Pretending to Cultivate in Kindergarten-Chapter 174: Heroic Deed

They randomly picked a local KTV in town.

In Lin Zhengran’s impression, KTVs weren’t as popular anymore, but to his surprise, this one was quite lively.

As soon as they walked in, they were greeted by loud cheers. Various groups of people were singing their hearts out, as if they were professional performers.

After choosing a private room, Fang Meng ordered half a crate of beer.

Lin Zhengran raised an eyebrow. “You think you can finish all that?”

Fang Meng, sitting on the plush KTV sofa, stared at the beers. “I’ll drink as much as I can. I just need a little courage.”

Without even starting to sing, she clinked her bottle against his and chugged down over half of it in one go.

It was clear that she was really anxious about her upcoming conversation with Jiang Qian next week.

She selected a few love songs, grabbed the microphone, and exhaled a faint trace of alcohol.

Her voice was loud and clear. While not as breathtaking as Jiang Xueli’s, she was still a decent singer. She sang with emotion, fully immersed in the moment.

"Leave my sorrow to myself, let your beauty take you away~"

Lin Zhengran didn’t mind. As long as she could relax, that was all that mattered. Though, he had to admit, this song was kind of old.

After nearly half an hour of singing, Fang Meng had downed three to five bottles of beer. Her face was flushed, her voice hoarse, and she was visibly tipsy as she slumped against the sofa.

Drunkenly, she glanced at Lin Zhengran. “You barely drank anything.”

He looked at the empty bottles in front of him. “I drank the same amount as you.”

Fang Meng held the microphone, puzzled. “But you don’t look drunk at all?”

Lin Zhengran smirked. “Guess that just means I can hold my liquor better than you.”

She blinked and accepted reality, leaning back into the couch while the KTV screen continued playing. “Can I ask you a question, Lin Zhengran?”

“Sure.” He cracked open another beer and took a sip.

Fang Meng stared at him. “If you were Qianqian… and the people you helped when you were younger never returned the favor, how would you feel?”

Lin Zhengran, seated beside her, replied calmly, “I wouldn’t feel anything. I’d just keep doing my own thing.”

“What do you mean?”

“Exactly what I said. First of all, I only help people selectively—I’m not wasting my time on just anyone. Usually, there’s some kind of return involved. Second, aside from my childhood friends, I only help others with minor things. If it’s a small favor, I don’t expect anything in return. If they do repay me, great. If not, it doesn’t affect me.”

He glanced at Fang Meng.

“Jiang Qian’s issue was that she didn’t know how to judge people. Not everyone in this world is worth helping, but not everyone is undeserving either. You have to be able to tell the difference. Of course, kids don’t understand that—it’s part of growing up.”

Fang Meng observed Lin Zhengran’s expression. Unlike other people their age, there wasn’t a trace of uncertainty in his eyes.

She sighed in admiration. “You really do feel like an older brother sometimes, Zhengran. You’re right… it really is that simple.”

She handed him the microphone. “I’ve been singing this whole time. Do you sing?”

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He took the mic. “A little.”

The song she had queued up was already playing, so he didn’t bother changing it.

As the lyrics scrolled across the screen, he began singing.

"Leave my sorrow to myself~"

Fang Meng’s fingers trembled slightly.

Her heartbeat quickened.

She hadn’t expected his voice to be this good.

Staring at his sharp jawline under the dim KTV lights, she subconsciously pressed her lips together.

She picked up the second microphone and joined him.

—

Meanwhile, at the KTV entrance, two boys and two girls—students—were laughing and chatting as they approached the front desk to book a room.

Just as they were about to finalize their reservation, a group of ten police officers walked in and spoke to the staff.

“We suspect drug activity on the premises. Lock the front and back doors.”

The staff were startled but immediately nodded. “Understood, officer! We’ll fully cooperate.”

The four students, intrigued, tried to follow the officers at a distance, only to be scolded.

“Don’t get involved!”

The police, accompanied by KTV staff, began checking suspicious rooms.

When they reached one particular door, they spotted a man outside, smoking and keeping watch.

The moment he saw the officers, he panicked and tried to warn those inside.

But before he could react, the officers rushed him, pinning him down.

“Don’t move!”

Inside the room, the gangsters heard the commotion and were about to check when they were met with a swarm of police.

Panic set in.

Some surrendered. Others tried to flee.

The police managed to subdue most of them, but one managed to escape and bolted down the hallway.

As the officers gave chase, the suspect sprinted past the men’s restroom—where Lin Zhengran happened to be washing his hands.

“Stop! You really think you can outrun us?!” one of the officers shouted.

Stepping out of the restroom, Lin Zhengran saw the man charging toward him.

His face was sallow, his expression twisted in desperation.

“Get out of my way, kid! Move, or I’ll f***ing kill you!” the man roared.

Lin Zhengran took a step back.

Then, just as the guy passed by—

He grabbed the back of his shirt and slammed him into the wall with a loud thud.

What seemed like a simple motion made the criminal feel as if an enormous boulder had crushed him.

He couldn’t breathe.

His face turned pale.

The pursuing officers quickly caught up and restrained him. “Still think you can escape? We’ve got officers at every exit!”

Though Lin Zhengran’s move was effortless, the police were impressed.

One of them patted him on the shoulder. “Thanks, kid. You’re pretty strong.”

Lin Zhengran chuckled. “No problem. Just a reflex.”

—

Back in their room, Fang Meng had heard the commotion outside.

Opening the door, she saw Lin Zhengran surrounded by police and quickly ran over.

“What happened?!” she asked, a bit panicked.

He shrugged. “Nothing much. The police were making an arrest, and the guy happened to run past me, so I stopped him.”

“You just—stopped him?”

She looked at the restrained man.

He seemed dazed but was clearly not someone an average person could casually subdue.

But then she remembered how effortlessly Lin Zhengran had pinned her down earlier that morning.

Yeah… it made sense.

“Wait, isn’t that the class monitor and Fang Meng?!” a voice called out.

The four students who had been watching from afar walked over excitedly.

Two of the boys were actually from their class.

“What are you guys doing here?” Fang Meng asked.

“We live in this town too! What a coincidence! Were you guys on a date?” one of them grinned. “And, damn, class monitor, I saw you take that guy down! That was badass!”

A nearby officer turned to Lin Zhengran. “You said your name is Lin Zhengran? What school do you go to?”

One of the classmates answered for him. “He’s our class monitor! We’re from First High School.”

The officer smiled. “First High? Good students, huh? Got it.”

After giving him a final pat on the shoulder, the officers finished their operation and left.

—

The following Monday, during a self-study session—

The homeroom teacher and the academic director walked into the classroom, grinning ear to ear.

The director cleared his throat.

“Alright, everyone, quiet down! Let’s give a big round of applause to your class monitor, Lin Zhengran! The police informed us that during last week’s operation, a student assisted them in apprehending a suspect. Apparently, he was with his girlfriend at the time and acted out of bravery!”

“The footage is now on the school’s official page. Though it’s censored, you can still tell it’s Lin Zhengran and Fang Meng! The school will formally commend them at the next assembly!”

The classroom erupted into whispers.

Half were shocked that Lin Zhengran had taken down a criminal.

The other half were shocked that Fang Meng was supposedly his girlfriend.

Lin Zhengran, Fang Meng, and Jiang Qian all had their mouths slightly open in disbelief.

The homeroom teacher chuckled to herself.

Director, we agreed not to mention the ‘girlfriend’ part…

She sighed. “Lin Zhengran, Fang Meng—come with us for a moment.”