Pretending to Cultivate in Kindergarten-Chapter 110: This Grudge, Big Sister Won’t Forget

After several fierce exchanges, He Qing gathered all her strength and delivered a perfect spinning back kick, forcing Lin Xue to stumble several steps backward.

The referee blew the whistle and announced the score.

“First round, victory to contestant He Qing!”

Lin Xue’s eyes widened in disbelief, unable to accept the result, while He Qing excitedly raised both hands in celebration.

From a distance, Lin Zhengran stood up and gestured to her, signaling that her kicks were excellent.

Beaming, He Qing waved back at him.

This time, Lin Zhengran even took the initiative to leave the stands and walk over to the resting area to encourage her.

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“How are you feeling? Was winning difficult?”

Seeing him approach, He Qing happily replied, “Not at all.”

Then, covering her mouth, she whispered in his ear, “That sister just looks scary, but I feel like she wasn’t in top form. She wasn’t using her full strength.”

She grinned. “At first, I was worried that if my strength wasn’t enough, I’d have to rely on speed, and that might be tiring. But it turns out I had nothing to worry about.”

Lin Zhengran chuckled and reached out to pat her head.

Her face turned red instantly, but she grinned from ear to ear.

“If that’s the case, finish the next match quickly so we can head back to school early,” he suggested.

He Qing nodded eagerly.

—

Meanwhile, in the resting area, Lin Xue sat slumped, exhausted and frustrated.

Jiang Jingshi walked over after stepping down from the stands, but Lin Xue was too embarrassed to even look at her.

Jiang Jingshi reassured her, “Losing isn’t a big deal. Just win the next round and make a comeback.”

She said it casually, but deep down, she already knew the outcome.

Lin Xue clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles cracked.

I’ve beaten city champions in private matches before. How could I lose to some silly, sweet-faced girl in a small-town competition?

Seeing Lin Xue remain silent, Jiang Jingshi didn’t linger. Instead, she returned to the stands, murmuring to herself:

Looks like the elite team I spent so much money training isn’t as invincible as I thought. But…

Her gaze drifted toward Lin Zhengran, who was chatting with He Qing.

This kid… is far more valuable than any tournament.

—

The second match was about to begin. If He Qing won this round, the tournament would be over.

Lin Zhengran and Jiang Jingshi returned to their seats.

This time, Jiang Jingshi changed the subject entirely.

“Zhengran, have you considered joining a good company after graduation? It would provide a stable starting point, and having the right backing can make things much easier.

“I don’t think you’re the type to be satisfied with just earning a salary, but having a solid platform to start with isn’t a bad idea. And once you grow enough, you can always leave.”

Lin Zhengran wasn’t surprised by her sudden change in topic. Clearly, she had already foreseen the match’s outcome.

“To be honest, Jiang Jie, I’m not interested in working for someone else’s company. Besides, it’s too early to be thinking about this. I haven’t even graduated high school yet.”

Jiang Jingshi shot him a sideways glance.

She didn’t believe the second half of his sentence at all.

Talented people weren’t bound by their age. Even if he wasn’t ready now, he must already have plans.

“So that means you’re planning to start your own business?” she asked, exhaling slowly.

A sense of danger crept into her instincts—a sharp intuition honed from years in business.

“If it were anyone else saying that at your age, I’d call them naive. But you…” She narrowed her eyes. “Even though I don’t know you that well yet, I have a feeling you’ll become a strong competitor of mine in the future.”

Lin Zhengran smiled faintly, his tone calm as always. “Jiang Jie, you’re joking. I’m no different from an ordinary person.”

Jiang Jingshi studied him for a moment before chuckling softly.

“There’s a big difference,” she said. “At the very least, from the first moment I saw you, I already liked you.”

With that, she turned her attention back to the match, which she already knew the result of.

—

The second round began, and Lin Xue was even more aggressive than before.

Realizing she wasn’t in top condition today, she grew desperate. If she couldn’t overpower He Qing, she needed to rely on her experience and speed—though speed had never been her forte.

