The Villainous Classmate is My Lucky Star Chapter 218
Translated by Pure
Chapter 218 Ol'Mu Consumed Many Bowls of Rice
Despite Mu Yang's anger, he obediently lowered his voice and remarked, "Wen Yantong, you're incredibly audacious. How could you risk your own life like this? If it were at any other academy, it might be tolerable, but Songhai Academy is backed by the royal family! Seriously speaking, you are committing the offense of deceiving the Emperor. The Emperor issued the order to admit female students, not for you to play around like this."
Even someone as naive as Mu Yang could see the gravity of the situation.
Wen Yantong retorted, "The imperial decree hadn't been issued when I first enrolled. Would I have needed to pretend to be a man otherwise?"
Her rhetorical question silenced Mu Yang, who remained silent for a considerable time.
The room fell into a hush, and then a servant arrived, knocking on the door and announcing that the meal was ready.
Chi Jingxi nodded, instructing the servant to bring it in, finally breaking the silence in the room.
The table was adorned with nearly all of Wen Yantong's favorite dishes. Mu Yang, was quite considerate when it came to sustenance, believing that the best way to foster camaraderie was through shared meals. Consequently, he made it a point to remember the culinary preferences of those around him, including what they liked and disliked.
Once all the dishes were laid out, Mu Yang ceased his conversation and simply devoured his food, finishing three bowls of rice in no time.
Unable to bear it, Wen Yantong remarked, "Eat less at night, or your stomach won't be able to digest it."
Mu Yang glared at her defiantly. "I want to eat it!"
"Fine, fine, keep eating," Wen Yantong conceded, watching as Mu Yang consumed his meal voraciously. At the conclusion of dinner, he clutched his stomach and panted heavily, his face displaying signs of discomfort.
Wen Yantong swiftly instructed her servants to prepare some digestion soup. When it arrived, Mu Yang, clutching the bowl with one hand and his bloated stomach with the other, found himself too stuffed to take a sip.
Wen Yantong offered advice, "At least have a few sips; otherwise, your stomach will be very uncomfortable with indigestion."
Mu Yang retorted irritably, "If I could drink it, I would have already!"
She sighed, "Who told you to eat so much? You devoured it as if this food came without a cost."
In no time, Mu Yang experienced firsthand the consequences of indigestion as warned by Wen Yantong. His stomach swelled painfully, and the discomfort was intense.
Mu Yang, gripping his stomach, wailed, blaming Wen Yantong, "It's your fault that I'm in this state!"
Observing his distress, Wen Yantong refrained from arguing. "Yes, yes, it's all my fault. I should have informed you after the meal instead of before."
Mu Yang pondered for a moment and remarked, "It's your fault for pretending to be a man and coming to Songhai Academy."
Wen Yantong countered, "But if I didn't come, how would I have met the Little Marquis and you guys?"
As Mu Yang reflected on it, he realized the truth in her words. If Wen Yantong hadn't disguised herself as a man, traveled to Chaoge, and enrolled in Songhai Academy, how would they have crossed paths?
During their initial encounter, no one could have anticipated that the seemingly timid and diminutive ‘Little Cripple,’ who would shyly retract 'his' neck when feeling timid and run as swiftly as 'he' could, would eventually become their good brother.
Yet, as he contemplated, a realization struck him. Mu Yang expressed with sadness, "But you are a woman; we can't continue to be good brothers."
Wen Yantong grinned, patting his shoulder. "If we can't be brothers, you and I can be sisters."
Mu Yang, still holding his aching stomach, rolled his eyes at her and sighed, "I never thought that I, Ol’Mu, would be defeated by a few bowls of rice."
Having heard enough of Mu Yang's nonsense, Chi Jingxi interjected, "Drink the medicinal soup quickly and leave Wen Residence."
Mu Yang pouted, accusing, "You're driving me away, aren't you? Wen Yantong is a girl. It's not appropriate for you to stay here, Brother Xi. Let's go together."
Wen Yantong, having something else to discuss with Chi Jingxi, swiftly added, "You should go first. It's getting late. You have to escort Fu Zixian back to the Prime Minister's Mansion; otherwise, Prime Minister Fu might get the wrong idea about his son playing hooky outside."
Finding merit in Wen Yantong's suggestion, Mu Yang gritted his teeth and downed the digestive soup in one go. After a brief pause, he left Wen Residence alongside Fu Zixian.
Once they departed, Wen Yantong invited Chi Jingxi into the study and closed the door. Chi Jingxi took a relaxed posture on a soft chair, his gaze fixed on Wen Yantong with apparent concentration.
Familiar with this expression of deep contemplation from Chi Jingxi, Wen Yantong waited in silence for a moment before inquiring, "What is Little Marquis thinking about?"
Chi Jingxi responded with an intrigued smile, "I'm mulling over what you'll ask me."
Wen Yantong joined him with a smile and took a seat beside him, asking, "And what do you think I'll inquire about?"
