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

In the classroom, Jiang Yan'an distributed gifts to the students. After Jiang Yan'an finished distributing the gifts, Mo Jingyu stood up and said in a clear voice, "There's still half a class left. Let's choose an opening dance. Everyone, please form groups of four and discuss which program you want to perform. Finally, we'll coordinate and count the votes."

Five minutes passed, and Mo Jingyu raised her hand, gesturing for the class monitor to come over. Standing by the podium, she said, "Each group should send a representative to speak, and then the rest of the class will vote. First group, you can go first."

The boy in the first group stood up in response. He lowered his head slightly, fidgeted with his hands in front of him, and looked a little nervous. He said, "We want to keep our performance simple and just dance a regular ballroom dance." After saying that, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and quickly sat down.

The class monitor started counting the votes, and it turned out that only their group had voted. The second and third groups had the same result. When it was the fourth group's turn, Jiang Xing stood up, put his hands behind his back, looked at the ground, and said in a slightly shy voice, "Our group thinks we can dance to 'Baby Bus' so that An An can dance with us."

This suggestion was well-received by many students, and a buzz of discussion immediately filled the classroom, with everyone's faces showing interest. The following suggestions were varied, some quirky and interesting, some trendy and fashionable, and others full of classical charm.

The last person to stand up was Duan Xinxing. His eyes gleamed with excitement, his body leaned slightly forward, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists. He said with great emotion, "We want to perform a college student parade with the May Fourth Movement as the theme. I believe that as high school students, we should show our patriotism."

When Mo Jingyu heard the words "May Fourth Movement," her eyes lit up instantly. She was secretly amazed: she hadn't expected that the author of this novel, apart from writing a melodramatic plot, was actually quite good in this aspect, and even based it on the historical system of the original world.

In the final vote count, "BabyBus" and the program themed around the May Fourth Movement received the same number of votes. Immediately, all eyes were on Mo Jingyu and Jiang Yan'an. Jiang Yan'an blinked her big, watery eyes, raised her small, pink hand high, and said in a clear voice, "I choose 'BabyBus'!"

Facing the expectant gazes of the crowd, Mo Jingyu frowned slightly, her eyes revealing a thoughtful expression. After a moment, she cast her vote firmly for the program themed on the May Fourth Movement.

"Then isn't this still a tie?" one student couldn't help but exclaim.

At this moment, Xia Han coughed on the podium, attracting everyone's attention. He adjusted his glasses, his eyes showing seriousness and determination, and said, "I'm submitting my entry for a program on the theme of the May Fourth Movement. This theme is not only good, but it can also get a high score. Last year, our program was poorly chosen and received a low score, which caused our overall score in the sports meet to be lower than that of the class next door."

Mo Jingyu looked around and, seeing that none of the students had any objections, decisively slapped the podium and said, "Then it's settled. The performance will be a street parade with the May Fourth Movement as its theme."

Jiang Yan'an looked up at Mo Jingyu with longing in his eyes and asked, "Can I participate in this program?"

Mo Jingyu tilted her head slightly, thought for a moment, and then smiled faintly, saying, "Why don't you act out being a baby in swaddling clothes?" Jiang Yan'an looked blank, clearly not understanding the meaning of the word "swaddling clothes." Duan Xinxing quickly said, "An'an doesn't need to perform anything special, just follow us."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yan'an's eyes lit up instantly, and he excitedly said, "I want to join in raising the flag and shouting slogans!"

After the program was finalized, the students gathered together to discuss the details enthusiastically. Mo Jingyu stepped aside, leaned against the wall, her gaze somewhat unfocused, her thoughts drifting back to her high school days.

That evening, Mo Jingyu returned to her dorm room, briefly greeted Zhao Momo, and then went to the next room. Lin Yunyuan, seeing that only Mo Jingyu had entered, instinctively looked behind her and asked, "Where's An'an? Is she asleep?"

Mo Jingyu nodded slightly, a tired look on her face, and said, "He played too wildly this afternoon, and fell asleep as soon as he hit the bed after taking a shower."

"Xiao Ang still has so much energy, he's still lying in bed playing on his phone." Zhao Momo said as she walked into the room, then came out with a phone. Lin Yunyuan smiled slightly and said, "Looks like he's about to give up too."

The three of them sat around the table eating a late-night snack, the light on the table dim and warm. Zhao Momo frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Although the live stream has ended, is it not appropriate for us to keep calling her Mo Weiwei?" After saying that, she looked at Mo Jingyu.

Mo Jingyu gently took off her gloves and placed them on the table, her tone calm yet decisive, "I'll go call her." Lin Yunyuan said with concern, "Or should I go? You've had a long day."

Mo Jingyu waved her hand, stood up, pushed open the door, and went out. Reaching the next room, she opened the door and found no one inside. She tiptoed to the bedroom door, faintly hearing voices inside, then immediately turned back to the living room and sat quietly on the sofa to wait.

In the bedroom, Mo Weiwei looked at Xie Yifan with a pained expression, gently stroking his hair, and said tenderly, "Fanfan, you must be very tired from learning so many things. Why don't we stop learning?"

Xie Yifan shook his head firmly, his eyes full of love for learning, and said, "No, Mom, I like learning these things. You don't need to worry about me."

Mo Weiwei was still worried, her eyes filled with concern, and she pressed, "Really, it wasn't your father who forced you? If someone is forcing you, you must tell your mother. You're still young, you don't need to work so hard."

“Look at An’an and the others, they’re carefree every day.” Xie Yifan’s face was filled with a happy smile as he held Mo Weiwei’s hand and comforted her. “Mom, don’t worry, if I’m wronged, I’ll definitely tell you right away. Actually, An’an is also trying hard to learn what she likes, and so are the other kids. So you really don’t need to worry about me.”

Upon hearing this, Mo Weiwei smiled with relief and gently patted Xie Yifan's head again, saying, "Okay, Mom won't worry anymore."

Mo Weiwei pushed open the bedroom door and walked out. She immediately saw Mo Jingyu sitting on the living room sofa and asked, "What are you doing here? Didn't you go next door?"

Mo Jingyu rolled her eyes and said, "What are you talking about? Am I really that unlikable?"

Mo Wei was taken aback for a moment, then immediately rolled her eyes at him and said warily, "You didn't come back to eavesdrop on our conversation, did you?"

Mo Jingyu looked helpless and spread his hands, saying, "I'm not that bored. I came to invite you over for a late-night snack. Oh right, I invited you..." Before he could finish speaking, Mo Weiwei reached out and covered his mouth. "Watch your words. There are paper and pens on the table, or you can type on your phone."

Mo Jingyu quickly raised her hand and shoved Mo Weiwei's hand away, pretending to curse while rapidly typing on her phone, "Mo Weiwei, are you sick in the head?! I kindly invited you to get some late-night snacks, and this is your attitude?"

Mo Weiwei rolled her eyes in exasperation as she watched Mo Jingyu put on her act, but still managed to say in a soft, affected voice, "Sister, that's not what I meant! How could you think of me like that? Waaaaah!"