Transmigrating into a Book: Beating Up the Little Tyrant Today

There are winners and losers; for every winner, there is a loser.

Blizzard was thinking about how to comfort her.

She was twirling a spare rubber sheet in her hand, lost in thought.

Hearing someone call, she turned her head and squeezed out a sound:

"Xiaoxue, I've been waiting for this day for so long."

"Do you know what's the most frustrating thing? During the closed training period, I changed my serve and even dreamed about practicing the hook shot. Then, in the third game of the final, I got a net ball..."

She sniffed, "The internet says I'm 'Zhi Teng Pian' (a type of herbal medicine), but nobody saw how much ibuprofen I swallowed..."

A video on her phone, which wasn't turned off, was somehow played, playing an advertisement that sang "KFC Crazy Thursday V Me 50".

Then, in an instant, his voice transformed into a clear, youthful one:

"But if you VIP me for 50 and buy me an Orleans chicken burger right now—I'll give you a live tutorial on how to do a backhand topspin shot right from the gym bathroom!"

Blizzard chuckled wryly: "So you're grinding heartbreak into chili powder, dipping it in tears, and eating it like fried chicken, huh?"

Since his debut with two championships in 17, he has participated in many competitions, both big and small, and has become accustomed to adjusting his mindset on his own.

She also dropped her wry smile and cheered herself up:

"Let's go back to China and make the chickens in Beijing tremble!"

Upon landing in Beijing, the familiar atmosphere of the national territory immediately greets you.

The group was in high spirits and made plans to go out for a big meal after they got back, as the food in Tokyo was really not to their liking.

At the airport, he called out to her several times, "Why are you going towards the restroom? There's no security check there."

"This isn't the way; this is the exit."

"Come back! Where are you going?!"

"I'm not looking for the boxes, it seems like one is missing."

He patted the box in his hand, "You've walked right past it without even noticing, but the box has seen you."

“Exactly,” Blizzard chimed in, “making me search aimlessly with you.”

"..."

It was so much better to go to Tokyo without Qiu Shiyue.

Blizzard changed the subject: "How did you feel when someone blocked your car the other day?"

"I hope the windshield wipers can slap her across the face."

"Hahaha, you're quite the tattletale. You immediately told the coach, and not only did she get caught and sent back, but she also couldn't come to Tokyo. That's really satisfying."

The group unanimously agreed, especially Little Fatty, who was quite afraid of her.

Sending harassing text messages in the middle of the night is one thing, but then going on to say he's fair-skinned and youthful, and that he wants to compare himself to him, practically implying he wants to touch him.

If I weren't afraid of losing face, I would have reported her to the coach for harassment.

Back at the Sports Federation, after putting away our luggage and settling in, we went out for hot pot.

As a result, the hot pot restaurant was completely blocked, so the group quickly left the mall, dejectedly bought a few egg pancakes from a roadside vendor, and returned to their base.

Along the way, Little Fatty kept praising the egg pancake: "I always said that egg pancakes are the best value for money. They don't waste time, have meat, vegetables, and carbohydrates, are nutritionally balanced, and are affordable. They're definitely worth having."

Blizzard: "As expected, he's the unofficial spokesperson for egg pancakes."

"So you bought three copies?" the teacher asked.

"One late-night snack, and the other one, I'll save for breakfast tomorrow."

Which words are lies?

The three of them said in unison, "We'll save it for breakfast tomorrow."

"I'll take this back to My."

"I'll keep this one for Da Pang and Gao Yuan." (He took one upon arrival.)

Little Fatty protested: "Two people share one serving!"

"Gao Yuan is thin and eats little."

They gave a thumbs up: "They really know how to save food."

"It should, it should."

-

Qiu Shiyue was disappointed that she couldn't go to the Tokyo Olympics, but she received some good news.

She hadn't done anything yet, and didn't know what to do, when she heard that Beibei's condition was worsening and she was going to die.

During this time, she would occasionally send him messages of concern.

As autumn approaches, Dad should remember to keep warm. When it rains, Dad should remember to bring an umbrella.

The autumn heatwave reminds Dad to drink herbal tea to cool him down.

She played in the National Games in September, but she didn't put her heart into the game, so it didn't matter that she was eliminated in the round of 16.

She has other things to do now. She didn't win because she wasn't prepared, and it was just the National Games, not a world-class competition, so she lost.

When she saw Blizzard lose, she tried her best to suppress her laughter from the stands.

……

The sweltering heat has subsided, and the leaves have all fallen.

Qiu Shiyue heard some good news: Beibei is dead.

At that moment, I instantly felt that all the effort was worthwhile.

What's more, he brought her a gift.

It was a paternity test she had requested a long time ago, and it was delivered to her by express delivery today.

"...supports the claim that the woman tested, Qian Fang, is the biological mother of the child, Qiu Shiyue."

The words still smell of ink.

nailed it.

To prevent Qiu's mother from interfering with her plans, she made a special trip to see her and explain the situation.

"I'm going to get what I want now, so you're not allowed to bother me. You'll have to play along when the time is right, understand?"

Qiu's mother didn't understand, "Why would he agree to make this fake for you?"

Qiu Shiyue snorted, "Before, it was me who wanted it; now, he wants to confirm whether I'm really his biological daughter. I gave him my hair so he could fake it for me, and he could verify it on the spot. Doesn't that make him look for an excuse to ask me for my hair?"

Qiu's mother trembled all over: "So, even if he knew you were his biological daughter, he was still willing to lie?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's precisely because he's certain I'm his biological child that he doesn't care about faking it."

The mother, filled with shame and indignation, threw the fake report on the ground. "His act of verifying your identity is an insult to me! It's a disgrace to me! I'm your own mother! You knew he... doubted my innocence, yet you still handed it over. Are you even my biological daughter?!"

Qiu Shiyue also became anxious: "Whether I am your biological daughter or not is not important, as long as I am his biological daughter! You should be glad that you didn't do anything reckless, otherwise you wouldn't be able to stay in this city at all!"

"What kind of person is your dad? Does he think everyone is like him?!"

Qiu's mother collapsed to the ground, covering her face and weeping.

"It's because I protected you too well, not letting you know anything."

“Before you, I was pregnant with a child. He took me to get a checkup, and it was a girl. He used sweet words to tell me that my career was more important now, and he made me have an abortion.”

"Then it was you. The checkup showed it was a girl. He wanted me to have an abortion, but I refused. It was my fault for not protecting the first one properly, and I can't make the same mistake again."

"He wasn't there when I gave birth. You had a big head, and I had a difficult labor. The doctor in the white coat used forceps to pull you out."

"I had a severe tear and was allergic to anesthesia. I had to get over twenty stitches without any anesthesia, and I just endured it."

"You were only three months old when he was at the hospital watching over that woman giving birth, while I was comforting you with one hand and holding the diagnosis that I couldn't have children with the other..."

The only sounds in the small room were her own sobs and breathing.

Qiu's mother removed her hand from her face. The room was empty except for the door, which wasn't closed tightly and was being blown back and forth by the wind.