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

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

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 ng, 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 ng 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 an I can’t be afraid of mice. Everyone has their own fears."

Lin Zhengran t 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 ng 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 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 ca to move stuff."

Fang ng hesitated before nodding slightly.

"That… that works. Thanks."

"Wait here."

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

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

He turned back and looked at her, rembering 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 ng frowned slightly.

"Why are you just staring at ? 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 so clothes."

"Mm…"

Fang ng 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 an?"

The mory 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 mont, 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 ng that she didn’t need to get the spare part anymore?

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

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.

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

"Thank you, teacher."

Jiang Qian walked toward the equipnt 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 imdiately heard voices coming from the corner.

Fang ng: "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 ng: "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 ng 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… seed to be in the middle of sothing.

Lin Zhengran and Fang ng 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 ng 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 ca 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 ng, 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 sothing in here."

Fang ng frowned.

"What does that an? I don’t get it."

"Nothing."

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

At that mont, Fang ng and Jiang Qian locked eyes.

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

Lin Zhengran spoke up,

"Jiang Qian, Fang ng can’t leave like this. Call your driver and have him bring so 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 ng suddenly whispered,

"…Thanks, Jiang Qian."

Jiang Qian glanced at her and smiled.

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

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

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

After hanging up, she turned to Fang ng.

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

Fang ng nodded.

For the next ten minutes, an unusual silence filled the room. Fang ng 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 ng both turned to watch him go, imdiately understanding what he was doing.

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

Almost at the sa ti, they spoke.

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

"Fang ng, 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 ng sat together on the mat, finally voicing all their thoughts to each other.