The Villainous Classmate is My Lucky Star Chapter 219
Translated by Pure
Chapter 219 Disturbance at Blooming Bouquet Tea House (1)
Whenever Chi Jingxi expressed sincere words of love, it seemed as if his words resonated not with her heart, but with her very life. That night, as she went to sleep, the echoes of Chi Jingxi's repeated sentiments lingered in her dreams.
The following day marked the Knowledge of Calculation exam. Early in the morning, Wen Yantong hurried to the Academy. Upon her arrival, she noticed curious gazes and hushed conversations, as if the events of the previous day were the subject of discussion.
While no one personally witnessed Wen Yantong in that room, rumors had swiftly circulated. Some speculators, always eager to amplify such incidents, used baseless accusations as hearsay evidence. They dissected various details to argue that Wen Yantong had indeed concealed herself in the library on that day.
These discussions remained confined to private conversations, with no one daring to openly voice such opinions. Even if they weren't apprehensive about offending Wen Yantong, there lingered a palpable fear of displeasing Fu Tanghuan.
Wen Yantong didn't dwell on these rumors. She rushed to the classroom and arrived before the session began.
Once seated, Mu Yang turned to gaze at her.
Wen Yantong, arranging her brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, queried him inexplicably, "Why are you staring at me?"
Mu Yang retorted, "Can't I take a look?"
"Fine, stare all you want." Wen Yantong didn't want to engage in an argument early in the morning, so she chose to gracefully concede to this rather unbridled fool.
Mu Yang abruptly inquired, "You came in such a hurry, did you not eat breakfast?"
Wen Yantong yawned and replied, "Of course, I didn't eat. You're aware of how far Wen Residence is from the Academy. It's an achievement that I'm not tardy."
Mu Yang grinned, "I knew you hadn't had breakfast."
Wen Yantong thought he was teasing her and was about to retort, but he surprised her by pulling out an oil paper package from his arms and tossing it onto Wen Yantong's table. "Here's a scallion pancake; it's still warm. Hurry up and eat."
Wen Yantong was taken aback, "For me?"
Mu Yang shrugged, "If you don't want it, just give it back."
As he spoke, reaching out to retrieve it, Wen Yantong's hand was quicker, swiftly taking the oiled paper in one smooth motion. She smiled and said, "How could I refuse something for free? Thank you very much, Big Brother Xingyi."
Mu Yang appeared slightly taken aback by her intimate address, but he just frowned and remained silent.
Seeing that the teacher had not yet arrived, Wen Yantong promptly opened the oiled paper package. Inside were two scallion pancakes, still warm from being kept in Mu Yang's arms. Without hesitation, Wen Yantong devoured one in a few large bites.
Observing her rapid eating, Mu Yang couldn't help but comment, "Slow down, there's no water here."
Wen Yantong swiftly finished the pancake, satisfyingly filling her stomach halfway. However, the robust scent of the scallion pancake lingered strongly. It attracted the attention of everyone in the study hall, prompting curious glances to determine who was indulging in this aromatic delight.
Shortly after, Zhao Yu, the proctor of the Knowledge of Calculation exam, arrived. As he entered the room, he was immediately assailed by the overpowering fragrance of the scallion pancake. He expressed his displeasure, stating angrily, "How many times have I said that the school is a place for learning! Who would dare to disrespect the imperial majesty by eating in here!?"
Taking the last mouthful of the savory pancake, Wen Yantong puckered her lips, unwilling to confess. While some people noticed her indulgence, none dared to come forward and report it.
Anticipating a scolding from Zhao Yu to swiftly resolve the matter, Wen Yantong was completely taken aback when Mu Yang unexpectedly raised his voice, confessing, "Teacher, I was in a hurry earlier and skipped breakfast. I bought two pancakes on the way to ease my hunger. I acknowledge my mistake and promise not to repeat it."
Wen Yantong widened her eyes in complete astonishment. She never expected Mu Yang to voluntarily take the blame for her....
Observing Mu Yang's admission, Zhao Yu's expression softened. He had initially intended to scold the perpetrator, but Mu Yang's candid admission seemed to mitigate the situation.
It's not that he feared the influence of powerful officials, but students like Mu Yang were considered a disruption in the school. Mu Yang would often get distracted and doze off in class, and worst of all, he would occasionally skip classes. When he did skip, representatives from the General's Mansion would be sent to placate the Teachers.
As long as Mu Yang attended classes diligently and punctually, other issues were deemed less significant. Zhao Yu couldn't reprimand him too severely, so he simply reminded, "Next time, please remember not to eat in class."
Mu Yang nodded his head.
The revelation of the scallion pancake incident ended just like that, and the examination papers were promptly distributed. Wen Yantong carefully read through all the questions upon receiving her paper, and she determined that the difficulty was moderate—it shouldn't be too challenging.
With confidence, she took up her brush and began tackling the questions. Midway through the test, she had almost completed all the answers. When she set down her brush, she noticed Mu Yang diligently working on the scratch paper, displaying a commendable level of seriousness.
Wen Yantong double-checked her exam paper, ensuring everything was in order, and then she absentmindedly rested her chin in her hand.
To her surprise, Mu Yang, who was typically engaged in various distractions during exams, was now unusually serious, not lifting his head for an entire hour. This deviation from his usual behavior intrigued her.
During past exams, Mu Yang would fidget, fold paper boats, or covertly pass notes to her. Why the sudden change to a more serious demeanor?
Curious, Wen Yantong glanced at him multiple times, finding Mu Yang's behavior quite perplexing. Seizing an opportune moment when Teacher Zhao was engrossed in reading, she discreetly craned her neck forward to observe what Mu Yang was writing.
The distance between the two wasn't considerable. Wen Yantong leaned forward slightly, offering a glimpse of Mu Yang's work.
On his scrap paper, she observed a multitude of words and numbers, facing various directions, interspersed with occasional drawings of Old Man Ding. It was evident that Mu Yang had left these behind during moments of distraction while attempting to solve the problems.
Leaving aside those Old Man Ding sketches, the calculations and application of equations on the paper were enough to astonish Wen Yantong.
Wait, was this still the same Mu Yang who scratched his head and had no idea when faced with a math problem?
Could it be that he had been possessed by another soul?
In her state of shock, Mu Yang noticed her gaze. He subconsciously looked up at Zhao Yu, who was sitting in front, then nudged her forehead and whispered, "Hurry up and retract your sinful head, and I won’t argue with you."
Wen Yantong: "???"
She silently withdrew her head, intending to clarify that she didn't want to copy his answers. However, with Zhao Yu sitting in the front, whispering a whole conversation would be very risky, so she held back until the end of the exam.
Throughout the entire exam, Mu Yang spent almost all of his time answering the questions without changing his posture. Only after he put down his brush did he realize that his legs were a little numb.
Fu Zixian saw that he looked unhappy and asked, "What's wrong? Were the questions too difficult?"
Mu Yang shook his head. "That's not the case. It's just that I've been sitting for too long, and my legs are a little stiff. I'll be fine if I rest for a while."
Fu Zixian nodded understandingly. "I noticed you were deeply engrossed in answering questions, so it seems the difficulty wasn't a major concern."
Mu Yang confidently declared, "I've utilized every resource in my mind this time. If I don't surpass Wen Yantong's exam scores, I'll be genuinely convinced and be ready to concede."
"Huh, what?" Wen Yantong caught wind of part of his statement and promptly approached, wedging herself between the two of them. She exclaimed joyfully, "Genuinely convinced and ready to concede? Are you talking about yourself?"
Mu Yang nudged her forehead, "It has nothing to do with you."
