Transmigrating into a Book: Beating Up the Little Tyrant Today

Sasha and the others went to training first, while Blizzard went back to the dorm to put away the food she hadn't finished eating.

On the way back, I spotted a familiar figure on the roof of the dormitory building.

She didn't pay attention, went back to her dormitory, put her things down, and locked the door. The door next to her creaked in the wind.

Qiu Shiyue didn't lock the door?

Blizzard peeked through the crack in the door; no one was there.

As I walked down two steps, I suddenly remembered something and ran towards the rooftop.

There's a door leading to the rooftop, which is usually locked, but when I went to check it out during the blizzard today, the lock had been broken.

She made no sound, approaching the door very slowly. Because the door was not opened or maintained often, the hinges were rusty. Blizzard knew the noise would be loud, so she only peeked inside through the crack in the door.

She changed her angle from left to right before she could see a figure from behind.

It seems to be Qiu Shiyue.

"Won't she jump off the building?"

Blizzard's heart skipped a beat.

Qiu Shiyue had her back to her, her hair flying in the wind, and her fists clenched tightly.

Today, most people heard what she said about Qiu Shiyue and saw Qiu Shiyue leave in a huff. If she really threatened to jump off the building to punish the coach, whether it was a real or fake jump, the coach would not let it go unpunished.

It's quite possible that he'll agree to anything she asks in order to prevent her from doing anything foolish.

To prevent this from happening, Blizzard calculated the time it would take to get to her.

The distance from her to Qiu Shiyue was about ten steps, no more than fifteen steps at most. She should have enough time to rush over the moment the door opened.

Blizzard silently counted, 3, 2...

"Why don't you leave?"

Qiu Shiyue suddenly spoke, startling Blizzard.

Discovered?

"Your aunt is worried about you."

Why can I still hear Aunt Qian's voice?

Blizzard craned his neck, trying to see the direction Qiu Shiyue was facing, which was blocked by the door. He saw a black figure, wearing the same cotton-padded coat that Aunt Qian often wore.

"Ah."

Qiu Shiyue's voice was extremely soft and sarcastic. Especially from a distance, it would have been completely inaudible if Blizzard hadn't been paying close attention.

Aunt Qian's voice sounded somewhat urgent.

"You said that Auntie had ulterior motives and deliberately told Blizzard to go find you for me, but I really didn't."

Qiu Shiyue turned to look at her.

Aunt Qian continued, "I've always been good to you and to them, but it's different for you and for them. I... I really didn't expect you to think of me like this. Hearing you say these misunderstandings about me makes me really sad."

"What does your sadness have to do with me? Who are you to me?" Qiu Shiyue said. "Also, don't put on this hypocritical act. There's no such thing as a free lunch. You're not my mother. Who knows what bad things you're up to? You're in cahoots with Blizzard, aren't you?"

Qiu Shiyue thought about it more and more and felt that this was possible.

"You pretend to be nice to me first, and then cooperate with Blizzard to embarrass and make me look bad. Is that your goal?"

Blizzard couldn't stand it anymore and was about to push the door open when Aunt Qian's words interrupted her.

"Since that's what you think, then pretend I was never here."

Seeing Aunt Qian walk towards the door, Blizzard immediately slipped downstairs and hid in the dormitory.

Qiu Shiyue speaks bluntly, assuming the worst of everyone, yet her words seem to have some merit.

Why is Aunt Qian paying so much attention to her?

Are they relatives? If they were relatives, they would definitely help her, so why would they be so nice to us?

However, it would be best if Aunt Qian could see it clearly, so she wouldn't have to take action.

She planned to go back up after Aunt Qian came down, and rush over immediately if Qiu Shiyue showed any intention of jumping.

She sent Sasha a message saying she would be back later.

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Aunt Qian placed her hand on the cold doorknob, and tears, which she had held back for more than ten steps, still streamed down her face uncontrollably.

Once he leaves, he will never be able to get close to a face that resembles his daughter's again.

She bit her lower lip, setting aside all pride, and walked back behind Qiu Shiyue.

"Then promise Auntie you won't jump, okay?"

"I won't..." Qiu Shiyue scoffed, "What right do you have to demand that of me?"

"Qianqian."

"what?"

Aunt Qian said, "Qianqian, you look a lot like my Qianqian."

"The eyes are similar, the nose is similar, and the mouth is similar too."

"You act like that when you're being sweet and asking me to buy you dessert, but you don't act like that when you're telling me to stay away."

"I haven't seen her for many years."

“From the moment I gave you the egg, I wondered if you were really my daughter, and if the police had made a mistake. It wasn't until your mother came to the stadium that I realized you do have a mother. Later, I gave you pear soup, congee with preserved egg and lean pork, and desserts…”

"I wanted to give you something else, but I didn't have anything."

"Are you done?" Qiu Shiyue stared at the distant buildings, her voice as cold as groundwater. "You're saying that I'm like your daughter, which is why you're good to me?"

"That should be it," Aunt Qian nodded.

"But if your daughter wants an apple, would you give her a banana?"

Aunt Qian didn't understand, but she still answered honestly, "Of course not."

"Yes, of course not."

Qiu Shiyue, hands in her pockets, took the lead: "You know your daughter wants an apple but you won't give her a banana. I want attention, I want victory, I want honor, but I can't even compete right now, yet you give me this porridge and that rice. You think this is for my own good, but is this what I want?"

Qiu Shiyue's gaze was intense, making Aunt Qian feel somewhat uncomfortable. She stopped crying, feeling helpless, as if she really had done something wrong.

"Yes, I'm sorry, but I'm just a cafeteria worker, and there's nothing I can do about it."

Who says you're powerless?

Qiu Shiyue looked into the distance again, "If you really love your daughter, you should give her everything she wants."

Aunt Qian nodded vaguely, agreeing with what she said.

"I need you to help me get back on the field."

"what should I do?"

The distant sun shone brightly, illuminating her, enveloping her, and washing away all the haze.

If we continue to stagnate, we will never see the sun rise over the stadium in the future.

"This matter needs to be handled gradually, but right now the more important thing is the Korea Open. Last time, Da Tou and Sys won the runner-up in mixed doubles, and I want them to not win this time either."

"If they can lose at the Chengdu Asian Games and the Jakarta Asian Games, I don't believe they can team up for the once-in-a-lifetime Youth Olympic Games mixed doubles."

Aunt Qian was completely confused by the names of all the competitions.

She didn't understand, but it seemed like she did: Qiu Shiyue didn't want Sasha and Datou to win.

"Child, why is that? Isn't it good that they are bringing glory to the country?"

"Winning glory for the country is certainly good, but when it comes to winning glory for the country, only I can stand by Big Head's side. If they keep losing, what chance will Sys have when I return to the competition?"

"So you have to help me."

Aunt Qian didn't understand why she did this.

She's just not very educated, but she's not stupid. Isn't this just harming those two children? Aunt Qian lowered her head and remained silent, while Qiu Shiyue crossed her arms and sneered.

"You said you were willing to be good to me, and you would give me food as if it were your most precious possession. You treated me like a child, but when I really needed your help, you stopped talking. You just said so many heartfelt things, and you were sad and wiping away tears. I'm afraid you just moved yourself."