Transmigrating into a Book: Beating Up the Little Tyrant Today

Chapter 191 One Against Four

The two saw Blizzard changing clothes by the wall not far away, covering her mouth and chirping softly. After she finished speaking, they deliberately laughed out loud, afraid that she wouldn't hear them.

He was laughing so hard that tears were streaming down his face, and he didn't even see how the fist came towards him.

The girl on the right, who was hit by the sandbag number one, stumbled first because she was used to it, and had to hold onto the wall behind her to regain her balance.

A burning sensation appeared at the corner of his mouth, and when he reached out, his hand was covered in blood. Before he could even process what had happened, he was punched in the stomach, the pain so intense he couldn't straighten up.

Blizzard coldly replied, "I didn't say who I was looking for, and you all said they weren't here. Are you the rectum in my belly that you know me so well?"

After a moment of surprise, contestant number two on the left quickly came up to help, holding up her bag from behind and hitting her.

It wasn't very hard, but it hurt so much; it hit her head right away.

She shook her head and saw that Number Two was trying to grab her hair. She dodged him and grabbed her hair instead, dragging her into the toilet like a dead dog.

Seeing Sasha surrounded, Blizzard lost interest in continuing to teach Number Two a lesson.

To prevent Number Two from getting up again, he wrapped her hair around the faucet, shut off the drain, turned on the faucet to fill it with water, and kicked her in the knee.

Number Two, fearing being flooded, frantically untied the knot in his hair, oblivious to where the blizzard was heading.

The two girls surrounding Sasha, one of them noticed the blizzard coming in and tried to warn the other.

The other was focused on questioning Sasha and paid no attention to her at all.

"Tell me, are you with Da Tou? How could you be with him? He's mine! You don't deserve him!"

Number Four ripped off Sasha's coat and stomped on it a few times.

Sasha clung tightly to the collar of her short-sleeved shirt, preventing Number Four from escalating his evil deeds further; Sasha was unable to break free.

Her eyes lit up when she saw the blizzard.

Enraged, Blizzard kicked the woman on the left in the back of the knee, forcing her to kneel. He opened a stall, grabbed her hair, and shoved her into the toilet, causing her to choke on water several times. After Blizzard let go, she collapsed by the toilet, retching incessantly.

She let go not out of pity, but because she needed to deal with Number Four now, leaving time for Number Four to play around with.

Number Four wasn't afraid at all, and even gave me a defiant look.

Just as Blizzard raised his hand, Sasha suddenly shouted, "Behind Little Snow!"

She was hit on the back of the head with a stick, and when she turned around, she saw who it was.

Number One was holding a mop, and surprisingly, even though she was writhing in pain, she still managed to get up and give her a whack.

Number Four held onto Sasha's clothes tightly, preventing either of them from helping.

Blizzard blamed her entirely for the sneak attack.

Number One raised the mop, but Blizzard easily dodged it and snatched it away. However, after lightly slapping her thigh twice, she collapsed to the ground.

Blizzard threw the mop on the ground, his adrenaline surging, his hands trembling, and looked at Number Four's face: "To deal with you, I don't need weapons."

Number Four remained unconvinced, scoffing, "I'm a Taekwondo black hat, you know—"

Blizzard stomped hard on her toes and pulled her hair while she looked down.

While pulling hair doesn't require any skill, it's the most effective trick.

Number Four immediately released Sasha while protecting her scalp, and didn't forget to kick her in the groin. Blizzard grabbed her ankle and pulled her backward, causing her to do a split.

Blizzard grabbed his hair, wrapped it around his hand, and slammed it against the wooden partition several times before letting go.

With a thud, the girl fell to the ground.

Blizzard picked up a mop from the ground and stuffed it into her mouth with his bare hands.

She mumbled, "Didn't we say we wouldn't use weapons?"

Blizzard explained as he handed it out, "This is a reward, not a weapon."

When her mouth was full, Blizzard unzipped her coat, wiped the dirty water off her hands and the clothes inside the coat, and then forcefully ripped off her coat.

