Gasp! She's a Time Traveler Using Modern Tech to Improve Ancient Life

Chapter 869: Xiao Chong Extra 3

"Wow, wow, wow, he’s walking this way," Qi Bingqiong whispered excitedly.

"Chong, sit here! We saved a spot for you!" Mi Yunzhi and his deskmate Hong Yijing excitedly waved their hand, pointing to the empty seat next to them.

Coincidentally, this seat was right behind Lin Wanwan.

"Sure," Xiao Chong said with a light smile on his lips, striding over and sitting down gracefully.

The handsome boys and pretty girls in the class all sat in this corner, instantly making it the focal point, with countless curious glances cast their way.

Both Lin Wanwan and Xiao Chong were accustomed to the attention of others, remaining unruffled and indifferent.

Morning self-study ended, and the first day of classes quickly got on track.

The rhythm at Seventh Middle School was fast; according to the teachers, entering high school meant entering the countdown to the college entrance examination, with no time to waste.

At lunchtime, everyone moved to the cafeteria. Since the school didn’t allow students to leave the campus at noon, all students had their lunch at school.

Lin Wanwan quietly opened her backpack to find the milk and a box of White Elephant Spicy Sour Noodles inside.

The milk had been placed in her bicycle basket in the morning, and with no one in the classroom now, it was a good time for her to quietly leave it on Xiao Chong’s desk.

The White Elephant Spicy Sour Noodles were her lunch; she would take them to the cafeteria to get some hot water to soak and eat them.

A box of White Elephant Spicy Sour Noodles, a pack of six boxes bought from the supermarket, cost 22 yuan, averaging about 3.3 yuan per box.

The school cafeteria lunch cost each student at least 10 yuan or more, so it wasn’t surprising Lin Wanwan opted to bring her own.

In fact, her grandpa had provided enough for the lunch expenses—after paying tuition, uniform, and miscellaneous fees, there were still six hundred seventy yuan left, enough for nearly three months of meals.

But ever since Lin Wanwan learned that the family’s savings were all gone, she started worrying about money.

If her grandpa suddenly fell ill, what would she do? They had to save money for emergencies whenever possible.

Besides, Lin Wanwan liked eating the spicy sour noodles much more than the cafeteria food. In terms of hygiene, the mechanical production of the spicy sour noodles was much better than the random surprises one could get in the cafeteria.

Just before classes resumed in the afternoon, Xiao Chong returned to the classroom, shrouded in mist.

He had played basketball with some classmates at the school’s indoor gym, worked up a sweat, took a shower in Mi Yunzhi and Hong Yijing’s dorm, and then ran back to the classroom with wet hair.

He genuinely enjoyed the modern era; there was no overwhelming wilderness, no famine, and the only concerns were the trivial matters of daily life, making his days truly relaxed and carefree.

Without the burden of a noble family’s duties, with no need to bear the family responsibilities, his life was utterly unrestrained.

Basketball was also an interesting game, its fun not much less than the polo of the Great Tang, and he particularly enjoyed the exhilaration of defying gravity when playing.

Although his body had suddenly shrunk after time traveling, resulting in the loss of all the inner strength he struggled to build throughout his life in the Great Tang, fortunately, his governor and conception vessels were still open, and after twelve years of intense practice, he had already regained fifty percent of his power.

With his level, dealing with the modern young boys was like playing a video game on easy mode.

Xiao Chong never used his full strength when playing sports games, partly not wanting to stand out and partly because his opponents were too weak, not deserving his full effort.

When he was in elementary school, due to a lapse in attention, he accidentally broke a provincial record in a running competition, which caught the attention of the track and field team coaches who wanted him to pursue a career in athletics.

After understanding the lifestyle of a professional athlete, Xiao Chong refused.

If it was for fighting for the country, he would be willing to go to the battlefield. But just for "fighting matches"? Forget it. Of course, in a peaceful society, sports competitions could be considered "fighting for the country," but Xiao Chong found it meaningless.

Since then, he had been extra careful to hold back his strength.

After sitting down, Xiao Chong picked up the milk left on his desk and couldn’t help but smile, glancing up at the hardworking silhouette in front of him without saying a word.

"Whoa, Guangming Milk? Who left it on your desk?" Xiao Chong’s deskmate Hong Yijing exclaimed, snatching up the milk to inspect it, grinning slyly, "You rascal, it’s only the first day and you already have an admirer? Any love notes? Check it out."

Xiao Chong laughed twice without explaining.

"If you don’t drink it, I will!" Hong Yijing said, already opening the milk cap and starting to drink.