Pretending to Cultivate in Kindergarten-Chapter 180: You Two Didn’t Even Close the Door Before Doing This?

The mouse, instead of running away like a normal rodent, seemed oddly arrogant. It squeaked defiantly and charged straight at Fang Meng.

Her face turned pale with fear as she clung even tighter to Lin Zhengran.

Before the mouse could get any closer, Lin Zhengran swiftly kicked it into the air. It arced beautifully before vanishing into the piles of clutter in the storage room.

He glanced down at Fang Meng, who still had her face buried against his arm.

"It’s gone. Are you seriously scared of a little mouse? I thought you practiced martial arts?"

Fang Meng cautiously turned back, confirming the mouse was gone. She let out a small sigh of relief and mumbled,

"Just because I know martial arts doesn’t mean I can’t be afraid of mice. Everyone has their own fears."

Lin Zhengran met her gaze, but his eyes unconsciously drifted downward.

Now that she had stood up, the tear in her pants was fully exposed, revealing a pair of pink lace underwear—an obviously youthful design.

Her upper body wasn’t spared either. Her torn shirt exposed the matching pink bra from the side.

Realizing where he was looking, Fang Meng blushed furiously, quickly squatting down and pulling at her shredded clothes.

"Pervert! Stop looking!"

Lin Zhengran sighed.

"You were the one who ran to my side in the first place. How does that make me the pervert?"

"I…" Her voice grew softer. "Just don’t look, okay?" She knew this whole situation was her fault.

"How about I get my jacket for you? I left it outside when we first came to move stuff."

Fang Meng hesitated before nodding slightly.

"That… that works. Thanks."

"Wait here."

Just as Lin Zhengran turned to leave, Fang Meng grabbed his pant leg.

"Come back quickly, okay? There are still mice here… I’m scared."

He turned back and looked at her, remembering how she had spent over a year expressionless, silently watching over him like Jiang Qian’s ironclad bodyguard.

Now, not only did she show emotions, but she also blushed, got scared, and even worried about things.

Fang Meng frowned slightly.

"Why are you just staring at me? And what’s with that expression?"

Lin Zhengran smirked.

"Nothing. I was just thinking about how we’re getting a lot closer. Don’t worry, I’ll be right back."

He handed her his phone.

"Call Jiang Qian while I’m gone. Ask her to bring you some clothes."

"Mm…"

Fang Meng took the phone and crouched back down, watching him leave with a faint blush on her cheeks.

She muttered to herself,

"Getting a lot closer? What does that mean?"

The memory of them singing together at KTV last week surfaced in her mind. Her heart pounded, but she quickly shook her head, trying to calm herself down.

Lin Zhengran retrieved his jacket from outside and headed back.

But at that very moment, Jiang Qian, who had been taking attendance on the field, happened to notice him.

She watched from a distance, her cold eyes following his unusual behavior.

PE class wasn’t over yet. So why was he getting his jacket?

Wasn’t he just supposed to tell Fang Meng that she didn’t need to get the spare part anymore?

But it had been so long, and Fang Meng still hadn’t come back. And now, Lin Zhengran had returned to the storage room multiple times…

Doubt crept into her mind. A certain rumor about couples sneaking off to do things surfaced in her thoughts.

Even though Lin Zhengran had already denied it…

Jiang Qian approached the PE teacher.

"Teacher, I’ve almost finished taking attendance. May I go to the restroom?"

The teacher took the list from her.

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"Sure. I’ll handle the rest. Go ahead."

"Thank you, teacher."

Jiang Qian walked toward the equipment storage.

Just as she neared the door, her phone vibrated—it was Lin Zhengran calling.

She ignored it. Instead, she slipped through a gap in the doorway, entering unnoticed.

Inside, she immediately heard voices coming from the corner.

Fang Meng: "You got the jacket?"

Lin Zhengran: "Yeah, but your shirt is covered in dust and already torn up. You should just throw it away, or else my jacket will get dirty too."

Fang Meng: "Huh?"

Lin Zhengran: "What? It’s already ruined, and you’re still wearing a bra. What’s the big deal?"

Jiang Qian froze.

Did she just hear that right?

Taking off clothes?

Her fingers clenched around the still-vibrating phone.

She walked toward the voices, and when she turned the corner, her eyes widened in shock.

Lin Zhengran was holding his jacket, and Fang Meng had already taken off her shirt.

She was only wearing a bra on top.

Her pants were practically in shreds.

And the two of them… seemed to be in the middle of something.

Lin Zhengran and Fang Meng both turned, seeing Jiang Qian standing there.

Three people. Six eyes. All frozen in place.

Jiang Qian's expression shifted, her fists tightening. Her voice trembled with disbelief.

"You two… were so desperate that you decided to do it here? Without even closing the door?!"

Fang Meng frantically waved her hands.

"N-No! Jiang Qian, you misunderstood! We weren’t—"

After a lot of explaining, Jiang Qian reluctantly believed them.

"So you’re saying… you came to get a part, but your shirt got caught and tore. Then when you turned, your pants got ripped too. And then, a bunch of stuff fell on you, making everything worse. And that’s how Lin Zhengran happened to walk in on you like this?"

Fang Meng, now wrapped in Lin Zhengran’s jacket, sat on the floor.

"I know it sounds ridiculous, but that’s really what happened. I don’t know why I was so unlucky…"

Jiang Qian looked at Lin Zhengran, who was still fully dressed.

"Alright… as ridiculous as it sounds, I’d rather believe that than believe you two were actually doing something in here."

Fang Meng frowned.

"What does that mean? I don’t get it."

"Nothing."

It meant that, deep down, Jiang Qian couldn’t accept the idea of Lin Zhengran and Fang Meng sleeping together. So she’d rather believe the absurd excuse.

At that moment, Fang Meng and Jiang Qian locked eyes.

They both remembered the tension between them over the past few days.

Lin Zhengran spoke up,

"Jiang Qian, Fang Meng can’t leave like this. Call your driver and have him bring some clothes for her."

Jiang Qian nodded.

"Got it."

She quickly pulled out her phone and called her family’s driver.

Before she could press the dial button, Fang Meng suddenly whispered,

"…Thanks, Jiang Qian."

Jiang Qian glanced at her and smiled.

"No need to thank me. Even though you’re not my assistant anymore, we’re still best friends. This is nothing."

Fang Meng’s pupils trembled slightly as she looked up at her.

Jiang Qian relayed the request over the phone, and the driver confirmed that he’d arrive with the clothes within ten minutes.

After hanging up, she turned to Fang Meng.

"It’ll be here soon. Just wait a little."

Fang Meng nodded.

For the next ten minutes, an unusual silence filled the room. Fang Meng sat on a sports mat while Lin Zhengran and Jiang Qian stood nearby.

Lin Zhengran, sensing the atmosphere, smirked.

"This is a good chance. You two don’t even have to wait until later to talk things out."

He casually walked toward the entrance.

"I’ll keep watch outside. You two stay here."

Then, he left the storage room.

Jiang Qian and Fang Meng both turned to watch him go, immediately understanding what he was doing.

The two best friends hesitated for a moment before finally gathering their courage.

Almost at the same time, they spoke.

"Jiang Qian, I’m sorry for what happened before."

"Fang Meng, I’m sorry for what happened before."

They both froze. Then, suddenly, they burst into laughter.

Once a girl starts laughing, it’s hard to stop.

Jiang Qian and Fang Meng sat together on the mat, finally voicing all their thoughts to each other.