The Villainous Classmate is My Lucky Star Chapter 205
Translated by Pure
Chapter 205 The Competition Between Wen Yantong and Mu Yang
After Li Boyuan concluded his class, he stated before departing, "As usual, there will be a test in two days. Prepare thoroughly. Those who fail to meet my standards shouldn't blame me if they end up copying articles as punishment."
A subdued murmur echoed, but under Li Boyuan's imposing presence, no one dared to express their dissatisfaction overtly.
However, Mu Yang, who consistently struggled during exams, felt a spark of hope. Turning to Wen Yantong, he exclaimed, "I have a solution!"
Wen Yantong regarded him with a puzzled expression, asking, "What?"
Mu Yang suggested, "Didn't you mention this morning that you are well-versed in knowledge? Let's compare our test results. If you outperform me in the next cumulative exam, I'll acknowledge you as a scholar."
Wen Yantong couldn't comprehend, "Why should I seek your acknowledgement?"
Feeling insulted by Wen Yantong, Mu Yang slammed his hand on the table, retorting, "What do you mean?! What do you mean! Do you look down on me?"
Fu Zixian was taken aback, "Young Master Mu... calm down, Wen Yantong probably didn't mean it that way."
Wen Yantong, a headache building from the commotion, remarked, "Stop banging the table; doesn't your hand hurt?"
Mu Yang insisted, "So, you're afraid. I know you've always considered me stupid and incapable of studying. You're afraid that losing to me would be embarrassing, and you wouldn't dare to challenge me."
Wen Yantong found his words amusing, "Me, losing to someone who can't even distinguish between 'glaze(釉)' and 'explain(释)'? That's impossible."
Mu Yang, embarrassed by her mention of the incident, blushed and exclaimed, "Didn't you agree not to bring this up? And it's not that I couldn't tell the difference; someone just wrote the two words so similarly that time!"
Wen Yantong replied, "Okay okay okay, whatever you say is whatever it is."
"Then you agree to compete with me." Mu Yang crossed his arms, raising his chin with a hint of arrogance. Only in moments like these did Mu Yang shed his appearance of dimwittedness, revealing a more dandy side. "If you lose, you have to get me Brother Xi’s Gold Silk Redwood Brush set."
Wen Yantong was momentarily stunned, exclaiming in shock, "So, after all this, it turns out this is your ulterior motive! If you want it, go get it yourself! Why drag me into this?"
Mu Yang pursed his lips. He wouldn't confess to Wen Yantong that he had already asked over 800 times but Chi Jingxi believed it would be wasted on him, so he never granted his request. Instead, Mu Yang remarked, "Since it's a competition, there should be a prize, right?"
Wen Yantong retorted, "Then you should offer me an equivalent prize. Why do you have to covet the Little Marquis's belongings? How am I supposed to obtain it from him?"
Mu Yang turned his head, nonchalantly stating, "I don't care; you can figure it out yourself."
After uttering these words, Wen Yantong sensed something amiss. How could Mu Yang, the guy who started dozing off as soon as he opened a book, defeat her? After all, she attended high school, and she even memorized three hundred Tang poems!
Wen Yantong slapped the table and questioned, "So, if I win, what will you do?"
Mu Yang confidently shook his finger, declaring, "You won't be able to win."
Witnessing the expression on Mu Yang's face, Wen Yantong felt an overwhelming urge to just beat him up. However, she restrained herself and declared, "You have to agree to my condition. I haven't figured out what I want yet, but I'll let you know after I win."
Mu Yang sneered, paused for a moment, and then uttered two words, "Dream on!"
Wen Yantong suppressed it for a long time before managing to withhold her inclination to deliver a knucklehead sandwich.
Thus, the bet between the two was set. Fu Zixian, who had observed the entire exchange, lingered for a while and then remarked, "Why do you two have to do this? It's just a test in the first week of class. What's the point of competing over scores?"
Mu Yang retorted, "Don't say anything. This is a battle of dignity between Wen Yantong and me!"
Fu Zixian wisely chose to remain silent.
