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Chapter 874: Xiao Chong Extra 4_3

Originally, it was thought that after entering high school, their "Xiao Chong Corps" would break up, but unexpectedly, there were still four remaining—himself, Xiao Chong, Hong Yijing, and Gao Wang from Class 3 of Year 1.

The tip of Qi Bingqiong’s pen hovered above the question, listening to the conversation behind her, and she quietly leaned over to Lin Wanwan’s ear, whispering softly: "We’ll be splitting into study groups later, shall we team up with the two tables behind us?"

Lin Wanwan didn’t mind: "I’m fine with anything."

Qi Bingqiong then turned around and said to the two people behind: "We’ll be choosing study groups soon, let’s team up together?"

She was addressing two people, but her gaze was only on Xiao Chong.

Hong Yijing replied cheerfully: "Sure, can your desk mate join us too?"

"Join, join, we’re sitting together, so teaming up makes it easier! What do you think, Xiao Chong?"

Xiao Chong lifted his gaze, responding indifferently: "Huh? This doesn’t need us to choose; it’s definitely divided by seating."

"How do you know that?" Qi Bingqiong widened her eyes slightly, looking at Xiao Chong with a particularly innocent expression.

Xiao Chong smiled without explaining.

Based on Chen Guoyi’s behavior over the past couple of days, Xiao Chong easily deduced his way of handling things. For Chen Guoyi, who prefers fewer complications, dividing by seats was the most hassle-free solution.

Moreover, Chen Guoyi is a domineering person who wouldn’t listen to students’ opinions.

Sure enough, when it was time to divide into study groups, Chen Guoyi, for convenience, directly divided by seats into eight groups, each with six people.

Lin Wanwan’s position was in the fourth row of the fourth column, forming a study group with the two tables behind her, including Xiao Chong and Mi Yunzhi.

Forming study groups to help each other is an old tradition of Seventh Middle School’s teaching; the school leaders believe that study groups can enhance mutual understanding among classmates and help foster a positive cycle of surpassing one another.

Through the collision of thinking among peers, it helps to progress together.

Chen Guoyi believes the seats chosen by the freshmen on the first day of school were essentially them choosing their study group partners, so his arrangement counts as quite democratic.

Whether the students agree with this, only they themselves know, and Chen Guoyi doesn’t care anyway.

In Lin Wanwan’s group, everyone was quite satisfied.

The six of them—Lin Wanwan, Qi Bingqiong, Fang Junjie—all came from the direct promotion of Seventh Middle School’s junior high, while the other three were from Yongda Middle School, making a rather balanced group.

After the evening self-study was dismissed, Lin Wanwan and Xiao Chong rode their bicycles home as they did the day before, one after the other.

At the entrance to the courtyard, Lin Wanwan parked and waited for a moment, calling out to Xiao Chong as he passed by: "Wait a moment."

Then, she pushed her bike into the yard, walked quietly to the kitchen, took out goat milk from the fridge, and headed outside again, where Xiao Chong was still waiting at the gate.

Seeing Lin Wanwan come out with the goat milk untouched, Xiao Chong chuckled: "You don’t like goat milk either?"

Lin Wanwan handed the goat milk back to him, answering irrelevantly: "I kept it in the fridge; it’s still drinkable and hasn’t spoiled."

Xiao Chong took it, smiled: "It’s been sitting for a day; I won’t drink it, the taste is gone."

Listen to this, what an aristocratic tone!

After saying this, Xiao Chong pedaled to his doorstep, casually waved a hand: "Goodnight, Wanwan."

Lin Wanwan didn’t reply, turned around, and headed inside.

Her grandfather, who had been asleep, got up upon hearing the noise, smiled at Lin Wanwan and asked: "Wanwan, back from school? Are you hungry; shall Grandpa make you something to eat?"

"Yeah, back from school. I’m not hungry, Grandpa, you go back to sleep; I’m heading upstairs to sleep too."

"Not hungry? If you are, I can cook something up."

"I’m not hungry; I’m going upstairs, Grandpa."

"Alright, alright."

Today, Xiao Chong’s home was pretty quiet, with just him alone; his foster parents stayed at the faculty compound in the western district of Yongda.

To his foster parents, Xiao Chong was old enough to live alone in a small villa, and for the convenience of work, they typically stayed at the faculty compound in the western district of Yongda.

For housekeeping in the villa, Xiao Chong hired hourly services from the community property management, so he didn’t have to do chores himself.

However, having no one to make midnight snacks was the only downside for such a foodie.

Entering and turning on the lights, Xiao Chong flung his backpack onto the sofa, held his cup, shook his head, and chuckled—modern-day Wanwan was much colder than Wanwan from Great Tang, hard to please!

But it’s alright, he has plenty of patience and energy.

Xiao Chong strode upstairs, quickly showered in the main bathroom, changed into home clothes, poured a glass of water, and headed to the study, standing by the window watching Lin Wanwan.

Lin Wanwan, at this time, had already changed into her middle school sports uniform that doubled as pajamas, and was seated at her desk studying.