Quick Transmigration: I'm the Villain's Assistant to the Protagonist

Shen Ying suppressed her inner panic and hurriedly checked her phone's financial status. The mere 250 yuan balance on the screen made her heart sink.

The information revealed by the system was like a wake-up call in her mind, and she clearly realized that there were only a few hours left before the virus outbreak.

Shen Ying stared intently at her phone screen, her finger hovering over the contacts list, trembling slightly as she swiped it gently.

Her gaze swept over the names of the contacts one by one, and finally, after gritting her teeth, she chose the original owner's family.

Her palms were sweaty as she gripped her phone tightly, as if it were her only remaining connection to the outside world.

She took a deep breath, the sound of which was particularly clear in the quiet dormitory. She mustered her courage and pressed the call button.

The phone kept ringing, each ring like a pounding on her tense heartstrings.

"Hello?" The unfamiliar voice of the original owner's family came from the other end of the phone, and Shen Ying's heart clenched.

She tried to adjust her tone of voice so that it sounded anxious rather than fearful: "Mom, I'm in big trouble now."

There's been a problem at the school. It seems there are some suspected cases of a dangerous infectious disease, and the situation is quite serious, with the possibility of a large-scale outbreak.

I need to quickly prepare some protective equipment and medicine, but I don't have enough money. Could you transfer some money to me first?

Her speech quickened unconsciously, but the sincerity in her words grew stronger, and her eyes flickered with unease and expectation.

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone. Shen Ying's heart jumped into her throat. She was so nervous that she almost dared not breathe, afraid that the original owner's mother would become suspicious or refuse.

Fortunately, the original owner's mother seemed to sense her anxiety, and simply reminded her to be careful without asking any further questions.

"Okay, honey, don't panic, I'll transfer the money to you right away."

Upon hearing this, Shen Ying felt a great weight lifted from her shoulders. Her body went limp, and tears of gratitude and relief welled up in her eyes as she repeatedly said, "Thank you."

Shen Ying also instructed the original owner's mother to take this matter seriously, to prepare supplies at home, and to avoid going to crowded places.

She hung up the phone, breathed a long sigh of relief, knowing that she had gained a small advantage in this race against time, but many unknowns and dangers still awaited her ahead.

Just then, the dormitory door creaked open, and two young and energetic girls walked in, chatting and laughing.

Shen Ying looked at her roommates who pushed open the door and entered with smiles on their faces. Her lips trembled slightly, and she was caught in a brief internal struggle.

She knew the matter was too bizarre and absurd, and that speaking out might cause more trouble, but her conscience made it difficult for her to leave silently alone.

Although this is a game world to her, it is real to them.

After hesitating for a moment, she decided to inform them of the crisis.

The roommates' cheerful smiles froze on their faces instantly, as if they had been frozen by magic. After a moment, their expressions turned into playful ones, as if they thought Shen Ying was joking.

One of his roommates raised an eyebrow and teased with a smile, "What are you up to? Are you playing some new prank?"

Another roommate laughed along, but there was still a hint of doubt in his laughter: "Yeah, don't scare us, how could this be true?"

Their eyes lingered on Shen Ying, full of inquiry and disbelief, as if they were certain that this was just a farce by Shen Ying, waiting for her to admit it with a smile.

However, Shen Ying's solemn expression made them feel uneasy, as if a shadow was quietly looming over them and could not be dispelled.

Shen Ying felt as if something was choking her throat. She swallowed hard and could only grit her teeth and continue making up excuses.

Her eyes darted around, avoiding eye contact with her roommates, and she stammered, "I...I was helping out in the school lab just now, and I overheard the teachers talking quietly."

It is said that some strange symptoms have appeared among students, and the virus is spreading extremely quickly, which is likely a new type of deadly virus.

I didn't want to believe it either, but their expressions were so serious that I felt it couldn't be baseless.

As she spoke, she unconsciously twisted her fingers, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

She tried to make her eyes look sincere and resolute, looking directly into her roommates' eyes, but the panic in her heart was like a wild horse galloping wildly in her chest.

She deliberately raised her voice, trying to use the force of her voice to cover up the flaws in her words.

Every word seemed to be squeezed out with difficulty from between his teeth: "I'm really not kidding. The teachers' expressions were very serious. I also heard them mention some symptoms, such as persistent high fever, confusion, and some people had strange rashes."

It's said that several students have already been quarantined, and the school is urgently discussing countermeasures.

To enhance credibility, she also described in detail the so-called "virus transmission routes," claiming that it spreads rapidly through the air and contact, urging her roommates not to let their guard down.

After saying this, without waiting for her roommates' reactions, Shen Ying turned and rushed towards the dormitory door.

Her steps were hurried and flustered. She grabbed her keys from the shoe cabinet by the door, and with a flick of her arm, she tore off her coat hanging next to her and draped it over her shoulders.

She opened the door, and a gust of cold wind rushed in.

Time was of the essence; every second that passed could push her further away from any hope of survival.

At that moment, she had only one belief in her mind: to purchase supplies as soon as possible, go to the Beijing Pathogen Research Center, and find a way to deal with the crisis.

She ran all the way to the supermarket, weaving through the shelves like a whirlwind.

Her hands kept stuffing various foods that could be preserved for a long time into the shopping basket. Compressed biscuits, beef jerky, instant noodles and other items were quickly scooped up by her. Her eyes were still searching anxiously. Then she picked up several large bottles of drinking water.

After purchasing the supplies, Shen Ying rushed to the airport to head to the Beijing Pathogen Research Center.

Throughout the journey, she kept urging the taxi driver to go faster, her eyes fixed on the receding street scenes outside the car window, muttering to herself and silently praying that there would be no traffic jam.

Upon arriving at the airport, she found the flight schedule incredibly tight. Ignoring her slightly disheveled clothes, she dragged her suitcase full of supplies and rushed around the waiting hall, drawing stares from those around her.

She ignored everything and just kept running towards the boarding gate.

After boarding the plane, Shen Ying sat in her seat, clutching her backpack containing supplies tightly with both hands, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

She was filled with anxiety; her heart was pounding violently in her chest, as if it were about to burst out of her chest.

She kept praying in her heart that everything would go smoothly, hoping to reach the Beijing Pathogen Research Center before the virus outbreak, find Ming Xiaoxiao, and learn the identity of the colleague she bit.

I also hope that I can survive in this absurd and terrifying game and complete the almost impossible task.

As the plane slowly took off, she gazed at the city outside the window, which was gradually shrinking, her eyes filled with worry and determination.