Transmigrating into a Book: Beating Up the Little Tyrant Today

The blizzard startled her, and she realized that this was Qiu Shiyue's mother.

She wondered if Qiu Shiyue had covered up the truth, and that her mother's love for her daughter was the reason she was so angry without distinguishing right from wrong.

So he gave her a chance and probed, "Did you know that Qiu Shiyue requested to live in the men's dormitory?"

"So what? She's still a child, what does she know? She only lives in the boys' dormitory because you guys are doing nothing, that's why she wants a big boy to take care of her. What's wrong with that? You have a problem with it?! You dare to have a problem with it?"

Blizzard laughed: "You old hag, I didn't dare to curse you just now, for fear of wronging you. How could I forget that like mother, like daughter?"

"You are my spiral fart, I'll give you one and you'll explode."

"You're like a stinking rat in the gutter, and your little rat came to my side to disgust me."

"Your attacks are just as weak as your father's; they don't hurt you at all."

"The only living thing in the house is the grave robbers under our ancestors' graves."

"You're going to go to my house to complain? Well then, you'd better go now. If you don't, I'll look down on you, you old geezer."

I will never prove myself, never refute, and never educate.

Just scold them.

"You, how dare you insult me ​​like that? Believe me or not, I'll tell Coach Liu right now and have him fire you!"

Blizzard snorted coldly, too lazy to pay attention to her meaningless threat, and hung up the phone and blocked her.

She was frustrated because she had nowhere to vent her anger about writing a self-criticism.

Thanks to Qiu Shiyue for sending me this punching bag; she's such a good son to her mother.

Ten minutes later, Qiu Shiyue received a call from her mother. She happily answered the phone, knowing that her mother was calling to share her joy.

"Waaah, my daughter, waaah, Mommy got insulted! She actually said I'm old! I'm not old at all, waaah."

As it turns out, the truth is the sharpest knife that wounds.

Of all the insults directed at her, the only thing that broke her defenses was the word "old".

Qiu Shiyue was stunned by her mother's crying.

"Was it Blizzard that insulted you?"

"Waaah, yes."

"Mom, you wait! If she dares to scold you, I'll get revenge for you!"

Qiu Shiyue hung up the phone after saying that.

Qiu's mother cried out from the other end, "No, child, you can't take it!"

But it was too late; Qiu Shiyue was already knocking on Blizzard's door.

Blizzard ignored her, so Qiu Shiyue kept knocking outside.

"Get out of here, I don't need a watchdog."

"Bounce back! You're the dog, get out here right now!"

Blizzard opened the door and continued typing: "What, did your mom explode? Why are you in such a hurry to share your joy with me?"

"Then why don't you hurry back and make up the numbers? After all, your mother's funeral is as empty as your brain."

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Five minutes later, Qiu Shiyue's crying voice came through Qiu's mother's phone: "Waaah, Mom, I got scolded."

Aunt Qiu: "Waaah. She actually said I'm old."

The mother and daughter cried for half an hour.

Qiu Shiyue said that Blizzard insulted her, and Qiu's mother cried out, "Where am I old?"

In the past half hour, Qiu Shiyue hadn't written a single word in her self-examination, let alone looked it up in the dictionary. Wiping away her tears, she said:

"I'll hang up now, Mom. I haven't finished my check-up yet."

Just as I hung up the phone and picked up my pen to write, someone knocked on the door.

She opened the package and saw a message from a female member of the second team: "I smell a foul odor coming from your room. Is there a dead rat in your room?"

"I just arrived, how could there be rats?" Qiu Shiyue suspected that she might be someone hired by Blizzard to interfere with her writing the self-criticism.

The girl sniffed the air a few more times to confirm that this was the room.

Looking behind Qiu Shiyue, I suddenly saw a bag of indistinguishable color casually placed on the balcony behind her.

"It seems like that thing smells bad, and you don't even wash it. Hey, why does it look so familiar..."

"You saw it?" Qiu Shiyue asked excitedly. "This bag was downstairs just now, and someone threw it in the trash can. Did you see who it was?"

The girl's words were evasive: "No... anyway, you should hurry up and wash, it smells so bad, I can't sleep."

She remembered the bag.

It was the bag that she and her friend thought no one wanted and persuaded their aunt to throw away.