In truth, Fu Zixian believed there was hardly any comparison between Wen Yantong and Mu Yang. One dozed off during class, while the other's slumber involved a trail of drool extending long. Even if they were to engage in a genuine competition, it would be akin to comparing the difference between a pound and sixteen ounces.
Despite these observations, Fu Zixian chose to keep his thoughts to himself.
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During the martial arts class that afternoon, both Wen Yantong and Mu Yang arrived early, awaiting the presence of Chi Jingxi and Cheng Xin.
Having not seen Wen Yantong for a few days, Chi Jingxi, upon witnessing her stretching her neck, couldn't help but inquire in a low, caring tone, "Is your cold better now?"
Wen Yantong replied, "I've been fine for a long time. I don't know what you've been busy with these past few days, but I haven't seen you around."
There was a subtle undertone of complaint in her words. Chi Jingxi's gaze shifted, a smile playing on his handsome features as he responded, "I've already wrapped up my affairs in the palace."
As Mu Yang engaged in a lively conversation with Cheng Xin, Wen Yantong seized the opportunity to say a few more words to Chi Jingxi. Reflecting on the morning's incident, she couldn't help but vent, "Little Marquis, you're not as busy now, are you?"
Observing her demeanor, Chi Jingxi raised an eyebrow and inquired, "What's the matter?"
Gritting her teeth, Wen Yantong expressed her frustration, "Mu Xingyi wants to compete using our first cumulative exam scores, and it's driving me crazy."
Chi Jingxi looked at her with surprise and then offered a soft response, "There's no need for such things."
Wen Yantong clicked her tongue in agreement, "Indeed, but he's so full of himself. Since he insists on competing with me, I have to show him who's boss."
Amused, Chi Jingxi chuckled, "What do you want to do?"
"If you have some free time in the coming days, could you teach me how to write a good article?" Wen Yantong closed the distance between them and whispered.
Chi Jingxi looked down at her.
"Two hours a day, or even just an hour if that works for you," Wen Yantong declared. "I'm still figuring out this whole article-writing thing, but losing to him is not an option."
Chi Jingxi nodded in agreement, "Alright."
Eagerly, Wen Yantong asked, "Do you have some time to spare?"
With a reassuring smile, Chi Jingxi responded, "Absolutely, plenty of it."
Wen Yantong smiled exultantly, with a mischievous glint in her eyes and a subtle arch of her brows. Inwardly, she mused, 'Mu Yang, why not just surrender to me now?!'
Unexpectedly, Fu Zixian overheard their conversation and found an opportunity to talk to Mu Yang alone. "May I sojourn in the General's Mansion for the next few days?"
Mu Yang was taken aback by the unexpected pleasant surprise. He grabbed Fu Zixian and exclaimed, "What did you say? Say it again!"
Fu Zixian explained, "Considering that the cumulative exams are approaching, I thought I could help you with writing articles."
Since Wen Yantong had the guidance of the Little Marquis, Mu Yang also needed someone to assist him, making it a fair arrangement.
When Mu Yang heard this, he immediately responded, "That's not necessary. You can stay in the General's Mansion as long as you want, but you don't have to bother teaching me how to write articles."
Perplexed, Fu Zixian asked, "Why not?"
Mu Yang chuckled and gave his shoulder a friendly pat. "Don't think I'm oblivious to your capabilities. If your writing skills were top-notch, you wouldn't have been assigned to Dingliu Hall."
Fu Zixian paused for a moment before responding, "But my father is the Prime Minister..."
"So what?" Mu Yang interjected casually. "Don't overthink it. I will definitely beat Wen Yantong, now let's go for some archery practice."
With that, he eagerly seized the bow, ready to engage in archery drills.
Fu Zixian hesitated, then slowly finished the second part of his sentence, "and he clinched the top spot in the imperial exams back then..."
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The author has something to say:
Wen Yantong: Today is another day where I feel the urge to crush Mu Yang's head to pieces.
Mu Yang: Today is another day where I've let off some steam!
Chi Jingxi: Today is another day to encounter the Little Cripple.
Fu Zixian: Today is another day to clear up some misunderstandings.
Cheng Xin: Today is another day where I don’t make an appearance.