NIP Chapter 900: Xiao Chong Extra Story 13_2
Chapter 900: Xiao Chong Extra Story 13_2
"You’re welcome! I eat your food all the time too!"
After handing over the chocolate, Lin Wanwan started rinsing the soybean milk maker in the sink.
When she finished washing and wiped her hands dry, a cup of hot soy milk was set down in front of her.
"Thanks." Lin Wanwan took it and had a sip.
This freshly ground plain soy milk, rich with the fragrance of soybeans, tasted way better than the one-yuan-a-bag sweet soy milk from the breakfast stalls by the market.
After being fed by Xiao Chong for two straight months, Lin Wanwan had kind of fallen in love with this taste.
Xiao Chong stared at the half ring of soy milk foam tinting Lin Wanwan’s upper lip, his gaze tightening as, for no reason at all, the sweetness he’d once tasted over a thousand years ago popped into his mind. His Adam’s apple rolled imperceptibly, and he shifted his eyes away.
He had to hold back, couldn’t overstep.
The two of them were just drinking their soy milk when the sound of a key sliding into the lock suddenly came from the courtyard gate.
"Son, your mom asked me to come pick you up and take you home." Before Xiao Chong’s father arrived, his voice did.
"Okay."
Lin Wanwan quickly finished off her soy milk and went into the kitchen to rinse the cup, planning to hurry up and say goodbye so she wouldn’t get in the way.
Xiao Chong, on the other hand, remained perfectly calm. He lifted the cup in his hand toward his father, who was walking into the courtyard. "Let me finish this soy milk first. Dad, do you want some? There are still some cooked soybeans left; I just put them in the fridge."
"I don’t want any." His father turned it down. "You had just soy milk for breakfast?"
"No, I ate at that breakfast stall by the nearby market."
Lin Wanwan came out of the kitchen after washing the cup and greeted his father openly and naturally. "Hi, Uncle."
Xiao’s father was clearly surprised to see a girl suddenly come out of the kitchen, but he quickly realized this must be the classmate who lived next door.
"Hello, you’re the one who lives next door, right? You and our Chong’er are classmates."
"Yes. I came to borrow Xiao Chong’s phone to help me buy something, and it’s done now." Lin Wanwan gave a brief explanation, then walked over to the entrance to change her shoes. "I’ll head back and not bother you. Bye, Uncle."
"Stay and hang out a bit longer." Xiao’s father said politely.
"No, I’ll go. Bye, Uncle." Lin Wanwan waved, gave a little nod to Xiao Chong, and then left.
Even though he’d just been caught by a parent alone in a room with a girl, there wasn’t the slightest hint of guilt on Xiao Chong’s face. After all, he wasn’t actually some helpless fifteen-year-old kid.
After Lin Wanwan left, Xiao’s father teased him, "Son, I’ve never seen you hang out with any girl before. Finally figured things out now?"
Unlike his mother’s tenseness, Xiao’s father was the type of very open-minded parent who didn’t even object to his son dating early, because he felt that feelings in one’s youth were the purest.
But his son, Xiao Chong, clearly hadn’t opened up in that area—at least in the past, when girls from the Yongda family compound came looking for him to play, he showed zero interest.
Xiao Chong didn’t answer directly; he just smiled faintly. "Dad, you’re so nosy."
"Oh, come on, what can’t a father and son talk about?"
Xiao’s father was really just joking without thinking too much. In fact, it hadn’t actually occurred to him that Xiao Chong might be in an early romance.
Back when they lived in the Yongda family compound, there had been tons of little girls like Lin Wanwan who came knocking to play with Xiao Chong. Even his own cousin’s young daughter loved clinging to his son.
Because of his extremely good looks, Xiao Chong had been attractive since he was little. Not only did kids his age like to play with him, his colleagues back then also loved to fuss over him.
As his father, Xiao Ding had long gotten used to this kind of thing.
"Dad, are we heading out now?"
"Sure, if we go back early, the two of us can still go play a game of basketball before lunch."
"Okay."
They each went back to their own homes; monthly exam results, 30th place, essay contest, first prize in the whole city, Grandpa Lin could weave bamboo crafts, and Xiao Chong suggested livestreaming to make some money.
In the first week of November, morning self-study was a noisy mess.
When Lin Wanwan walked into the classroom, she saw a bunch of classmates gathered in front of the bulletin blackboard.
Obviously, the results for the October monthly exam—also the midterms—had come out.
This time was different from the September ranking list: besides the class ranking, they’d also posted the top 100 in the grade next to it.
Lin Wanwan squeezed her way to the front to find her own score: twenty-fifth!
Looking at the score and rank after her name, Lin Wanwan broke into a happy smile.
She’d had a feeling this time that she’d improved, not just in terms of score, but in ranking too; she just hadn’t expected to jump up this much all at once.
In other classes, moving up might not be that hard. But in Class One, the competition was too fierce—every single point was a hard-fought battle.