Transmigrating into a Book: Beating Up the Little Tyrant Today

"Ok."

Sasha checked her racket, put it away, and casually remarked, "We won the women's doubles this time, but it might not be us next time."

Blizzard paused.

"Yeah. I understand."

The same applies to women's doubles and mixed doubles: constantly searching for suitable partners, working together until they adapt, and then selecting the best one.

Last time it was Sasha and Chen Xingtong, this time it's them, and next time we'll try other people.

The only way to avoid splitting up is to win.

This time, they won.

She wants to win every time.

"What are you doing?" Sasha walked up behind Blizzard.

After returning from outside, Blizzard sat at her desk for a long time, with wads of scrap paper in the trash can at her feet.

Sasha leaned closer, and Blizzard covered her face with her hand, her cheeks turning a rare red.

"Writing love letters? I have to see them." Sasha's gossipy nature was ignited; she absolutely had to take a look.

The more she wanted to see it, the tighter Blizzard covered it up.

The two fought their way from the desk to the window, and from the window to the bed.

Sasha felt even more tired than when she played ball.

Just as she was about to give up, Blizzard let go of her hand, sat up from the bed, and lay on the table with her forehead resting on her arm, remaining silent.

Sasha opened the note and saw that it only contained her name, an artistic one.

Is she practicing her signature?

She got out of bed, picked up the crumpled paper from the floor; it was also covered in signatures.

In a daze, I understood.

Seeing that Sasha remained silent for a long time, and still not receiving any mockery, Blizzard opened her eyes from her arms.

The first thing I noticed was Sasha's face.

She crouched on the ground, looking up at her through the gap between her body and the table:

"Oh, so you were just shy~"

She was startled by the sudden turn of events.

Sasha laughed and got up from the ground.

"Don't laugh at me." Blizzard awkwardly didn't know what to do with his hands.

But she forgot, that was Sasha.

Sasha is understanding and sincere.

After laughing, Sasha found her pen, unfolded a piece of paper the size of her palm, and pulled over a chair next to Blizzard.

"You should sign it like this... Don't sign it too neatly, or it will be easily imitated."

"Also, you can't sign your name on a large part of the paper. If it's a very large piece of paper, then your signature has to be big enough."

"Otherwise, what if someone with malicious intent uses this to write an IOU or something similar in the blank space, and happens to have your signature on it?"

"and……"

Sasha gave a long, detailed explanation that Blizzard hadn't anticipated.

She signed her name as a demonstration for Blizzard and handed the pen to them. "And we don't recommend writing names in red ink where I'm from. I wonder if you have this custom where you are too."

Blizzard took the black pen from her.

Sasha said, "This is new, I'm giving it to you. Try writing one."

Blizzard looked at her.

Sasha giggled, "There's no need for such a deep gaze."

Blizzard smiled and lowered his head to write his name.

"You've improved, keep practicing." Sasha stood up, afraid that watching any longer would make her feel awkward, and changed the subject, "Are you going to give that fan to yourself?"

She nodded slightly.

"Sasha, this is your autograph." Blizzard pointed to the one Sasha had just signed. "Can I give it to her too?"

Sasha asked with her eyes why.

"Yeah, that's it. It's not easy for me to have a fan, and I feel like it's a bit too casual to only send gifts to myself, so..."

Sasa swears she really couldn't help but laugh, but she managed to hold it in.

This child is too fragile right now; I'm really afraid Blizzard will think I'm attacking her.

If a fan likes you, there must be a reason why she likes you. What's the point of giving her gifts?

However, she didn't say that as long as Blizzard is happy.

She nodded. "Okay."

When Eel returned, she could tell from their bulging suitcases that the two of them had gone out for a stroll.

"Okay, I won't go watch the game, I'm going out for a stroll."

Sasha: "Both are my children, I'm happy no matter who wins."

She interrupted by handing over a 20-centimeter-long blue, pouty-mouthed fish, saying, "This is for you. What do you think? Doesn't it look just like you?"

Eel put down his backpack, took the doll and played with it for a while. Seeing that Blizzard was not saying anything, he asked Sasha what was going on, was she writing a self-criticism again?

Sasha raised an eyebrow: "She's preparing a gift for her only fan."

After recovering from her shock, Blizzard, no longer hesitant to ask Sasha for an autograph, said to Eel, "Give me an autograph too, so the fans know I love them."

"..."

After learning the details, Eel was both amused and exasperated, "Then why don't you add the coach's and Chen Xingtong's as well?"

Blizzard shook his head. "I'd better not. I'm afraid they'll laugh at me for being so naive, getting this excited over a single fan."

“Then aren’t you afraid I’ll laugh at you?” the eel said.

"When haven't you laughed at me?"

……

Blizzard got a scolding, but got two autographs; it was worth it.

She carefully put the signature in an envelope, waiting for her return.

The flight was in the early morning, and everyone was waiting to board. Blizzard asked Sasha to watch her luggage and check it in.

I sent the deposit slip and information to "Violent Aesthetics," and they happened to send me a message in response:

"Can you really get me Blizzard's autograph? Really?"

Blizzard: "It's already been stored at the airport. You can pick it up when you go back."

"Okay, okay, you're so kind, sister. Do you need money?"

Blizzard suddenly felt shy, her face flushing. "No, no need."

After returning to Beijing and adjusting his condition, he then threw himself into training.

Not seeing Qiu Shiyue during the morning training session was the first happy thing that happened when I got back; it gave me energy for the morning exercises.

After morning training, the coach called Blizzard into his office to ask about the situation at the time.

"Qiu Shiyue sat in the audience and blew my eyes with her flashlight. She also spread false rumors. Unsuspecting fans were used as pawns by her to hurl insults at me on the internet. Coach, you have to stand up for me."

The coach clearly knew the situation and sighed.

"I know she shook you, but do you have any evidence for the second thing you mentioned?"

No.

She instigated others to slander me, but she didn't send the message from her own account, so how could she possibly have any evidence?

Yu Xiaoyu has never revealed who told her what she posted.

With just a simple "I heard," she was sentenced to death.

The coach said, "So, she failed to report her departure as required and used her athlete status to sneak into the competition venue. We will issue a notice of criticism and record a demerit. As for spreading rumors, there is no evidence, so we cannot punish her."

Blizzard thought about it and realized that perhaps the breakthrough point was still Yu Xiaoyu.

"There's one more thing. First of all, congratulations on winning the women's doubles championship with Sasha. Secondly, because of this, the discussion about you has skyrocketed, and there's been a lot of negative news. If any businesses want to take advantage of your popularity and ask you to advertise for them, you absolutely must not get carried away and be greedy for a little profit."

"I understand, coach."

As Blizzard stepped out of the coach's office, he took out his phone and browsed Yu Xiaoyu's account while walking, trying to find something. Then he saw a message from "Violent Aesthetics".

The time was three hours after she deposited her belongings.

Blizzard had originally planned to store the flight information she provided for eight hours, but she didn't expect her to arrive so early.

"Little sister, thank you so much!!! You're so kind, you even got Sasha and Eel's autographs for me, I'm so happy I could faint!"

"I can't believe this is real. Am I dreaming? If this is a dream, I hope I don't wake up."

"Are you an angel?"