Pretending to Cultivate in Kindergarten-Chapter 93: The Second Miss’s Curiosity Syndrome

In a two-story villa in Zitong City, the eldest daughter of the Jiang family, Jiang Jingshi, sat elegantly on the living room sofa, sipping coffee. She was dressed in a high-heeled dress, exuding grace.

Due to their parents’ excellent genes, both sisters possessed top-tier looks. However, compared to the icy and distant Jiang Qian, Jiang Jingshi had a noticeably gentler temperament, truly embodying the essence of an elder sister.

She sat with her legs neatly together, holding a steaming cup of coffee in one hand while lightly blowing on the surface before taking a sip. “How many days has Qianqian stayed in her room?”

Fang Meng, who was also seated on the sofa, poured herself a cup of coffee while answering, “Exactly three days. Since childhood, this is the longest she’s ever shut herself in.”

Jiang Jingshi took another sip of her coffee and pondered.

“This time, is the opponent really that strong? In the past, even when Qianqian faced someone she couldn’t defeat, she’d only lock herself in for half a day at most before figuring out a solution. But now, three days without eating or drinking… This is a first.”

Fang Meng lifted her own cup. “This time is different. The opponent completely outmatches her in every aspect—looks, physique, academic performance, physical strength, special talents, starting point, even the piano, which Second Miss excels at. I’d say he’s the most talented boy I’ve ever seen.”

Hearing such high praise, Jiang Jingshi was a bit surprised. “That extraordinary? And it’s a boy?”

Fang Meng nodded, glancing at Jiang Qian’s room upstairs. “But even against such a formidable opponent, I know her well—she’ll always find a way.”

She recalled many childhood experiences. In her eyes, Jiang Qian might get knocked down, but she would always get back up. She was the kind of person who could never be truly defeated.

Just as they finished speaking, the door to Jiang Qian’s room creaked.

Both Jiang Jingshi and Fang Meng turned their heads toward the second floor.

The door slowly swung open.

Out walked Jiang Qian, still in her pajamas, her hair a bit messy. She was as beautiful as ever, but she looked a little drained.

Jiang Jingshi smiled warmly. “Qianqian, did you figure out a way to counter him?”

Jiang Qian looked down at the two in the living room and replied blankly, “No, I just realized I hadn’t eaten in three days and was starving. Xiao Meng, hurry up and get me some breakfast before I die of hunger.”

Fang Meng stood up immediately. “Got it, Qianqian. Do you want to eat in your room or come downstairs?”

Jiang Qian remained expressionless. “I’ll eat in the dining room. And bring me a glass of milk.”

“Alright.” Fang Meng smiled slightly, originally thinking Jiang Qian would continue her seclusion. But judging from her demeanor, she must have thought of something.

A short while later, Jiang Qian, still in her pajamas, came downstairs and took a seat at the dining table.

Fang Meng brought her breakfast and absentmindedly helped smooth out her messy hair. Jiang Qian, elegant yet swift, wolfed down her food.

“Another serving,” she demanded.

Fang Meng was stunned. “Uh… okay, just a moment.”

She brought over another plate, and once again, Jiang Qian devoured it in seconds.

Her previously empty stomach finally felt some relief, and her complexion improved significantly.

Seeing her sister return to normal, Jiang Jingshi finished her coffee, glanced at the time, and got up to leave. “Since you’re fine now, I’m heading out. When are you going to school?”

Jiang Qian turned to her sister. “This afternoon.”

Jiang Jingshi encouraged her with a simple, “Good luck,” before leaving.

Fang Meng, sitting nearby, leaned forward. “So, how do you feel now?”

“What do you mean?” Jiang Qian looked confused.

“I mean, about that boy, Lin Zhengran.”

Jiang Qian froze. The moment she heard his name, her face inexplicably flushed, and she stared at the table, saying nothing.

Fang Meng was bewildered. Seeing such a shy expression on Jiang Qian’s face was a first.

Of course, Jiang Qian wasn’t in love with Lin Zhengran—at least not yet.

