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Chapter 879: Xiao Chong Extra 6_2

The appointment went smoothly, so everyone soon knew that Qi Bingqiong’s family background was unusual.

Of course, in the first and second classes of Seventh Middle School, there are many kids with impressive family backgrounds. This chairman, that bureau director, there are too many.

Someone like Qi Bingqiong is not surprising; it’s Lin Wanwan’s kind of family background that’s rare.

Being in the province with the most competitive education in the country, within the most competitive city, from rural to urban areas, it’s the birthplace of top achievers.

Students who can’t afford private tutors or extra classes basically have no chance in top high school classes.

Because the contents of middle school haven’t reached the point where natural talent is the sole determining factor. When IQ differences are not clear, external support becomes important.

Even though the education bureau repeatedly insists on not holding extra classes, in reality, there are hardly any students who don’t take them.

Parents of good students also tacitly agree. When others ask, they all uniformly say, "My child doesn’t take extra classes, just learns at school," and then turn around and frantically find ways to enroll in extra classes.

So Lin Wanwan managing to squeeze into this class is truly impressive.

This is a side note, not to be elaborated for now.

In the early morning, the students of class one in grade ten gather at the school gate to take the bus to the reserved museum.

Lin Wanwan didn’t sleep well last night and got up late in the morning.

The gathering time was seven o’clock; she set the alarm for six but didn’t wake herself up. By the time she opened her eyes, it was already six forty-five. She hurriedly washed up in the bathroom, grabbed the backpack she packed the night before, and ran downstairs, pushing her bicycle out the door, without even having breakfast.

Fortunately, her neighborhood is close to the school, and cycling through the alleyways only takes five minutes.

When she reached the school gate, she could already see her classmates lining up to get on the bus.

Not wasting a second, she rode her bike into the school’s bicycle shed, then picked up her backpack and moved.

At six fifty-six, Lin Wanwan got on the bus. Because she was so late, all the seats at the back were taken, leaving only two empty seats at the front next to the teacher.

Lin Wanwan had no choice but to sit there.

Chen Guoyi, with his beer belly, stood up and shouted towards the inside of the bus: "Is everyone here? Give me a count!"

"Not everyone!" The boys at the back of the bus shouted in unison.

"Who else isn’t here?"

"Xiao Chong!"

As soon as they spoke, Xiao Chong came up from the bus door, standing in the front against the light. His tousled front hair had a slight moisture, probably from washing his face, making it look like tender branches covered with morning dew.

He scratched his head and said to Chen Guoyi: "Sorry, Mr. Chen, I overslept and came late."

Chen Guoyi: "..."

He wanted to criticize him for a few words, but his apologetic attitude was so sincere, and his peach blossom eyes filled with innocence; forget it, forget it!

"Be more mindful of the time next time." After saying this, Chen Guoyi opened the passageway.

"Yes, Mr. Chen."

Xiao Chong nodded and sat down next to Lin Wanwan in the first row.

Hong Yijing put down the hand he had raised to greet. He had specially saved a seat for Xiao Chong, but the guy didn’t even look at him. Hmph, choosing romance over friendship!

The bus started driving towards the forest park, which is about twenty-two kilometers from Seventh Middle School, taking around forty minutes on the bus.

As soon as the bus started moving, the bus was bustling with the sound of chatting and interaction.

Xiao Chong opened his large backpack, taking out two transparent cups filled with freshly made soy milk and two pieces of plastic-wrapped tiramisu cakes.

He naturally handed one portion to Lin Wanwan: "Here, soy milk and cake. You didn’t have breakfast, right? Here, make do with this as breakfast."

Because the teacher was sitting on the opposite aisle, Lin Wanwan felt a bit embarrassed to take Xiao Chong’s offerings and quietly said she didn’t need them. But her stomach betrayed her with several growls, singing in opposition to her will.

Xiao Chong couldn’t help but laugh: "Why so polite?"

He then shoved the soy milk cup and tiramisu into Lin Wanwan’s arms.

His mischievous smile shone in the morning light, carrying a bit of laziness, like a small brush stroking the nerve endings, making it impossible for anyone to refuse his goodwill in such a situation.

Unable to resist his kindness, Lin Wanwan pressed her lips together, her cheeks slightly hot, and whispered softly, "Thank you."

Xiao Chong casually replied, "No need to thank me."

The two quietly started having breakfast.

From a young age, Lin Wanwan rarely ate cake, as such a small piece costs thirty to forty yuan, and she couldn’t bring herself to buy it.