Transmigrating into a Book: Beating Up the Little Tyrant Today

In the women's singles final, in the passageway where everyone was waiting to take their turn, Blizzard waited quietly for the host to call her name.

The eel behind her patted her.

"What are you thinking about?"

Blizzard turned around and replied, "I want to eat hot pot; I don't like the food here."

The eel raised an eyebrow: "We were thinking the same thing."

Then he gently pushed her forward: "Go on, you'll have to treat us when we get back this time."

……

Blizzard held the Gi.G. Cup, carefully examining the names of past champions. Now, her name will also be engraved on a corner of the trophy.

Beijing.

The winter wind was biting, and the wind outside stung people's faces.

Inside a hotel private room, everyone's face was flushed from the warmth of the heating, and the smell of alcohol filled the air, making even those who didn't drink feel drunk.

As others clinked glasses and exchanged toasts, Blizzard went to the restroom and, passing behind Eel's seat, gently tapped the back of her chair with her index finger.

After she finished vomiting in the bathroom, Eel washed his hands in front of the mirror and waited for her.

"You didn't drink any, so why did you throw up?"

After rinsing his mouth with the mineral water the eel gave him and washing his face in the pool, Blizzard finally felt a little better.

"I didn't expect to win. My body hasn't processed the news yet. I ate too much and threw it all up. I feel terrible."

The eel laughed incredulously, "I've never seen anyone like you."

"Sigh, there's nothing I can do. I've lost too many times, and when I suddenly win, my self-protection system crashes."

Thinking back to a few years ago, I always felt like I would lose before the competition. Even though I was a little upset after losing, I still ate well.

"Want to go out for some fresh air?"

Blizzard nodded, went to the front desk to buy two bottles of electrolyte water, and took the elevator to the hotel rooftop.

The view from the rooftop is amazing; you can see the entire landscape, with all you can see are the tops of tall buildings.

Her mind went blank at that moment, and she couldn't think of any good words.

The eel kept her company as she drank her fill of water. She didn't say a word, just kept drinking until she finally broke the silence by speaking up.

"Describe your feelings in one word right now."

The eel thought she would say she was happy.

She said, "Emptiness."

The eel reacted for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter: "You're getting a bit Versailles-esque."

Blizzard's fingers dug into the railing. "I just realized that even when you win, your knees can shake."

"The more you win, the less shaky you become."

The eel drank all the water, threw it into the trash can, and dragged the blizzard downstairs.

"I thought you were scared to go to the toilet and asked me to come with you, but I didn't expect that I wasn't wearing a down jacket when we came to the rooftop. I'm freezing to death."

Blizzard chuckled and shouted that he was drunk on electrolytes, then hugged the eel tightly, saying, "Let me warm you up."

-

On days without competitions, it's still just training, eating, and sleeping.

Inside the stadium, people were training intensely, while outside, a light rain was falling and a cold wind was blowing, giving it the feel of winter.

The people inside were wearing short sleeves and were still sweating profusely.

Blizzard and Sasha were practicing, still pondering some key shots from her match against Eel, constantly refining their approach and searching for the optimal solution, when they heard someone shout from behind.

"Sasha, come here, someone is looking for you."

Blizzard stopped serving, signaling her to go first, while he picked up his tablet and watched those frames back and forth, waiting for her to return.

A few minutes later, Sasha returned, her steps light and her expression cheerful, jogging towards Blizzard.

Blizzard put down his tablet: "Shall we continue practicing?"

"and many more."

She showed her phone screen to Blizzard, "Do you remember Teacher Liu? She came to me, added my contact information, and told me I could contact her if I needed anything in the future."

Blizzard thought for a moment, "It's her."

Sasha nodded. "When she heard that I didn't have a head coach, she applied to the Table Tennis Association before the Tokyo Olympics. Before I had a head coach, she assisted me with my training in her spare time."

When Blizzard saw the hope reappear in her eyes, a huge weight was lifted from his heart.

Her heart ached when she recalled how hesitantly she spoke to the camera, saying, "This year has been pretty good, hasn't it?"

Blizzard exclaimed, "That's great."

Sasha put her phone back in her bag, stood opposite the snowball table, and kept wiping the rubber back and forth, over and over again, but she showed no intention of serving.

"Little Snow."

"Ok?"

Blizzard thought it was about to begin and got ready.

Sasha said, "I don't know how to thank you."

Blizzard straightened up. "Just buy me a McDonald's Nine Treasures drink."

"That's from KFC."

"McDonald's doesn't have Nine Treasures?" Blizzard said. "Then you're welcome."

Sasha lowered her gaze, not daring to look at her, and sniffed as she called out, "Come on, catch the ball!"

Blizzard returned the ball over the net, but Sasha didn't catch it. Instead, she ran straight towards her and hugged her like a koala.

"You always think of me so much, why are you so good to me?"

Her arms were held tightly, making it impossible to ruffle her hair. She sighed helplessly yet affectionately:

"Because it's you."

While Da Tou was practicing with the resistance band, he inadvertently glanced back and saw the two of them being all lovey-dovey again. He let go, and the resistance band hit his forearm with a snap, making him clutch his arm and spin around in pain.

Little Fatty had just finished warming up and was feeling hungry. Seeing Big Head fidgeting, he asked with concern, "Are you hungry too? You're even behaving like a madman because you're hungry. I'll go out and buy you an egg pancake. Remember to protect me if the coach finds out!"

Big Head wanted to call out to him, but he was in too much pain to open his mouth, and could only watch helplessly as Little Fatty went out for a big meal under the guise of doing what was best for him.

Well, he'd already gone. He took out his phone and texted Little Fatty to remember to add two eggs to his meal; he was injured and needed to recover.

He continued training.

However, Little Fatty didn't realize how hungry he was until he went out.

He kept glancing towards the door, and it wasn't until he was practically a "starving stone" that Little Fatty returned, empty-handed.

"Where's my pancake? Don't tell me the owner didn't set up his stall; I saw the sauce on your lips."

Little Fatty casually wiped his hands and pulled out an egg from each of his two pockets. "Here, two eggs."

Big Head stared at the two eggs in his hand... still in their shells, and was speechless for a moment.

Little Fatty explained, "The boss finished making the pancakes for me, but the stove went out of fire, so I couldn't make any more."

Big Head: "...The furnace hopes that if there were no Little Fatty in this world, there would be no workplace injuries."