The Villainous Classmate is My Lucky Star Chapter 209
Translated by Pure
Chapter 209 Washing Hair While Attempting a Handstand (1)
Mu Yang arrived early to class the next morning.
As Wen Yantong approached, she was surprised to find him seated at his desk, engrossed in reading. This sight left her utterly flabbergasted. She had never witnessed Mu Yang so dedicated to his studies.
Could it be that all of this newfound diligence was solely to beat her in their contest?
Wen Yantong walked past him, observing that he had one foot casually resting outside the table.
Seizing an opportunity, she feigned nonchalance and walked by, purposefully leaving half a footprint on his shoe.
However, Mu Yang, unfazed, merely raised his head for a momentary glance without any discernible reaction before returning his attention to his book.
Wen Yantong's eyes widened in surprise. She immediately hurried to her seat and sat down, leaning towards Fu Zixian to whisper, "Did something happen at Mu Xingyi's house?"
Fu Zixian heard this and glanced at Mu Yang's back. After a moment of thought, he replied, "No."
He, too, had noticed Mu Yang's unusually proactive behavior that day. Once seated, Mu Yang delved into his books without lifting his head.
"This isn't normal," Wen Yantong said with a slight frown.
Mu Yang appeared deeply engrossed in his reading and seemed oblivious to the hushed conversation between Wen Yantong and Fu Zixian. He remained unusually quiet throughout the morning, prompting even Li Boyuan to express surprise.
Unable to contain her curiosity, Wen Yantong walked over, patting Mu Yang's shoulder. "Young Master Mu, aren't you going to grab a bite?"
Mu Yang shook his head slightly. "You go ahead. I'll join you in a while."
Wen Yantong was taken aback and instinctively glanced at Fu Zixian.
Fu Zixian also advised, "Eat first, read after filling your stomach."
Mu Yang didn't appear very interested and offered no response. Instead, he kept his head down, engrossed in his reading.
Initially, Wen Yantong believed that Mu Yang had experienced a sudden surge of determination to succeed, possibly regretting the time he had spent idly in class. It seemed as if he had developed a renewed commitment to studying, fueled by a strong desire to emerge victorious.
However, upon closer observation, something seemed off.
Mu Yang hadn't turned a single page of his book.
Observing his book that morning, Wen Yantong had noted it was an arithmetic problem book, featuring three or four problems per page. Mu Yang had been staring at it all morning, suggesting he probably couldn't solve any of the questions and, consequently, hadn't turned a single page.
Employing subtle insinuations, Wen Yantong stated, "Certain questions may require assistance from others to solve. Attempting to figure them out on your own, no matter how much effort you put into it, might not lead to the correct answers."
Mu Yang, appearing contemplative, responded, "You're right."
Wen Yantong added, "If you have any questions on your mind, feel free to share them with us. As your friends, we're here to help you find the answers."
Fu Zixian concurred.
Mu Yang wore a thoughtful expression, tapping his index finger on the page as if grappling with a decision. Eventually, he closed the book and stood up, as if he had resolved something within himself.
Before Wen Yantong could utter a word, he seized her arm and said, "Come with me; I need to talk to you about something."
Clearly, he intended to discuss the matter privately with Wen Yantong. Fu Zixian observed their departure and then settled into Mu Yang's seat.
Mu Yang had spent the entire morning staring at the book without making progress on any of the questions. The scrap paper beside him was cluttered with haphazard ink marks. Fu Zixian's gaze shifted to the writing, studied the problem, and then grabbed a fresh sheet of paper. He took up his brush and began working on a solution.
Meanwhile, Mu Yang led Wen Yantong out of the school, walking to a secluded spot before finally coming to a halt. Wen Yantong, usually lighthearted, expressed genuine concern, "What's going on? What happened?"
Mu Yang hesitated to speak. He was burdened with something on his mind but found it difficult to articulate. After a prolonged silence, he released a deep sigh.
Wen Yantong, observing his evident concern, couldn't help but feel a bit puzzled. What could possibly trouble Mu Yang, the straightforward and simple-minded individual, so much?
