The Villainous Classmate is My Lucky Star Chapter 204
Translated by Pure
Chapter 204 Songhai Academy Resumes Classes (2)
After returning home, Fu Zixian made his way back to the small courtyard where he resided. To his surprise, he found Fu Sheng waiting for him inside.
With utmost respect, Fu Zixian greeted his father, "Father, your son has returned."
Fu Sheng stood beneath the towering tree in the yard and turned to face him, concern etched on his face. "Have you sustained any injuries?"
Shaking his head, Fu Zixian replied, "No, father. It's just that I have been confined these past few days and haven't had the chance to practice my martial arts, so my physical strength has slightly diminished."
Fu Sheng's words resonated in the air, "You can engage in diligent practice and gradually make up for any shortcomings, there is no rush. Have you seen General Mu in the General Mansion this time?"
Fu Zixian nodded, "yes."
"If fate grants you the privilege of future encounters, my son, I implore you to frequent the esteemed General Mansion more often." After Fu Sheng finished speaking, he seemed to be ready to walk away.
However, Fu Zixin halted him by calling out, "Father!"
Fu Sheng turned to his son and asked, "Is there anything else on your mind?"
Fu Zixian hesitated for a moment before speaking up, "I've always been confused. Father is a civil servant, so why did you encourage me to practice martial arts from a young age?"
Fu Sheng let out a deep sigh, as if he had been waiting for this question for a long time. "As a civil servant, I can govern the country, but I cannot protect it. When foreign enemies invade, it is not us, who hold pens and papers, that defend our land. I hope you can be like General Mu, guarding the country with an indomitable spirit."
Fu Zixian paused, his mind racing with thoughts. Finally, he spoke up, "But General Mu was the one who destroyed father's right hand, have you ever hated him?"
Fu Sheng smiled as he spoke, "In truth, his sword never made contact with my shoulder blade. He was so terrified at that moment that he completely missed his mark, only managing to graze my skin. I've never possessed any skill with a sword, you see. They used this incident as an excuse to claim that my right arm was severely injured, rendering me unable to wield a sword. I hold no grudges, but General Mu has unjustly borne the blame for all these years, so it's only natural for him to harbor some resentment towards me."
Fu Zixian nodded in comprehension. "I understand, Father."
Fu Sheng gazed at his son, a proud smile playing on his lips. "Out of all my children, you possess the keenest mind, my son. I have no doubt that you will achieve great success in the future."
Fu Zixian nodded once more, a familiar gesture that had become a hallmark of their father-son relationship over the years.
Once the main entrance door of the Fu Residence was closed, the secrets hidden inside remained a mystery to all. People often viewed Fu Zixian as an illegitimate child, deprived of a mother's love and neglected by his father. Little did they know that among his many siblings, Fu Zixian was the only one who had the privilege of being trained by a martial arts master since childhood. He possessed exceptional skills in martial arts and swordsmanship.
Unbeknownst to everyone, Fu Sheng, despite being a civil servant with no sword-wielding abilities, secretly harbored the desire for his child to become a great general, much like Mu Yuan, who carried the weight of the nation on his shoulders.
As time flew by, the remnants of the Jiang Residence were swiftly dealt with, vanishing before the waves could even crash. However, the people of Chaoge remained oblivious to this event, unaware of the swift and discrete actions taken.
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Wen Yantong consumed the medicine and settled down for the night. However, when she woke up the next morning, she was disappointed to find that Chi Jingxi, whom she had been expecting to see, was nowhere to be found. It was only through her servants that she learned that he had spent the night at her house.
It was later that Wen Yantong was informed that the Emperor had urgently summoned Chi Jingxi to the palace early in the morning for important matters that required his attention.
In the blink of an eye, a few days had passed and Songhai Academy was ready to resume classes.
On the first day of school, Wen Yantong woke up early, packed her bags neatly, and arrived at the academy's gate with a burst of energy.
Even though she had already graduated in her original words, she still felt a sense of anticipation for returning to Academy after a long break. Moreover, she was eager to finish her studies and leave this forsaken place in three months.
However, her excitement was cut short when her carriage was hit upon arriving at the Academy's gate, causing her to fall off the soft couch.
As the anger surged through her veins, Wen Yantong forcefully pulled back the curtain of her window. To her dismay, she found Mu Yang leaning out of his carriage, a wide grin plastered across his face. "Wen Yantong? So it's you!" he exclaimed with delight.
Wen Yantong couldn't help but feel a throbbing headache coming on. "Of course, it had to be you who would crash into my carriage," she retorted, her voice dripping with frustration.
