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date="2021-10-06"

title="Chapter 44:"

weight="139496"

series = ["The Villainous Classmate is my Lucky Star"]

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The moment Chi Jingxi pressed down, Wen Yantong was almost crushed, and subconsciously embraced the person on him.

The people around were startled, and they stepped back a few steps to vacate an encirclement, and stood on the side to watch the excitement.

Seeing this, Mu Yang hurriedly stepped forward and stooped to help. He didn't know that he was running too fast, his feet slipped, and he couldn't stand still, so he fell on Chi Jingxi.

He pressed Wen Yantong to a scream, his face flushed instantly, and he raised his fist to punch Mu Yang, "Go and drive! I'm going to be crushed to death!"

The voice sounded like she was about to die. Chi Jingxi was afraid that she would really crush her fragile body, so she put her arms on Wen Yantong's side, abruptly supporting the pressure on Mu Yang's body. .

Wen Yantong took a sharp breath, and the cold breath slid into her lungs, choking her to cough several times.

Mu Yang also quickly got up, ashamed to pull Chi Jingxi, while smiling, "Mistakes and mistakes are just mistakes."

After all three of them stood up, Chi Jingxi brushed the snow off her body with a stinky face, "That's how you repay me?"

Wen Yantong immediately patted the snow on his body, and said with a smile, "Master Xiaohou, I'm really sorry, this place is too slippery. I didn't notice that I fell from the top. Are you okay? Did it hurt? ?"

Chi Jingxi replied irritably, "Thanks to the blessing you put underneath, I didn't fall much."

Wen Yantong hurriedly said, "It's fine if you don't fall, it's fine if you don't fall."

After speaking, he turned and ran. When Chi Jingxi reacted, he had already jumped far away to help Zhang Jieran who was still sitting on the ground.

Wen Yantong kept thinking about Zhang Jieran, who was accidentally shoveled on the road, but he fell sturdily and fell hard.

When she ran over, Zhang Jieran was still sitting on the ground in a daze. She was taken aback and hurried to help, "Brother Zhang, are you okay? Are you stupid?"

Zhang Jieran shook his head, "Nothing."

Fortunately, he was dressed thickly, and it didn't hurt much to fall, but he didn't get up for a while. After Wen Yantong helped him up, he diligently dusted him off, "I'm sorry, I just hurt you by mistake."

Zhang Jieran waved his hand again and again, "It's okay, it's okay, Brother Wen shouldn't care."

Wen Yantong smiled, "You don't blame me..."

The two of them laughed as they talked. Chi Jingxi looked at her, her face getting more and more stinky, and she said solemnly, "Aren't the lame eyes bad? Could it be that I don't have the Jingui whose surname is Zhang?"

Mu Yang persuaded from the side, "Brother Xi, don't care about that much. You fell on Wen Yantong just now. Didn't you hit him in the leg?"

Chi Jingxi snorted, "I don't know."

Mu Yang said, "His leg is just a few days away, and he doesn't appear lame when he walks. If you break it again, you should rest for a few more days."

Chi Jingxi frowned irritably.

After speaking, walked away. People watching the excitement automatically stepped aside, and happened to run into Cheng Xin, who was approaching oncoming.

"I just heard that you were hit? Whoever hit it, catch it and give it a lesson." Cheng Xin started with a detour.

Chi Jingxi said, "It was hit by the cripple, and the man has already gone."

Cheng Xin knew it, "It turned out to be him, that should be unintentional."

Mu Yang said, "The road here is very slippery. I just fell and walked carefully."

Cheng Xin said, "If that's the case, don't stay here. Go to the east courtyard. There is a lot of snow there, and many people are making snow statues over there."

Mu Yang Xinran agreed, expressing his willingness to join in the fun. Chi Jingxi had some lack of interest and wanted to go back to the house.

Mu Yang tried hard to persuade, "After lunch, you will start sweeping the snow. After sweeping the snow, you will have to recite the scriptures. This is the only time you can play. Brother Xi, you should cherish this time."

Chi Jingxi couldn't help him, so he had to go with him.

The east side yard is the largest yard in Nian'an Temple. In many places, the snow layer has not been stepped on, and a lot of people gathered to play in it after a while.

