The White Moonlight of Three Male Leads - Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Graduation Season Is Love Season

After happily finishing a game of basketball, Song Yuyan naturally returned to his demanding academic routine.

Life didn’t change much, except that in the eyes of others, he and Yi Xiangsui seemed even more inseparable than before.

They often visited each other’s homes.

Whenever Yi Xiangsui came over, he would always bring some food—either fruit or homemade meals.

When Song Yuyan visited Yi Xiangsui’s home, his family warmly welcomed him. Sometimes, it felt more like he was going there for a feast than to tutor Yi Xiangsui.

Time flew quickly in the rhythm of studying.

Before they were even fully prepared, senior year had already arrived.

Yi Xiangsui’s grades visibly improved, but he showed a serious imbalance between subjects.

He excelled in English and Chinese—liberal arts subjects. As for science subjects, despite staying up late studying every night, his grades barely budged.

It seemed like aside from his academic progress—like he said, turning into a motivational student—not much else had changed.

Well, except for a few students in class who had completely given up on studying—even Huo Enlin had started to get anxious.

Huo Enlin nudged Song Yuyan with his elbow. “Come on, tell me the secret to studying.”

Song Yuyan glanced at him. “Didn’t I already tell you? Studying late every night—that’s the basic requirement of a student rising through the ranks.”

“Bro, you’re my bro—I’m genuinely asking, as sincerely as diamonds!”

Diamonds haven’t been sincere for a while now—haven’t you heard gold is the new thing?

Though he doubted Huo Enlin’s sincerity, Song Yuyan still explained, “I’m serious. It’s senior year already. If you only start trying now, the only way to catch up is through long hours and high efficiency.”

“No matter how much you study, whatever you absorb is yours.” Song Yuyan patted Huo Enlin’s shoulder.

Huo Enlin fell silent for a moment. Thinking about study hours, he glanced behind him at Yi Xiangsui.

Rumor had it that Yi Xiangsui actually studied until late every night, but since his progress was limited, he’d never been seen as a legend.

He figured he himself could never study as hard as Yi Xiangsui. But then… what would he do about his future?

Song Yuyan wasn’t too worried. He had truly fought his way up—rising to 15th place in the second year, and breaking into the top 10 by the final year.

After each exam, when the results came out, Song Yuyan would still get many admiring and respectful glances from classmates and praise from those around him—

Especially from Yi Xiangsui.

Sometimes, Song Yuyan felt that Yi Xiangsui was acting more like his family than just a friend.

Yi Xiangsui would look at him, just like every time, with focused eyes and say, “You’re really amazing. You’re incredible.”

Song Yuyan loved Yi Xiangsui’s voice—calm and steady, like a quiet stream gently flowing. His words always sounded like a confident declaration of truth. Even if it wasn’t true, once he said it, you’d believe it was.

A soft smile bloomed at Song Yuyan’s lips. His voice, light and airy, seemed to curl at the tip of his tongue—unexpectedly alluring.

“Ditto.” Song Yuyan said and turned back around.

Yi Xiangsui didn’t dare look at him too long, afraid that one more glance would let his emotions spill uncontrollably.

He turned his head to gaze out the window.

Spring winds rustled the young leaves on the branches, green grass bowed gently—like a kind-hearted god had walked barefoot across the meadow, noticed the gaze of mortals, and smiled tenderly in return.

After a long while, Yi Xiangsui turned back and stared absentmindedly at the little doodles in his notebook.

Suddenly, the seat in front of him—Song Yuyan—turned around. Yi Xiangsui quickly snapped his notebook shut.

That flawless face turned toward him. Song Yuyan couldn’t help but laugh. “Yi Xiangsui… haha… Yi Xiangsui…”

He chuckled a few times, then turned back and sat up straight.

Song Yuyan: “Nothing suspicious here at all.”

The system was confused: “Didn’t you already see the sketch of yourself? Why are you pretending not to know?”

Song Yuyan: “You don’t get it. Some things… once said out loud, lose their meaning.”

For example, he was really enjoying his current time with Yi Xiangsui.

From how Yi Xiangsui acted, he probably liked spending time with him too, right?

Song Yuyan pressed his lips together, suppressing the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Song Yuyan: “I’m definitely tasting the bitterness of love!”

System: “…If it’s bitter, you don’t have to force it!”

Song Yuyan: “I can force down sweet talk, why not bitter love?”

System: “…Congratulations, I guess?”

As the college entrance exam drew closer, Song Yuyan grew more and more excited. But the sadness of human experience is that it’s never truly shared.

Yi Xiangsui had two cold sores on his lips.

Oddly enough, it didn’t ruin his looks much—he was still ridiculously handsome.

If anything, it gave him a delicate, fragile look.

Yi Xiangsui pressed his lips together silently. If it were allowed, he’d be wearing a mask.

He had worn one on the way to school. At the time, Song Yuyan had given him a strange look. And when he entered the classroom and removed the mask, Song Yuyan’s expression grew even stranger.

Yi Xiangsui’s voice was hoarse: “Stop staring. Am I that ugly?”

Song Yuyan really didn’t think it looked bad. Actually… he just wanted to reach out and touch his lips. Not because he wanted to flirt with Yi Xiangsui, but because his whole face was perfect except for those cold sores. It triggered a kind of OCD in Song Yuyan—a reflex to touch.

His eyes kept drifting to Yi Xiangsui’s lips. The more he stared, the harder it was to keep his imagination in check.

