Transmigrating into a Book: Beating Up the Little Tyrant Today

Sasha obediently removed the towel.

Upon hearing this, Da Tou opened his mouth in surprise and immediately looked back at the reporter who had spoken, scrutinizing her from head to toe.

From the beginning, he said he wanted to go back and rest as soon as possible, but unexpectedly he then asked Sasha to take off the towel.

Why is this person like this?

Hearing this at the Blizzard event made me even angrier than when I heard it in a video.

But this was an interview, and she couldn't just go up and unleash a barrage of attacks like she would with the brainless Qiu Shiyue. So she stood aside with her coat and towel, scanning the reporter back and forth with sharp eyes.

It made her feel like she had thorns in her back and a fishbone stuck in her throat.

The reporter shifted his slightly uncomfortable back and asked a few simple questions.

"How do you feel now that you've made it to the finals?"

Big Head: "I still hope to win the championship."

The reporter asked, "What kind of preparations will you make?"

Big Head: "Analyze your opponents, and focus on doing your best."

The reporter then asked, "Tomorrow is the mixed doubles final. Are you confident of winning?"

Da Tou: "After all, it's their home field, so this game won't be easy. We'll give it our all."

His answer was official and brief, as if he just wanted to end it quickly.

The reporter hesitated for a moment, about to ask another question, when he noticed Blizzard standing to the side with a jacket, ready to put it on Sasha. Both athletes looked exhausted. Feeling embarrassed to ask any more questions, the reporter said "thank you" and ended the interview.

Blizzard immediately went over to put Sasha's coat on and took her to find the team doctor.

Big Head behind him didn't look too good either. Blizzard turned around and said, "I told the team doctor your foot isn't feeling well. Let's go find the team doctor together and have him massage it for you."

"it is good."

……

Evening, in the hotel room.

Sasha still had a medicated plaster on her shoulder. The team doctor advised that it should be changed regularly and applied as many times as possible before the match to maximize its effectiveness and ensure that it would not have a significant impact on the game.

Blizzard set an alarm to wake her up every three hours to change her dressing.

Sasha waved her hand and said she could do it herself. It's not like she was making and applying fresh ointment; there's no need for two people.

The blizzard covered its ears.

I won't listen, I won't listen, turn your back to Sasha and go to sleep quickly.

At one o'clock in the morning, the blizzard started very quickly. I held down Sasha, who was about to get up, and told her to lie down and not move.

I took a small basin from the bathroom, drained the cold water, and waited for the hot water.

But the hot water took too long to come up; she waited so long that she almost fell asleep before it was finally ready.

After filling the hot water container, she wet a disposable face towel and applied it to Sasha's old plaster. Once it had dissolved a little, it was easier to peel off.

Change the water to clean, wipe off any remaining adhesive from your arm, and then reapply a new one.

Since the temporary water release was too slow, Blizzard filled a thermos with water and heated it up. When he got up next time, he only needed to heat it up for a short while and the temperature would be just right, without having to wait too long.

Blizzard lay back down and pulled the covers over itself.

I felt my eyelids were very heavy, and I fell asleep shortly after closing them.

I woke up again at four o'clock and repeated the above actions, then crawled back into bed amidst the blizzard, and sleepiness immediately overcame me.

"Thank you."

Sasha thanked her softly.

Blizzard heard another sigh from the bed next door: "Why are you so good to me?"

"You're welcome."

Blizzard forced himself to speak through sheer willpower, but without thinking, he replied, "My setting is to love you."

"Ok?"

The next day, Blizzard only remembered Sasha thanking him, completely forgetting what he had said.

At 7 o'clock, Blizzard helped Sasha change the last patch of her ointment.

Sasha said, "Yesterday you were the first to find me an ice pack, and Datou asked me how I knew my shoulder was uncomfortable. I said..."

"What did you say?"

Sasha laughed and said, "I said, because you care about me."

"I don't care who you care about."

Sasha didn't speak, but raised her hand and brushed it across Blizzard's collarbone. "It looks like something's missing from your neck."

Blizzard subconsciously touched his neck. "I don't wear jewelry. I've never had anything around my neck."

"Medals."

Sasha grabbed Blizzard's shoulders with both hands, forcing her to look into her eyes.

He solemnly said, "Once I win the mixed doubles, I'll hang it around your neck! Otherwise, I'll feel bad for you getting up several times at night to change my dressing."

Blizzard chuckled and said, "Okay."

……

"sorry."

Sasha looked at the blizzard and said, "We lost."

Blizzard's voice was gentle yet firm. "You haven't wronged me, you haven't wronged anyone."

She gestured for Sasha to look at the third-place winners from other countries.

"Other countries are happy to win medals, but you shouldn't feel like you've let everyone down just because you got second place. You're still young."

Sasha nudged Blizzard with her shoulder. "Yeah, we're still young."

"Sasa, for the interview."

Big Head called out, Sasha responded, and Blizzard held back her tears, gesturing for her to hurry up.

In front of the camera, the microphone is pointed at Sasha, who is holding a bouquet of flowers.

"First of all, I must acknowledge the opponent's performance; they played exceptionally well. We also tried our best to adjust on the court today, and my partner was..."

Sasha's voice choked briefly, "My leg is a little stiff, but I'm trying my best today. It's okay, we'll keep trying when we get back."

Keep up the good work.

These are just a few easy words to say.

After finishing the men's and women's singles finals on the 22nd, the team headed to Chengdu airport on the 23rd to prepare for the Asian Games.

They don't have time to be sad about a loss in one game; they need to start preparing for the next one.

Always train yourself to walk ahead of sadness.

That's good too. Sasha and Datou quickly adjusted their mood and were chatting and laughing at the airport.

On the contrary, Blizzard, which is not directly involved, has been stuck in the middle of it all.

Thinking back to the two kids' competition, they watched the videos and figured things out on their own, making it all the way to the finals with trepidation. They spent five minutes just discussing tactics during the entire match. It was truly remarkable that both of them won silver medals despite having injuries.

They only acknowledged the impact of injuries, without shirking responsibility.

They are all top-notch kids.

What Blizzard loves is their sense of responsibility and their unwavering determination.

On the plane, Sasha noticed that Blizzard was in low spirits and tried to cheer her up.

"What's wrong? Big Head and I are both fine now, why are you still sad?"

When Da Tou heard Sasha speak, he turned to look at Blizzard from the front and said, "We're both carefree, aren't we?"

"I'm just comforting Xue, what's it to you? I'm just having a good attitude, what do you know?"

"Well, I'm not heartless, I'm just putting on a brave face—so Blizzard,"

Da Tou shifted the topic to Blizzard, saying, "You gave me a puzzle for my birthday last time. Considering I didn't win the championship this time, could you help me put it together as a consolation prize?"

Blizzard snapped out of his thoughts, "The puzzle just has a lot of pieces, but it's not difficult. Why haven't you finished it yet?"

"It's precisely because there are so many of them that I wanted to challenge myself, so—"

Blizzard saw right through it: "So you threw away the instruction manual?"

Sasa laughed heartily, patting the back of the chair in front of her. "It's like I'm dreaming back to when Big Head was building Lego, hahaha! I'm so curious, did you cry this time because you didn't finish it?"

[If I don't update on a particular day, it means I'm taking a break. Also, I've been feeling a bit anxious lately while writing, racking my brains...]