted tickets, right?"

Qiu Shiyue wouldn't ask why she hadn't spoken to her for so many days; she would only answer in the same coquettish tone she used when they were children:

"Yes, Dad."

"I've been pulling strings these past few days to get an admission pass, which I'll send to you by express delivery. It should arrive tomorrow morning."

"Thank you, Dad. Dad is the best."

Standing outside the ICU, Qiu's father looked at the girl inside, who was on a ventilator, and could no longer express how sweet her father was.

He was saddened that his Qiu family line had ended and there were no boys left.

Now he has a daughter who seems to be leaving him at any moment.

Fortunately, there's still one left.

Yueyue is still young and doesn't hold a grudge against him for his past behavior of treating her hot and cold.

very nice.

-

The 10th was the last day of the warm-up matches. Qiu Shiyue received the package and immediately put on a mask and hat before entering the stadium.

Since it was just a warm-up match, not an official event, there weren't many people in the stands.

She was fully disguised, afraid of being recognized.

Fortunately, I caught up.

Today's match is a battle of the sexes and a showdown of crucial points. Coach Liu Guoliang has come up with a brilliant idea:

He had each team send three players to compete in a crucial match, and the first match was between Chen Meng, the world's number one in women's singles, and Xiao Pang, the world's number one in men's singles. Blizzard watched with wide eyes from the first three rows as the world's number one players battled it out.

Male athletes are superior to female athletes in terms of physical fitness and strength, so Coach Liu set the rule.

The score at the start of the game was 6-8 in odd-numbered games, with the male player giving the female player a 2-point advantage.

Even-numbered games start with a score of 8-9, and the male player gives the female player a 1-point advantage.

The first game was an odd-numbered game, with the score at 6-8.

Chen Meng's serve was a bold, long serve, catching Xiao Pang off guard.

She followed up with another long ball, but Xiao Pang had anticipated it. In the backhand rally, Xiao Pang pulled back a point.

Chen Meng then served a short forehand, followed by a smooth backhand topspin and sideways turn. The two engaged in a forehand rally, and she scored another point.

On that ball, the chubby guy served a short forehand, quickly received a backhand with his hand, and tried to break through her defense.

But to my surprise, Sister Meng's defense was at its maximum, and she was not afraid of Little Fatty at all.

In a final, spectacular mid-to-long-range rally, Chen Meng took the lead and secured match point. Ultimately, Chen Meng won the first game with a score of 11 to 8, prompting Blizzard to clap their hands in celebration.

In the second game, Xiao Pang received guidance from Coach Li during the break and tied the score in a backhand rally.

Xiao Pang's spinning ability caused trouble for Chen Meng. Even though Meng Jie responded decisively, Xiao Pang countered with a straight-line pull, and in the end, Xiao Pang won the game 11-9.

Qiu Shiyue was originally searching for Da Tou's figure in the crowd, but her gaze was unconsciously drawn to Xiao Pang.

I felt a burning sensation in my heart and my breathing became rapid.

I never expected the chubby guy on the field to be so charming.

Her gaze had always been focused on Big Head, and she had completely forgotten about this beauty.

Wow, he's so fair-skinned, especially after he sweats...

Shasha.