That ideal kissable shape and thickness…

No! He couldn’t go there. Too evil.

Flustered, Song Yuyan blushed deeply. Still, he replied, “Not ugly. Actually, it’s kind of… hmm hmm.”

The last two words were mumbled so quietly, Yi Xiangsui didn’t catch them—but he could imagine. The pure-yet-secretly-evil Yi Xiangsui blushed too.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yuan looked at them with a suspicious gleam. He hadn’t thought much before, but ever since Huo Enlin planted the idea, he could no longer see them as “just friends.” Everything between them screamed romantic tension.

Zhang Yuan rubbed his eyes and noticed Yi Xiangsui glance at him—then immediately look away.

As if he didn’t exist.

Yep. There was something fishy going on between Song Yuyan and Yi Xiangsui. And don’t give him that “friendship” excuse. Did Yi Xiangsui even look like someone who had friends?

Friends? Ha—try boyfriends!

Zhang Yuan, now in full gossip mode, exchanged a meaningful glance with the righteously-faced Huo Enlin.

They didn’t say a word—but the silent exchange said everything.

…

Time stops for no one.

The college entrance exam was a battlefield, and their school uniforms were the battle gear. Once Song Yuyan put it on and walked into the exam hall, his whole aura shifted.

He could do it—he was the best! There was nothing he couldn’t accomplish!

Thinking that helped calm the nerves. And once he walked out of the exam room, he was back to normal—telling himself it wasn’t about winning or losing… it was about friendship… the exam was secondary…

What was he even thinking? No wonder he couldn’t stay calm about his results. No one could. But at least he’d given it his all. Even if things didn’t go perfectly, he had done his absolute best.

He glanced at Yi Xiangsui. Clearly, he wasn’t the only one feeling off. Even after the exam, those cold sores hadn’t gone away.

Song Yuyan was growing more than curious—he was worried.

“What’s got you so worked up? Tell me so I can laugh about it?” he joked lightly. But Yi Xiangsui stayed silent, so Song Yuyan kept guessing.

“Is it… love problems?” That was what he really suspected. But he quickly offered an alternative: “Or maybe it’s just study stress?”

Because, you know, he was so understanding. Graduation meant it was time to fall in love, right? He was so considerate—how could Yi Xiangsui not be moved?

But if all those feelings he thought he saw were just illusions…

The thought made him nervous. He looked at Yi Xiangsui—who met his gaze.

Yi Xiangsui’s eyes were deep, like a whirlpool. Then he said, “Now that we’ve graduated, we won’t be together every day anymore.”

Song Yuyan’s expression froze. He wasn’t dumb—he couldn’t even smile. Looking at Yi Xiangsui, the answer became obvious.

“You’re afraid of not seeing me?”

Yi Xiangsui nodded. His voice rasped. “Aren’t you?”

They had just finished running and were walking slowly along the track.

The night was dark and thick—just like the look in Yi Xiangsui’s eyes.

He stopped and looked at the pale face in front of him. His voice was so light, it seemed like it might float away if no one listened.

“Don’t tell me I’m the only one who cares, the only one who worries?” He tried to smile, but all that came out was a short, broken “ha.”

Song Yuyan hadn’t expected such a tender confession from Yi Xiangsui.

If he didn’t say something now, it felt like Yi Xiangsui would fall apart.

But he didn’t say anything. He just kept walking slowly along the track.

Yi Xiangsui forced himself to pull it together and followed, habitually keeping to Song Yuyan’s side.

If Song Yuyan didn’t respond… then maybe he really was the only one who cared…

Yi Xiangsui’s heart sank. Like the night wind—light and aimless, with nowhere to land.

But he knew no matter how Song Yuyan reacted, he only had one choice—To keep walking beside him, forever.

They walked a while. Just when Yi Xiangsui had given up hope, his hand was suddenly held by another.

That soft, slender hand—he’d seen it countless times, holding a pen during class.

He had often wished he could be that pen.

To be tightly held in that pale, elegant hand—familiar warmth, from the person he loved.

Now, that wish came true.

That hand held his, then gently opened his fingers—and interlocked them completely.

Yi Xiangsui paused, then gripped back tightly. They walked one full lap around the track, visible and invisible stares falling on them—but neither of them cared.

Song Yuyan had to admit—Yi Xiangsui, who blushed just from playful teasing, was surprisingly bold right now. He gripped Song Yuyan’s hand tightly, like he’d never let go.

They walked without a word.

Yi Xiangsui’s lips curved into a blissful smile. The wind wasn’t aimless anymore—of course it landed on his face! What was he thinking?

It landed right on him!

Song Yuyan looked at Yi Xiangsui. The beautiful boy was glowing—grinning like a fool.

So restrained in public—but here, with no one around, they finally let themselves be close.

Song Yuyan didn’t know exactly how their lips ended up touching.

Yi Xiangsui didn’t ask—and he didn’t explain.

It just felt natural—two heads leaning in, lips brushing softly.

All Song Yuyan could think was how soft it felt. When they finally pulled away, he wasn’t satisfied at all.

“One, two, three, four—again?” he whispered.

Yi Xiangsui looked at him. Song Yuyan’s lips were shimmering with moisture. Hearing those words, Yi Xiangsui nodded vaguely, pinned him against the wall, and kissed him again.

As they walked, they’d sneak kisses whenever no one was around—then quickly pull apart when someone passed by.

Song Yuyan wasn’t sure why a proper, sincere relationship felt so… secretive.

But somehow—he loved it even more.