The Villainous Classmate is My Lucky Star Chapter 203
Translated by Pure
Chapter 203 Songhai Academy Resumes Classes
Fu Zixian was taken aback and quickly moved forward. Seeing Mu Yang still unconscious, he urgently called out, "Mu Xingyi, Mu Xingyi!"
After calling his name several times without any response, Fu Zixian drew back the curtains and called out to the entourage outside, "Hurry to the residence! Young Master Mu has fainted!"
The attendant immediately picked up his pace upon hearing the urgency. He didn't even consider Mu Yang's earlier request for pastries, and swiftly made his way to the General's Mansion.
Throughout the journey, Fu Zixian continued to attempt to rouse Mu Yang. It wasn't until he heard the faint sound of snoring that Fu Zixian finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He had fallen asleep.
Fu Zixian contemplated the situation. He surmised that it could be attributed to a combination of accumulated fatigue and recent excitement. Mu Yang's steady breathing reassured him that it wasn't a severe ailment.
Upon their return to the General's Mansion, the guards assisted Mu Yang inside, where the doctor promptly examined him. Fu Zixian remained quietly at his side. The doctor's diagnosis alleviated their concerns—it was nothing grave, just the result of overexertion. He recommended some calming medicine for Mu Yang's recovery.
Sitting beside Mu Yang, Fu Zixian couldn't help but let out a deep sigh. Mu Yang's serene slumber provided some comfort. Even in his sleep, he clutched the jade plaque. Gently removing it, Fu Zixian placed it in Mu Yang's pocket. After a moment of reflection, he rose to bid his farewell.
As Fu Zixian prepared to leave the General's Mansion, he encountered Mu Yuan hurrying back home. Upon learning of his son's fainting spell, Mu Yuan promptly abandoned his plans at the imperial palace, his worry etched across his face.
Fu Zixian halted and offered a respectful salute in ceremony.
Mu Yuan nervously inquired, "How is Yang’er?"
Fu Zixian reassured him, "There's no cause for serious concern. The doctor believes he's simply exhausted and is now resting comfortably."
Mu Yuan couldn't help but scold Mu Yang inwardly before turning to Fu Zixian, suggesting, "It's growing late. Why don't you stay at the General's Mansion tonight and return home tomorrow?"
Initially reluctant, Fu Zixian explained, "Having been away in the mountains these past few days, my father is likely quite anxious. I should return to let him know I'm safe."
Mu Yuan relented, assuring, "I'll dispatch someone to the Prime Minister's Mansion to inform your father. You can spend the night here and head back tomorrow."
With little choice, Fu Zixian agreed, spending the night at the General's Mansion.
Mu Yang, who hadn't experienced a good night's rest in days, slept deeply that night, leaving a damp spot on the pillow where he drooled. The next day, he awoke to the high sun in the sky, slowly sitting up in bed.
Wiping his mouth, he called out hoarsely, "Servant–"
Promptly, the waiting servant entered, asking, "Young Master, would you like to get up and freshen up?"
"Fetch me a cup of tea." Mu Yang's parched throat demanded relief.
The servant swiftly poured a cup, and Mu Yang downed it in two gulps, finally quenching his thirst. He then absently looked down at his hands, finding them empty.
Furrowing his brow, he muttered to himself, "Could it all have been a dream?"
The servant, awaiting further instructions, gently reminded, "Young Master."
Mu Yang snapped back to reality, inquiring, "How did I return here last night?"
The servant recounted, "I heard that the Young Master fainted on the way back. It was the sixth young master of the Fu Residence who sent him back."
Mu Yang's recollections flooded back, his gaze returning to his empty hands. The memory of the jade pendant gifted by Fu Zixian lingered.
Without a moment's delay, he leapt from the bed, hastily slipping on his shoes. "Where's my father?" he urgently inquired, clutching the servant's arm.
"The General is having breakfast," the servant promptly replied.
