The Villainous Classmate is My Lucky Star Chapter 222
Translated by Pure
Chapter 222 Mu Yang’s Leverage (1)
Though not the first instance of Mu Yang witnessing Wen Yantong in a female attire, this time felt akin to the initial encounter. Perhaps it was the sudden appearance that made the impact more pronounced.
In the initial moment, Mu Yang failed to identify the girl before him as Wen Yantong. However, upon closer scrutiny, subtle hints of Wen Yantong emerged in the features of the girl with dark eyebrows and red lips standing before him.
He came to an abrupt stop, gazing at her in bewilderment.
Wen Yantong also found herself taken aback. Little did she anticipate stumbling into Mu Yang's tumultuous territory just by seeking a bit of amusement. It had been a while since she witnessed Mu Yang's penchant for trouble, almost forgetting that he was a notorious mischief-maker in Chaoge.
Rising from the ground, Fu Zixian advised, "Young Master Mu, it might be wise to refrain from causing further commotion. This floral tea house has recently opened, and our disturbance could disrupt the social order."
Fu Tanghuan stepped forward and inquired, "Xiao Liu, what happened?"
In the room, besides the man Mu Yang was pinning down, there were two girls and another man standing nearby. Wen Yantong observed that their attire was markedly distinct from the fashion in Chaoge. One of the girls sported culottes, revealing her pristine ankles adorned with colorful jade anklets.
At a glance, it was evident that these individuals were not locals from Chaoge.
Mu Yang, though still appearing angered, spoke in a softer tone as he dismounted from the man. Pinching his fingers, he questioned Wen Yantong, "What are you two doing here?"
Wen Yantong raised her eyebrows, replying, "Obviously for tea, what else? To watch you fight?"
The man on the ground hastily stood up, covering his battered face, and retreated behind the girl. Uttering something with a hard-to-understand dialect, he glared angrily.
The girl's expression turned slightly cold as she responded, leaving the man hesitant to say anything further.
Wen Yantong hadn't anticipated Mu Yang instigating trouble with outsiders, so she approached him and inquired, "Are you causing chas in this newly opened teahouse out of fear that your father won't find out?"
Mu Yang emitted a soft snort. "They started it first with the impolite comments. My father made it clear that anyone daring to offend me verbally should be dealt with immediately, consequences can be talked out later."
"Then I'll tell your father about you riding on other people's faces and beating them up, and see if he thinks what you did is right or wrong." Wen Yantong declared.
Mu Yang fixed his gaze on her, "...You shouldn't stoop to such despicable deeds."
Wen Yantong chuckled mischievously, "You think I can’t?"
Mu Yang sighed, "I forgot that you were a despicable person from the start."
Wen Yantong snorted, deciding to cease the argument. Stepping forward, she positioned herself beside Mu Yang and inquired of the two males and two females, "Where are you all from?"
The girl, with a high nose bridge and deep eye sockets, possessed a distinct facial appearance, hinting at some ethnic minority heritage. She regarded Wen Yantong cautiously and responded with a smile.
Remaining composed, Wen Yantong asked, "Could you speak in the Chaoge dialect? I don't understand what you're saying."
"Yes, but not a lot." The girl replied in a heavily accented Chaoge dialect.
"Where are you from?" Wen Yantong inquired.
The girl raised her eyebrows, crossed her arms over her chest, and retorted, "Why should I answer you? You seem clever—why don't you take a guess?"
Upon hearing this, Wen Yantong scrutinized her closely and noticed a palm-sized doll hanging from her waist. It was intricately woven with colorful ropes, adorned with intricate patterns drawn in red ink. At that moment, she deduced the origin of these people.
While the original book didn't delve into many locations, there was one place that received detailed attention. Wen Yantong's knowledge about other regions was limited, but the book provided thorough information about a specific location.
That place was Yibei, where conflict would later erupt.
Situated on the outskirts of the country, Yibei exhibited distinct customs, language, and attire. The local inhabitants followed a unique prayer tradition, wearing a ‘Wishing Doll’ knitted by their mothers around their waists until they found a suitable spouse.
Upon spotting the doll on the girl's waist, Wen Yantong concluded that these people likely hailed from Yibei.
Deliberately, Wen Yantong remarked, "Chaoge stands out distinctly from other places. If you were to toss a stone into a crowd, high chances are it might hit a few noble individuals. Therefore, I advise you to exercise caution in your words and actions. The last time a group from Yibei visited Chaoge, they displayed flamboyant and arrogant behavior, offending the offspring of a high-ranking official. They are currently behind bars. I presume you wouldn't desire a similar fate after traveling from afar, correct?"
As anticipated, the girl's expression shifted, and her response carried a touch of hostility, "Are you trying to scare me?"