Mu Yang, on the other hand, seemed to be reveling in the chaos he had caused. With a leap of excitement, he hopped off his carriage and bellowed, "Your carriage is far too feeble! The wheels cracked with the slightest bump, I suggest you buy new ones!"
Annoyed, Wen Yantong snapped back, "These are brand new tires!"
Mu Yang clicked his tongue twice, and concluded with an innocent face. "You've been swindled."
Wen Yantong had no choice but to descend from the carriage. Fortunately, she had arrived at the Academy's entrance and could walk the rest of the way. She instructed her servant to bring the package along.
Despite having a residence in Chaoge, Wen Yantong found it more convenient to stay at the academy, as obtaining an access pass from the Academy was just too bothersome.
Mu Yang, looking cheerful, followed Wen Yantong, keeping up a steady stream of conversation. "You had a fever on the way back before. I was genuinely concerned about your health. I’m relieved to see you perfectly fine."
Wen Yantong just nodded in response.
Suddenly, Mu Yang slapped her back. "You're a bit frail. Perhaps you've been neglecting regular exercise. A strong wind might just carry you away!"
Wen Yantong stumbled back a step from the impact, shooting him a defiant look. "I'm a scholar, do you think I'm a brute like you?"
"Scholar?" Mu Yang couldn't hold back a chuckle, as if he'd heard a great jest. "Then who was the one constantly dozing off in class? You napped just as much as I did. How can you now claim to be a scholar and call me a brute?"
Wen Yantong retorted, "There's a distinction. Even though I often doze off, I possess more knowledge than you. It's an innate gift, something you can't acquire."
Mu Yang curled his lips and dismissed her words. "Nonsense."
Wen Yantong let out a sigh. "It's exhausting trying to converse with someone as uncultured as you."
Mu Yang wasn't one to back down and began to argue, "Why didn't you showcase your knowledge to Teacher Li when he punished us before?"
"This is called choosing your battles wisely, something beyond your understanding!" Wen Yantong shot back.
Mu Yang was never as articulate as Wen Yantong. After a few exchanges, he quickly found himself outmatched in the verbal duel. He finally exclaimed in frustration, "Wen Yantong, just you wait. I'll find someone to arbitrate and settle this fairly!"
Wen Yantong nonchalantly gestured, "Go right ahead, I welcome it."
Mu Yang, his nostrils flaring with anger, took two large strides and hurried off. Internally, he vowed, 'I'll do it right away.'
As a result, Mu Yang still made his way to class before the first lesson began. However, he barely paid attention to Li Boyuan's lesson on laws and regulations; his mind was preoccupied with finding someone to act as a fair judge.
Originally, Chi Jingxi would be the best candidate.
However, Mu Yang recently noticed a stark shift in Chi Jingxi's attitude towards Wen Yantong.
In the past, Chi Jingxi would display open disdain whenever he came across Wen Yantong. He used to address him with derogatory terms like "Little Cripple" or "Loser." In short, he never bothered with pleasantries in front of Wen Yantong.
Now, when Chi Jingxi saw Wen Yantong, his face would light up with smiles, and there was an unmistakable tenderness in his words.
It was clear that Brother Xi had long been taken in by Wen Yantong!
So, Chi Jingxi was no longer a suitable choice. But who else could it be? Cheng Xin?
Cheng Xin hadn't interacted much with Wen Yantong, and this could be used as a reason to challenge the fairness of the judgment. Thus, Cheng Xin wasn't an ideal candidate either.
Mu Yang mulled it over and over, growing increasingly anxious. He couldn't help but release a long, troubled sigh.
Li Boyuan, noticing Mu Yang's distraction, paused his lecture and called out in a solemn tone, "Mu Yang."
Startled, Mu Yang snapped back to attention. He met Li Boyuan's gaze, stood up, and responded, "Teacher."
Li Boyuan queried, "Where did I leave off just now?"
Mu Yang drew a blank. He scratched his head, unable to provide an answer.
With a deep sigh, Li Boyuan shook his head. He had witnessed Mu Yang's growth and recalled the time when General Mu entrusted young Mu Yang's education to him. He had been quite a headache back then.
Back then, Young Mu Yang simply had no interest in studying, and to make matters worse, he was a constant source of trouble. He played all sorts of pranks, unafraid of punishment or scolding. He proved incredibly challenging to discipline.
In the end, Li Boyuan gave up. He knew that Mu Yuan, his father, had spent his entire life on the battlefield. Although illiterate, he defended their home and country with valor. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. It seemed that Mu Yang had inherited his father's traits, particularly the aversion to formal education.
Li Boyuan waved his hand, signaling for Mu Yang to take a seat. "At least try to pay some attention."
Mu Yang nodded absentmindedly.
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Wen Yantong: A new start, but the same old recurring mishap.