When Wen Yantong and Zhang Jieran went, they saw Fu Tanghuan and Fu Zixian making a snowman.

Fu Tanghuan dressed very beautifully today, with a snow-white wide-sleeved padded jacket and a concubine half-sleeved cotton jacket. The material is embroidered with delicate patterns with three-color silk threads, and a concubine tulle dress stands in the snow. Pretty eye-catching.

In contrast, Fu Zixian looked much more ordinary, with a dark cotton gown and a lingering smile.

Wen Yantong greeted the two of them very happily, rolled up their sleeves to join them, and said, "I am the best at making snowmen, and I have won awards before!"

Zhang Jieran and Fu Zixian stopped at the same time, and asked in amazement, "What award?"

Wen Yantong was stunned, and said to the two, "Snowman Award."

In fact, it was a small snowman meeting held by the elementary school in the town when he was in elementary school. That was the only competition that Wen Yantong won in his school career-the first snow banquet after the book was not counted.

When Wen Yantong was playing the snowball, Fu Tang said casually, "Why don't we do this, let's make snow statues each of us, and then we will compete again, how about?"

Among the few people, Wen Yantong, who thinks he has the best snowball skills, naturally agreed first, and immediately raised his hands to support, and said, "What is the color head?"

Fu Tanghuan thought for a while, "If anyone wins first, then the other three people will buy him one thing each."

Wen Yantong disagreed, and shook his head, "That's boring, and no one is short of the money to buy things, I don't think it's right."

"That's not as good as you said." Fu Tanghuan said.

"In this way," Wen Yantong said, "the person who wins can make a request to each of the other three people. As long as it is not excessive, the other three people must agree, how about?"

Fu Tang happily agreed, "I think it's good."

The other two naturally won't have any objections, but Zhang Jieran is a little embarrassed, "I don't know how to make a snow statue."

Wen Yantong frightened, "Brother Zhang, it's rare that Miss Fu San is so happy, are you going to save her face?"

When Fu Tanghuan listened, she lowered her face, "Yes, if you don't participate, I will ask you sin."

Zhang Jieran was startled, and repeatedly agreed. So the small game of four people started hastily.

Wen Yantong sat on the ground and immediately started to work. He began to pinch the snowball very deeply, and then pounced the snow up little by little, and the snowball became bigger and bigger.

What she had to do was very simple, and she started her hands very quickly. She made two big snowballs and placed them on the ground in a short time, and then proceeded to do the last part.

Fu Zixian did a serious job. When he raised his head by accident, he saw Wen Yantong sitting on the ground holding a long columnar object and patting the solidified snow with his hand. He looked at the two snowballs next to her again, and suddenly had a bad premonition, stopped and walked in front of her.

Fu Zixian stood and watched for a while, then suddenly asked, "Wen Yantong, what are you doing?"

Wen Yantong heard his voice, raised his head quite wary and said, "Why? Want to steal my creativity?"

She stretched her head to look at Fu Zixian's work. It was not yet formed, and she could not help but laughed, "Just your craftsmanship, even if you plagiarize my thoughts, you will not plagiarize the will in my work! Go away!"

Fu Zixian said hurriedly, "You misunderstood, I didn't mean to plagiarize, I just wanted to ask you what you did."

Wen Yantong was about to finish the work. He half-kneeled forward holding the long column in his hand, erected it in the center of the two balls, and said, "I am an Armstrong whirling and accelerating jet Armstrong cannon. It is extremely powerful..."

Before she could finish her words, Fu Zixian stepped forward blushing and kicked one of the snowballs, and then stepped on it indiscriminately, "No way, no way! It's too inappropriate! My third sister is still here!"

The work that was about to be completed turned into snow ballast at the feet of Fu Zixian, and he was stunned by Yantong.

Fu Zixian was panting when he stopped, his face still red, "I'm sorry to hear the inkstone, you can do something separately."

Wen Yantong fell back like a collapse, collapsed on the ground, rolled up, and shouted, "You pay for my ice statue! I'm almost done! Ah-!"

Her yelling attracted the attention of a large number of people. Even Zhang Jieran and Fu Tanghuan stopped their movements and rushed to see Wen Yantong almost rolling into the snow, constantly fluttering.

