The Villainous Classmate is My Lucky Star Chapter 211
Translated by Pure
Chapter 211 Possibly Deceived
Fu Zixian maintained a smile but remained silent as he observed Mu Yuan.
Clearing his throat, Mu Yuan, attempting to disguise his sneakiness, spoke up, "I want to see what you are writing or if you were just doodling."
Mu Yang, without hesitation, picked up the paper and displayed it to him, stating, "I'm learning to calculate."
Mu Yuan's eyes widened in amazement, and he muttered, "Why are you so studious today?"
A hint of displeasure crossed Mu Yang's face as he responded, "Dad, what do you mean by this? Are you implying I’m usually lazy?"
Mu Yuan's fist descended toward his head, but Mu Yang skillfully evaded it. Mu Yuan snorted, "You think I don’t know how you act daily? Whenever I ask you to read for a while, you act as if I’m asking the impossible."
Mu Yang clicked his tongue and remarked, "I want to study. Dad, if you have nothing else to do, don't disturb me."
Considering the newfound motivation in his son, Mu Yuan refrained from scolding him. Instead, he said, "Study hard, and I'll check on you later."
Mu Yang, seeing his father's stern look, quickly added, "Okay, okay, Dad is welcome to come and check anytime."
Satisfied, Mu Yuan turned to Fu Zixian and smiled kindly, "Thank you for your hard work, Little Fu."
Fu Zixian returned the smile and replied, "General Mu, you don't have to be polite. I was the one troubling you."
Mu Yuan waved his hand dismissively, "You are over-polite, just like your father."
Fu Zixian could only offer a helpless smile.
Indeed, the phrase ‘like father like son’ wasn’t created without basis. Mu Yang very much resembled Mu Yuan. While the two shared a similar temperament, Mu Yang lacked the seasoned shrewdness of his father. With a few more decades under his belt, however, Mu Yang might well become a second Mu Yuan.
After Mu Yuan departed, Mu Yang noticed Fu Zixian still lost in thought. Playfully nudging him with his elbow, Mu Yang asked, "Did I solve the problem correctly?"
Fu Zixian snapped out of his reverie and replied, "Let me see."
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It seemed that the approaching exams had turned the Academy into a hive of activity. Wen Yantong and Mu Yang weren't the only ones immersing themselves in their studies; throughout the campus, most students chose to stay indoors on this particular rest day, absorbed in the contents of their textbooks.
Wen Yantong had already planned what she would ask Mu Yang to do once she emerged victorious. Determined to win, she went all out and composed several articles the night before the cumulative examination, all of which underwent Chi Jingxi's meticulous review. Fortunately, Chi Jingxi exhibited patience in guiding her, pointing out errors and offering corrections while even helping her speculate on potential Knowledge of Words exam themes.
The Knowledge of Words exam came first, and both Wen Yantong and Mu Yang entered the examination room with confidence. Before the exam commenced, the two engaged in a bit of trash talking.
Wen Yantong: "You're done for. But if you admit defeat before the exam begins, I won't argue, and we can call off this bet."
Mu Yang: "Don't try to scare me off. With your mediocre essays, start thinking about how to request those brushes from Brother Xi."
Wen Yantong: "When you write in the exam, your ink might smudge the paper, leaving you unable to write anything."
Mu Yang: "Focus on your brush; watch out for it snapping."
Fu Zixian observed helplessly as the two went back and forth. It was only when the teacher arrived that they settled down and began answering the questions separately.
Fu Zixian noted that the bet between them had yielded positive results.
Previously, during exams, both would often set their pens aside early, displaying blank expressions. However, this time, they wrote diligently and only stopped just before the bell rang.
Fu Zixian couldn't see Mu Yang’s test paper, but Wen Yantong was seated next to him, and he could easily glimpse her sheet, which was densely filled with writing.
Wen Yantong's handwriting had improved significantly compared to the previous year. Her messy scribble-like words had transformed into a neat and precise style. At first glance, it resembled Chi Jingxi's handwriting, yet upon closer inspection, distinctions were discernible.
While Wen Yantong emulated Chi Jingxi's calligraphy, Chi Jingxi's writing carried an unconventional assertiveness, whereas Wen Yantong's script exuded the distinctive elegance and tidiness of a young woman.
Following the submission of their answer sheets, Wen Yantong and Mu Yang resumed their trash talk.
At the beginning, Wen Yantong remarked, "The Knowledge of Words exam questions this time were too easy, especially the written part; they were within my expectations."
Chi Jingxi had provided her with several potential themes for the Knowledge of Words exam; they turned out to be quite accurate, making it effortless for Wen Yantong to write. However, Mu Yang, who had been focused on studying calculations in recent days, found the writing a bit challenging.
Upon hearing Wen Yantong's comment, he snorted, "It's too early for you to be happy."
Wen Yantong smiled and taunted, "What? Are you starting to get scared now?"
Mu Yang retorted, "We haven't finished all the exams yet. We still have Knowledge of Calculations and Knowledge of Law. Why are you anxious for the results?"
When it came to math, Wen Yantong exuded confidence, "You still want to compete with me in calculations? Save it."
Mu Yang's anger flared at her proud flaunt, but upon reflection, he acknowledged the validity of her statement. After all, Wen Yantong consistently excelled in the Knowledge of Calculations within the Class of Dingliu.
So, Mu Yang retorted, "If you are so arrogant, the Heavens will definitely not tolerate it, and your test paper will be eaten by a dog. Then, you can just await the supplementary test."
Wen Yantong countered, "It was eaten by you!"
After their quarrel, they separated for mealtime and went focused on preparing for the upcoming math exam the next day. With martial arts classes paused due to the tests, they had free time in the afternoon.
Chi Jingxi had informed Wen Yantong the day before that he had to go to the imperial palace for something today and advised her to have her meal alone after completing the exam.
Not feeling very hungry at the moment, Wen Yantong decided to stroll around the Academy and return to eat when she felt hungry.
She bypassed the Class of Dingliu and headed towards Jia Hall. All of the students in this section were top performers in the entire Academy, including Zhang Jieran, whom she hadn't seen in a long time.
The two exchanged casual greetings. However, since Wen Yantong didn't want to delay his mealtime, they soon bid farewell before she started heading back to eat.
Unexpectedly, on her way back, a student suddenly stopped her.
The student appeared introverted, constantly looking down, and spoke in a very low voice, avoiding eye contact.
He said, "Wen Yantong, Teacher asked you to go to Nuanxiang Pavilion to get some books."
Wen Yantong inquired, "Is it Teacher Zhao?"
The student nodded, then turned around and left promptly, as if hesitant to engage in further conversation with her. Wen Yantong scratched her head, turned around, and headed towards Nuanxiang Pavilion.
Nuanxiang Pavilion served as a small library within Songhai Academy. The academy boasted several such libraries scattered around, providing students with quiet spaces for studying during their leisure time.
This particular pavilion held numerous books on Knowledge of Calculations. Since Teacher Zhao recognized Wen Yantong's proficiency in this subject, he frequently instructed her to fetch books from Nuanxiang Pavilion, where Teacher Zhao would then discuss the contents with her.
Wen Yantong hummed a tune as she made her way to Nuanxiang Pavilion.
With everyone either at lunch or in their dorms, the surroundings were peaceful and quiet. Upon entering the pavilion, Wen Yantong began searching for a book filled with red papers on the shelves, the type usually used by Teacher Zhao in their lessons.
Upon reaching the bookshelf, the door to the library suddenly slammed shut from the outside, causing Wen Yantong to startle. A distinct 'click' followed, indicating that the door had been locked.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Oh no, this is not good.