Mu Yang wasted no time, dashing towards the dining hall. Before he even reached the door, his voice echoed through the halls, "Dad! I need to go to the Prime Minister's Mansion!"
Stepping inside, he found Fu Zixian and Mu Yuan seated together, enjoying their morning meal. Fu Zixian glanced up with a warm smile, "Young Master Mu, feeling better now?"
Mu Yuan, however, grunted, "You're in such a hurry to head to the Prime Minister's Mansion early in the morning. So the General's Mansion can no longer accommodate you anymore?"
Siblings Mu Yang rarely encountered were also seated around the table, their curious gazes fixed on him.
Mu Yang's smile brightened. "So Fu Zixian is still here. I have something to discuss with him."
"Discuss it after breakfast," Mu Yuan interjected.
"It's very urgent. I can't delay it," Mu Yang insisted, paying no heed to the other occupants. He approached Fu Zixian with a friendly demeanor. "My good brother, did you give me something last night? I can't seem to find it this morning."
Fu Zixian smiled and calmly explained, "I placed the jade pendant in your inner pocket."
Mu Yang's fingers immediately found the palm-sized jade pendant. He pulled it out and held it in his hands, kissing it with delight. Then, he rushed over to Fu Zixian and embraced him warmly. "You've done such an incredible thing for me! How did you manage to obtain this?"
Caught off guard by the sudden hug, Fu Zixian, still holding his chopsticks, stammered, "Well, I..."
Watching Mu Yang's happiness, Mu Yuan's stern expression softened, though he still instructed firmly, "Let him go, what are you doing?"
Filled with joy, Mu Yang bounced a few times before releasing Fu Zixian. "You go ahead and eat. Come find me once you're done."
Without waiting for a response, he turned to leave, but was halted by Mu Yuan's voice. "Where are you going? Why aren't you eating?"
Mu Yang didn't glance back, replying, "Dad, please eat first. I'll eat later."
Mu Yang's joy was so overwhelming that he found it hard to muster an appetite. Instead, he excused himself to freshen up and delved into envisioning the weapon he desired the Wei Residence to craft for him.
He imagined the hues, contours, intricate etchings, and mechanical features it would possess. One could personally design these specifications and entrust them to the Wei Resistance, who would forge a one-of-a-kind weapon tailored to those details.
Weapons from the Wei Residence were rare finds, regarded as treasures beyond monetary value. Mu Yuan's Thousand-Faced Buddha's Hand Spear, which endured even when bent a hundred times, stood as a testament to the unparalleled skill of the Wei Resistance. It had stood by Mu Yuan's side through countless triumphant battles.
Since childhood, Mu Yang had harbored the wish to possess a weapon from the Wei Residence. Little did he expect that this cherished desire would be fulfilled at the tender age of eighteen. The sheer elation he felt was enough to make him want to burst into laughter, even in his dreams.
As Mu Yang sketched out his ideas on paper, Fu Zixian knocked on the door and entered. Mu Yang eagerly pulled him towards the table, "Come on, lend me your thoughts on what design would suit the bow..."
Fu Zixian stood by, attentively listening to Mu Yang's animated chatter.
However, Fu Zixian had to return home eventually. After spending half the day at the Mu Residence, he finally bid his farewells and departed. Mu Yang reluctantly accompanied him to the door and watched him board the carriage. Once it disappeared from sight, he returned inside with a sense of melancholy.
Mu Yang was inherently lively and spirited, unable to stay idle for long. He cherished his moments with friends above all else. With Chi Jingxi at the Marquis Mansion and Cheng Xin in the imperial palace, meeting up was a rare occurrence, let alone spending the night together.
Forming friendships as genuine as the one with Fu Zixian was a rarity for Mu Yang. He had a penchant for closeness, and in the solitude of his home, he couldn't shake off a lingering sense of loneliness.
Pure: Mu Yang is such a loveable fool… TBH I’ve been mentally shipping him with Fu Zixian since like chapter ~70 ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