Fu Tang hurriedly took Fu Zixian and asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Fu Zixian squeezed a red face, and had to say, "I kicked the snow statue smelling inkstone to pieces."

Zhang Jieran saw that Yantong was about to be buried in the snow, so he went to pull her up. She didn't know that she was deliberately rolling and couldn't pull her up. He said helplessly, "Brother Wen, stand up and say something, why lie in the snow." "

Wen Yantong said, "It's hard to say! Fu Zixian destroyed my masterpiece! The loss to me is enormous!"

Zhang Jieran couldn't hold people, and couldn't persuade him. There was no way at all. Fu Zixian had to stand aside and apologize, "Sorry, I will help you make a new one."

"To do Armstrong maneuvers to accelerate jet Armstrong guns." Wen Yantong stopped thumping and said.

"This won't work!" Fu Zixian rebuffed.

Wen Yantong said, "Then I won't get up."

Fu Tanghuan didn’t know, so she slapped Fu Zixian on the back of the head, “Do whatever Yantong says! Who told you to kick someone’s snow statue!”

Fu Zixian scratched his neck, "You can't do that!"

At the time of the stalemate, Mu Yang jumped out from the side, stood beside Fu Zixian, pointed at Yantong with his chin, "What's wrong with him?"

Fu Zixian was taken aback by his sudden appearance, and then said, "I kicked over Wen Yantong's snow statue, and he was lying in the snow and refused to get up."

Mu Yang actually looked at him clearly beside him, knowing that Wen Yantong likes Lapis on weekdays, and he likes to tease Fu Zixian very much. It is estimated that he is also deliberately teasing Fu Zixian now.

He rolled up his sleeves, walked to Wen Yantong's side, pulled her by the collar, and sat up in an instant, "Kicked over and made a new one. What do you look like when you roll like this."

Wen Yantong's spine became soft and fell to the ground, "Fu Zixian won't let me do it."

Mu Yang tugged again, "Why don't you let you do it?"

Wen Yantong lay down again, "He said it was hurtful."

Mu Yang said again, "Why do you still do it if it hurts?"

Wen Yantong fell again, "How can Armstrong whirl and accelerate jet Armstrong guns hurt? You don't understand anything!"

"Wh, what?" Mu Yang was dumbfounded.

"Anyway, it will be a great masterpiece born in Shaojing." Wen Yantong said.

When Mu Yang saw Yantong's appearance, he knew that she was quite tricky and couldn't deal with it by herself, so he immediately stood up and turned around to call for a helper, "Brother Xi, come and take a look."

Wen Yantong heard that Chi Jingxi was there, and immediately sat up, consciously crawled out of the snowdrift, and patted the snow on his body.

At this moment, Chi Jingxi had already walked to the side and asked, "Why don't you continue to lie down?"

Wen Yantong smiled and said, "Just kidding, just kidding."

Chi Jingxi stretched out her hand, squeezed her cheek, took a step forward, twisted her head, "Look carefully, how many girls are here, are you suitable for that stuff?"

Wen Yantong's hands covered his hands subconsciously, and immediately said, "It's inappropriate and inappropriate! I know it's wrong!"

Chi Jingxi's hands were warm, completely different from the cold and wet Wen Yantong just rubbing the snow. She merged her two palms and covered Chi Jingxi's right hand completely. The extreme coolness irritated his skin, causing him to loosen his hand and put it back.

After a long time, the coolness of smelling inkstone still remained on his hands.

Fu Zixian took a deep breath, and Mu Yang patted him on the shoulder with relief, and said, "Sure enough, Brother Xi can cure Wen Yantong."

Wen Yantong glared at him quietly: I am playing with Fu Zixian, why are you mingling!

Mu Yang pretended not to see it.

Cheng Xiao followed Cheng Xin, came from one side, and asked, "What are you playing?"

Fu Tanghuan was very happy to see him, and walked to him in a few steps, "Brother Xiao, do you want to come with me? We are making snow statues in the competition and see who does the best."

Cheng Xiao became interested as soon as he heard it, "If you do the best, what's the reward?"

"Then each of us must promise him a wish." Fu Tanghuan said, "In the acceptable range."