"Spill it already," she urged, giving her stomach a pat, "I'm eagerly waiting to eat. I'm famished."
Mu Yang hesitated before confessing, "Fu, Fu Zixian..."
"What happened to Fu Zixian?" Wen Yantong inquired.
"He has been staying at Mu Residence for the past two days," Mu Yang whispered.
"Well, that should make you happy. Weren't you looking forward to him living at your place?" Wen Yantong remarked.
"I've always wanted to practice archery with him..." Mu Yang added.
Wen Yantong remained perplexed, failing to discern anything unusual. She questioned with skepticism, "So what? I know you've always wanted to practice archery with him. What's the issue?"
Mu Yang sighed once more and admitted, "I still have to study for the cumulative exams, and time is running out."
Understanding his predicament, Wen Yantong exclaimed in surprise, "So, you're worried that Fu Zixian living in Mu Residence is taking up your time, and it's affecting your ability to focus and study?"
Mu Yang nodded and then shook his head, clarifying, "It's not that he's taking up my time, it's just that he's in Mu Residence, and I can't help but go and play with him."
Wen Yantong was rendered speechless. "You're already an adult, you’re already eighteen years old. Can't you exercise some self-control? Why blame this on Fu Zixian?"
Mu Yang anxiously explained, "I don't blame him; I blame myself for lacking self-control. But I can't change it for a while. Is there any way to get him to go home temporarily?"
Wen Yantong sank into deep contemplation.
The current dilemma was clear: Fu Zixian was residing in Mu Residence, and Mu Yang, torn between studying and playing with Fu Zixian, was grappling with the need to find a way to have Fu Zixian go home in order to focus on his studies.
Expressing the issue directly was not an option, as Fu Zixian's stay at Mu Residence was a rare occurrence, and Mu Yang didn't want him to feel unwelcome. Despite Mu Yang's attempts to brainstorm a solution all morning, his efforts proved futile. Now, he sought Wen Yantong's assistance in resolving the predicament.
Considering the circumstances, Wen Yantong recognized that Mu Yang was now her competitor in certain aspects, and she felt no inclination to assist her rival.
Wen Yantong found it advantageous that Fu Zixian's presence in Mu Residence kept Mu Yang occupied, leaving him with less time to study. With a smile, she suggested, "Just let Fu Zixian continue living here."
Mu Yang appeared puzzled, "But..."
"If you suddenly ask him to leave, he might feel unwelcome, thinking you dislike having him around. Fu Zixian is reserved with strangers, and it took a long time for you two to become friends. If you push him away now, he might revert to treating you the way he did before. Remember how he used to address you?" Wen Yantong advised.
Mu Yang contemplated Fu Zixian's recent change in demeanor, where he had started calling him ‘Brother Xingyi.’ The thought of Fu Zixian reverting to addressing him as ‘Young Master Mu’ unnerved him. Resigned, he asked, "So, what should I do?"
Wen Yantong replied, "Improve your self-control. You're not a child anymore."
After her advice, Wen Yantong rubbed her belly and stated, "I won't chat any longer. I'm heading back to eat. The Little Marquis is waiting for me."
Mu Yang called out to her twice, but she continued on her way, leaving him to return to the classroom with a sense of worry.
Upon his return, Mu Yang found Fu Zixian diligently writing at the table. Putting on a smile to conceal his inner turmoil, Mu Yang leaned over and asked, "What are you writing?"
Fu Zixian remained focused, completely engrossed in his writing. Mu Yang, peering closely, discovered that Fu Zixian had written down all the answers to the problems in the book. Surprised, Mu Yang asked, "Did you write this?"
Fu Zixian laid down his brush, affirming, "I just solved two questions."
Mu Yang, picking up the paper with the solutions, scrutinized it and queried, "Are they all correct?"
Fu Zixian nodded humbly, "I can explain them to you."
"Quick, quick, tell me." Mu Yang eagerly settled down next to him.
