Chapter 885: Xiao Chong Extra Episode 8_2

Chapter 885: Xiao Chong Extra Episode 8_2

Push open the door on the central axis of the attic, and the training room on the east side is a whole new world.

Sandbags, wooden stakes, dumbbells, treasure swords, long spears, everything imaginable.

Regarding martial arts, Xiao Chong claimed to "know a little," but in truth, he was being overly modest!

At this moment, Lin Wanwan stood in the corner of the training room, watching Xiao Chong perform a set of swordsmanship in front of her. She was so stunned that wide-eyed doesn’t even begin to describe her shock.

In this world, could there really be someone who uses the fluid swordsmanship like in martial arts dramas—the sword seemed to form an illusion!

In Great Tang, dancing and swordplay were almost essential social skills for gentlemen; they could be used for performance and for fighting enemies.

How could Xiao Chong, as the legitimate son of a noble family, not know them?

"This... this is so amazing, how long have you been practicing?" Lin Wanwan murmured, "Can I learn it?"

She expressed extreme doubt, not to belittle herself, but out of self-awareness.

Xiao Chong sheathed his sword, giving her a serene smile: "If you want to learn, you can learn. I’ll teach you."

"Isn’t it too late to start learning now?"

"The best time to start practicing martial arts is ten years ago and now."

Lin Wanwan beamed at his words: "That’s true, but I don’t want to learn swordsmanship. I want to learn something like kickboxing, is that okay?"

Although swordsmanship is beautiful, she couldn’t carry a sword for self-defense—kickboxing, Wing Chun, and such suited her better.

"Sure." Xiao Chong agreed readily, "If not swordsmanship, I’ll teach you close combat techniques. First, remember the moves, and once you’re familiar, find me to go through them."

"Thank you." Lin Wanwan tactically brushed her hair behind her ear, "Will it trouble you too much?"

"Not at all." Xiao Chong returned the sword to its original place, his expression earnest yet mysteriously enchanting, "We’re neighbors, so let’s set a practice schedule. How about Saturday mornings, right here in my training room?"

"Okay." Lin Wanwan could hardly disagree, of course she’d go along with this arrangement.

"Let’s go, the hotel delivery I ordered has arrived, let’s have dinner downstairs together."

Lin Wanwan quickly waved her hand: "Oh no, I’ll eat at home."

"Just keep me company." Xiao Chong left her no room to decline, "I teach you martial arts, you keep me company for dinner, how about it? I’m really quite lonely by myself, and today, aren’t you alone as well?"

"Well... alright then."

Though Xiao Chong had been her neighbor for over a month, today was actually Lin Wanwan’s third time entering his home.

The first time was when he helped her fix her bicycle; the second time was when her grandfather asked her to deliver tomatoes to Xiao Chong, and now it’s today.

As a result, she directly joined him for dinner, and their relationship was developing quite quickly.

Lin Wanwan couldn’t quite explain why, whenever she faced Xiao Chong, her resolve not to overly socialize would always falter.

Xiao Chong seemed to have an enchanting ability to lead others, causing Lin Wanwan to unknowingly follow his lead.

On the table were onion oil white crab, steamed small yellow croaker, oil-braised shrimp, salty pepper mantis shrimp, egg and oyster, sashimi platter, and other seafood, all Lin Wanwan’s favorite dishes.

She couldn’t help but glance at Xiao Chong across from her, thinking to herself: How does he have such similar tastes to mine?

If Xiao Chong could hear her inner thoughts, he’d surely have made a cheeky remark—because we have a connection.

Although Lin Wanwan loved these dishes, out of politeness, she restrained herself from indulging at someone else’s home.

Seeing her not touching her favorite white crab, Xiao Chong found it odd; had her taste changed?

In his impression, Lin Wanwan was quite the seafood lover, enjoying it every meal.

"What’s wrong, do you not like these dishes?"

"Oh no, I like them." After speaking, Lin Wanwan picked up a piece of white crab.

Smiling, Xiao Chong said, "We need to finish these together, eat more."

As he spoke, he picked up a salty pepper mantis shrimp, deftly separating the meat from the tail with his chopsticks, skilled like a restaurant shrimp peeling master—a talent common among food lovers.

He casually placed the peeled shrimp meat into Lin Wanwan’s bowl, saying: "Eat."

Lin Wanwan gazed at the mantis shrimp with its shell removed, eyes widening slightly. How could Xiao Chong be such a warm-hearted guy, truly not judging a book by its cover?

"Th-thank you."

"You’re welcome."