Chi Jingxi regarded her for a moment before answering, "Is it about Jiang Yan?"
Wen Yantong was slightly taken aback; she hadn't anticipated that Chi Jingxi would guess correctly.
Observing her reaction, Chi Jingxi discerned that his assumption was accurate. He remarked, "I anticipated your inquiry a few days ago; however, I didn't foresee you delaying it until today."
Naturally, Wen Yantong harbored a curiosity about Jiang Yan.
Upon descending from the mountain, the burning question lingered in her mind—what fate awaited Jiang Yan? It was a realm where Wen Yantong couldn't meddle. In the original narrative, Jiang Yan's whereabouts remained shrouded in mystery after the raid on the entire Jiang Residence. Little did she anticipate that he would end up as a destitute exile.
A while back, Wen Yantong had assured him that cooperation would secure his survival under Chi Jingxi's clemency. However, she acknowledged that if Chi Jingxi disagreed, she would accept the outcome.
Considering Jiang Yan's lineage as the son of a rebellious minister, his youthful exterior likely served as a facade. The possibility of a transformation in temperament as he matured lingered, potentially harboring thoughts of avenging his father and family. In essence, he embodied a ticking bomb. Despite these considerations, Wen Yantong's curiosity persisted, urging her to unravel the fate of Jiang Yan.
Chi Jingxi disclosed, "He journeyed to Yibei. Qianyuan orchestrated his relocation to that region, and it seems he'll establish a permanent residence there."
The mention of Yibei triggered a sense of familiarity for Wen Yantong.
Inquisitive, she questioned, "Yibei?"
Chi Jingxi elaborated, "It's a quite distant land, at the border of Shao Jing. He's likely en route, with an estimated arrival in approximately ten days."
Wen Yantong's memory flashed back to the events surrounding Yibei—a significant city situated on the border of Shao Jing. It became the battleground during a war where foreign enemies invaded. Chi Jingxi played a crucial role in bringing the second group of reinforcements to combat the invaders. Fu Zixian also participated, and Mu Yang, who secretly followed along, was only discovered later.
Although the conflict lasted only half a year, it left an indelible mark, claiming the lives of many, with Fu Zixian and Mu Yang among them, leaving behind mere ashes.
Wen Yantong shivered at the thought.
Chi Jingxi, taken aback, instinctively seized her hand to assess her well-being, questioning, "What's wrong? Are you feeling cold?"
Wen Yantong swiftly shook her head, reassuring herself that the Yibei war would not erupt for quite some time. It was only in the wake of the current Emperor's demise that various factions vied for imperial power, and it should not pose an immediate threat.
Turning her attention back to Jiang Yan, she expressed concern, "Given Jiang Yan's status as the last descendant of the Jiang Residence, wouldn’t it be dangerous just to let him go like this?"
Chi Jingxi explained, "Qianyuan has arranged for someone to monitor him in Yibei. Having grown up in a prosperous household, Jiang Yan would struggle in an entirely unfamiliar environment without any assistance."
Wen Yantong found solace in Chi Jingxi's reassurance, realizing that her concerns were likely unfounded. Chi Jingxi and the others had meticulously considered the potential risks.
Resting her head on Chi Jingxi's shoulder, Wen Yantong enjoyed the subtle fragrance emanating from his clothes. Chi Jingxi's choice of high-quality incense infused a light and refreshing scent. Wen Yantong found it particularly appealing, often yearning to lean against him and immerse herself in the delightful aroma during moments of leisure.
Embracing her waist affectionately, Chi Jingxi pulled Wen Yantong into his arms and inquired, "How do you feel about today's exam?"
His tone resembled that of a teacher questioning a student. Slightly nervous, Wen Yantong responded, "You guessed the topic of the written part."
Chi Jingxi reassured her, "Then it shouldn't be a problem to surpass Yang Er’s score."
Wen Yantong confidently affirmed, "Of course."
Yet, anticipating Mu Yang's competitive nature, she acknowledged that he wouldn't easily accept defeat. When the results were revealed, Mu Yang would likely throw a tantrum and be unwilling to acknowledge her superior performance. It was crucial that Mu Yang remained oblivious to Chi Jingxi's secret tutoring sessions.
Turning her head, Wen Yantong intended to share this sentiment with Chi Jingxi, but she was met with his gaze, deep as a pool. Puzzled, she questioned, "I just wanted to ask, why are you looking at me? You kept staring at me while we were eating. Could it be that there's something on my face?"
In response, Chi Jingxi averted his gaze slightly and confessed, "I don't know."
"What?" Wen Yantong was perplexed.
"I don't know why either," Chi Jingxi explained. "I always find myself gazing at you for extended periods without even realizing it."
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The author has something to say:
[Chi Jingxi’s Little Diary]
The 27th of the fifth lunar month:
Today, I paid close attention to her, and can now recall her food preferences instantly.
