Gasp! She's a Time Traveler Using Modern Tech to Improve Ancient Life Chapter 937: Xiao Chong Extra 253

As the car was about to reach the small villa yard, Xiao Chong saw the lights and figures inside.

Reeking of alcohol, Xiao Chong definitely couldn’t go ho, otherwise he’d get chastised by Father and Mother Xiao. He gave Lu Shouyue a wry smile and said, "Looks like I can’t go ho tonight."

Lu Shouyue, understanding his intent, chuckled, "Well, perfect, co to my place, we can continue there."

Lu Shouyue’s large flat hadn’t even hosted his own parents overnight. The first visitor was a young man he had just t, which was quite remarkable.

Seeing the zithers in Lu Shouyue’s music room, Xiao Chong, feeling spontaneous, started to play a tune, celestial music resonating beautifully.

Lu Shouyue leisurely sat on the sofa, closed his eyes, and appreciated it, feeling utterly enchanted.

When the tune ended, Lu Shouyue opened his eyes, his gaze piercing as he looked at Xiao Chong and affird, "So, you are Qing Yang."

Xiao Chong rose from the zither bench with a smile, "Brother Lu also listens to the livestream?"

Lu Shouyue smiled slightly, "I usually don’t, but the na of Qing Yang’s Ancient Zither livestreams is too famous. I’ve always been curious about what kind of person could play such heavenly music. Xiao Chong, you’re truly extraordinary."

Xiao Chong laughed, "Brother Lu overpraises, it’s just a little pasti."

The two exchanged glances and smiled, feeling quite at ease.

After this, whenever they had ti, the two would often get together to drink and relax.

Spending ti with Lu Shouyue, whether playing zither, painting, or drinking, was always indulgent. Only then did Xiao Chong feel like he had returned to the carefree days of his youth.

For Xiao Chong, the second year of high school was particularly busy—competitions to prepare for, basketball to play, drinks to have, leaving hardly any ti for romance.

This year, he not only found a drinking buddy with similar interests, played in a basketball league, but also accidentally won a first prize in the national math competition, received an olive branch from Qingbei, and joined the IMO national training team.

In March and April, he went out of town twice for training. After six rounds of contests, Xiao Chong beca one of the six-mber team to represent the country.

In early July, when Xiao Chong went to Chiang Mai, Thailand, to compete in the IMO, Lin Wanwan was also striving for her upcoming third year of high school.

In the fast-track liberal arts class, Lin Wanwan’s grades barely maintained an upper-middle level.

Maintaining this ranking, based on the school’s historical achievents, she shouldn’t have much trouble getting into a 985 university in the future.

But trying to reach the province’s only top-notch university would be quite challenging.

The school had 32 and 35 students admitted to Zhejiang University in the past two years, respectively, with science classes having higher ratios than liberal arts.

Lin Wanwan needed to rank at least in the top fifteen of her class to aim for Zhejiang University, but she consistently held around the twenty-fifth spot.

As for the two pinnacle universities in Huaxia, Lin Wanwan didn’t even dare to think about it, it was too difficult. Only the top three in her class had a chance.

The sumr vacation after sophomore year was the one Lin Wanwan dared not slack off.

While other classmates from well-off families were finding famous tutors for extra classes, if Lin Wanwan slacked off, she’d surely drop in rankings when school resud after sumr vacation.

In mid-July, one morning, Lin Wanwan was suddenly awakened by a burst of clattering firecrackers.

She thought so family nearby was having a joyous event; in this suburban area, firecracker regulations weren’t that strict, and it wasn’t uncommon to hear them a few tis a year.

When she got up, she habitually turned on her iPad and found that the firecrackers were being set off by Seventh Middle School, and students in the group chat were discussing it fervently.

It turned out that there was good news from Xiao Chong at the IMO.

The China team this ti sent out six mbers and achieved a good result of four golds and two silvers, with one full-score gold dal belonging to Xiao Chong.

This was the first IMO gold dal in the history of Seventh Middle School, and also the first dal. No wonder even during the sumr vacation, once the school leaders received the news, they were busy hanging banners and setting off firecrackers at the school gate.

From now on, Xiao Chong’s na would forever be in the honor roll of Seventh Middle School.

Lin Wanwan could only say, the gap between people is just that vast!

In this world, anything might betray you, except mathematics. When pushed to the brink, a person might do anything, but numbers simply won’t lie.

She opened the chat with Xiao Chong and sent a "worship" emoji, not in a hurry for a reply.

Presumably, Xiao Chong was being surrounded by interviews from various dia at that mont.

Lin Wanwan opened Weibo and quickly found the trending topic about the IMO competition award, located mid-to-lower in the hot search list.

She clicked in and saw six pictures in the first news article, with Xiao Chong appearing six tis, three group photos, and three solo.

After all, soone with good looks stands out no matter where they go.

Compared to the other people’s average looks in the group photo, Xiao Chong was exceptionally handso.

He was the person whom Lin Wanwan, upon first sight, couldn’t help but recall the poem, "The young man should only be seen in paintings."

She happily saved every photo of Xiao Chong from the trending topic and giggled at the comnts admiring him, as if those netizens were praising herself.