The Villainous Classmate is My Lucky Star Chapter 210
Translated by Pure
Chapter 210 Washing Hair While Attempting a Handstand (2)
On the other hand, Wen Yantong was unaware that Fu Zixian had the intention of tutoring Mu Yang. She returned to the dormitory happily and found Chi Jingxi already waiting inside.
Wen Yantong washed her hands and hurried to the table, inhaling the enticing aroma of the roasted meat. "Wow, it smells so good!" She smacked her lips.
Chi Jingxi noticed her gaze, picked up the chopsticks, and selected a piece of roast pork, then extended it toward her.
Wen Yantong grinned and took a bite of the roast pork from his chopsticks, savoring the flavors slowly. "Delicious!"
These days, when the two of them eat together, they no longer use communal chopsticks.
Wen Yantong distinctly recalled the time when she had to switch her chopsticks while eating rice. If she inadvertently forgot to do so, she would be met with a stern gaze from Chi Jingxi.
Fortunately, things have improved, and Chi Jingxi can now share a pair of chopsticks with her without any issue.
Wen Yantong couldn't help but laugh when she reminisced about it.
Chi Jingxi shot her a glance and quipped, "What's with the goofy smile? Take a seat and let's eat."
Wen Yantong, still smiling, settled into her chair, explaining, "I had a chat with Mu Xingyi, and that's why I'm a bit late."
Chi Jingxi, without prying into the details, simply placed Wen Yantong's beloved millet soup beside her.
She went on, "Remember the bet from two days ago? If he wins, he wants me to ask for your Gold Silk Redwood Brush set."
Chi Jingxi reacted with surprise, "He hasn't given up yet?"
Wen Yantong queried, "What do you mean?"
"That Gold Silk Redwood Brush set was brought back from far away by my paternal aunt on my tenth birthday. Because I was too young at the time, my hands tired easily from writing with that brush. Later, I didn't like the feel of holding it, so I’ve never used it much." Chi Jingxi shared quietly, "Yang’er has been fixated on that brush set since he was eleven years old. He only stopped in the past two years. I thought he gave up."
Wen Yantong pondered, "He doesn't like writing and reading, so why is he so attached to that set of pens?"
Chi Jingxi speculated, "Maybe as a child, he thought it was quite valuable and wanted to have it?"
"But why does he suddenly want it now? If he doesn't like writing and reading, wouldn't it be a waste to give it to him?"
Chi Jingxi considered for a moment and responded, "Perhaps it's not for himself."
When Wen Yantong heard this, she grasped the situation. Mu Yang most likely intended to give this set of brushes to Fu Zixian, who had a deep passion for them.
Who said Mu Yang was stupid? That man is quite crafty! She inwardly remarked.
Wen Yantong scoffed, "Despite his elaborate plan, I won't let him win. He won't get what he wants."
As Chi Jingxi placed a piece of roast meat in her bowl, his gaze softened. "You fell asleep with a book in your arms the night before, and last night, you dozed off on top of your brush and paper. What makes you so sure you can deny him his wish?"
Wen Yantong countered, "Well, Mu Xingyi is no match for me."
"However, his understanding of writing surpasses yours by a level," Chi Jingxi calmly pointed out, injecting a dose of reality into her confidence.
When Wen Yantong grasped the truth in Chi Jingxi's words, she slammed the table and proclaimed, "Tonight, I'll dedicate myself to improving my writing comprehension! Otherwise, I'll wash my hair standing on my hands!"
These words carried the weight of a solemn commitment; she was determined to study diligently that night. However, when night fell, fatigue overcame her, and she found herself struggling to keep her eyes open while holding her book.
Observing her drowsiness, Chi Jingxi summoned a servant who promptly brought in a basin of hot water. He gently patted Wen Yantong on the shoulder and advised, "The hot water is ready for you. Choose a suitable wall for your handstand."
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Wen Yantong abruptly awoke from her dream, realizing she was no longer by the table but on the soft couch in the study room. She was still holding a book in her arms.
Sitting up in a daze, Wen Yantong noticed she hadn't removed her outer jacket, and a blanket covered her. Apparently, she had fallen asleep while reading the night before, and Chi Jingxi had placed her on the soft couch.
