Transmigrating into a Book: Beating Up the Little Tyrant Today

"what?"

Sasha pulled out an unopened cup. "It was a free cup with the coffee."

"...Brother Tou is practically a walking couch potato! Is there anything else you don't need that you can give me? I'll give it to you as a gift."

"Hehe." Sasha casually took out her notebook from her backpack, tore off a piece of paper, wrote her signature on it, and said, "Here you go!"

"Okay, okay, this is good."

Blizzard also tore a piece of paper from her notebook, leaving two rows of jagged teeth in the middle of the notebook.

She also signed it, "Here, take it, for Big Head!"

The two burst into laughter.

When Da Tou actually received the coffee, the coffee cup, and two autographs, his lips twitched. "What, you don't have a trash can anymore? You even stuffed your autograph practice papers into my hands."

Blizzard solemnly declared, "This is a birthday present."

Big Head: "Do I look happy to you?"

“Happy, happy,” Blizzard said. “This is much happier than Qiu Shiyue going to the airport to wait for you, right?”

Big Head's face darkened even more.

Yes, Qiu Shiyue pulled this stunt again. She didn't wait at the arrivals area; she stayed directly in the car that came to pick them up.

The reporters' cameras were pointed at the athletes who had just gotten off the plane, and they kept taking pictures.

When I walked outside from the airport, there were people everywhere.

As they approached the car, everyone felt relieved; once they got in, they wouldn't have to face the camera anymore.

Team Leader Long was at the front, and he was the one who opened the car door.

The moment the van door opened, they saw Qiu Shiyue sitting in the seat furthest to the side, smiling at them: "You've worked hard."

She speaks like a leader.

The accompanying coach felt his lines had been stolen.

He peeked out from behind the team leader and looked at Qiu Shiyue, who was speaking, his eyes scanning her up and down: What's your background?

Even the Dragon Team, who was used to speaking on behalf of others, didn't know how to respond.

Little Fatty muttered to himself, "It's not hard work, it's just a tough life."

Team Leader Long coughed twice, told Qiu Shiyue to put on her mask, and then went to the back to put his luggage away.

Qiu Shiyue pretended to pat her pockets, "Oh no, I forgot to bring it when I went out, Brother, do you have any?"

The girl's voice was high-pitched and a little coquettish, making it even more cloying.

These days, winning a world championship and returning in triumph is certainly exhilarating, but nothing can outweigh the curiosity surrounding gossip. As long as there's buzz, a reporter can write something with just a little bit of material.

The reporter with the camera instinctively felt there was something interesting and quickly pointed his lens at Qiu Shiyue.

With lightning speed, Da Tou covered Qiu Shiyue's head with his coat, then stood in front of the car, making her sit in the back.

Qiu Shiyue was reluctant at first, but when she took off the clothes on her head and saw the big head blocking her view, she blushed for no reason. Holding the clothes that were still warm from her body, she obediently sat down in the back.

Unable to get any footage, the reporter asked directly, "Would you mind revealing who's in there?"

Big Head: "Just search for her. She's the female member of Team 1 whose suspension period is longer than her playing time."

Qiu Shiyue blushed in the back row, but her ears were still fine. She hadn't expected that Da Tou would publicize her like this outside, so she thought of getting up to defend herself.

He sat back down just three seconds after his buttocks left the seat.

Big Head seemed to be right; she hadn't actually played many matches, and silently sat back down.

She smelled the fresh scent of laundry detergent on her clothes and felt incredibly happy. She rubbed against them again and again, reluctant to leave, and even took a picture and posted it on Douyin (TikTok).

Caption: "Your warmth is the best medicine to heal me."

Blizzard, using 5G internet, saw it immediately and was shocked to see her run off again. He wanted to quickly take a taxi to drag her back.

Suddenly my gaze was drawn to the clothes in her hand.

She zoomed in and looked at it again and again, and then she felt that something was wrong.

But Qiu Shiyue's words were too obviously pointed, implying that the clothes were either too big or too small, which is why she was making a fuss on social media.

She called Sasha over to come and see, "Look at the clothes in her hand, they look like they belong to the male team members, but they don't seem to belong to Little Fatty and Big Head."

Sasha looked at it carefully.

Clever as she is, she reached a conclusion in her mind and then looked for other videos to confirm it.

Sasha searched for their interviews and found that the athletes were all wearing white team uniforms and had a dignified appearance.

Because it was cloudy today, some people were wearing their own clothes over their clothes.

In the video, just before getting on the bus, a coach took off his outermost jacket to give an interview, revealing the national flag on his team uniform. Da Tou (a nickname) offered to hold it for him.

Blizzard and Sasha exchanged a glance: "Qiu Shiyue, it seems like she's taken the wrong 'medicine'..."

The team members all got on the bus, and Da Tou sat in the seat furthest away from her.

Qiu Shiyue saw that Da Tou didn't mind giving her the clothes in front of so many team members. She realized that Da Tou's usual sarcasm and indifference towards her were actually for her sake, and that he was protecting her.

I felt elated.

When she arrived, it had started to drizzle outside. Now that she had driven out of the airport area, the rain was getting heavier. There were many people in the car, so she didn't feel cold, especially since she had a coat in her hand, which made Qiu Shiyue feel even warmer.

However, she also felt sorry for her brother.

“Brother Tou,” she called to Big Head, holding up the coat, “it looks cold outside because of the rain, here you go.”

Big Head said coldly, "No."

Qiu Shiyue knew he would say that.

It's so cold outside, Da Tou definitely wouldn't want her to get cold, but he couldn't just say directly that he'd leave the clothes for her.

Brother Tou is so thoughtful.

Just as Qiu Shiyue was about to put the clothes back in her arms, the coach saw them and exclaimed, "How did they end up in your hands... Give them to me."

"No, this is for Brother Boss."

"He has his own clothes, why does he need to wear mine?" He reached for the clothes, and Qiu Shiyue was so surprised that she forgot to let go, staring stiffly at the back of Da Tou's head.

Seeing that Qiu Shiyue wouldn't let go, the coach asked Da Tou, "Then, do you want to wear this outfit?"

Da Tou glanced at Qiu Shiyue and said, "It's May, even if it rains, I won't get too cold. Coach, you can wear it."

Upon hearing this, the coach immediately pulled the shirt over.

Qiu Shiyue was completely dumbfounded.

Isn't this Brother Boss's clothes?

Yeah, even Brother Tou didn't say these were his clothes.

But what did she mean by smelling, rubbing, and taking pictures just now?

……

The coach took the clothes and put them on. Qiu Shiyue's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. She stared at Da Tou's back, trying to stare a hole through him.

Little Fatty felt like he was sitting on pins and needles next to Big Head. "Big Head, have you decided what you want for your birthday present?"

Big Head's tone was utterly dejected. "I want freedom."

Little Fatty patted him on the shoulder, "Then you should wish this year to live longer than the next one, try to outlive her, and then gain your freedom."

Big Head squinted at him, "You're so vicious."

Little Fatty gave a mysterious smile, "Never get up, don't give up, I believe in you, your wish will definitely come true."

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Big Head clutched the two autographed papers, examining them closely. "Do you have any paper?"

Blizzard tore off the blank half of the paper that Sasha had signed and handed it to Big Head.

He then took out a pen and began signing his name.

Sasha asked softly, "Why didn't you tear yours?"