Cheng Xiao smiled, "This is good, I also want to participate."

He turned to Cheng Xin and said, "Brother Five Emperors, too, we haven't built a snow statue together in a long time."

Cheng Xin wanted to refuse, but Mu Yang and Cheng Xiao's eyes were as hot as a retreat, and he had no choice but to agree.

Wen Yantong shrank his neck, "Then I won't continue participating."

Fu Tanghuan was all disappointed, "Why?"

"I will be the judge, and I will judge after you finish." Wen Yantong said.

"No, what if you are partial?" Mu Yang was unwilling, and pointed to Chi Jingxi Road. "Brother Xi will definitely not participate. Why don't you choose with Wen Yantong."

Chi Jingxi nodded and agreed.

So a few people got busy again.

Wen Yantong rubbed the damp hands dry, and then put them in his sleeves to warm them. Chi Jingxi stood beside her, looking at the snow statues piled by several people in earnest.

Wen Yantong naturally wanted to have nothing to talk to, and smiled, "Master Xiaohou, have you heard the rumors of Nian'an Temple?"

Chi Jingxi grew up in Chaoge since he was a child, and there are people like Mu Yang with a broken mouth. Of course he has heard of it. He glanced at Wen Yantong and said, "Have you heard, how?"

"Aren't you afraid?" Wen Yantong asked.

The corner of Chi Jingxi's mouth curled up, and a sneer evoked, "It's just a fool."

Wen Yantong recalled. In fact, there are many details in the book that she has already remembered not very clearly, only remember that this snow sweeping festival was mentioned in the form of memories in the mouths of several protagonists.

Most of the stories told in the original book happened after the protagonists were more than 20 years old. The plots in the academy are often mentioned in the form of memories or dictated by others.

Therefore, as a reader, Wen Yantong does not know why there have been rumors of haunting at Nian'an Temple.

I just knew that Chi Jingxi would be injured during this snow-sweeping festival, and then went to Beiyuan where the girl lived for some reason, and was rescued by Fu Tanghuan, which gave birth to the budding feelings for Fu Tanghuan.

She thinks farther and farther, shrinking her head and bowing her waist in a daze. Seeing that she hadn't moved for a long time, Chi Jingxi couldn't help turning her head and glanced.

Wen Yantong's clothes today are very light, with very bright and bright yellow buds, a bit like the color of a baby chicken.

She didn't tie her hair directly in order to prevent her neck from getting wind. She only tied a small ball on her head and fixed it with a snow-white hosta. was just rolling in the snow, and hair was covered with a lot of snow. At the moment, it was warmed, and the hair was slightly wet.

After the food got better, Wen Yantong was gradually raised with meat. He was no longer as thin and scary as before. His face was fair, his eyebrows were clear, and he gave out a delicate air.

Only then did Chi Jingxi discover that the little crip didn't seem to be the little crip he remembered anymore.

I have been staring for a long time, Wen Yantong noticed it, and turned his head to look at him doubtfully, "Master Xiaohou, what's wrong with me?"

Chi Jingxi's lacquered black eyes moved, and said calmly, "I wonder why you were born so short."

Wen Yantong looked at the height gap with him, and smiled openly, "It's still long, don't worry."

Chi Jingxi turned her head and said calmly, "Fu Zixian is the same age as you."

Wen Yantong scratched his head, "Miss Fu San is older than me, isn't she still about the same height as me."

"Compare you with a girl?" Chi Jingxi asked back.

Wen Yantong shut up, almost forgetting that she is now a big man.

No one can stand their hands in the snow, so a few people quickly finished their works, and then let Wen Yantong and Chi Jingxi select them.

Wen Yantong thought to herself that Fu Tanghuan was also a heroine and a girl, so she should be given the first priority.

As a result, she walked up to her snow statue and almost hurt her eyes because of the ugliness of the snow statue.

She blinked her eyes and asked Fu Tanghuan with a pleasant face, "Miss Fu San, forgive me for being clumsy, what you are doing is..."

"Duck." Fu Tanghuan pointed up and said, "This is the head, this is the body, and this is the tail."

Wen Yantong nodded solemnly, "Well, as everyone knows, ducks have tails, and Miss Fu San has done so vividly and perfectly."

