The White Moonlight of Three Male Leads - Chapter 14

Chapter 14: Feng Chengling

College life was full of energy.

As Song Yuyan walked through campus, seniors would approach him.
“Junior, want to join a club?”

There were many clubs recruiting nearby. Just from what he saw, there were literature clubs, news clubs, and more.

“I don’t have plans yet. I’ll think about it.”
With a pile of club flyers in hand, Song Yuyan was mentally communicating with the system.

Song Yuyan: “Tongzi, check which clubs Feng Chengling joined.”

System: “On it!”

In this area, the system was definitely reliable. It didn’t take long to return with results.

System: “Host, Feng Chengling is currently involved in two programs—Career Planning and the Entrepreneurship Base.”

Song Yuyan blinked. He knew Feng Chengling lived a very structured life, but he didn’t expect it to be this monotonous.

But it wasn’t like Song Yuyan could rush into business as a freshman, right?

It was going to be tough to intersect with Feng Chengling’s path.

Fortunately, Song Yuyan had already made a plan. To win over someone with such a monotonous lifestyle, he had to make his own life vibrant and colorful.

People were often attracted to those different from or even opposite to themselves—especially those who lived orderly lives. When they encountered someone who disrupted that order, it might turn out to be… quite interesting.

Even if it turned chaotic—it would still be fun.

As Song Yuyan walked and thought to himself, he realized: does this mean he only needs to be himself for this mission?

He just needed to enjoy a lively college life?

Was there really such a good deal in this world?

Song Yuyan thought for a moment, then took out his phone and changed his WeChat profile picture.

A fiery explosion lit up the dark night in the image, flames shooting everywhere—brilliant and dazzling.

The exact opposite of Feng Chengling’s style. Just what he wanted.

For a few days, Song Yuyan didn’t contact Feng Chengling, only posting to his Moments from time to time.

Mostly, he posted selfies in his military training uniform. Against a group of tan-skinned guys, his fair complexion made him stand out.

Beauty needed the right setting and contrast, after all.

Song Yuyan rated his looks an 8 out of 10, but in a group where everyone else was dark from training, he could easily pass for a 10.

Just looking at himself, he almost felt attacked by his own beauty.

After taking a few pictures and posting to Moments, he tapped on Feng Chengling’s profile, then sent him a voice message.

Song Yuyan: “Ling-ge, my whole body’s sore. Everything hurts.”

He followed it with a “pouty” emoji.

The emoji looked cute, but unlike it, Song Yuyan’s actual face remained expressionless.

The beauty of phone communication was that it made things feel easy—certainly easier than making a phone call.

He played with his phone absentmindedly, flipping it around in his hand. At times it seemed like he would drop it, yet somehow he always caught it.
It made others nervous just watching, but Song Yuyan handled it effortlessly.

This phone was also something he’d bought with money from an advance.
Now that he had been reborn, his mindset had changed a lot.

His happiness was the most important thing.

Chatting with Feng Chengling helped him shift focus—it kept his mind from drifting to the past.

System: “Will Feng Chengling reply? What if he doesn’t reply?”

Song Yuyan: “Who cares!”

…Wait, he’s your mission target! If you don’t care about him, who will? The system wanted to lecture him a little more, but then—

The system froze.

It heard the ding of a new message.

Song Yuyan picked up the phone.

Feng Chengling : “Are you hurt? Apply some herbal oil.”

Feng Chengling had replied with a text.

Song Yuyan thought for a moment, took a picture of himself, and sent another voice message.

Feng Chengling gave off a sense of distance—or maybe he just preferred text messaging—but that didn’t matter. He’d do whatever made him happy!

Besides, when two people wanted to get closer, someone had to close the gap, right?

Song Yuyan didn’t want to be the one overthinking everything. He wanted to be the joyful one.

…

Feng Chengling had never expected that a simple WeChat message could make him so nervous.

He was busy when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the sender—Song Yuyan—and didn’t think much of it.

Then he saw it was a voice message.

Feng Chengling: ?!

His fingers trembled slightly as he resisted the urge to click immediately. Every nerve in his brain was buzzing, though he wasn’t sure exactly what it was buzzing about.

He hit play.

Song Yuyan: “Ling-ge, my whole body’s sore. Everything hurts.“

Sore?

Feng Chengling’s brain went completely blank. After a moment, he came back to his senses.

His entire body was reacting—buzzing.
Was this really something he should be hearing from Song Yuyan?

Holding the phone in his hand, the more flustered he felt, the more his face became a mask of calm.

After a long pause, he finally typed out a proper, serious reply:

Feng Chengling : “Are you hurt? Apply some herbal oil.”

Song Yuyan’s reply came back even faster than he expected—just like the guy himself: straightforward and unrestrained.

Feng Chengling had barely sent the message when his phone buzzed again.

He pursed his lips and opened the message. And this time, he really felt like he was going to explode.

His heartbeat sped up like crazy.

Song Yuyan had sent a photo.

It didn’t show his face—just a close-up of part of his body.

His military training pants were loosely rolled up to the knee, exposing a stretch of fair skin under the sunlight that almost seemed to glow.

It beckoned the eye to linger, to explore—but also made one feel guilty for looking. Like any more attention and he’d be committing a sin.

Feng Chengling tried to look away—and succeeded.

He could control his body.

But not his mind.

His brain kept replaying that glimpse of fair skin. Too fair.

Feng Chengling frowned and tried to shift his thoughts—but then, unavoidably, his mind brought up Song Yuyan’s face again.

I can’t think about him anymore.

Feng Chengling told himself this, but just then, his phone buzzed again.

His hand, acting on instinct, opened the message.

Another voice message, this time with a confused emoji.

Song Yuyan : “I checked, no injuries.”

Feng Chengling’s mind flashed back to that photo again. His heartbeat quickened once more.

He closed his eyes, then opened them slowly. Once the heat in his chest faded, he typed a reply.

Feng Chengling : “Mm. No injuries.”

On the other end, Song Yuyan stared at his phone.

He was borderline addicted to it. But that was understandable, considering how little he’d touched one throughout high school.

Now that he had one, his love for it exploded.

He was just about to open a mini-game.

Not knowing how long Feng Chengling would take to reply, he figured he’d kill time. But just as the game started loading, a reply came through.

Feng Chengling: “Mm. No injuries.”

As Song Yuyan was about to respond, another message came in.

Feng Chengling: “No need to apply herbal oil. It’s probably just muscle soreness from the sudden increase in physical activity during training. It’ll go away soon.”

Song Yuyan’s lips curled into a smile.

Song Yuyan: “The wheel of fortune turns—what goes around comes around!”

System: “HAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Even missing one word couldn’t fully express the system’s joy.

Its host was killing it.

In just a few days, he was already bantering and going back and forth with Feng Chengling. If this wasn’t friendship, what was?

The system had personally witnessed Song Yuyan and Yi Male Lead’s natural progression from friendship to love. So what if this was the Feng Male Lead?

Didn’t its host have his own glow?

Sure, it was a “White Moonlight” system, but this was its first time guiding a host who had transmigrated directly into the original white moonlight’s body.

A little halo on the white moonlight’s head seemed perfectly reasonable.

The system gleefully rolled around in happiness, then went to check if its host had any special status.

It had a feeling that both it and its host had a bright future ahead.