It's not their fault; the bag's color is so bad you can't even tell it anymore. They really would have thought someone had no sense of public responsibility and just threw it there.

After she left, Qiu Shiyue looked at the bag on the balcony and felt helpless, so she called her mother again.

"Mom, how do I wash clothes?"

"How could you wash clothes?! No way, I'll go and have that blizzard wash them for you... Forget it, kid, you should learn to wash them first. When Mom has time, she can go and complain to her parents and have them teach her a lesson. Then she won't dare to treat you badly. It's not the right time yet."

Qiu Shiyue could only say okay.

Then, under Qiu's mother's guidance, a basin of water was filled, the schoolbag was soaked in the basin, some laundry detergent was sprinkled in, and after an hour it was taken out and hung up, and that was it.

Qiu Shiyue excitedly took a picture of her schoolbag, which was dripping water on the clothes rack, and posted it on social media: "A big step in life."

The work was finished, but the inspection didn't happen at all. After lunch break, it was time for two hours of physical training in the afternoon.

Because she and Blizzard were young, their assigned physical trainer, Teacher Lin, specially designed a training plan tailored to them.

Because she had just been punished at noon, Qiu Shiyue didn't dare to slack off at all during the afternoon training in order to change Liu Guoliang's opinion of her.

Blizzard, needless to say, is extremely serious about it.

Teacher Lin praised them highly.

Before going to bed at night, the three of them stayed up late writing in their respective dorm rooms.

Liu Xiaozao wrote 4000 words, and the other two wrote 2000 words each.

Qiu Shiyue racked her brains, scratching her head and ears.

Because Blizzard used to like to stand up to anyone who bullied her, she had written a lot of self-criticisms. This was not something she could do easily; she finished writing it in an hour when she got back to her dorm that night.

He even deliberately wrote his handwriting a little worse.

But Qiu Shiyue couldn't do that.

I wrote with great effort, going back and forth between repetitive sentences until I finally reached the word count.

I was so tired that I was about to go to sleep, but after turning off the lights and calming down, I could smell a foul odor.

I opened my eyes to try and find the source of the smell, but then I felt like there were ghosts all over the ceiling.

I hid nervously for half an hour.

She picked up her phone and called her mother, wanting her to tell her a story.

Aunt Qiu said, "Mom is getting old, and I've told all the stories I wanted to tell."

She called Liu Xiaozao again, but no one answered.

She then called the men's team, but no one answered.

But she was so scared that she grabbed Xu Xin and hit him hard.

Xu Xin's phone was on silent mode, so he didn't hear it.

Qiu Shiyue fell asleep while waiting for the call to be answered repeatedly.

The next morning, Xu Xin stared at his switched-off phone, lost in thought: "Little Fatty, did you secretly unplug my charger last night?"

Little Fatty rolled his eyes. "It must be because you forgot to charge it. How can you blame me?"

Xu Xin murmured, "I remember there was still a lot of electricity..."

After the startup animation ended, Xu Xin saw dozens of missed calls and finally understood why.

Morning exercise time.

Blizzard is in high spirits, running fast and steadily.

Qiu Shiyue, sporting panda eyes, looked listless as she ran.

Teacher Lin followed Qiu Shiyue closely, constantly urging her to meet the required standards in terms of movement and speed.

If it doesn't meet the requirements, the distance needs to be increased.

Teacher Lin only let her go when everyone else had almost finished eating breakfast.

When Qiu Shiyue arrived at the cafeteria, there were no more options left.

There was only congee, pickled vegetables, and large steamed buns.

She felt extremely wronged.

After running so hard, all you get to eat is this kind of stuff.

But for those who arrived earlier, the only options they had were steamed buns and boiled eggs.

Seeing that she had neither meat buns nor eggs, the aunt specially handed her the eggs from her own staff meal.

Just as Qiu Shiyue was about to take it, she realized that the aunt had already peeled half of it, so she waved her hand and refused.

The aunt said, "Although I peeled it, my hand was holding the eggshell the whole time and didn't touch the egg, so it's clean."

Qiu Shiyue said, "I'm sorry, I have OCD." Then she took her porridge and steamed buns and left.

Just as Blizzard was about to have some more rice porridge, she heard Qiu Shiyue's words and saw her aunt looking back and forth at her hands through the window: "They're not dirty. I wash them many times every day."