Transmigrating into a Book: Beating Up the Little Tyrant Today

"What do you mean?"

While watching the match, Blizzard received a call for help from Aunt Qian.

Aunt Qian left the women's singles match feeling guilty after being watched by Blizzard. She planned to go back in during the mixed doubles, but she found herself lost, unable to speak the language, and unable to use the translator.

The guide Qiu Shiyue found for her could not be contacted either.

After trying to figure it out on my own for two hours without drinking a drop of water, I had no choice but to call Blizzard.

Blizzard didn't want to answer, but thinking that a phone call wouldn't warrant being bewitched by Aunt Qian, he pressed the answer button.

Aunt Qian blushed for a long time, and only said that she was lost.

Blizzard, watching Sasha on stage, became more vigilant.

Then he thought that Qiu Shiyue's absence was probably not a ploy to lure him away, but he still needed to be cautious, so it was best not to go out.

She said, "Go find whoever sent you."

Aunt Qian fell silent.

He hung up the phone silently.

Three minutes later, Blizzard found himself unable to concentrate on watching the game.

I got up and asked someone in the team to help me find Aunt Qian. I gave her my phone number to the logistics staff and went outside for a bit of fresh air before entering the venue.

It's a pity I didn't see Sasha win in the end.

Sasha and Blizzard sat on the edge of the bed and squeezed her palm: "I know you must have been tormented inside, wondering if you were being too kind. But you did a good job, showing both caution and humanity."

"After all, she is Chinese. If something happens to her here, people will definitely know that she is from the General Administration of Sport of China. And when they think about our Chinese team playing here, the unscrupulous media will definitely say that we did not take good care of our accompanying personnel."

"For the sake of generating buzz, who cares whether she actually came with the team? The media only wants to see what they see. As long as it can smear the Chinese team, foreign media have written about everything."

"Our conflicts as Chinese people should remain on Chinese territory. When we are abroad, we must unite as one. We cannot give foreign media the opportunity to criticize China."

Blizzard grasped Sasha's hand in return; his dry, warm palm gave her a sense of security.

She really offered the right comfort.

After a long pause, Blizzard said with trembling lips, "For a moment, I even thought that if Aunt Qian really had an accident in South Korea, Qiu Shiyue would definitely be implicated, and she would likely be punished, perhaps even kicked out..."

Blizzard slowly raised his face, looked into Sasha's eyes, and wanted an answer: "Am I... am I too dark?"

Sasha didn't answer yes or no. She looked intently into Blizzard's eyes and said, "If I were saying that, how would you answer me?"

Blizzard paused, then said, "Don't punish yourself for someone else's mistakes?"

Sasha patted her arm. "The reason Aunt Qian got into trouble in South Korea is possibly because Qiu Shiyue instigated her to come to a foreign country. The reason for the incident is not your fault. Even if you want to, it has nothing to do with you."

She chuckled twice. "You're so good at comforting others, but why can't you figure it out when it comes to yourself?"

Sasha took a pillow and placed it behind Blizzard so she could lean on it and rest for a while.

As he chatted casually about how to react to various dangerous shots encountered in the mixed doubles match, Blizzard's mood improved considerably.

"...You have no idea, I really didn't expect that ball to be hit over to me, and it even attacked my middle. It was really subconscious, my hand caught it faster than my reaction. It was really thrilling."

"I get so angry when I lose points. Some balls I could have hit over the bar, but I just couldn't... Sigh, you must be tired. Why don't you go take a shower?"

Blizzard listened attentively to Sasha, then suddenly changed the subject, wiping away imaginary nosebleed. "Together? Is it that exciting?"

Sasha knew she had recovered, so she swiftly pulled her hand away and punched her again. "If we hadn't lived together for so long, I would have really thought you had something I didn't, you lecher, dream on!"

Sasha walked into the bathroom under Blizzard's lecherous gaze and locked the door with a "click".

Blizzard shouted, "Why are you being so formal? You even locked the door!"

He chuckled lewdly twice, then stopped laughing, put his hands under his head, and stared at the ceiling.

The reason she had such thoughts was because she had witnessed Qiu Shiyue's jealousy.

There are competitions of all sizes every year, as well as internal team matches and promotion/relegation matches. Qiu Shiyue has too many opportunities to manipulate things.

Last time it was just a round-robin tournament, and she still managed to get Aunt Qian to tamper with the food. It wasn't fatal, but it was still quite a hassle.

Moreover, she has diarrhea now, but what about later? It could be fatal.

Qiu Shiyue is a source of danger.

Even though she imagined that Qiu Shiyue would lose the chance to go home because Aunt Qian's departure from the national team had nothing to do with her, she still wanted Qiu Shiyue to leave.

She had very little knowledge of the subject, and competitions and training took up a lot of her time, leaving her with no free time.

……

As she was thinking, her phone rang. The logistics staff informed her that Aunt Qian had been found and settled.

Blizzard hung up the phone and sighed.

It's too late to think about it now that things have come to this.

Fortunately, Qiu Shiyue's hopes were dashed this time, and Aunt Qian probably won't be able to disturb our competition as she wished.

-

In the women's singles competition, Blizzard faced Zhu Ling in the semifinals.

My arm seems to hurt more this time than when I fought the eel last time.

Blizzard is giving it their all and playing at their best.

The ball had already gone off the table when Blizzard dove to save it, landing on the ground, but luckily the ball had already cleared the table.

Zhu Ling laughed immediately, and without spiking the ball, she gently received it, and the ball bounced and bounced on Blizzard's side of the table before landing in front of Blizzard.

Blizzard was utterly helpless, burying their face in their hands.

Later, the score gap widened so much that Blizzard's loss was inevitable.

After the match, Zhu Ling wiped her sweat and leaned close to Blizzard, sincerely praising her for playing well and saying she had the same style as Sasha.

"You two have such an aggressive playing style, do you practice together in the dorm at night?"

Blizzard chuckled: "I usually play that ball, so I'm pretty resilient."

"You naughty girl." Zhu Ling gently tapped her with a towel. "One day you will be able to beat me. I believe in you."

Blizzard nudged Zhu Ling lightly with his butt, "Sister, are you too confident in me or not confident in yourself?"

"The younger generation is truly formidable. Look at Sasha's unstoppable performance on the court. You are all younger than us, and you have a bright future ahead of you."

Seeing Zhu Ling speaking with a smile, Blizzard couldn't help but whisper, "Sister, remember to get regular checkups."

She swallowed the words "especially thyroid examination," otherwise saying them out loud would have sounded like a curse.

Thyroid cancer is a common malignant tumor. In its early stages, it does not have any particularly obvious symptoms and is usually discovered incidentally during a physical examination or other tests. There are still a few years left before she was diagnosed in 21. Blizzard doesn't know what to do, but can only remind her to have regular check-ups so that it can be detected and treated early.

Zhu Ling was surprised that Blizzard would say this to her. Although it was abrupt, she nodded and patted Blizzard's head.

She's a promising young girl.