Wen Yantong smiled, "I wouldn't say ‘scare’. I'm merely offering a friendly reminder not to provoke those you shouldn't."
The second girl interjected, "We journeyed thousands of miles to reach Chaoge, drawn by its reputation as the heart of Shao Jing and a place of boundless prosperity. Regrettably, the locals here exhibit narrow-minded behavior that we didn't anticipate."
Wen Yantong, perplexed, asked, "Why do you feel that way?"
The second girl pointed at Mu Yang, stating, "Just downstairs, he continuously stared at my jiejie with impure intentions."
"Bullshit!" Mu Yang erupted in anger, leaping three feet into the air. Fuming with indignation, he shouted, "Let me make it crystal clear to both of you. Even if you girls were standing stark naked in front of me, I wouldn't spare a second glance. If I did, I'd write the character ‘Mu (牧)’ backward, and I'd do it with my left foot!"
These words caused the girl's face to alternate between shades of red and white, as if she had been deeply offended. She responded with a vehement curse in the Yibei dialect.
Mu Yang, clearly displeased, asserted, "Save your idiosyncratic words for someone else. If you hadn't initiated the trouble, I wouldn't have bothered to confront you!"
Wen Yantong calmly addressed the two girls, "You might have misconstrued the situation. In Chaoge, we have numerous beautiful girls, yet he didn't spare them a glance. There might have been a misunderstanding downstairs."
The girl regarded her coldly and remarked, "Are all Chaoge residents like you—cunning and articulate, a velvet glove over an iron fist?"
Wen Yantong smiled. "I'm not a native of Chaoge."
A man, unable to tolerate Wen Yantong's tone, clenched his fists, seemingly ready to charge forward and strike her. However, Mu Yang was no pushover. Witnessing the man's escalating aggression, he ignited like a firecracker. Fixing the man with a fierce glare, he rolled up his sleeves and declared, "You want another round? Well, let me teach an unforgettable lesson to you today!"
As he spoke, without waiting for anyone's reaction, Mu Yang surged forward, engaging the man who had assumed a threatening posture.
Fu Zixian, positioned nearby, moved to intervene upon seeing Mu Yang's actions. However, to his surprise, the man displayed proficiency in martial arts, deftly evading Mu Yang's punch and retaliating with a forceful elbow to Mu Yang's side, pushing him back a few steps.
Originally intending to defuse the confrontation, Fu Zixian shifted gears, entering the fray with the determination to counteract. Swiftly, he targeted the man's neck, shoulders, elbows, and leg joints. The man promptly knelt down, subdued by Fu Zixian's strategic strikes.
Observing Fu Zixian's swift movements, Mu Yang disregarded the discomfort in his flank, charging forward to forcefully bring the man to the ground, resulting in another instance of dominating the opponent.
Once the man was pinned to the ground, despite his martial arts skills, Mu Yang was able to assert a leading dominance. His fists rained down on the man's face, each strike accompanied by a muffled sound.
Upon witnessing the altercation, the remaining three individuals appeared eager to join the fray. Acting swiftly, Fu Tanghuan directed her guards to intervene. Several of them stepped forward, restraining everyone involved. Even when Mu Yang was pulled away from the man, he persisted, concluding with a final kick.
Wen Yantong interjected, "Alright, alright, just a small lesson is enough. If news of this reaches your father's ears, you might find yourself in big trouble."
Mu Yang's only fear lay with General Mu. Upon hearing Wen Yantong's words, he promptly halted his actions, though not without delivering a few harsh words, "Leave Chaoge now, or I'll make sure to give you a beating every time our paths cross!"
Fu Tanghuan did not add any more unnecessary words, just simply instructing, "Escort out all those individuals disrupting the teahouse business!"
The guards acted promptly, escorting the two men and two girls out. The younger of the girls exclaimed, "Do you even know who I am? You'll regret treating me like this. Chaoge people are unreasonable bullies. I'll be sure to settle this score!"
Wen Yantong gazed at her coldly, sensing an oddity in her words.
The teahouse gradually regained its tranquility. Mu Yang, rubbing the area where he had been struck, turned to Wen Yantong, stating, "I need to go."
Wen Yantong inquired, "Was the blow severe? Should we get you to see a doctor?"
"Since I was a child, I've endured minor injuries like this. It's nothing," Mu Yang replied with a grin. "But news of this incident will soon reach my father. I have to go to Brother Xi and request his help to quell it, or I'll be facing punishment again tonight when I return."
Wen Yantong smiled, "If you're aware of the consequences, why engage in the fight yourself?"
Mu Yang explained, "You don't get it. Dealing with people like that, sometimes you need to personally deliver a blow to vent your frustration."