The Villainous Classmate is My Lucky Star Chapter 150
There’s a third part to this title, but it’s not what ya’lls are thinking. ><
Translated by Pure (ko-fi)
Chapter 150 If we can’t be good bros, then let’s be good couples (2)
Chi Jingxi tidied his robe, but before he left, he looked at Wen Yantong once again. After a short moment of silence, he then slowly turned around and opened the door.
Hua Mo was currently asking the guards at the door, when she saw Chi Jingxi coming out suddenly, she immediately saluted. Chi Jingxi responded lightly and soon left with the guards.
Hua Mo hurried into the room, and saw that Yantong was staring at the door in a daze, the corner of her eyes red, as if she had been crying.
She closed the door and rushed to Wen Yantong's side, "Did the Little Marquis bullied you? What happened?"
Wen Yantong came back to her senses, and replied with a smile, "No, I was too timid and cried in front of the Little Marquis."
"What did he do?" Hua Mo asked.
"He cracked a joke." Wen Yantong's tone was lighthearted, while she internally sighed in relief.
Her fake identity had always weighed down her heart, Wen Yantong constantly felt as if she was walking on eggshells, but after being discovered by Chi Jingxi this time, she actually felt a sense of relief, incomparably carefree.
Once summer arrives, there will only be a few more months of schooling before they are to take the end-of-course test at Songhai Academy. After that she was free to leave, and then she would no longer have to worry about her ending in the original book.
Seeing that she was avoiding answering her question, Hua Mo didn't bother to pursue, so instead she asked, "How did your lip balm end up on your neck? Did you look in the mirror at all? Wipe it off quickly!"
Wen Yantong took a look at the mirror, and knew that it was Chi Jingxi who smeared it just now. Unfortunately, the fault had been pinned on her, so she had no choice but to wipe off the bright red on her neck with the brocade cloth.
"Huh? Where did the hairpin on your head come from?" Hua Mo asked suspiciously.
Only then did Wen Yantong remember that Chi Jingxi had left a vermilion ivory hairpin in her hair just now, so she reached her hand up and pulled it out to study it. The whole body of the wooden hairpin was a dark vermilion, while the end was inlaid with ivory-white precious stones.The hairpin was rather light, and when she looked closely, Wen Yantong also noticed the faint patterns of auspicious clouds decorating the whole hairpin.
It was very characteristic of Chi Jingxi.
Seeing that it was something of great value, Wen Yantong answered truthfully, "This is from the Little Marquis."
"Oh this item..." Huamo took a closer look, "Isn't this the Ivory Cloud Hairpin that was auctioned in Linglong Pavilion two days ago? It’s a very precious item. Many people were at the auction fighting for this hairpin."
Wen Yantong looked at the hairpin again. "How precious can a hairpin be?"
"It’s the ivory and the auspicious cloud pattern on the side that makes it so expensive. The curving pattern of each auspicious cloud is different. It is also inlaid with dark gold, which causes the clouds to simmer brightly in the sun." Hua Mo laughed, "It seems that the Little Marquis is really good to you."
Wen Yantong held the hairpin with a slight smile in her eyes. After a short moment, she put away the hairpin carefully, and then casually picked out a couple ornaments on the table and asked Hua Mo to help put them in her hair.
"Hua jie, will there also be opera performances at this banquet?" Wen Yantong pretended to casually ask.
Hua Mo answered, "Yes, but we are first, the troupe will be after us."
Wen Yantong made some mental calculations; the banquet would start a little after two in the afternoon. After she finished playing the xiqin, she should have enough time to make her way to the scene.
She wasn’t sure what she could do, but Wen Yantong felt flustered at the thought of not being there. It's not that she doesn't trust Chi Jingxi and the others, it's just that she feared for any unexpected accidents.
Wen Yantong waited in the room for about half an hour when Hua Mo called her to meet other qin performers. Due to the practices, they were familiar faces, but Wen Yantong couldn’t regard them as acquaintances. After all, these people were from the palace and she was a commoner, an outsider. Furthermore, she was brought in by Hua Mo, which they considered as nepotism, so it was normal for those people to view her with some prejudice.
That was fine, she didn't like talking to these people either.
Wen Yantong hugged her erhu and followed behind Hua Mo and soon saw the woman who Hua Mo had regarded as her arch rival. She looked a little older than Hua Mo, there were some obvious fine lines on her face, while her eyes were full of arrogance.
Behind her, was the talented apprentice Hua Mo mentioned before. She was a seventeen-year-old girl named Hao Jing, who learned to play the qin since she was a child. Wen Yantong had seen her play the qin. Although the girl had ordinary features, she extruded a special temperament when playing the qin. The only downside was that this little girl was quite sharp-tongued, somewhat similar to her master.
Wen Yantong deliberately tried to disgust her. As they approached, she blew a loud whistle, and raised her eyebrows at Hao Jing indecently.
The girl blushed with anger, but she didn't dare to say anything because Hua Mo was in front.
On the way to the garden where the banquet was held, Wen Yantong discovered that there were actually flowers in full bloom during this month. Unfortunately, she was not a plant enthusiast, so she couldn't name them. But the description of beautiful purples and brilliant reds suited the surroundings well. Many kinds of aromas fused together, but the smell was faint and not pungent.
Hua Mo kindly reminded her, "Lower your head, don't look around."
Wen Yantong immediately lowered her head, to the point where she could only see Hua Mo's heels ahead of her. Without much of a delay, Wen Yantong steadily followed forward.
Then the noisy voices gradually entered her ears; men exchanging cups of wine, and womens’ light talk and laughter. However, at the appearance of the musicians, these voices became slightly restrained.
Wen Yantong really wanted to look up and look for Chi Jingxi, but now was not the occasion, so she could only restrain her neck and follow Hua Mo to the stage.
Then the guards stepped forward to put all the seats in place for the musicians, and then put the qins on the stand one by one. Wen Yantong's position was to the left, and she was to play the harmony for the qin solo.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wen Yantong quietly raised her head and took a look around.
The field was very wide, men and women were separated to two sides, with a wide road between them. Chi Jingxi and the others were given seats that allowed them a clear view of the stage, so Wen Yantong spotted them right away. When her eyes swept over, Chi Jingxi was also looking at her, and so they locked eyes.
