Transmigrating into a Book: Beating Up the Little Tyrant Today

Qiu Shiyue still didn't think she was wrong. "Isn't that right? He won the championship because he was standing next to the old man Guo Ping."

"Stubborn as a mule, stubborn as a mule!" Blizzard knew that no matter how much he said, it would be meaningless. "You're as stinky and hard as a rock in a latrine, how can I reason with you?"

Those around her understood and looked at Qiu Shiyue with knowing glances.

The girls who were sparring with Qiu Shiyue were indignant at her indifference. They said what they dared not say, and no longer held back.

"Senior sister, I need to go back to training."

“Aren’t you practicing with me?” Qiu Shiyue said.

"Sorry, I don't want to practice with you anymore."

She was originally called over by Qiu Shiyue, not arranged by the coach. She felt that she joined the team late and viewed the team members with a biased view, thinking that they were all like gods.

She had heard of Qiu Shiyue; she was said to be troublesome and prone to causing trouble. So she didn't dare refuse when she called her.

I was a little nervous before training with Qiu Shiyue, but I found that she was quite serious, so I went ahead and played.

I never imagined she was this kind of person inside.

As the little girl turned to leave, Qiu Shiyue finally revealed her true colors: "I'm on team one, you're on team two, so you should listen to me!"

Even Blizzard was stunned.

How could she say such a thing?

Qiu Shiyue didn't care about anything else. If she wanted to get back on stage, she had to pretend to be honest. These past few days had been awful, and finally there was someone she didn't have to be afraid to offend, someone she could vent her anger on—how could she let that opportunity pass her by?

"Why should I?" Blizzard came to the little girl's rescue. "Because you're older?"

"None of your business."

Qiu Shiyue looked at the little girl again, "Because I'm better than you, let's have a game if you don't believe me."

The young girl was in a bit of a dilemma.

Regardless, Qiu Shiyue joined the team much earlier, and the difference between the two could be felt during their practice session. The chances of winning against her are rather low.

She's still the same, bullying newbies. Blizzard couldn't stand it anymore.

"Then you should play against me. We joined the team at the same time, and there has been no favoritism in training. It would be fair if you played against me."

"Why!"

Blizzard said, "If you say the second team has to listen to the first team, then shouldn't the first team also have a hierarchy? If I win, of course you have to listen to the one stronger than you."

"Who said you're better than me? We haven't even played a few rounds together yet. Let's play then!"

Qiu Shiyue was arrogant and didn't care about anyone else, let alone Blizzard.

The only thing that makes her feel threatened right now is Sys, who started to emerge last year.

Blizzard chuckled and let the girls from the second team go back first, but Qiu Shiyue was unhappy: "We haven't even competed yet, why are you letting her go? If she leaves, who will practice with me?"

"If you win, I'll practice with you. If you lose, you have to pick up the ball for me today and post it on your WeChat Moments. I'll give you the caption, which is basically an admission that I'm better than you."

Qiu Shiyue added, "Even if you lose, you still have to pay."

"to make."

The little girl didn't leave; she wanted to watch them play ball.

Blizzard raised an eyebrow at her, "Take a few more cool photos of me so she can post them on her WeChat Moments."

The little girl nodded eagerly.

The two quickly chose a table and their positions, and the game was decided in one quick round.

Blizzard was confident that Qiu Shiyue could never beat her, but unexpectedly, Qiu Shiyue won two points in a row.

Qiu Shiyue plays basketball very dirty.

First, she would brush the tennis ball, then she would call for a wait when she was about to serve, or she would call for a stop before the ball even reached her side of the table.

Try to get her thinking.

Qiu Shiyue won two points in a row, and she couldn't suppress the smile on her face.

Blizzard met Qiu Shiyue's provocative gaze and sighed deeply.

When it was Blizzard's turn to serve, Qiu Shiyue tried to return the ball with the same trick, but it hit the net and didn't reach the table.

Blizzard said, "Unorthodox techniques are not respectable. Once or twice is acceptable, but not a third time. If you want to win, show some real skill."

"Don't get too cocky, I'll rip you out of the water," Qiu Shiyue said.

She's like a stubborn person; even when you put her in a pot to boil, her whole body goes limp, but her mouth stays hard.

Blizzard stopped wasting words and, after serving, quickly launched a powerful forehand attack, giving her no chance to use any tricks.

Once again, Blizzard launched a strong attack on Qiu Shiyue's open hand position, catching her off guard.

When it was Qiu Shiyue's turn to serve, Blizzard countered with a topspin attack to suppress the middle, then quickly turned to the side and suddenly unleashed a powerful forehand smash to take a point.

The girls in the second team had their eyes shining and their adrenaline surging, as if they were the ones passionately battling it out, their hands clapping until they were red.

Blizzard is awesome!

She would swing her hand wide and return the ball with a powerful, sweeping attack, like a tidal wave. The force and spin were so great that the ball would either go to the ceiling, go far away, or even hit Qiu Shiyue's forehead.

Blizzard was physically exhausted, but she felt great.

After the match, Qiu's hand was still numb from holding the racket, and he had a big bump on his head. The score was 11:5, and Blizzard won, taking the match with a seven-point lead.

Blizzard wiped the sweat from his brow and laughed at Qiu Shiyue's expression as she looked like she wanted to smash the clapper.

"I'll send you the text later. I need to see it on your WeChat Moments before 8 PM tonight, and pin it for three days. Also, I'm only practicing serves today, and I'll be hitting them pretty fast, so remember to be quick when you pick them up."

Qiu Shiyue wanted to back out, but since the two of them hadn't signed or sealed anything, what was there to be afraid of?

Blizzard could tell what she was thinking.

Because Qiu Shiyue is really simple-minded, she practically has "I won't do it" written all over her forehead.

She said to Qiu Shiyue, "It's fine if you don't keep your promise. Tomorrow I'll talk to the coach and ask you to be my sparring partner. Anyway, you can't compete, so he won't refuse. As for whether my aim will go astray during sparring and I'll hit your body or your face, that's another story..."

Qiu Shiyue took a half step back, unconsciously touching her finger that had been hit when she caught the ball, as well as the bump on her head.

The thought of this makes me furious: "How dare you say that? You almost disfigured me, do you know that?"

"That's not right. To you, this is plastic surgery."

"you!"

She was furious, but considering that her status was now even lower than that of the pool table, she had no choice but to back down.

Retrieving a ball and posting it on social media is better than getting plastic surgery... well, at least not getting disfigured.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Blizzard knew she had made her choice, so he added the girl from the second team on WeChat and accepted her photos.

Blizzard labeled her "Duoduo" and then saved the photo.

"I didn't expect you to take such good photos."

In the photo, her gaze is piercing and her eyes are firm. Her arms and thighs are muscular and have extremely smooth lines, showing a powerful beauty.

"This is good!"

Blizzard sent the photo to Qiu Shiyue with the caption: "Blizzard is awesome! I, Qiu Shiyue, was blind to her power and admit defeat! I am extremely lucky to have lost to her!"

When Qiu Shiyue saw the message, she scolded her: "Shameless, I've never seen anyone praise themselves like that."

Blizzard laughed out loud: "You don't want it anymore, but you can have it. You don't have any anyway."