Pretending to Cultivate in Kindergarten-Chapter 188: Dopamine

In the classroom, Fang Meng sat at her desk, reviewing the finalized program schedule for the upcoming graduation ceremony.

She noticed Lin Zhengran returning to the room, followed shortly by Jiang Qian.

Just as she was about to greet Jiang Qian and discuss the performances, she suddenly noticed something unusual—Jiang Qian’s cheeks had a faint blush.

Although her expression remained as cold as ever, Fang Meng knew her well enough to detect even the smallest changes.

Jiang Qian sat down beside Lin Zhengran, stole a quick glance at him, then hurriedly opened a random book, pretending to read.

It was obvious she was trying to hide something.

Fang Meng blinked twice.

"Qian Qian…"

Two Days Before the Graduation Ceremony

On their way home, Jiang Qian and Fang Meng happened to see a female student struggling to lift a large suitcase up a flight of stairs.

In the past, Jiang Qian would have ignored such situations.

After all, carrying luggage was a matter of strength—sooner or later, the girl would manage on her own.

There was no reason for Jiang Qian to waste her time helping.

But today…

Fang Meng saw Jiang Qian stop and look at the girl.

After hesitating for a moment, she did something shocking—she walked over and asked,

"Need some help?"

The girl, unfamiliar with Jiang Qian, was stunned by her presence and beauty.

Blushing slightly, she stammered, "T-Thank you! But my suitcase is really heavy…"

"I’ll give it a try."

Since Jiang Qian exercised regularly, what was heavy for most girls was nothing to her.

With ease, she lifted the suitcase up the stairs.

The girl was extremely grateful.

"Wow! You’re amazing! Thank you so much! I actually have a lollipop in my pocket—would you like it as a thank-you gift?"

She handed Jiang Qian a lollipop.

Jiang Qian accepted it, and the girl waved goodbye before leaving.

Standing a few steps away, Fang Meng was frozen in shock.

Once she snapped out of it, she hurried over.

"Qian Qian? Did you just help someone?"

Jiang Qian turned to her, expression neutral. "What about it?"

Fang Meng stared at her, blinking in disbelief.

"It’s just… you usually don’t…"

She couldn’t quite describe the expression on Jiang Qian’s face—it was something between relief and nostalgia.

Jiang Qian looked down at the lollipop in her hand, then at the girl walking away with her luggage.

For some reason, she smiled.

It had been so easy to do something she had always wanted to do.

In that moment, Jiang Qian suddenly questioned herself—

Why had she been so conflicted for so long?

Why had she been so caught up in the past?

It felt as if she had spent years bottling up resentment, forcing herself to see everyone around her as ungrateful and selfish—as if she were punishing the world for what happened in her childhood.

But looking back now, she realized her childhood self had simply been too naive.

She had placed too much faith in others, expecting everyone to be inherently good.

She had never been punishing others—she had been punishing her own past self for being too kind.

Jiang Qian exhaled softly.

"Let’s go home."

She glanced at Fang Meng, then turned toward the school gates.

Fang Meng watched her walk ahead, her figure still graceful and composed—but for the first time in years, she caught a glimpse of the Jiang Qian from their childhood.

She had changed.

But the kind Jiang Qian was coming back.

Fang Meng didn’t know exactly what had caused this change, but she had a pretty good idea.

After all, there was only one person who could get through to Jiang Qian’s heart.

"Thank you, Lin Zhengran."

She smiled and ran after Jiang Qian.

That Night

Jiang Qian, dressed in silky pajamas, lay in bed and had a dream.

In her dream, she saw her younger self.

Little Jiang Qian sat alone, curled up in a corner, crying after being betrayed by her friends.

But then—

A six-winged angel descended from the sky.

The angel looked exactly like Lin Zhengran.

He gently stroked Little Jiang Qian’s hair, comforting her, guiding her toward the right path.

After saving her, he turned his gaze toward the older Jiang Qian, standing within the dream.

He walked over and took her hand.

"What’s wrong? Why are you staring at me like that?" he asked.

Jiang Qian looked at him with admiration, her voice soft and dreamy.

"I want to go with you. Take me with you. I’ll be your woman… and give you a hundred little angels."

The angel smiled—and slowly nodded.

In the dream, Jiang Qian blushed, lowered her head, and was then pulled into a warm embrace.

She buried herself happily in his chest.

And then—

She woke up.

Sitting dazed on her bed, Jiang Qian felt her face burning hot.

Dressed in pajamas, she stared blankly ahead, her heart racing uncontrollably.

One hand covered her mouth, the other clutched her chest.

The strange fluttering sensation she had felt earlier that day came rushing back—but this time, it was even more intense and undeniable.

Her heart thumped violently against her ribs.

The Next Morning

The sun shone brightly—only one more day until the graduation ceremony.

But when Fang Meng went upstairs to wake Jiang Qian, she found her lying in bed, sick.

Jiang Qian’s face was flushed red, beads of cold sweat on her forehead.

She clutched her chest, breathing heavily.

Fang Meng panicked.

"Qian Qian! What’s wrong?! Did you not sleep last night?!"

Jiang Qian shook her head weakly, her voice faint and breathy.

"I… I feel so uncomfortable… My heart is beating so fast…"

Fang Meng grabbed her phone.

"I’m calling the doctor! Hang in there!"

Jiang Qian’s private doctor arrived quickly.

After a full examination, he looked completely confused.

Fang Meng anxiously asked, "Doctor, what’s wrong with her?!"

Jiang Qian, still flushed and sweating, frowned. "Am I okay? My heart feels so weird…"

The doctor studied her reaction carefully, deep in thought.

"Her heart rate is definitely abnormally high… but I can’t pinpoint any illness."

"Has this ever happened before?"

Jiang Qian, face burning, shook her head. "Never. This is the first time."

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"We should go to the hospital and run a full scan."

Fang Meng tensed. "Is it something serious?"

"Hard to say," the doctor replied. "But she’s young—nothing life-threatening, I’m sure."

At the private hospital, Jiang Qian underwent a full-body scan with advanced equipment.

Even Jiang Jingshi rushed over upon hearing her sister was sick.

She stood beside Fang Meng, watching the doctor nervously.

"How long until we get the results?"

"Right away."

After analyzing the data, the doctor’s expression grew more puzzled.

Jiang Jingshi asked, "Well?"

The doctor looked at the charts, then at Jiang Qian.

"Why is her dopamine level so high?!"

"This level of excitement would overload anyone’s heart! Did she take any medication? Or… did something happen recently?"