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

Chapter 897: Xiao Chong Side Story 12_2

It felt as if a white light flashed through her mind, like lightning piercing through dark clouds.

Her flawless white feet rested on the wooden floor, inexplicably exuding the pure sensation of a little mermaid stepping onto land for the first time.

The clothes she wore were a bit oversized, her tightly bound ponytail became loose from a nap, and her face, which he had longed for over a millennium, carried a hint of confusion and innocence, like a lotus opening after the rain.

She woke up in her own home and stood at the door listening to her own zither playing, everything seemed like a dream.

Lin Wanwan followed his gaze downwards, instantly feeling awkward, retracting her foot, turned around silently and ran up to the attic to find slippers.

Xiao Chong’s Adam’s apple moved slightly, his tense throat returned to normal, and he found the way Lin Wanwan escaped to be somewhat amusing.

Putting on her slippers, Lin Wanwan went downstairs again, arrived at the door of the music room, and hesitantly asked Xiao Chong if he could play another piece; she hadn’t heard enough.

"Sure."

This room, similar in layout to Lin Wanwan’s bedroom, was turned into a music room by Xiao Chong, containing only a long zither bench, with no other seating.

Xiao Chong patted the empty spot beside him, indicating Lin Wanwan to sit.

Lin Wanwan smoothly walked forward and sat next to him.

The bench was long enough for two people to sit without feeling crowded.

The sound of the zither once again started from Xiao Chong’s fingertips, and Lin Wanwan instantly immersed herself in it.

She didn’t take extra classes when she was young, the only thing she learned was calligraphy, which was free in the school calligraphy club.

But deep down, she was very interested in musical instruments and admired anyone who could play, regardless of gender.

Naturally, she admired Xiao Chong even more for his exceptional skill with the Ancient Zither.

After another piece finished, Xiao Chong turned his head and asked the girl beside him: "Wanwan, do you want to learn?"

It was clear that if Lin Wanwan wanted to learn, he wouldn’t hesitate to teach.

However, Lin Wanwan wasn’t that bold; she had already attended Xiao Chong’s martial arts class for free, how could she ask for more?

She shook her head and said: "I can just listen, I’m in high school, and there’s no time to learn anything else."

"Then, let’s talk about it after the college entrance exams," Xiao Chong smiled slightly, not pushing her.

"Which platform do you stream on? You must have many fans, right?" Lin Wanwan asked curiously.

"Douyin. There are indeed many listeners who love the Ancient Zither."

In his online streams, Xiao Chong only showed his hands and the zither, but even so, it was enough to drive people wild.

Even though the zither music, output through the internet and various devices, wasn’t as soul-stirring as it was live, it was still celestial music hard to hear on earth.

Music is the most touching thing, and Xiao Chong’s music appeals to both refined and popular tastes; anyone can hear the emotions they want from it.

Any music lover, whether originally fond of classical or pop, would never forget after hearing him play.

Thus, since sixth grade, when Xiao Chong had hands that looked like an adult’s, he streamed Ancient Zither twice a month, and his fame grew widely.

Now, his video account named "Qing Yang" has tens of millions of fans domestically and internationally.

Even many music school students, especially those studying Ancient Zither, consider the days he streams as an open class day.

Such celestial music, and it can be heard for free!

No, it feels wrong not to compensate!

Tips, must send tips!

Those who study music, play music, live for music, are rarely poor, so Xiao Chong’s tip amounts consistently set records.

Fans all urged him to hold a live concert, his inbox crammed with invitations from renowned Ancient Zither teachers.

But Xiao Chong simply played without responding.

Others streamers cater to top supporters as ’darling’ or ’brother’, but in Xiao Chong’s stream, the atmosphere shifts to unusually cold.

Making one mistakenly think the owner of those hands might be a robot.

Initially, when he was too young to monetize paintings conveniently, Xiao Chong accepted tips, but later when his paintings went to auction, financial situation instantly improved, he promptly closed the tip channel for his streams.

Playing the zither was no burden for Xiao Chong, back in the Great Tang, singing and dancing, playing the zither and painting were common, essential social skills, even having to perform for the Emperor in court.

But tipping was different, for someone from a noble family background like Xiao Chong, it was rather shameful.