She launched into a flurry of complex attacks, hoping to overwhelm He Qing and secure a quick win.

But He Qing barely needed to block.

She simply dodged effortlessly, occasionally raising her guard only when necessary.

Tilting her head, she gazed at Lin Xue curiously, her expression almost teasing.

Her eyes seemed to say:

Big sister, you won’t win like this. You’re too anxious. And fighting like this? It’s no fun at all.

Lin Xue could see the mockery in her gaze, which only made her even angrier.

She attacked even faster, but to He Qing, it felt like watching a child throw a tantrum.

She really doesn’t want to lose, huh?

Lin Xue refused to believe she was about to lose again.

She had never lost before.

Desperate, she delivered a powerful horizontal kick.

But He Qing blocked it effortlessly with just one arm.

Lin Xue’s eyes widened in shock.

At that moment, He Qing’s expression hardened.

She had been patient, but enough was enough.

With a single, decisive kick, she sent Lin Xue flying backward.

Lin Xue took a hit, but she grinned slightly as if saying:

Little sister, you seem tired too. That kick didn’t hurt much.

He Qing’s smile faded.

She slowly lowered her arm, her expression sharpening with determination.

Taking two steps back, she prepared herself.

Lin Xue immediately recognized the stance.

An aerial back kick? That’s such a basic move. Anyone can defend against it. There’s no way I’ll lose to that.

But before she could react, He Qing surged forward.

In a split second, with a crisp breath, she executed a near-perfect aerial back kick—just as Lin Zhengran had taught her.

Bam!

With sheer force, she sent Lin Xue soaring through the air!

Lin Xue crashed to the ground and even slid backward by a full step’s distance.

Lying on the mat, her trembling eyes were filled with shock.

Her hands were completely numb.

She knew it was over.

Staring up at the stadium ceiling, her eyes welled with tears as she slowly shut them.

Even the referee was stunned by the overwhelming difference in skill.

Then came the final announcement.

“Match over! Contestant He Qing is the champion!”

The other fighters from Jiang Jingshi’s team were utterly dumbfounded.

No one had expected Lin Xue to lose two rounds in a row—especially not this decisively.

Meanwhile, even those who had lost earlier were cheering for He Qing’s victory.

“He Qing! He Qing! He Qing!”

The crowd chanted her name in unison.

Among the celebrations, He Qing glanced at Lin Xue, who lay motionless on the ground, completely drained of her fighting spirit.

What was she thinking about right now?

—

In the stands, Jiang Jingshi sighed.

“I can’t believe she lost. This was unexpected. He Qing’s condition today was just too good… and her strength was absurd. Lin Xue really couldn’t compare.”

Before Lin Zhengran could say anything, Jiang Jingshi suddenly turned to him, her eyes warm but her tone playful.

“Zhengran, little brother, I’ll remember this grudge. One day, I’ll get my revenge.”

Lin Zhengran sweatdropped.

Before he could respond, his phone rang.

Checking the caller ID, he saw it was his grandfather.

Jiang Jingshi immediately hushed him and answered her own ringing phone, suddenly nervous like a little girl.

“Hello? Grandpa? It’s me, Jing Shi. What’s the occasion?”

Whatever her grandfather said shocked her.

“You’re home already? Okay, okay, I’ll head back right now. Wait for me.”

After hanging up, she looked a bit troubled.

“Zhengran, something urgent came up at home. I have to leave.”

She pulled out a business card from inside her coat.

“I forgot to give you my number last time. Let’s consider this our official introduction. I have a feeling we’ll be seeing each other again soon.”

She smiled.

“This time, it’s not about my sister. Zhengran, do you mind having me as a friend?”

Lin Zhengran took the still-warm business card—it had been in her coat pocket all along.

“Of course not,” he replied. “My number is—”

Before he could finish, Jiang Jingshi leaned in close and whispered, “No need. I already have it saved.”

Then she stood up, waved, and gracefully strode out of the arena.

Her wavy hair swayed with each step, exuding an indescribable air of elegance and maturity.