Transmigrated into a vicious stepmother, striving to raise the little villain

At this moment, the parents in the stands also got up one after another and came to the sidelines to wait to welcome their children.

Ye Shu had been squeezed in the middle of the crowd and had his head down, so no one noticed him for a while. Until now, a classmate happened to catch a glimpse of him, and immediately, a few excited little screams rang out from the crowd.

Hearing someone call her name, Ye Shu turned her head slightly, a smile appearing on her face. Upon seeing this, the classmate blushed instantly and shyly buried her head on the shoulder of the classmate next to her.

Soon, it was Xie Yifan's turn to start. Mo Weiwei, abandoning her usual elegant and reserved demeanor and discarding all her idol image, cupped her hands to her mouth and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Xie Yifan, go for it! Charge!"

The audience was stunned; no one had expected Mo Weiwei's voice to be so loud.

Mo Weiwei's fans were completely bewildered, wondering: What's wrong with her? Does she no longer care about her public image?

But at this moment, Mo Weiwei had long since abandoned the concepts of image and persona; all she could see were the children running hard on the track.

Before long, it was Li Ziang's turn to strike.

Zhao Momo reacted quickly, snatching the megaphone from the director's hand and shouting at the top of her lungs, "Xiao Ang, go for it! Your dad said he's going to buy you the most expensive model car!"

Upon hearing this, Li Ziang's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but turn around and ask, "Really, Mom!"

Zhao Momo stomped her feet anxiously and shouted, "You run first, don't get distracted!" While each child was running, the students in the stands cheered quietly, and when the baton was successfully passed to the next runner, everyone cheered together.

After finishing his run, Li Ziang still had some energy left. He waved to everyone and jogged back to Zhao Momo's side, asking expectantly, "Mom, was what you said just now true?"

Zhao Momo teased him deliberately, blinking her eyes as she asked, "What if you don't have it? Will you still try?"

Li Ziang scratched his head and said with a grin, "No way, even if I don't, I'll still try my best to run. Of course, if I do, that would be even better!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Momo took out a tissue to wipe the sweat from Li Ziang's forehead, then handed him her phone, saying, "Here, this is a message your dad just sent." Li Ziang took the phone, his eyes widening instantly, and he jumped for joy.

At this moment, Jiang Yan'an and the other children ran over. Jiang Yan'an grabbed Li Zi'ang's hand and said eagerly, "Quick, quick, let's go cheer for our brother."

So the children lined up and shouted in unison in Ye Ye's direction, "Go, brother! You're the best!" Seeing that the children were struggling to shout, Zhao Momo thoughtfully held up a megaphone in front of them.

The children's voices carried even further through the loudspeaker: "Go, brother! You're the best!"

Mo Jingyu gently nudged Ye Shu beside her with her elbow and said, "You should shout a couple of times too."

Ye Shu watched her nephew running hard on the track, took a deep breath, and shouted, "Xiao Ye, keep it up! When we get back, I'll help you talk to all those aunts and uncles!" Everyone was stunned for a moment, then burst into cheerful laughter.

Hearing his uncle's promise, Ye Ye felt a warmth in his heart and was filled with strength, his steps quickening. He thought: This promise is too tempting. I've always hated those relatives who are always pointing fingers at me, but I can't argue with them. Now, with my uncle's help, I'm sure to win!

With only a short distance left to the finish line, the students in the stands stood up excitedly, and cheers poured out like a tidal wave.

Gu Shiqing's face turned bright red as he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Go, little brother! When you finish the race, I'll hang your picture on the principal's office door!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Ye nearly stumbled and twisted his ankle, but he quickly regained his balance, gritted his teeth, and accelerated with all his might to cross the finish line.

Immediately, the students' cheers were deafening, and the entire playground erupted in cheers.

Ye Shu and the others hurriedly ran to the finish line to greet Ye Ye.

Ye Ye, panting heavily, wearily placed his hand on Ye Shu's shoulder. The boy's physique was gradually becoming outstanding; at nearly 1.7 meters tall, he wasn't short for his age, but standing next to Ye Shu, who was 1.86 meters tall, he still looked like a child.

Ye Ye looked up, a hint of uncertainty in his eyes, and asked, "Uncle, will you really help me?"

Ye Shu nodded firmly and said seriously, "I will definitely keep my promise to you. I was just too busy with the New Year preparations before. If I go back, I will have to give them a good talking to even without you telling me."

Jiang Yan'an ran over, tugged at Ye Ye's sleeve, and said with admiration, "Brother, you're so great!" Ye Ye was in a good mood, reached out and patted Jiang Yan'an's head, and then patted the heads of the other children next to him.

At this moment, the director finally regained control of the megaphone, cleared his throat, and said, "I'm very happy to see the students cheering so enthusiastically for the children. Now, I will announce the results of the competition."

The once noisy track and field stadium fell silent instantly, and everyone held their breath, anxiously awaiting the result.

The director deliberately kept everyone in suspense, drawing out the last words, "So what was the result of the relay race? Let's congratulate the children! They successfully surpassed the program's standard!" As soon as he finished speaking, thunderous applause erupted in the audience.

Jiang Yan'an and the children excitedly high-fived each other in celebration, their faces beaming with the joy of victory.

Seeing the children's excited expressions, Ye Ye felt particularly happy. He bent down and gave each of them a high-five, a gratified smile on his face.

After the game, many students ran down from the stands, wanting to take photos with everyone. Because there were so many people, the director suggested taking a group photo.

Mo Jingyu held Jiang Yan'an in her arms as they stood in the audience, while the students returned to their seats in an orderly fashion. The director, holding a megaphone, shouted, "3, 2, 1, cheese!" With a click, the camera captured this joyful and vibrant moment.

"Students, we will post the group photo on the program's official Weibo account. You can go and check it out."

The group interacted with the students for a while before returning to the office.

As soon as she entered the office, Zhao Momo slumped into the office chair like a lump of mud, muttering, "Wow, my classmates are so enthusiastic, I can hardly handle it." Lin Yunyuan smiled and thoughtfully handed her a bottle of water, saying gently, "That's great, it shows that everyone really likes you."

"Yes, Momo, that's proof enough that your classmates like you." Mo Weiwei smiled slightly, agreeing. Zhao Momo quickly expressed her gratitude, and then began a polite exchange of compliments.

Mo Jingyu sat to the side, feeling a sense of awe. She had never experienced so many people asking for her autograph in a single day before, and she secretly marveled at her "damn charm."

At this moment, her right hand, which was hanging by the chair, was still trembling slightly. She said with a wry smile, "My right hand is still shaking. When I was signing in the back, I didn't even know what I was signing. I was just relying on muscle memory."

Watching from the side, Ye Shu couldn't help but tease, "This is the price of becoming famous."

Mo Jingyu was amused and laughed and cried at the same time. She pretended to be annoyed and said, "I should have toned down my charm." Zhao Momo laughed and slid her office chair closer to Mo Jingyu, saying, "Yes, your charm has completely conquered me."

"Mom, you said the same thing last night when you were looking at Aunt Yuanyuan's stills." Suddenly, Li Ziang's childish voice came from the side.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Momo made a move to slide her chair over to confront her son. But as soon as the chair moved, Mo Jingyu stopped her with a hand.