Running her fingers through her hair, she recalled her dream and quickly sighed in relief. Walking to the window, she observed the bright sky outside. It dawned on her that she might have overslept, and morning classes were likely starting soon.
Chi Jingxi unexpectedly hadn't roused her from sleep.
Wen Yantong hastily threw on her coat and exited the study. Upon a quick glance, the surroundings were dimly lit and unusually quiet.
"Servant!" she called out loudly, the sound echoing through the stillness. A moment later, a knock on the door signaled the guard's response. "Subordinate is here."
"Bring me some hot water!" Wen Yantong urgently requested. However, before the command could fully leave her lips, she heard movement from the adjacent room. Chi Jingxi emerged, clad in a loose robe, his handsome face tinged with the remnants of sleep, and he regarded her with mild confusion.
"What's the matter?" His voice, somewhat hoarse, carried an ineffable laziness.
Wen Yantong stared at him blankly for a moment before inquiring, "Why are you still sleeping? Aren't you going to be late for morning class?"
Chi Jingxi paused and then replied calmly, "Today is a rest day."
Wen Yantong suddenly recalled that today was indeed a rest day. She was so disoriented that she had forgotten about it! No wonder Chi Jingxi didn't rouse her from slumber this morning.
Wen Yantong turned around and informed the servant outside, "No need to send hot water!"
She turned back, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and addressed Chi Jingxi, "Sorry for disturbing your rest. You can go back to sleep. I'm going to catch a bit more sleep too."
Chi Jingxi raised an eyebrow, "You're already awake; can you still sleep?"
"But of course," she yawned loudly, "There’s still plenty of time to doze."
Chi Jingxi didn't impede her and observed as she strolled back to the study.
Wen Yantong has been quite diligent in recent days. She consistently read before going to bed every night. Although she may not have learned much, it was still better than nothing. Witnessing her return to sleep, Chi Jingxi followed suit, pulled out a few books from the bookshelf, and then left the study.
He intended to select a few straightforward articles for Wen Yantong to read later.
The sun shone brightly on the rest day. The weather, mild at the end of May, tempted many people to venture outdoors for leisure.
In the past, during rest days, Mu Yang often summoned Chi Jingxi to join him in various activities.
Mu Yuan, typically engrossed in his duties, and Mu Yang, consistently attending the Academy, rarely spent quality time together. However, today, Mu Yang seemed different; he stayed in the house obediently.
Mu Yuan returned from the court, inquiring about Mu Yang's whereabouts as usual. The housekeeper's revelation that Mu Yang was in his room left him astonished.
He inwardly mused that this son of a gun was more diligent than anyone else on rest days. Normally, he would be the first to rush out for leisure activities. Yet, at this hour, he was still in the house. Could it be that he was still sleeping?
Observing that the afternoon was approaching, Mu Yuan headed toward Mu Yang's small courtyard. To his surprise, upon arrival, he found Mu Yang diligently writing at the table by the window, while Fu Zixian sat nearby, engrossed in reading.
Mu Yuan stood by the window for a moment before walking over in measured steps, curious to see what his son was writing.
However, Mu Yang soon spotted Mu Yuan. He raised his head and remarked, "Dad, what are you doing sneaking around like a thief in front of my window?"
Mu Yuan quickly realized that 'sneaking around like a thief' was not a positive description. Angrily, he retorted, "You damn rascal! You actually dare to say your father is 'sneaking around like a thief'? Are you itching for a beating?"
Mu Yang retorted, "You were sneaking around like a thief. Typically, your footsteps make some noise. If it weren't for your shadow just now, I wouldn't have realized you were here."
Fu Zixian tried to lighten the atmosphere, suggesting, "Maybe you were too absorbed in studying, so you didn't hear it."
"Oh." Mu Yang acknowledged and then asked, "Did you hear him? Didn’t I startle you just now?"
Mu Yang caught a glimpse of this from the corner of his eye; when he spoke just now, Fu Zixian had flinched before he looked up in surprise.
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The author has something to say:
Wen Yantong: Do you want to remain a lonesome noble?
Chi Jingxi: I want to see you wash your hair in a handstand.
