Gasp! She's a Time Traveler Using Modern Tech to Improve Ancient Life

Chapter 884: Xiao Chong Extra Story 8

By four o’clock, Chen Guoyi started calling people out of the museum one by one, got everyone assembled, and they boarded the bus back to school.

Even though the museum closed at five, it would still take them nearly an hour to get back, so they couldn’t leave too late.

Daylight hours were shorter now; it was already dark by six.

For safety’s sake, of course Chen Guoyi had to get the students back to school before sunset.

Lin Wanwan and Xiao Chong lived in the same direction, so the two of them tacitly rode their bikes home one after the other.

After they entered the residential compound, Xiao Chong pedaled a few times harder to catch up with Lin Wanwan, his brows and eyes relaxed as he said, "Wanwan, I heard you’re interested in kung fu?"

In the other timeline, Lin Wanwan didn’t join a sanda club until university.

Same in this timeline—she didn’t know sanda yet.

Hearing what Xiao Chong said, Lin Wanwan was very surprised; she really was very interested in kung fu.

But she didn’t seem to have mentioned this idea to anyone, so how did Xiao Chong know?

Maybe the confusion in her eyes was too obvious, because Xiao Chong continued, "What, did I get it wrong?"

Lin Wen shook her head and said, "No, I do want to, but I’ve never had the chance to learn."

"I’ll teach you," Xiao Chong said with a low laugh, the corners of his mouth and eyes seeming to carry a hint of spring.

Lin Wanwan’s eyes widened slightly. "You know martial arts?"

There was a trace of a smile in Xiao Chong’s clear, gentle voice as well. "I know a little."

He paused, then added, "Is your grandpa home today?"

"My grandpa’s on the night shift today, he probably won’t be."

"Then park your bike and come over to my place. We can talk in detail."

"Oh, okay."

Lin Wanwan was bewitched; before she knew it, she had agreed.

She wheeled her bike into her own yard and parked it, opened the door, dropped her backpack onto the shoe cabinet in the entryway, then couldn’t wait to turn around and run out next door.

Xiao Chong had deliberately left the door unlocked for her, so she came straight in without any obstacles.

After entering the villa, she habitually reached back and closed the door.

Because in her own home the old were old and the young were young, with very little combat power, it wasn’t safe to leave the door open, so she’d grown up with the habit of closing doors behind her.

Hearing the sound of the door, Xiao Chong set the fruit platter he was holding onto the coffee table in the living room, then casually pointed at a pair of slippers by the shoe cabinet. "That pair is new, you can wear them."

"Okay." Lin Wanwan changed her shoes and walked over to the sofa by the living room.

In the time it took Lin Wanwan to park a bike and drop a bag, Xiao Chong had somehow already put together a whole fruit platter; with knife skills like that, even a resurrected master butcher would have to bow down.

"Sit." Xiao Chong very naturally handed Lin Wanwan a small steel fork. "Have some fruit. You’ve been running around all day; replenish a bit of energy."

"Thanks." After being fed snacks from his window for a month, Lin Wanwan was already somewhat used to his generosity.

Seeing he had pushed the fruit platter in front of her, she didn’t refuse.

After she silently finished the fruit, Xiao Chong called to her to head upstairs. "The practice room is in the attic. Come on, let’s go up together."

"Oh." Lin Wanwan followed behind Xiao Chong step by step as they went upstairs.

The attic in Xiao Chong’s house was divided into two sections. Coming out from the stairs was an open study; the walls were covered with natural wood-colored paneling, surrounded by solid wood bookcases, with a delicate wool rug spread in the middle, on which sat a low Imperial Concubine chair and two antique-style chairs.

The large glass skylight and the triangular floor-to-ceiling windows gave the attic study excellent lighting.

"Wow, so many books, it’s like a library," Lin Wanwan exclaimed.

This kind of attic was exactly what she had dreamed of.

The attic at her grandpa’s place was currently used for storing miscellaneous junk.

Her grandparents had collected things their whole lives and couldn’t bear to throw anything away, so everything was piled up in the attic. They hardly ever went up there; it was all covered in dust.

Only now, seeing an attic with the same layout at Xiao Chong’s home, could she feel the disparity in people’s lives.

"It’s all right. If there are any books you want to read, you can come up here and take them," Xiao Chong said, taking in Lin Wanwan’s reaction, a faint smile on his lips, gentle to the extreme.

The layout of this attic study basically replicated the attic in the small building at Lin Family Manor in Great Tang that Lin Wanwan had built—another timeline’s Lin Wanwan had painstakingly arranged it; of course she would like it.

Xiao Chong had specifically set up this attic study to create an illusion of a tacit connection between them.

Putting the practice room on the east side of the attic was also so he’d have a reasonable excuse to bring Lin Wanwan up here.

Hearing what Xiao Chong said, Lin Wanwan just smiled without replying.