Gasp! She's a Time Traveler Using Modern Tech to Improve Ancient Life Chapter 939: Xiao Chong Extra Story 26

Xiao Chong’s mother also smiled and expressed her support: "Yes, no matter where you want to go, Mom and Dad support you."

"Thanks, Mom and Dad." Feeling a twinge of guilt for not telling his parents the truth, Xiao Chong replied.

The next day, the family of three didn’t stay long in the Capital, instead taking a flight back to Yongcheng.

Back ho, many local dia outlets wanted to interview Xiao Chong. Due to this competition, he was not only popular with educational dia but also beca a sensation for his looks, earning the title of Golden Campus Hunk, gaining a lot of attention in recent days. However, Xiao Chong declined all interviews.

He hadn’t returned to the small villa yet. Since the last intensive training and going abroad for the competition, it had been nineteen days since he last saw Lin Wanwan, and he missed her terribly.

But today, a celebration was being held for him at ho, with relatives from both parents gathering around. As the main character, he couldn’t leave, so he could only resort to a video call at most.

Just as he was about to call, Lin Wanwan rejected the video, replying with, "Busy, need to do howork."

Alright, his girl loved studying so much, he could only endure the longing a little while longer.

He sat on the sofa, multitasking as he dealt with various cousins, scrolling through his chat history with Lin Wanwan, as well as her simple QQ space and WeChat monts.

While casually browsing, he suddenly saw that Lin Wanwan had updated her monts.

She posted a piece of Shu Ting’s "To the Oak Tree," and Xiao Chong’s gaze fell upon the line, "I must be a kapok tree near you, standing with you in the form of a tree."

"Ha." Xiao Chong chuckled softly and murmured, "Kapok trees grow in the heat of the South, while oak trees withstand the cold in the North. How could they stand together?"

However, he understood what Lin Wanwan ant.

Xiao Chong put down his phone, his voice cutting through all the indoor chatter: "Mom, Dad, I’ve decided not to go abroad. I’ll sign up with Peking University and accept the offer of direct admission."

"What! Bro! You got direct admission?!"

"And you can choose by yourself?"

A group of peers was excited, filled with envy, jealousy, and admiration!

Xiao’s father and mother also agreed enthusiastically: "Alright, then study undergrad dostically and go abroad for your master’s. Dad will arrange the contract for the direct admission."

"Alright, thanks, Dad."

As early as the first half of the year when Xiao Chong won the first prize in the national math competition, recruiters from Qingbei had contacted Xiao’s father and mother. When he went abroad for the IMO, more teachers reached out.

Returning with a perfect score and gold dal from the IMO, Qingbei would always open its doors for him if Xiao Chong wished.

After receiving various complints and well-wishes from friends and family, Xiao Chong sent Lin Wanwan a ssage: "I took your advice. I’ve accepted Peking University’s direct admission."

"You’re amazing!" Lin Wanwan quickly replied, "I need to study hard too, learn from you. Can’t talk now, I’m heading to the library to read, no internet there. Talk later."

Xiao Chong: "Alright, be careful on your way."

Lin Wanwan replied: "Okay."

Xiao Chong decided on a different approach. Instead of taking Lin Wanwan along with him, he wanted her to soar on her own.

With the direct admission secured, he had no academic pressure during his senior year of high school, allowing him to focus on tutoring Lin Wanwan personally, determined to help her reach the threshold of Peking University.

With history and political science, Xiao Chong had decades of accumulated knowledge from his past life. Such subjects required strong mory, a strong point of Xiao Chong’s. Teaching Lin Wanwan would be more than manageable.

Xiao Chong stayed at his parents’ house for two days, planning to return to the small villa to teach Lin Wanwan when his aunt and uncle also had plans for him.

They thought that since Xiao Chong had secured direct admission and had no academic pressure this year, he might as well spare so ti to tutor his cousins.

Xiao Chong’s aunt’s daughter, Chen Ying, was entering her second year in high school, while his uncle’s child was starting ninth grade this September.

However, Xiao Chong had no interest in taking on such a thankless task, so he deflected, saying he knew how to do things but couldn’t teach, suggesting they’d be better off hiring a professional tutor.

Given his eloquence and high emotional intelligence, his aunt and uncle were eventually convinced. Moreover, they found his argunt reasonable and didn’t think much of it.

After the aftermath of the IMO gold dal subsided, Xiao Chong rented a car back to the small villa.

Upon entering the neighborhood, he didn’t head ho first; instead, he headed straight to Lin Wanwan’s house, only to find no response after knocking for a long ti, and his ssages to Lin Wanwan went unanswered.

He pondered for a mont, assuming Lin Wanwan had gone to the library to study.