The Villainous Classmate is My Lucky Star Chapter 151
Translated by Pure (ko-fi)
Chapter 151 If we can’t be good bros, then let’s be good couples (3)
Wen Yantong originally wanted to wink at him, but soon retracted this idea. It wasn’t very appropriate to do so right now, lest others would start to gossip about the matter. So her half-blinked eyes twitched abruptly, she quickly lowered her head, and rubbed them.
Mu Yang laughed gleefully, "Look at Wen Yantong's attire! He looks even more feminine than usual."
Chi Jingxi stated calmly, "It looks quite nice."
"What?" Mu Yang was surprised.
"You don’t think so?" Chi Jingxi asked back.
"It does look nice on him," Mu Yang scratched his head, his face full of confusion, "but Brother Xi, you..."
Chi Jingxi said, "It's just the truth."
Mu Yang was left perplexed, but he refrained from further inquiry. Instead, he turned to engage in conversation with Fu Zixian. The latter, who was usually reticent, remained silent unless spoken to.
Despite his taciturn nature, Wen Yantong never underestimated Fu Zixian's intellect. Though he seldom voiced his thoughts, his eyes were always alert, perceiving more than what met the eye.
In truth, with the exception of Mu Yang, who was somewhat obtuse, the nobles of the city possessed astute minds.
Mu Yang continued enthusiastically, "Fu Zixian, after Wen Yantong's performance is over, let's go and laugh at him."
Fu Zixian lightly exclaimed, "That’s not a very good idea."
"There's nothing wrong with that?" Mu Yang retorted, "He is always laughing at my slow wit. This is a rare opportunity where we can finally poke fun at him, so just tell me if you’re joining me or not."
Fu Zixian said, "Wen Yantong is only teasing you for good fun."
Mu Yang snorted, unwilling to listen to Fu Zixian.
All of a sudden, Chi Jingxi kicked his chair. "Are you that bored? If you make a fuss again, I'll have you sent to the record room to help count the presents sent in today."
Such a punishment was Mu Yang's nightmare. In the past, due to a mistake he had made, Mu Yang was punished to recount the items in their warehouse by Mu Yuan. By the time he had completed this task, he was so tired that he collapsed, and his hands were shaking non-stop from writing nonstop for three consecutive days. Hence, when he heard Chi Jingxi say this, he froze instantly. "Brother Xi, don't poke at my sore spot."
Chi Jingxi humphed and turned his attention to Wen Yantong who was adjusting her xiqin.
His eyes roamed around the vicinity until they landed on her hair. However, his gaze was met with disappointment as he noticed the absence of the striking vermilion hairpin that once adorned her locks. In its place were two lackluster flower ornaments that failed to capture his attention. Realising this, the corners of Chi Jingxi’s mouth dropped in displeasure.
Moments later, the serene atmosphere was filled with the enchanting melody of the guqin. As the leader of the instrument, Hua Mo gracefully plucked the strings, producing a soft and soothing sound that echoed throughout the garden.
The chatter of the audience slowly faded away, leaving only the captivating notes of the qin to fill the air. The music floated on the gentle breeze, caressing the hair of the listeners and enveloping them in the vibrant floral surroundings.
With the melodious symphony enveloping her senses, Wen Yantong found herself effortlessly captivated by its enchanting rhythm. All trivial thoughts and distractions were effortlessly swept away, leaving her solely fixated on the pulsating beat, eagerly anticipating her moment to harmonize.
To those well-versed in the realm of live musical performances, the transformation that occurs when a musician enters such a state of unwavering focus was nothing short of extraordinary. It was a metamorphosis that unveiled their unparalleled dedication and beguiling allure.
As she deftly moved her bow across the strings, it was as if she was performing a dance with her instrument. Her movements were fluid and effortless, and the music flowed out of her with a grace that was truly awe-inspiring. It was clear that Wen Yantong was an experienced musician, and her performance was nothing short of a work of art.
In the past, when Chi Jingxi had observed her performance, he had found it to be satisfactory, but nothing more. His heart remained untouched, devoid of any profound emotions or thoughts. However, this time was different. As he watched her, it was as if a radiant aura enveloped her entire being. Each delicate sound that emanated from her qin seemed to caress the very core of his soul, leaving an indelible mark upon his heart.
As the final notes of the qins faded away, a palpable sense of enchantment lingered in the air, captivating the listeners long after the performance had ended. Hua Mo gracefully led her the musicians in a dignified bow, bidding farewell; their departure orchestrated in perfect synchrony, one after another.
Seeing them leave, Chi Jingxi also stood up and left his table.
When Wen Yantong passed by Hao Jing, she let out an almost indiscernible snort, as if mocking her.
With a vexed and provoked demeanor, Hao Jing trailed after Wen Yantong into her changing room. "Wen Yantong, by what authority do you dare to mock me?" she bellowed, slamming the door shut with a resounding thud.
Hao Jing was undoubtedly gifted, but her conceit and haughtiness knew no bounds. She had always been the darling of her parents and could not abide any criticism regarding her qin skills.
That derisive mock from Wen Yantong was enough to ignite the flames of fury within her.
Wen Yantong put xiqin down, almost not wanting to mind her at all. "Did you count how many notes you misplayed? With this type of skill, you still dare to play in front of the nobles? Although you are not afraid of death, I am afraid of being implicated by you."
Hao Jing's face flushed with frustration as she fired back, "Everyone slips up occasionally, it's only human. And besides, no one else seemed to have noticed it, so why do you feel the need to lecture me on what to do?"
Wen Yantong's eyes narrowed as she replied, "Oh, you think it went unnoticed? My master has a keen eye for detail and she will surely find you later."
It's impossible for Hua Mo not to hear all those wrong notes. In addition, this was not an ordinary performance. Everyone practiced tirelessly for this stage, and only Hao Jing committed errors while playing live. Fortunately, no one in the audience cared, otherwise this would not be a trivial matter.
Anger muddled Hao Jing’s brain as she started to cuss, "Humph! Just because you have some qin skill, you think you can be someone important? You only dare to be so arrogant because of your illicit relationship with the Little Marquis. Do you think I will be afraid of you?"
When Wen Yantong heard this, her eyes widened immediately. She warned in a deep voice, "You can eat whatever you want, but there are some things you shouldn’t say. A loose tongue may cause a lot of trouble."
Seeing that she finally had a reaction, Hao Jing sneered, "What, you dare to do it, but don’t want to listen to others talk about it? I saw everything! Everything you and the Little Marquis did before the performance in this room!"
Wen Yantong was furious. She slapped the table and stood up. "F*ck your mother's bullshit! Little Marquis is my good brother! Who the f*ck gave you the courage to talk such nonsense!?"
Chi Jingxi, who was about to open the door and go in, stopped abruptly when he heard this sentence. The expression on his face became complicated.
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The author has something to say:
[Chi Jingxi's Little Diary]
The twentieth of the second lunar month:
Who gave her the gall to call me her good brother?
