Transmigrating into a Book: Beating Up the Little Tyrant Today

Just before the blizzard hit, a friend called her. She was about to answer when her friend hung up and sent her a message:

"It's nothing important. You play the game first, and we'll talk about it later."

Blizzard replied with a "yes" and was about to put down his phone when he received a text message from Qiu Shiyue.

Blizzard casually clicked on it and took a look:

"I'm still too young. I never thought you were the most cunning person. I'm open about things, but you're scheming in secret. How come I can't learn your tricks and schemes?"

Blizzard didn't react; instead, they deleted it.

Trying to mess with her mentality before the match? No way.

The warm-up women's team competition is divided into three teams: Sasha, Da Meng, and Blizzard are in the first women's team.

When it was her turn to go on stage, she was facing Gu Yu from the Third Regiment.

After the warm-up, the match begins.

In the first few points, both players played tentatively, as they don't usually interact much and weren't very familiar with each other's tactics.

After a few balls, Blizzard opted for a defensive strategy, seeking a safer approach.

Gu Yu came on strong, spiking every ball she could. She made many mistakes, but also scored many points, proving that fortune favors the bold.

With the score tied at 2-2, Gu Yu changed tactics and began to attack Blizzard's counterattack.

Blizzard had a plan in mind.

Backhand used to be her weak point. And I'm not bragging, but ever since she had Sasha, an ace player, to practice her backhand with, her backhand has improved dramatically.

She wasn't famous, and Gu Yu's impression of her was still from when the coach said her backhand wasn't very good.

Gu Yu always hit her backhand, which perfectly demonstrated the results of Coach Sasha's training of her.

At first, Blizzard kept a low profile and dealt with Gu Yu.

When the score was 2-5, Blizzard stopped hiding and launched a strong attack on Gu Yu's middle lane, maneuvering her and forcing her to turn around before she could even see the ball.

Gu Yu, panting, called for a pause.

The two were drinking water on the sidelines, with Blizzard thinking about how to continue to motivate Gu Yu.

Gu Yu looked serious, her face clearly showing her determination to win.

Returning to the game, Gu Yu was more composed and figured out Blizzard's offensive strategy. The two players traded baskets, eventually reaching a 10-10 tie.

Blizzard doesn't want a sixth game; they want a quick victory.

Gu Yu thought the same way, so he changed his strategy and stopped attacking fiercely. He kept the score close to 16:14, and only after realizing that he had lost the championship point did he feel relieved.

She smiled and shook hands with Blizzard, saying, "Wow, you're playing so fiercely! Let's practice more together in the future."

"Row!"

Blizzard never refuses a friendly challenge, except for idiots like Qiu Shiyue.

With some time before the next match, Blizzard grabbed a drink of water, picked up his bag, and headed to the training facility for practice.

When she took out her phone to check the time, she discovered that Qiu Shiyue had sent her many messages.

I hadn't even opened Blizzard yet, and was about to delete it with one click, when I received her latest text message:

"Admit it, you only won the women's doubles championship because of Sys."

Blizzard's finger hovered over the delete confirmation button, remaining motionless for a long time.

If it were in the past, when Qiu Shiyue said such things, she would have replied to Qiu Shiyue with a smug look: "You can't even get close to me if you want to."

She paused for a moment, then opened the series of messages sent by Qiu Shiyue.

"Silence means consent. I touched a nerve, so they don't dare to reply."

You live and eat with Sys every day, but your achievements are on completely different levels. So far, you don't seem to have won many championships, do you? Every time you go from 16/1 to 4/1, then make it to the semifinals and the finals, and then you just disappear.

How many times have you won?

Although I hate to admit it, Sys is indeed better than you.

I admit I like Big Head, and everyone knows I hate Sys; I'm not hiding it.

Whether your close relationship with her stems from genuine affection or from self-interest, you know the answer yourself.

Take the last championship you won, for example. It was a women's doubles match with Sys. If she hadn't been there to help you, could you have won?

You use small favors and tricks to build a good relationship with me by putting me down, but in reality, you make her your sparring partner so she doesn't have time to train on her own. Even if you partner with her in women's doubles, you'll still have her carry you. I heard all about your schemes in Beijing.

Am I right?

Coward, dares to do it but not to admit it.

He always has a whole set of reasons to belittle me, playing the role of some righteous hero, but in reality, he's incredibly wicked.

"Admit it, you only won the women's doubles championship because of Sys."

After reading the message, Blizzard's hand trembled uncontrollably as he held his phone.

She lowered her arms, and Qiu Shiyue's text messages kept coming in, the notification light flashing incessantly.

"Xiaoxue! What are you doing? Come on, practice for a bit!"

Sasha called to her from beside the pool table with her racket in hand. She looked over blankly and walked over instinctively.

Just as Sasha was about to serve, Blizzard suddenly called a halt.

"I... I'd better find a sparring partner. You... you have a match this afternoon, we can't let that interfere with your training."

"What did you say?"

Sasha thought she was acting strangely and hit the racket in her hand with a serve. "Come on, stop talking nonsense! We just finished the match, let's chat. What are you dawdling about?"

Blizzard absentmindedly picked up her racket and played against her, while Sasha hit her in the stomach with a ball.

It doesn't hurt, but it hurts a lot.

Blizzard looked at her, and Sasha said nothing, yet it seemed as if she had said a lot.

She roused herself, jumped twice quickly, and shouted, "Come on!"

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Her initial purpose was simple.

He stayed by Sasha's side, stopped Qiu Shiyue from getting close, saved Da Tou's racket, and made up for his regret in his previous life that he did not continue on the path of sports.

Every point is important, but there's not one she needs to win.

The longer I spend with them, the more afraid I become that they will forget me.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be making those little gestures on the ceiling.

Qiu Shiyue's text message was suspected of being provocative, but she didn't say anything wrong.

If she only thinks about making sure Sasha and the others don't forget her, but she doesn't achieve anything herself, the gap between them will only widen in the future.

She was trained to be diligent and get up early and go to bed late, but she always lacked a certain determination to win.

So in every competition, it always seems like I'm just a little short.

She didn't want things to get any worse.

During the afternoon match, Blizzard's mind was a complete mess, filled with Qiu Shiyue's text messages.

After losing two games, Blizzard finally woke up, their adrenaline surged, and they turned the tide.

All I want to do is win.

I fought tooth and nail for every point, not wanting to lose a single one.

After the show ended, Sasha sensed something was wrong with her even on the next stage.

"Working so hard? Is your arm okay?"

"OK."

"You'd better take it easy." Sasha sensed that something was wrong with Blizzard.

Blizzard: "I know what I'm doing."

"That's good."

It wasn't until Sasha went back to her suitcase and started organizing her clothes that Blizzard dared to shake her numb arm.

*

The moment Sasha led Blizzard and Dream onto the stage, Blizzard slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Does this count as her proving herself?

Even Da Meng noticed something unusual about Blizzard during this competition, and poked Blizzard after stepping off the stage.

"What did the second and third teams do to you that made you fight so hard?"

If you feel that any emotional shifts are abrupt or that the transitions are disjointed, please feel free to point them out. I will revise accordingly. Please forgive any shortcomings.