Pretending to Cultivate in Kindergarten
Chapter 375: Breaking the Jinx

Han Wenwen didn't have many fans supporting her on the first day of her stream, with only a few thousand viewers—far fewer than expected for an account with her follower count.

The price of slacking off.

But today's stream content was planned in advance with Lin Zhengran.

She had already decided on her future gaming direction.

Professional support—only playing support roles—which would also determine her position for the year-end streaming competition.

Naturally, Lin Zhengran took the ADC role today.

Their plan was to boost stream popularity through their in-game performance.

In this life, Lin Zhengran didn’t play games often.

But the buff from his recent breakthrough in "Universal Enhancement" was overwhelmingly strong.

The moment he started playing, he dominated the enemies completely. With flashy plays, he pulled off 1v2s, 1v3s, even 1v5s—practically a human cheat code.

While playing, he also coached Han Wenwen off-stream, helping her improve without the audience noticing.

Her gameplay noticeably leveled up, leading to many highlight moments.

Within just an hour of streaming, the viewer count skyrocketed.

"Holy shit, this ADC and support are insane!"

"Wenwen's gameplay is way better than in her videos! Her hooks are ghostly accurate! And who’s this ADC? Never seen him before—just a random teammate?"

"They’re completely outclassing the enemy team. The opponents are too scared to even step out from under their tower—instant death if they do."

Thanks to Han Wenwen’s strong fanbase and their dominant performance, the viewer count surged to tens of thousands.

Today’s stream debut was undoubtedly a success.

However, Lin Zhengran couldn’t always spare time to game with Wenwen. Aside from today’s debut, she’d have to rely on her own skills and streaming techniques going forward.

He Qing, Jiang Xueli, and Jiang Jingshi didn’t understand the game, but they could read the chat’s hype.

Watching the rapidly scrolling comments, they knew today was a massive victory.

At lunchtime, Lin Zhengran officially signed off. The afternoon stream would be Han Wenwen’s solo show, but the morning’s momentum had already set the stage.

During lunch, Wenwen happily clung to Lin Zhengran’s arm, pressing her head against his shoulder. "Thank you for helping with the stream, Zhengran-ge! Without you, the hype wouldn’t have blown up like this! Long live Zhengran-ge!"

Lin Zhengran chuckled. "You’re on your own this afternoon. I’ll be practicing music with Lily."

Han Wenwen puffed her chest confidently. "No problem! I’ve got serious streaming talent—just watch me push the hype even higher!"

At the table, Jiang Xueli secretly perked up hearing she’d get to spend the afternoon with Lin Zhengran. She picked up her drink, trying to hide her excitement.

But due to some cosmic misfortune, the drink slipped along the cup’s edge and splashed onto her clothes.

Startled, she fumbled—and the entire cup toppled over!

Orange juice stained her top and skirt in a wide, sticky streak.

"Ah! My clothes!"

The others reacted immediately. Jiang Jingshi grabbed tissues, stifling a laugh as she dabbed at the mess. "Lily, how’d you manage this? Let me help."

He Qing jumped up to fetch a mop. "I’ll clean the floor!"

Han Wenwen wiped the table.

Everyone treated it lightly, but Jiang Xueli frowned.

*Is this still my bad luck streak?*

*It’s been so long—why isn’t it over yet?*

Lately, misfortunes piled up: bumping her arm, her dad’s factory issues, and now this...

*Does Fang Meng’s “solution” really work?*

At 1 PM, He Qing exercised in the yard with energetic grunts, Jiang Jingshi handled documents from Pan Lin in her room, Han Wenwen streamed in the study, and Jiang Xueli tuned her guitar strings in the music room.

Each had their own tasks.

Lin Zhengran entered the music room.

Jiang Xueli had changed into denim shorts and a yellow cartoon tee.

She sat cross-legged on the bed—a pose that rendered the shorts utterly ineffective.

Her lace panties were fully visible.

Not that she minded showing *him*.

Lily loved keeping a bed in the music room, finding it the comfiest place to practice.

Despite her petite frame, her legs looked long, pale, and perfectly straight in this outfit.

Lin Zhengran plopped onto the bed. "How was practice yesterday without me?"

Jiang Xueli’s cheeks pinkened. "It... it went fine. Smooth."

Lin Zhengran’s gaze drifted downward. "What exactly did you practice?"

She futilely tugged at her shorts. "J-just what you taught me. Followed your plan." Then she blurted, "Why wear shorts like this if you sit cross-legged?" He teased, "Might as well skip them—I can see everything anyway."

"Because I want to!" she stammered. "It’s my house! And I don’t care if you see!"

Lin Zhengran noticed something off today.

She was *more* flustered than usual.

This airhead couldn’t lie to save her life—every thought flashed across her face.

He studied her intently.

Under his gaze, Jiang Xueli’s face burned redder until she squeezed her eyes shut. "Wh-what’s with that look?! They’re just shorts! Not like it’s the first time!"

"You’ve got something to tell me?" Lin Zhengran asked casually.

She waved her hands, flustered. "N-no! Nothing at all!"

*How does he always know what I’m thinking before I say it?!*

Lin Zhengran sighed. Even after all this time, she remained adorably transparent.

"Just spit it out. Unless it’s something ridiculous, I’ll probably agree. I *am* your boyfriend."

"Obviously! But what counts as ridiculous?!"

"Like if you suddenly decided to handstand while washing your hair all afternoon and wanted me to watch. I’d humor you briefly out of curiosity, but not for hours."

Jiang Xueli groaned. "That makes zero sense! I’d never do that! Stop acting like I’m some weirdo!"

"Then talk."

She fidgeted with her guitar, voice shrinking. "It’s... not a big deal. You might’ve noticed I’ve been... unlucky lately."

"Mm. The drink spill today, your dad’s factory trouble, and you bumping your arm—that kind of thing?"

She blinked, touched he remembered so clearly. "Yeah. It’s been nonstop."

"So?"

"So I’m cursed with bad luck! It’s messing everything up! I need to fix it..."

Lin Zhengran waited.

Jiang Xueli twirled a pigtail, avoiding his eyes as her voice dropped to a whisper:

"Fang Meng said there’s one way to break the curse... I have to eat... chocolate you’ve chewed up first. Then the bad luck stops."

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