Chapter 892: Xiao Chong Side Story 10_3

Chapter 892: Xiao Chong Side Story 10_3

Xiao Chong, dressed in a gray and white tracksuit, stood in front of the car, talking to his parents. The distance wasn’t too close, so it was hard to hear clearly.

"Dad, Mom, looking at the weather signs, a storm is coming later. I won’t be going back this afternoon."

"Huh, is it going to storm today?" Xiao’s mother looked up at the sky, not understanding, and asked Xiao’s father in the driver’s seat, "Did the weather forecast mention rain today?"

"I didn’t check the forecast, but if your son says it’s going to rain, then it definitely will," Xiao’s father said confidently.

Back when Xiao Chong was a child, Xiao’s father and mother would take the whole family on outings, and it was always Xiao Chong predicting the weather. Especially when it came to "localized rain," his predictions were particularly accurate.

Because of this, his grandparents adored him so much that they used their pension to buy him an expensive telescope, which is still in Xiao Chong’s room at the Yongda family residence.

"Alright then, you can make yourself something to eat today; there’s food in the fridge. If the weather is good tomorrow, I’ll have your dad come pick you up and bring you home." Xiao’s mother waved her hand and got into the car.

Xiao Chong nodded in agreement.

As the car drove away, Xiao Chong, as if having a sixth sense, turned his head to glance at Lin Wanwan’s window, just in time to meet her gaze.

He flashed a bright, vibrant smile, as cheerful as the morning sky, and called out, "Good morning, Wanwan."

Lin Wanwan smiled and nodded, without replying. She picked up her workbook from her desk, turned, and ran out of the room and downstairs.

In the elder’s room downstairs, her grandfather was taking a nap, so Lin Wanwan quietly and cautiously went out, gently closing the front door.

In the deep autumn of November, the weather was turning cooler.

Lin Wanwan was only wearing a thin long-sleeved T-shirt and school pants, feeling a bit cold as the wind blew.

But she didn’t intend to go back home to get a jacket. After all, she was just going to Xiao Chong’s next door, not outside. Going back might make noise and wake up her grandfather.

When she entered Xiao Chong’s yard, he happened to come to the front from the back door, opening the door to welcome her.

Seeing Lin Wanwan dressed so lightly, Xiao Chong said, "Today’s temperature dropped sharply, only twelve degrees, seven degrees lower than yesterday. You’re underdressed."

"It’s fine. I’m not going outside anyway, I’ll warm up once I start moving." Lin Wanwan hugged her book as she walked past him into the house, skillfully sitting on the entryway bench to change into slippers.

Looking at the book in her hands, Xiao Chong said, "Why did you bring your book today? Are you going to do homework with me?"

Lin Wanwan looked up with a dazzling smile and said, "There are a few difficult problems I can’t solve, so I wanted to ask you for help."

Having a genius neighbor is such a convenience; it would be a waste not to ask.

"Alright, after we finish training." Xiao Chong nodded, leading the way upstairs, "Let’s go, today I can spar with you."

"Oh, okay." Lin Wanwan quickly followed him.

The two of them went to the training room in the attic. Lin Wanwan took off her shoes and socks to start warming up and practicing shadow boxing.

Lin Wanwan had always been interested in martial arts. Growing up without parental protection, she liked to be stronger herself.

Before learning formal fighting skills, she knew quite a few street-fighting moves.

Back in middle school, a delinquent girl from a neighboring school picked on her for no reason, and she’d fought several times with them.

Now in high school, she basically doesn’t encounter such people anymore, as students in the selective high school have been carefully selected, and middle schoolers couldn’t pick fights with high schoolers anyway.

But Lin Wanwan still liked martial arts; practicing it for health and fitness was good enough.

She had some talent in this area, naturally having a good physique, flexibility, and strength, progressing quickly and learning the moves proficiently.

Lin Wanwan felt pretty confident, but in Xiao Chong’s eyes, they were just flowery tricks.

But he had a lot of experience training girls in martial arts, so teaching Lin Wanwan was not difficult at all.

Contrary to Lin Wanwan’s previous worries about too much physical contact, Xiao Chong’s teaching mainly used a bamboo flute to correct movements, lightly without touching.

Though Xiao Chong liked Lin Wanwan a lot, he maintained basic decency during training, avoiding flirty behavior, for efficient progress.

In today’s official sparring, Xiao Chong was on defense while Lin Wanwan attacked.

Roundhouse kicks, side kicks, and whip kicks, Lin Wanwan performed them all, while Xiao Chong casually countered each one with his hands behind his back, unfazed.

After a session of sparring, Lin Wanwan was gasping for air, beads of sweat appearing on her forehead, while Xiao Chong showed no signs of strain, as relaxed as if he had just taken a walk.

After a month of practicing together, Xiao Chong had realized that Lin Wanwan had lost her innate Divine Power from her past life, so he timely adjusted their focus from punches to kicks.

Teaching according to aptitude yields remarkable results.