Gasp! She's a Time Traveler Using Modern Tech to Improve Ancient Life Chapter 871: Xiao Chong Extra 33

When everyone finished their introductions, Chen Guoyi announced the election of class officers. Candidates would self-nominate, and the students would vote anonymously. The election was scheduled for tomorrow’s evening self-study session.

Lin Wanwan had no interest in campaigning for class officer positions. Just maintaining her grades already consud enough of her ti, leaving her no energy for other pursuits.

As for Xiao Chong, in his past life during the Great Tang dynasty, he was an official for his entire life, achieving the position of Pri Minister, and ultimately being buried on the path of serving the people. This life, he only wanted to live for himself.

Often, Xiao Chong felt as though he was dreaming a grand dream, worried that one day he would wake up to find it was all just an illusion and that he had long turned to dust.

At 9:10 PM, the bell for the end of the third evening self-study class rang.

The classroom grew noisy at once. Boarding students were eager to return to their dormitories, while day students hurried ho. Within a short ti, most of the students had left, except for a few stragglers tidying their desks.

Lin Wanwan pushed her bicycle and squeezed through the crowd to exit the school gate.

There were quite a few private cars waiting at the school gate, sent by parents to pick up day students.

Day students like Lin Wanwan, who rode a bicycle ho by themselves, were rare, as the city evenings weren’t very safe.

Lin Wanwan quietly rode her bicycle along the edge of the road, while not far behind sat Xiao Chong on his mountain bike, following her all the way.

After passing three intersections with traffic lights, the villa complex was already within sight.

Just when Lin Wanwan’s bicycle turned into the community, a clear voice sounded from behind her: "Is it because you don’t like drinking this brand of milk?"

Lin Wanwan turned her head and saw Xiao Chong, answering with an unrelated comnt: "Thank you for fixing my bicycle."

"No problem." Xiao Chong said with a carefree smile, "What do you like to drink? Yogurt, soy milk?"

In just a few words, they both reached the front of the yard.

"I don’t drink any of those."

Lin Wanwan said with a slight smile, turned, opened the gate, and pushed her bike inside.

Xiao Chong smiled faintly and returned to his own villa.

Because today was the first day of school, his adoptive parents ca over from the university town’s family residence to stay over.

Hearing the sound of the bicycle in the yard, Xiao Chong’s adoptive mother, Niu Simin, opened the door to welco him: "Chong’er, you’re back. How was school today? Are your classmates and teachers all good?"

Xiao Chong supported his bike with his feet and smiled as he responded: "Quite good."

Niu Simin stepped forward to help Xiao Chong carry his shoulder bag: "Hungry? I made fernted rice balls for a nightti snack, co and have so."

The voracious Xiao Chong’s peach blossom eyes curved into crescent moons as he heard this: "Thank you, Mother."

"Oh dear, this child, no need to be polite with Mom."

Xiao Chong followed Niu Simin into the house and changed his shoes at the entrance’s shoe cabinet, and his adoptive father Xiao Ding also ca out from the study on the first floor, where he had been busy.

"Finished school?"

Xiao Chong nodded at Xiao Ding: "Yes, Father."

In a good mood, Xiao Ding walked to the dining table and waved: "Co on, let’s have a snack together and chat for a while."

"Alright."

Xiao Chong obediently moved to the dining table.

Niu Simin had already turned into the kitchen to ladle out rice balls for father and son.

For Xiao Chong, their adoptive son who had always shown extraordinary intelligence from a young age, the Xiao Family couple had been very satisfied.

For two people unable to have children, having adopted such an outstanding child was truly a blessing from a past life.

In their eyes, Xiao Chong was a genius. Since the age of six, he hardly ever needed them to spend money on him.

rely from scholarship and prize money from painting competitions, it was enough to support himself. Not to ntion later, when Xiao Chong’s works, under a pseudonym, entered auction and fetched prices exceeding a million.

Their son’s excellence sotis left them feeling powerless and at a loss of what to do with their wealth.

Though the Xiao Family couple were not wealthy rchants, as university professors, their yearly inco was enough to ensure the family’s comfort and prosperity. Yet, their parents had high pensions and their son maintained his own stash of money, leaving no need for the couple to spend their earnings.

Especially with this son, his skills in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting seed innate, exhibiting a particularly ancient charm from a young age.

His paintings could earn money, and in chess, he was unbeatable in the family residential area.

He’s better now that he’s grown up, but in the first two years after his adoption, young Xiao Chong was practically like a little antique unearthed from the ground, speaking in an archaic manner, far from the talk of a typical child.

The Xiao Family couple surmised that Xiao Chong’s birth family must have been a scholarly household.

Unfortunately, a landslide disaster completely turned Xiao Chong’s origins into a mystery, and the authorities never found traces of his biological parents.

At that ti, Xiao Chong was too young, suddenly struck by disaster, rembering nothing.

When he was sent to the welfare ho, being healthy and strikingly handso, many families wanted to adopt him.

The choice of the Xiao Family couple and Xiao Chong was truly mutual.