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

Chapter 899 - 13: Xiao Chong Extra Story

Lin Wanwan had just closed the courtyard gate and encountered Xiao Chong carrying a basketball back.

"Wanwan, are you going out?"

Lin Wanwan nodded: "I’m going to the fabric market."

"What are you going there for?" Xiao Chong curiously asked an additional question.

"I want to buy some fabric for room curtains." Lin Wanwan saw no need to hide the reason and said directly.

"You have to process the fabric yourself. Why not just buy ready-made ones online?"

"I don’t have an account, so it’s inconvenient to shop online." For someone who didn’t even have QQ before college, how could there be anything else?

Xiao Chong lazily said, "I have one, so why go far for what’s near."

While speaking, he fished out a smart fruit phone from his sports jacket pocket, unlocked it, opened a shopping app, and handed it to Lin Wanwan: "There are lots of options online, you can take your time to choose."

Lin Wanwan took his phone, typed the word "curtains," and immediately saw a bunch of options popping up on the page.

Xiao Chong spun the basketball and invited, "Let’s go, we can slowly choose at my place."

Lin Wanwan hesitated, afraid of causing trouble: "Aren’t you going back to your parents’ place?"

"It’s not urgent, I can go before lunch." While speaking, he had already started walking towards his house.

Lin Wanwan was still holding his phone, so she had to follow quickly.

"You sit down to choose. If you find something you like, just place an order. Purchases under two hundred don’t need a password." Xiao Chong assumed Lin Wanwan wouldn’t spend more than two hundred yuan on curtains. "I’ll go upstairs to take a shower and change."

"Oh." Lin Wanwan sat on the sofa, holding the phone, choosing curtains in the light, with a large floor-to-ceiling window behind her descending directly from the second floor.

"How’s the selection going?"

Ten minutes later, Xiao Chong, looking fresh and half-dried hair with some moisture, walked down the stairs.

Lin Wanwan looked up at the quickly approaching Xiao Chong, thought for a moment, and handed the phone back to him: "I’ve picked one, help me place the order, I’ll pay you cash."

Xiao Chong took the phone and was stunned. Then he smiled slightly: "You like this painting?"

The curtain had a sea sunrise painting on it, which just so happened to be the first painting he sold under the alias Chu Kuang, depicting a moment he cherished of watching the sunrise at sea with his cousin.

It seemed he and Wanwan really had a kindred spirit.

Just as he was about to hit the pay button, he suddenly changed his mind, put the phone into his pocket, and said calmly, "I’ll take care of it. When it arrives, I’ll bring it to you."

"Okay, thank you!" Lin Wanwan didn’t suspect anything, thanked him, and pulled money out of her pocket to give him.

Actually, she had been conflicted for quite a while — at least for five minutes!

Because the curtain with the sea sunrise painting cost 158, far beyond her mental expectation.

She originally just wanted a light-blocking fabric, costing around ten or twenty yuan per meter. But after seeing the painting, she couldn’t take her eyes off it and really wanted to own it.

Finally, she gritted her teeth and decided to buy it.

Xiao Chong accepted the 150 yuan from Lin Wanwan and said, "I don’t have change, so just give me this much."

"That’s not okay, I can’t let you lose money." Lin Wanwan said and turned to walk out the door, "Wait for me, I’ll go get change, I have change."

After saying that, she put on her shoes and ran out. After she left, Xiao Chong quickly used his phone to order a piece of blank fabric the same size as what Lin Wanwan had picked.

If his painting was to be displayed, it couldn’t be just a soulless replica.

When Lin Wanwan returned to Xiao Chong’s house with the change from her room, he was in the kitchen making soy milk.

"Xiao Chong, I put the eight yuan on the coffee table!" To Lin Wanwan, a high school student, eight yuan wasn’t a small sum as it could buy three bowls of White Elephant spicy sour powder, so she couldn’t let it go unpaid.

"Alright." Xiao Chong didn’t mind these details. If she liked to be exact, then so be it.

"Wanwan, come over. I made some soy milk, let’s drink together. You can clean the soy milk machine." Xiao Chong unceremoniously assigned housework to Lin Wanwan as if it were only natural.

"Oh." Lin Wanwan obediently went to the kitchen and handed something to Xiao Chong, "Here, chocolate."

Every day she ate Xiao Chong’s food, and now that she had something to give back, she naturally offered it immediately.

Xiao Chong looked at the two Ferrero Rocher chocolates in Lin Wanwan’s palm and smiled slightly, taking them and thanking her, "Thank you."