Transmigrating into a Book: Beating Up the Little Tyrant Today

Aunt Qian answered the phone and hurried downstairs. As soon as she left the dormitory building, Qiu Shiyue opened the door.

Aunt Qian wrapped her scarf tighter and asked the person on the other end of the phone, "What's wrong?"

"There's braised pork in the dishes tonight, and everyone's waiting for you to make the caramel. You can't not come back."

Aunt Qian: "Okay, okay, I'm coming right now."

She returned to the cafeteria, changed into her work clothes, and asked Aunt Li, who was on good terms with her, "Where's the bowl of congee with preserved egg and lean pork that you specially saved for me at noon? I'm a little hungry now, can you give me something to eat?"

"I gave it away."

"Is it that little girl?" Aunt Li said knowingly. "But I'm telling you, even if she looks a lot like you, she's not your youngest daughter, Qianqian. Didn't the police already issue a death certificate?"

Aunt Qian paused in putting on her hat, then chuckled dryly twice. "I just saw she was sick and didn't come to eat. Besides, I always know how to make pear soup when that child is sick and coughing."

Her voice trailed off: "It's not just because she looks like Qianqian."

Aunt Li shook her head and stopped talking.

-

Qiu Shiyue desperately wanted to return to the training ground, but Liu Guoliang refused no matter what.

Later, unable to resist the persistent questioning, Liu Guoliang agreed to let Qiu Shiyue stay a distance away to listen to what the instructor was saying and learn something from it.

Wearing a hat and mask, and holding a notebook, Qiu Shiyue sat outside the fence, listening to the instructor talking to the team members with his back to her, while she was facing everyone.

She was distracted, her eyes fixed on the headshot in the first row.

Da Tou hadn't slept well last night and yawned sleepily, just in time to meet Qiu Shiyue's shifty eyes. He jolted awake instantly.

"You're a student from a very poor family, aren't you? How many times have you yawned in five minutes?"

The chubby boy chuckled behind his back.

Big Head leaned back and whispered, "From now on, when we line up, you stand in front of me."

"Why? Are you afraid the teacher will scold you?"

Da Tou glanced at the teacher who was still talking. He did look at him more because he yawned a few times, but it wasn't as scary as the feeling of Qiu Shiyue constantly spying on him.

"I'll trade you two egg pancakes."

The chubby boy arrogantly tossed his head: "No..."

"A deluxe version of the giant egg pancake."

"make a deal."

After the teacher finished speaking, the class was dismissed. There was a brief regrouping before noon, and Little Fatty stood in front of Big Head as promised.

When he felt Qiu Shiyue's death stare, he finally understood why Da Tou had switched places with him.

"I don't want the egg pancake anymore, I'll change it back next time."

Big Head looked at the teacher intently, nodding frequently in agreement, without sparing Little Fatty a single glance.

"You're so unfair..."

Halfway through the story, that creepy feeling returned.

Little Fatty saw Qiu Shiyue behind the teacher, half her face hidden under her notebook, her eyes staring straight at him.

When she saw the chubby boy looking over, she became excited and whispered, "Dongdong, would you like to have lunch together?"

The teacher was interrupted, and he turned to Qiu Shiyue and said:

"You don't have a mouth to eat with, so you have to ask Fatty for one?"

Qiu Shiyue was taken aback: "How can you hear me when I'm speaking while wearing a mask?"

The teacher laughed in exasperation: "You're just burying your head in the sand, aren't you? Very well, very well."

The teacher was annoyed by her restless behavior. "If you're sick, act like you're sick. Why are you eating with others? Are you trying to spread your cold to others?"

Qiu Shiyue lowered her head, her eyes filled with resentment.

The teacher, seeing everyone snickering, said meaningfully, "From now on, if you're sick, just rest properly. Don't pretend to be enthusiastic. You've been here for a few days but haven't been paying attention and have been bothering others."

Qiu Shiyue realized they were talking about her. She winked at everyone behind the teacher, thinking that besides being the center of attention, that thing was too afraid to look at her.

Liu Guoliang heard about this in the afternoon. The team doctor told her that Qiu Shiyue no longer needed to take medicine and that she could return to training once she was no longer sick.

When she's told to rest, she doesn't want to, but when it really comes to getting up at six and coming home at ten every day, she can't stand it.

Why did the coach come back early after leaving home?

Thinking she should go back to training, Qiu Shiyue received a phone call and hurriedly asked for leave and left home.

When he returned, he looked refreshed and all his ailments were gone. He even asked to go back for training.

After an afternoon of training, everyone was exhausted, including Blizzard. But when the coach said that they had found a few more cell phones and that Qiu Shiyue had identified them, and that they had been sent for repair, they realized that they would no longer have to run as punishment in the mornings.

Blizzard's eyes lit up immediately.

Overjoyed, she looked at Qiu Shiyue, who remained indifferent, which was completely out of character for her.

Judging from Qiu Shiyue's reaction that day when she said she was going to report her, she definitely wouldn't be as calm as she is now once she found the phone.

Blizzard's bright heart suddenly dimmed, feeling that this phone was beyond repair, and even if it were repaired, it wouldn't contain any important information.

Seeing that she was in low spirits, Sasha comforted her in a low voice: "Didn't the coach say before he left that you don't have to do your penalty runs? Why are you still unhappy?"

Blizzard shook his head.

"Cheer up," Sasha said, "Shall we go set off fireworks on New Year's Eve?"

"Is there a place where we can set off fireworks?"

"Yes, let Brother Fang take us to a place where smoking is not prohibited, and we can let loose to our hearts' content."

Big Head chimed in from the side.

"That's fine."

Da Tou walked towards Qiu Shiyue, who was overjoyed. Before Da Tou got close, she said, "I have plans for New Year's Eve, but if you..."

"You have plans?" Big Head followed her words. "Perfect timing, there's no room for you in the car."

Qiu Shiyue: "..."

"Then why did you do that to me on the playground that night...?"

Blizzard leaped up and covered Qiu Shiyue's mouth: "I've explained to you countless times that it was me, why don't you still believe me?!"

Qiu Shiyue pushed her hand away: "I won't listen, I don't believe it!"

"You just believe what you think, right?"

Qiu Shiyue didn't care what Blizzard said; she was convinced that the person she had been flirting with that day was Da Tou.

"Did you find your down jacket in the drying area? Besides me, is it okay for anyone else to put it in there, Brother?"

"Perhaps he asked you to put it there."

Qiu Shiyue is stubborn.

In other words, Qiu Shiyue was sick a couple of days ago and didn't have the energy to do anything, but now that she's almost recovered, she's bringing up old issues again.

Blizzard left the training hall without saying a word. When Qiu Shiyue saw her leave, she knew that her thinking was right, and she continued to pester Da Tou.

I rushed back to the dormitory as fast as I could to grab something, then sprinted back to the training hall. There were hardly any people in the training hall at that time; they had all gone to the cafeteria.

Qiu Shiyue grabbed Datou's bag, preventing him from leaving, and demanded that Datou give her an explanation and take responsibility for her.

Little Fatty looked helpless, and Sasha didn't know what to do either, so she just stood there anxiously.

Blizzard rushed forward with a massage hammer and started hitting Qiu Shiyue, striking her in a similar order to that day, to help her recall the events.

Qiu Shiyue screamed as memories of that day resurfaced in her mind.

Blizzard got more and more excited as the fight progressed, thinking, "So now they believe it's me and not him?!"