The Villainous Classmate is My Lucky Star Chapter 225
Translated by Pure
Chapter 225 Mu Yang's Ink Confrontation (2)
Wen Yantong submitted her answer sheet and quickly approached Fu Zixian with a concerned expression. "Mu Xingyi missed the test. Do you know why?"
Fu Zixian, appearing puzzled, shook his head. "Could it be because of the incident at the Flower Tea House yesterday? Perhaps General Mu punished him today."
This was a plausible reason.
Wen Yantong suggested, "Let's go to the General's Mansion and find out. If he's still in trouble, we can persuade General Mu together."
Mu Yang's absence from the exam meant that the eagerly anticipated bet had collapsed. Yet, Wen Yantong wasn't preoccupied with that concern at the moment. A sense of unease lingered, suggesting that Mu Yang's nonattendance might involve more than a simple punishment.
Upon reaching the General's Mansion, shortly after servants relayed their arrival, Mu Yuan personally greeted them. He swiftly ushered Fu Zixian inside, urgently pleading, "Hurry, come and help me convince Yang’er. That child is so stubborn; he won't listen no matter what I say!"
Now understanding that Mu Yang's failure to take the test wasn't due to Mu Yuan's punishment but rather his own decision, Wen Yantong promptly followed Mu Yuan inside.
As they approached Mu Yang's courtyard, upon entering through the gate, they were met with the sight of numerous servants standing in the courtyard. All of them raised their heads, yelling towards a tree, "Young Master, come down quickly! It's too dangerous up there!"
After a brief moment, Mu Yang's voice echoed from above, "Get out of here! I won't come down!"
Mu Yuan shouted, "Yang’er, do you want me to go up and give you a good beating!?"
Mu Yang retorted, "Dad, don't come up! If you come up, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
"You brat! I think you're planning to rebel against Heaven!" Mu Yuan's temper exploded instantly. As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and began climbing the tree. While ascending, he continued to curse, "You better not let me catch you. See if I don't spank your ass!"
Mu Yang shouted, "Don't come up! Don't come up!"
A bunch of servants below cried for Mu Yuan to be careful, but Mu Yuan was agile, and climbing a tree was easy for him. Swiftly ascending, he soon concealed half of his body in the dense tree leaves.
However, not long after, Mu Yuan's screams echoed from above, intermingled with curses. "You troublemaker, what did you spray in my face?"
Mu Yang's voice retorted, "I warned you not to come up!"
Mu Yuan, left with no alternative, descended from the tree. Upon landing, Wen Yantong observed that Mu Yuan's face was now smeared with ink. He frantically wiped it away with his sleeve, rendering his countenance akin to Bao Qingtian if he came to life.
A sudden recollection struck Wen Yantong; she had previously informed Mu Yang about the syringes. At the time, he had shown keen interest, urging her to draw a sketch for him, expressing a desire to commission such a gadget.
Wen Yantong considered syringes as a frivolous plaything, thus, she casually sketched it for Mu Yang. To her surprise, he took the initiative to have it custom-made.
Furthermore, he filled it with ink, concealed himself in a tree, and patiently waited for his father to ascend before spraying ink in his face. Despite Mu Yang's usual appearance of being slow and seemingly dull, he always manages to pull off the most unexpected pranks!
Observing Mu Yuan surrounded by servants wiping his face, Wen Yantong decided to step forward. She called out to the tree, "Mu Xingyi, you're already an adult. If there's an issue, can't we peacefully discuss it on the ground? Why does it have to be up in a tree?"
Mu Yang, peering through the leaves, responded, "We can't have a peaceful discussion about this! I won't come down unless my father agrees!"
"Are you planning to eat, drink, and even shit yourself up there?" Wen Yantong inquired.
Mu Yang hadn't considered this aspect at all. The question gave him a moment of pause, and after a while, he responded, "I don't care! I'm staying in the tree. I'll come down only when my father agrees!"
Meanwhile, Mu Yuan, wiping the ink off his face, remarked, "Are you trying to drive me mad?"
Mu Yang responded with two disdainful snorts and remained silent.
Observing this, Fu Zixian suggested, "All matters are open for discussion. Climbing to such heights poses a significant risk of falling. Why not descend and allow us to discuss matters calmly?"
Mu Yang displayed an unusual attitude toward Fu Zixian, expressing his anger as he exclaimed, "Fu Zixian, leave! You're not welcome here. I'm still upset with you!"
Helplessly, Fu Zixian turned to Wen Yantong and urged, "You should try to talk to him."
Curious, Wen Yantong whispered, "What's going on? Why did he suddenly decide to climb up the tree?"
Fu Zixian gazed at Mu Yuan, let out a soft sigh, and was on the verge of speaking when Mu Yang exclaimed in an irritated tone, "Brother Xi and Fu Zixian are heading to Yibei to quell the chaos, and they deliberately kept it from me! If I hadn't stumbled upon this news by chance, they might have continued hiding it from me. They don't see me as a true brother!!"
Taken aback, Wen Yantong questioned, "Where did you hear this? It's likely just a rumor!"
To her surprise, Mu Yang had indeed uncovered the truth. Given his nature, he was probably clamoring to join them on their journey to Yibei right now. This way, the trio would be embarking on their Yibei together, just like in the novel!
Mu Yang shouted angrily, "Whether this is a rumor or not, let Fu Zixian speak for himself!"
Wen Yantong fell silent for a moment. There was no need to question this matter; Fu Zixian wouldn't lie. However, Mu Yang seemed to have grown more discerning at this moment. Observing Wen Yantong's reaction, he immediately shouted, "Did you already know about this as well?"
Wen Yantong swiftly denied it, "No!"
Mu Yang refused to believe it. Clutching the branch, he shook it vehemently, accusing, "You must have known this for a long time. All of you were aware, but kept me in the dark. I considered you all good friends, only to realize my trust was misplaced; my sincerity in vain!"
As he shook the branch, he inadvertently pushed the ink needle in his hand, and ink droplets cascaded down. Wen Yantong, positioned beneath the tree, couldn't evade in time. A bead-sized droplet landed on her forehead. She hastily shut her eyes and stepped back, extending her hand to wipe it away, finding her palm smeared with ink.
Wen Yantong gritted her teeth and remarked, "Had I known this, I wouldn't have given you that sketch!"
Mu Yang, upon hearing this, grew even more furious. Seizing the bamboo tube nearby, he refilled his syringe with ink, cursing as he sprayed the ink at Wen Yantong.
Observing this, Wen Yantong decided to temporarily refrain from arguing with the muscle-brained Mu Yang. Opting for a more strategic retreat, she said, "I never anticipated that my well-intentioned gift would be treated with such disrespect. It truly saddens me!"
Mu Yang felt even more aggrieved, exclaiming, "I'm the one who's truly sad! I initially believed that everyone shared the same sincerity, but it turns out I'm the only one being genuine, while the rest of you just know how to deceive me and treat me like a fool!"
Mu Yuan noticed his son's deep distress. Despite having threatened to beat him up just moments ago, he now felt genuine concern for him. Thus, he loudly declared, "Yang’er, your friends kept this from you for your own well-being. Don't say wrong things in haste!"
"I don't care; I want to go to Yibei!" Mu Yang asserted.
