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

As soon as Jiang Yan'an finished speaking, the students from Class 4 who had been hiding gleamed with excitement and ran out with serious expressions. The number of people in the group gradually increased, and by the time they reached the last half lap, the group had returned to its starting position.

Jiang Yan'an stood next to Mo Jingyu, clapping her little hands vigorously, her face beaming with a happy smile, and shouted, "Brothers and sisters are great!" The classmates, who were panting from exhaustion, also tried to force a smile in response to Jiang Yan'an.

Looking at everyone who was panting after running just two laps, Mo Jingyu couldn't help but think to herself: High school students are indeed an endangered species. They pant after two steps, pant after three steps, and even going up the stairs turns them into asthma sufferers.

Why does the aristocratic school in this novel seem to have such a tragic fate?

"Alright, warm-up's over. Those of you who were running, take a break before you start practicing again. The rest of you can move around freely." After saying that, Mo Jingyu picked up a tissue, carefully wiped the chair clean, and then slowly sat down. She looked at the students moving around on the playground, wondering what they could do.

"An'an, is there anything you want to play?" Jiang Yan'an rested her head in her hands, her brows furrowed, and after thinking seriously for a moment, said, "Let me think... let's play volleyball!" Mo Jingyu nodded with a smile. "Do you need to borrow any sports equipment? I'll borrow it for you."

Wei Tong put down her vocabulary notebook, looked up, and said, "Badminton racket! Thank you, Sister Yu."

Mo Jingyu silently noted down what she needed to borrow, dusted herself off, stood up, and headed towards the equipment room. Seeing this, the cameraman picked up his camera to follow, but Mo Jingyu quickly turned around and held out her hand to stop him, saying, "You stay here. Carrying the camera around is too much trouble."

"An'an, you and your older brother and sister stay here and don't run around, okay? I'll be right back." Jiang Yan'an nodded obediently, her eyes full of trust.

With a loud "bang," the door suddenly slammed shut.

Mo Jingyu was so frightened that her whole body trembled, her heart clenched, and she almost blurted out a curse. She hurriedly turned around to look and found that the equipment room door was locked.

Mo Jingyu stared at the tightly closed door, her right eyelid twitching uncontrollably. An ominous premonition hung over her like a dark cloud. She strode over, placed her hand on the doorknob, and twisted it forcefully. Good! It was locked!

Mo Jingyu was speechless, inwardly screaming, "No way, shouldn't this essential plot point in campus novels be Mo Weiwei?! Why her?! Why does this crap have to happen?!" She instinctively reached into her bag, wanting to get her phone for help.

But the next second, she froze, a look of despair on her face. Oh no, she hadn't brought her bag.

Mo Jingyu: Brilliant! This round was practically aimed at me.

Mo Jingyu found a cushion, slowly sat down, curled up her legs, and hugged her knees tightly with her hands, like a wounded little animal curled up. Her face was full of helplessness, and she leaned her head against the shelf next to her with a look of utter despair, as if the whole world was against her.

"Haha, are you out of your mind? I'm not some kind of female lead, why do you have to make me go through this melodramatic plot? Isn't that too much?! Besides, this kind of plot is practically a mass-produced item, why do you have to put on a show for me?" Mo Jingyu angrily pointed at the ceiling and shouted loudly, the veins on her neck bulging slightly, her eyes full of resentment and complaints.

After yelling, Mo Jingyu felt a bit tired and thought she might as well lie down and take a nap. Just as she lay down, something suddenly jolted her back, making her hiss in pain.

She reached for her waist and realized it was a microphone. Mo Jingyu, as if grasping a lifeline in the darkness, jolted awake from her near-death state, grabbed the microphone from her collar, and shouted urgently, "Can you hear me? It seems a bit far. Is this equipment even working?"

"Hey, hey, hey, can you hear me? If you can, please tag the director and tell him to call someone to open the door for me. I'm locked in the equipment room." Mo Jingyu repeated this several times before stopping and muting her microphone, because her mouth was dry and her throat was practically on fire.

Viewers in the live stream felt as if they had experienced a bizarre and fantastical journey when they saw this scene.

Wait, whose voice was that intermittent sound just now? I didn't see any girl talking to the camera.

[I cleverly recorded it earlier; the voice sounds a bit like Sister Yu's.]

[No way, didn't Sister Yu go to the equipment room? How could the microphone pick up her voice from that distance?]

It couldn't be... something unclean, could it?

What kind of thing is it?

It's that kind of thing that makes the back of your neck feel cold.

[I listened to it twice more just now, and I think I heard something about an equipment room, and that they needed to call the director. Could it be that something happened to Sister Yu in the equipment room?!]

[I understand! There's only one truth: Sister Yu may have encountered a common plot in novels—she's been maliciously locked in the equipment room!]

Wow, that's really possible!

Jiang Yan'an noticed that her mother hadn't returned for a long time, and feeling uneasy, she cautiously asked Wei Tong with a hint of doubt in her eyes, "Sister, is the process of borrowing things from the equipment room very complicated?"

Wei Tong shook her head slightly and said, "No, you can just go in and take the things from the equipment room. There's usually no one guarding it."

"Mom has been gone for so long and hasn't come back yet. Sister, can you take me to the equipment room?" Jiang Yan'an looked at Wei Tong expectantly, her hands unconsciously clutching the hem of her clothes.

Wei Tong looked troubled. After all, Mo Jingyu had instructed Jiang Yan'an to wait here, but what if something really happened? After hesitating for a moment, Wei Tong ran to explain the situation to the class monitor.

Xia Han glanced at his watch, his expression turning serious. He said, "It has indeed been too long. Why don't you take An'an over there and take a look?"

Wei Tong nodded, took Jiang Yan'an's hand, and walked towards the equipment room. This time, the cameraman refused to stay, hoisting his camera and following behind. Viewers noticed that as they got closer to the equipment room, the mysterious voice became clearer.

At this moment, Mo Jingyu was lying on the mat, weakly murmuring into the microphone, "Help! Someone help me! Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing here?"

"Why did this incredibly unlucky experience and bullshit plot have to happen to me? I don't have claustrophobia, and I didn't try to seduce any school heartthrobs, so why am I locked up here?"

[Hahaha, it really is Sister Yu locked up inside!]

I don't know why, but I just really want to laugh, hahaha.

That last line about seducing the school heartthrob really cracked me up.

Isn't this kind of plot usually about the male lead having claustrophobia, and then the female lead appearing like an angel to save him?

Now that you mention it, I can picture it in my mind.

Just as they were about to reach the equipment room, the phone on Jiang Yan'an's bag suddenly rang. Jiang Yan'an quickly took out his phone, saw the name "Jiang Zhiyan" displayed on the screen, and immediately answered the phone, calling out in a clear voice, "Dad."

Jiang Zhiyan didn't waste any words on the other end of the phone. His voice was steady yet urgent. "Tell the uncle next to you to call the director. Mom is locked in the equipment room." Upon hearing this, Jiang Yan'an's eyes widened instantly, his face filled with anxiety. But he immediately did as Jiang Zhiyan said.

"Uncle, call the director quickly, Mom is locked in the equipment room."

Wei Tong and the cameraman stared in astonishment. The cameraman reacted quickly, immediately pulling out his phone to call the director. Still shocked, Wei Tong quickened his pace and ran towards the equipment room.