He held her hands down above her head, preventing her from taking out the mop, then sat on her stomach and slapped her.

"If you like being treated like this, you must like being treated like this. Let me touch your little face, does it feel good?"

Despite the pain in her left shoulder, Sasha stepped forward to help Blizzard up.

Blizzard remained unmoved, staring intently at the girl with a mop in her mouth: "Why didn't you say thank you, you rude girl."

Blizzard was furious. He hated people with no manners. He shook off Sasha's hand and then lovingly stroked her face.

Sasha couldn't pull her away, and then she saw that the water in the pool was almost up to her mouth and nose.

Hate, why not hate.

But she had to go over and turn off the tap first.

A red figure flashed past the door, a patellar brace wrapped around his left leg. He spotted Sasha immediately.

"How are you."

"Quickly, pull Xiaoxue away!"

Big Head went inside and saw a girl with wet hair crawling out of a cubicle, kneeling behind Blizzard, holding something that looked like a book above her head.

He rushed forward and pushed the girl aside, causing the photo album in her hand to fall to the ground, scattering many of his autographed photos.

He glanced at the photos, precisely picked up the signed ones, and tore them to shreds in front of the girl. Without even searching, he threw the photos and albums onto the red bucket of water used for rinsing mops against the wall.

"Do not--"

The cramped restroom quickly filled with people: security guards, coaches, volunteers, and those who just wanted to join in the fun.

Blizzard didn't have the energy to check who was on the list.

She was only human, so how could she not be afraid when facing four opponents alone? Her legs were still trembling. Only with Sasha's support could she finally breathe a sigh of relief. Her head was so sore that she could no longer stand steadily.

All I remember seeing before I lost consciousness was Sasha's worried eyes and Qiu Shiyue hiding behind the coach with a sinister look on her face.

She could no longer stay conscious and, with her last strength, said, "Don't tell my parents." I don't know if Sasha heard her.

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When Blizzard woke up again, he felt dizzy and disoriented. After calming down for a while, his first reaction was to check the time on his phone.

It's 1:30 now, and she's slept for an hour.

She lifted the covers to get out of bed, only to find that she had an IV drip in her hand.

"do not move."

Jiang Yang put down the half-peeled apple he was holding and let Blizzard lie down again.

"Why is it you?" Blizzard asked hurriedly again, "Did Sasha and the others win or lose?"

"Lost."

Jiang Yang tucked the blanket around Bao Xue.

Blizzard ripped the covers off, "No need to tuck me in, I'm not sleeping anymore. Sasha must be feeling unwell right now, I need to go comfort her."

"The match happened three days ago."

Blizzard couldn't believe it. He glanced at his phone, then looked out the window: "You mean, today's sun is already the sun of the 22nd? I've been unconscious since the 19th?"

Jiang Yang said, "You woke up during that time, but it seems you don't remember."

He picked up the apple again and started peeling it: "The surveillance footage shows that you were hit on the back of the head before you entered the bathroom. Afterwards, they searched the girl's bag and found a power bank inside. Sys also said that you were hit with a stick in the bathroom and now you have a mild concussion and are confused, so it's normal that you don't remember."

Blizzard slumped onto the bed in the single-occupancy hospital room, the only sound the soft slicing of an apple being peeled by Jiang Yang.

"I thought I could protect them."

"Why?" Jiang Yang asked.

"what why?"

Why do I feel guilty?

Blizzard was too exhausted to explain, and leaned against her pillow, recalling every moment of that day.

Thinking back, she arrived just in time; to the naked eye, Sasha didn't appear to have any external injuries.

She asked, "Is Sasha hurt?"

Jiang Yang shook his head: "I'm not sure, I just heard that she bumped her left shoulder and played through the pain during the match."

Before she could ask any further questions, he continued, "After the four girls were arrested, they confessed that they were able to enter the inner area because they found four temporary passes—how does that sound?"