Transmigrating into a Book: Beating Up the Little Tyrant Today

Sasha was talking to someone when she unknowingly walked in front of Big Head, not expecting that she had been targeted.

A familiar touch crept up my cheek; I knew who it was without even turning around.

She instinctively raised her hand to block, but then thought about how the person behind her was prone to anger and she would have to coax them. There weren't many spectators at the match, and it was uncertain whether anyone would even film them, so she lowered her hand.

Seemingly encouraged by her lack of struggle, Da Tou became even bolder.

He pulled her into his arms and stroked her, her short hair brushing against his chin, her chubby face irresistible.

Blizzard stood by and talked to Sasha with a calm expression, as if he was used to it.

Big Head asked Sasha in a low voice, "Why are you still carrying water? Aren't you tired?"

Sasha immediately had an excuse, slipped away from his embrace, and went to the other end to relieve herself.

Big Head's arms suddenly felt empty, lacking warmth. He put his hands behind his back, feeling the lingering warmth at his fingertips. He watched as Sasha returned after relieving herself and stood on the other side of the blizzard. It was difficult to make a move, so he gave up the idea of ​​continuing.

After reviewing the video she had just recorded, Qiu Shiyue had only one thought in her mind: Is Blizzard not angry?

Why can't she?

After the awards ceremony, they decided to have a small get-together.

Da Tou borrowed a seven-seater car and went to the garage to get it first. The others got ready and waited for him at the entrance of the base.

He got the car keys, and as he bent down to fasten his seatbelt, just as he was about to release the handbrake, he saw a person standing in front of the car.

Big Head remained silent, only revving the engine.

Qiu Shiyue didn't dodge; she just looked at him with an expression of resignation.

Da Tou released the accelerator and rolled down the window. Upon seeing this, she ran over, looking aggrieved.

"What a coincidence! And I knew you wouldn't want to bump into me."

With a "Are you alright?" look on his face, Da Tou said seriously, "I just don't want my athletic career to end because of you."

"What on earth do you want to do?"

Qiu Shiyue bit her lower lip. "I just want to ask you, why can't I do it?"

Big Head frowned: "Why are you asking me if you can do it or not? Go ask your coach."

After saying that, she was about to leave, but she clung tightly to the window frame.

"You know what I mean, why can Sys and Blizzard do it, but I can't?"

She must not be speaking Chinese, otherwise why couldn't he understand her?

However, he understands metaphors.

"Even stray cats know that they should move to a new territory after being chased away three times. Your level of 'evolution of dignity' has given me a new understanding of biology."

He rolled up the window. "This car doesn't have an anti-pinch function. You don't care about your career, and I don't need to care for you either."

The car window rolled up quickly; he genuinely didn't consider whether she would actually get caught, his indifference as if he were looking at a stray dog ​​on the street.

She was wrong. He would give a stray dog ​​a sausage, but if he met Qiu Shiyue, he would just kick her sausage away.

Just before she was about to be trapped, she let go.

She stood there, watching the car exhaust fumes.

The phone rang, and I answered it without even looking to see who it was.

“Baby, Mom’s sales have been good these past few days, so I just transferred some more money to you. Treat yourself to something nice.”

Qiu Shiyue's hoarse voice, unusually devoid of any sarcastic remarks, said, "That's all the money I have."

She said "okay".

Qiu's mother quickly noticed something was wrong. "What's wrong, baby? Did someone bully you? Your voice sounds strange. Are you crying?"

Qiu Shiyue's face was streaked with tears, and her hand gripping the phone so tightly that her fingertips turned white.

He doesn't really love himself, because love is like a mother's; you can tell something's wrong with her just from one word.

But this is not what she wanted.

-

The Tokyo Olympics were held as scheduled. In the days leading up to the start, Sasha checked that comment every night:

"What makes you think you can go?"

She told her mother, "I've been waiting for this day."

On the day of the mixed doubles final, they all sat in the stands to watch the match.

Blizzard was focused on the Xinwen duo's relentless pursuit of points on the field, while the incessant sound of rain outside filled his ears.

She couldn't hear the rain from this spot, but she did. She heard the rain, heard Xiaozao's tears, and heard her apology.

I heard them standing in the rain waiting for their ride without umbrellas after they left, and I could feel the sorrow in their hearts.

Sasa's silver medal in the singles competition is already a great achievement in Blizzard's eyes.

But how could one not see her loneliness?

The big-headed men's singles player with a P card was not qualified to play and sat with her in the stands, watching everyone's disappointment.

Blizzard felt utterly powerless.

Knowing the ending, and having a greater advantage in foresight than others, yet powerless to change it.

The wind was cold on the way back to the city.