Gasp! She's a Time Traveler Using Modern Tech to Improve Ancient Life Chapter 905 - 15: Xiao Chong Extra Stories

As Christmas approached, all the stationery stores and small shops next to the school were surrounded by Christmas trees and Santa Claus, creating a festive atmosphere.

Although the December monthly exams were imminent, nothing could stop the teenagers from pursuing the festive sense of ritual.

I don’t know who the clever one was that invented the idea of linking apples with Christmas Eve.

So on this day, from vegetable markets to stationery stores around the school, prominent places were filled with carefully packaged apples.

On Christmas Eve, Class 1 of the first year held a class eting, scheduled by their horoom teacher in response to popular demand. Needless to say, the students were thrilled.

All the desks and chairs were pushed to the sides, leaving the center of the classroom open for gas and performances.

Due to her outstanding looks, Lin Wanwan was nad by the class’s literary and art committee mber to perform.

Unable to refuse, she could only sing a song.

While not professionally trained, her knowledge from music classes in primary and secondary school, along with her natural vocal talent, were enough for Lin Wanwan to shine.

Her vocal range from G3-C6 was fully utilized, with a well-developed head voice and capable chest voice, turning a song with unclear pronunciation in the original into sothing pleasing and sweet, yet full of power.

Lin Wanwan was always beautiful in class, but excessively aloof; she didn’t interact much with anyone apart from those near her seat and always buried herself in her studies, joining no school clubs.

She rejected all love letters and confessions, giving off a sowhat cold vibe.

In the high school gossip circles, she had the title of "Iceberg School Belle," summarized as "a beauty to be admired from a distance but not to be trifled with."

But tonight’s song revealed the potential of her being a sweet girl, and who knows how many young boys would lose sleep over her.

Today’s performance offered her classmates a chance to know her better, and no one expected such energy hidden in her seemingly frail body.

Xiao Chong noticed that Lin Wanwan in her teenage years had a broader vocal range than she did a thousand years ago in the Great Tang.

He guessed it might be because in a past life, Wanwan had talent but didn’t further consolidate and learn, so as she grew older, her talent naturally gradually faded.

Once she finished singing, applause thundered.

"Great! What fantastic singing!"

"Sing one more!"

The boys’ clamor surged, nearly overwhelming Han Xiaoyan, who was hosting the class eting today, until their horoom teacher Chen Guoyi helped settle the crowd.

Soon after Lin Wanwan left the stage, after a couple of gas, it was Xiao Chong’s turn to perform.

With looks that outshone all, Xiao Chong couldn’t slack off.

Fortunately, he was very accustod to performing in public. In the Great Tang, everyone lived and reveled to the fullest throughout life.

He perford a sword dance, and compared to other acts, a sword dance was undoubtedly more spectacular. Even without donning traditional attire, he could instantly ignite the atmosphere and wow the crowd.

The classroom was in an uproar, as if the roof would be lifted by the decibels generated by classmates. Even Han Xiaoyan and the horoom teacher had trouble controlling the scene.

The talents in the class, both school belle and school grass, in literary and art domains, were truly eye-opening.

If it weren’t for today’s night self-study where most of the first year classes had scheduled etings and were noisy, the noise from Class 1 alone would undoubtedly draw the guidance counselor’s attention.

After Xiao Chong’s sword dance, any gas and performances that followed seed bland and felt like a rapid descent, the gap too wide.

Given that the school’s New Year’s program had long been reported and couldn’t be changed at the last minute, otherwise, Xiao Chong would definitely be pushed to perform the sword dance. It would certainly win the top award and earn honors for the class.

"Rember, next ti there’s a party at school, make sure Xiao Chong performs!" the horoom teacher Chen Guoyi instructed the literary and art committee mber.

"Yes, definitely rembered!"

The literary and art committee mber, already starry-eyed at Xiao Chong, took a mont before rembering another talent in the class. They then leaned out and called over several seats to Lin Wanwan, "Lin Wanwan, you must join the campus singer competition next sester."

Lin Wanwan responded with an "Oh," in a manner indifferent to joy and sorrow.

The entire venue was already exhilarated after Xiao Chong’s sword dance, but she seed calm—as she should be. She’s seen Xiao Chong perform multiple tis, nothing out of the ordinary.

In her student years, Lin Wanwan wasn’t keen on showcasing herself, but if she had to be pushed on stage, she wouldn’t shy away.