Mu Yang said more, "Can you tell me something that goes against your heart?"

Fu Tanghuan snorted.

Hearing Yantong's heart will take you first.

So he walked to the side of Mu Yang's snow statue, and was startled by his hands-on ability.

Even though Mu Yang didn't have much interest in books, it was a coincidence that he made a portrait of a master with two hands, with a book in his arms, which can be seen at a glance.

A scumbag who can't even enter the book will be like a master? !

Wen Yantong tried to suppress his astonishment, curled his lips and said, "What are you doing?"

Mu Yang was quite self-confident, "You can't see this? Like Master, Master Confucius!"

Wen Yantong took a look, and suddenly approached the portrait of the Master, and when Mu Yang didn't react, he slapped on the face of the snow statue and pulled off a mass of snow.

Mu Yang was anxious, "What are you doing!"

Wen Yantong said innocently, "Your snowy face is dirty and it doesn't look good. I'll pick it off."

Mu Yang said angrily, "Why didn't I see it? You did it on purpose!"

Wen Yantong shouted injustice, "Why should I deliberately pick your snow statue? I didn't participate in this competition!"

As he was talking, the snow figure that had been squeezed out suddenly dropped a large piece of snow, which happened to have completely lost the face of the Master and turned it into a pit.

"Good!" Wen Yantong announced immediately, "Mu Yang's work is incomplete and cannot continue to participate in the selection. This work is invalid."

Mu Yang was stunned for a moment, and got up in anger, clutching Wen Yantong's shoulders, "I'm fighting with you!"

"Hey! This contestant, please calm down!" Wen Yantong grabbed his hand and struggled, "It is a foul to beat the judge!"

Fu Zixian and Cheng Xin hurriedly stepped forward and stopped him, "Yang Er, calm down. It's because your own snow hasn't been photographed. How can you blame Wen Yantong."

"Yes." Wen Yantong stepped back a few steps.

Mu Yang's mouth was slanted and his eyes slanted, and he pulled Cheng Xin's wrist to gasp, "This kid did it on purpose, you have to pay attention, he must be the first to rate Fu Tanghuan."

Cheng Xin laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe. "Go and rest for a while. It's not that he said it alone. Brother Xi is still standing by the side."

Only then did Mu Yang remember that Chi Jingxi was also the judge. Now he walked to Chi Jingxi and said aggrieved, "Brother Xi, you have to take care of this kid. Your hands are too dark, so I will scratch the face of my Master. Gone."

Chi Jingxi patted him on the shoulder, smiling in his beautiful eyes.

Wen Yantong turned to the snow statue of Fu Zixian, and as soon as he settled down, he could see that his craftsmanship was in the same line as his sister Fu Tanghuan.

She pointed to the snow statue and asked, "What is this ugly thing?"

Fu Zixian said, "It's a goose."

Wen Yantong said frankly, "Eyes are not eyes, and noses are not noses. Are you embarrassed to fight for the number one?"

Fu Zixian shook his head in embarrassment.

Wen Yantong nodded in satisfaction, and came to Zhang Jieran's snow statue again, and found that what he was doing was just a snowman, a very simple one.

But the two balls are beautifully made, and they are the most exquisite among the few people.

Wen Yantong glanced at Zhang Jieran, and saw his eyes full of hope, and couldn't help but secretly say.

I'm sorry brother!

She pretended to dislike, "What you did is too easy! No way."

Zhang Jieran didn't care either, and smiled, "I can only do this."

Wen Yantong said, "Then do you think you can get this number one?"

Zhang Jieran honestly said, "Can't take it."

Wen Yantong thought that there were two people left. The works could neither be faulty nor step on, so he directly raised his voice, "I personally want to choose the snow statue of Ms. Fu San as the winner of this competition!"

Cheng Xin laughed out of anger, "There are two more you don't want to see?"

Cheng Xiao also said, "Although Sister Huan'er is really good-looking, you should have seen all of us for sure."

Wen Yantong nodded after listening, "It's true."

After speaking, she walked to the snow statue of Cheng Xiao, and when she was almost there, she suddenly slipped under her feet and fell into the snow!

Even Zhang Jieran, who was the nearest, didn't help.