She had simply developed an extreme case of curiosity syndrome.

During those three days of self-isolation, Jiang Qian hadn’t just been idly sulking. Her brilliant mind had been racing, coming up with thousands of potential strategies to surpass Lin Zhengran.

She considered cramming literature, cutting her sleep down to two hours a night to practice piano, doubling her workout routine, and countless other drastic measures.

But no matter how many simulations she ran in her head, the gap between them still felt like a tiny stream compared to the vast ocean.

Completely insurmountable.

This led her to a burning question—how did someone like Lin Zhengran, with such an ordinary family background, reach this level?

Even if he was a rare genius, a once-in-a-million prodigy, he must have put in immense effort to be superior in every single aspect.

Thus, her curiosity deepened. It grew from mild interest to intense fascination.

Eventually, after three days of overthinking and starvation-induced delirium, her admiration for Lin Zhengran reached an unprecedented level.

Fang Meng suddenly had a terrible realization. She looked at Jiang Qian in horror.

“Qianqian! I’m calling a doctor! You’re sick!”

Jiang Qian saw Fang Meng pull out her phone and quickly, albeit with a red face, stopped her. Fortunately, she still had some rationality left.

“No need. I’m just a little… interested in him. It’ll pass in a few days. Really.”

Fang Meng had never seen Jiang Qian like this before. “But your expression—fine, whatever. I just hope it really passes.”

At this moment, Fang Meng had an ominous feeling… Something strange was about to unfold.

—

That morning, Jiang Qian took a nap, then got dressed and freshened up. Feeling rejuvenated, she hopped into the car and headed to school.

Seeing her behave as usual, Fang Meng sighed in relief.

But as soon as they arrived, they spotted Lin Zhengran walking from the dormitory to the classroom.

Jiang Qian’s cheeks instantly turned crimson.

Fang Meng was dumbfounded.

“Qianqian! Are you really okay?”

Jiang Qian turned her head away, her tone filled with an unfamiliar shyness. “I’m fine.”

“…I really don’t think you are. Are you sure you don’t need to see a doctor?”

Jiang Qian covered her blushing face with one hand. “I said I’m fine.”

Fang Meng: “Please stop. You’re scaring me.”

—

Once inside the school building, Jiang Qian didn’t go to class but instead sought out the homeroom teacher, requesting a seat change.

Her reason was logical, and her expression remained as composed as ever.

“Teacher, I believe that if I sit next to Lin Zhengran, my academic performance will improve. I’d like to request a seat adjustment.”

Surprisingly, the teacher picked up a newly arranged seating chart from after military training and replied,

“I actually already made that adjustment. And I’ve also decided on our class monitor and vice monitor. Given how exceptional your scores are, I thought it best to have you two sit together.”

Jiang Qian glanced at the new seating chart and the class appointments.

At the top, it read:

For the first time in her life, Jiang Qian had been outranked.

—

That afternoon, the teacher announced the seating adjustments and the new class leadership roles.

When Lin Zhengran heard Jiang Qian would be his new deskmate, he wasn’t particularly surprised. After all, high school prioritized academics over randomness, and high achievers were often grouped together.

However…

After the seating was rearranged, he noticed Jiang Qian sitting beside him, flipping through a book with a flushed face, her aura still as untouchable as ever.

She looked both hot and cold at the same time.

Something about her felt… off.

Out of nowhere, she asked, “Class Monitor, how much time do you usually spend studying?”

Lin Zhengran glanced at her serious expression and answered casually, “It depends. I study whenever I have time.”

“Same here. Thanks for the answer.”

Jiang Qian mentally jotted down his routine and continued, “You’ve already started reading advanced textbooks, right? What have you been studying lately?”

Lin Zhengran blinked.

This… felt oddly familiar.

“Research Methods and Experimental Design in Ecology.”

Jiang Qian froze.

“…That’s not a high school textbook.”

“No, it’s actually a required course for a master’s in ecology. I’m just reading it for fun.”

Jiang Qian: “……”

She could practically see the bottomless chasm between them.

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