Gasp! She's a Time Traveler Using Modern Tech to Improve Ancient Life Chapter 896: Xiao Chong Side Story 12

After finishing their snacks and drinks, the two of them took their howork books to the study in the attic to do their assignnts together.

Xiao Chong’s main bedroom had an equipped study with a set of perfectly standard desks and chairs, but in the attic, there was only a couple of chairs and a tea table as tall as the chairs.

Xiao Chong was used to a proper sitting posture for writing, but Lin Wanwan felt it was rather uncomfortable; her legs beca numb whether cross-legged or kneeling, and she kept adjusting her posture.

Xiao Chong watched her moving around and his lips curved slightly in a hidden smile.

After completing her howork, Lin Wanwan compared answers with Xiao Chong’s, and when she found discrepancies, she usually pondered a bit more before changing her answers.

Xiao Chong was like a human answer machine—quick and accurate, especially in math and science, where he could only lose points on the steps.

When she encountered problems she didn’t understand, Lin Wanwan asked him directly without shyness, and Xiao Chong patiently explained, making the atmosphere harmonious.

Once they finished the school’s howork, Lin Wanwan started to get curious about the Olympiad questions Xiao Chong had placed beside him.

She flipped through them casually and worked on them until she fell asleep.

Last night marked the first ti in years a friend had prepared a cake and gift for her, and though outwardly calm, her heart was deeply touched.

Before falling asleep, she kept thinking about it, took a while to drift off, and spent the night dreaming, not getting quality sleep.

Thus, seeing the brain-intensive Olympiad problems, where each word was recognizable yet incomprehensible collectively, made her sleepy.

As she dozed off, Xiao Chong lit so Agarwood grains, speeding her into slumber.

Watching her round head resting on her arm, sleeping soundly, Xiao Chong quietly went downstairs to his bedroom to retrieve a blanket and pillow, helped her lie on the attic mat to nap.

He sat on the floor not far from Lin Wanwan, leaning against the solid wood floor-to-ceiling bookcase, elbows resting on his bent knees, holding his face, gazing quietly at Lin Wanwan.

On a rainy afternoon, just watching her sleep without doing anything brought a sense of serene tranquility.

Lin Wanwan was awakened by the deep and distant sound of an ancient zither, opened her eyes to see a pointed wooden roof, with a strong fragrance of fruit wood lingering in the air.

Montarily, Lin Wanwan felt as if she was in a forest.

Her awareness slowly returned, reminding her she was in Xiao Chong’s attic. But in the grand study, only the howork was spread out on the tea table, with no sight of Xiao Chong.

Lin Wanwan lifted the blanket covering her, got up, barefoot, and confusedly stepped on the wooden floor, following the sound of the ancient zither.

Xiao Chong’s house’s second floor had the sa overall layout as Lin Wanwan’s house.

However, he had converted the two east bedrooms and a bathroom into a fully functional main bedroom.

Along a long corridor connected to the downstairs open living room, there were stairs, a dressing room, and a music room; outside the music room was a public restroom and a terrace full of exotic plants.

Lin Wanwan stood silently at the open music room door, staring in a daze at the boy plucking the strings inside.

She heard the high mountains from the music, she heard the flowing water, and she heard the depth of the musician.

Such a tune should only exist in heavens above; how often is it heard in the human world?

After the song finished, its lingering sound continued.

Xiao Chong’s long fingers rested on the strings, he lifted his gaze towards the door, eting Lin Wanwan’s eyes.

Lin Wanwan’s heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"I..."

"Shh." Xiao Chong suddenly raised a finger to his lips, reached out with his long arm to turn off the live stream picture standing on the ancient zither’s stand.

His stream filled with wails, all begging for another tune from the fans. But he ignored them and decisively logged out of the account.

"Wanwan, you’re awake? I was just live streaming, wasn’t convenient to talk." Xiao Chong’s voice had a slight laziness, but no dismissiveness.

Lin Wanwan’s spirit slowly returned to her body from the lingering sound of the zither, and she coughed lightly before saying, "You can play the ancient zither, it’s really nice."

Xiao Chong chuckled lightly, said, "Yes, as you saw, I can play the ancient zither."

"I didn’t expect the ancient zither’s music to be so nice, what’s the na of this tune?" Lin Wanwan leaned against the door fra and asked.

"’High Mountain and Flowing Water’, a lost ancient tune." Xiao Chong replied softly, his gaze lowered, landing on Lin Wanwan’s barefoot delicate jade feet.