The White Moonlight of Three Male Leads - Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Feng Chengling

Song Yuyan had long imagined how happy he’d be once military training ended, but he hadn’t expected to be this happy.

All the things he’d wanted to do in the past but hadn’t dared to—he could now try freely.

His college life was vibrant and colorful. Some days he studied at the library; some nights he clinked beer mugs with roommates; other times he went singing, or hiking…

As for seducing the male lead—he hadn’t forgotten. After all, the joy of his current life wouldn’t exist without the male lead’s involvement.

If he failed his mission, he and the system would be dragged to another world to work like oxen.

Between loving someone else and loving himself, the choice was obvious.

Besides, he couldn’t empathize with a winner-in-life type. Back then, he only felt sorry for Yi Xiangrui after developing feelings for him. As for the emotionally distant Feng Chengling—Song Yuyan just wanted him to suffer a bit in love, to get a taste of how cruel people could be.

Song Yuyan: “I just really want to grow. I really want to work hard.”

After saying that, he moved his fingers and posted to his WeChat Moments.

System: “?”

The system was confused. If he truly wanted to grow, shouldn’t he actively go find the male lead?

Even if he showed up somewhere wearing a bathrobe or yukata and “bumped into” the male lead, the system would’ve accepted it as sincere effort. But just moving his fingers to post?

The system was not impressed. It had a lot to say—but right after Song Yuyan posted, a few likes appeared, one of which was from Feng Chengling.

The system choked on its words.

System: “ww… the human world is so complicated.”

Song Yuyan patted the system on the head:
Song Yuyan: “There, there. You’re still just a kid.”

But the more he comforted it, the sadder the system seemed. Song Yuyan didn’t bother coaxing it further and looked at Feng Chengling’s like, smiling slightly.

Feng Chengling liking the post so quickly could only mean one thing: he was paying attention. Watching—no, paying attention to his life.

Whatever Feng Chengling’s reason—curiosity, envy—it didn’t matter. The fact that he was paying attention was good.

You had to pay attention to someone before you could get to know them, and only then could you start to grow closer.

Go ahead and watch. Song Yuyan was already eager to finish the mission—or rather, eager for Feng Chengling to start suffering the pains of love.

…

Meanwhile, Feng Chengling was pressing his fingers against his brow, slowly easing the furrow in his brows.

His other hand hovered over his phone, fingers curled, with one fingertip lightly tapping the screen now and then.

It was afternoon. Sunlight poured recklessly across his face.

Under the light, the lines of his face appeared even more striking—handsome and defined.

He didn’t know why he had liked that post. His finger just moved on its own. But if he unliked it now, it would feel too deliberate.

So Feng Chengling decided to let it be.

He resumed his tasks, setting the phone aside.

But while his hand had set the phone down, his mind hadn’t.

Later that evening, when he found himself picking up the phone again, a flicker of frustration crossed his refined features.

Why do people force themselves like this?

For major things, sure. But why even torture yourself over the little stuff?

Isn’t the essence of personal life about pleasing yourself?

Fighting with yourself was exhausting. Once he made peace with himself, Feng Chengling felt a weight lifted from his body and mind.

It was just a small thing, after all. Even if he was curious, even if he was a little emotionally affected, it didn’t really mean anything or change anything.

Having come to terms with himself, he calmly picked up the phone. He wasn’t into mobile games, and before meeting Song Yuyan, he rarely even browsed Moments.

That night, just before bed, he opened Song Yuyan’s WeChat profile, played his voice message, and drifted peacefully into sleep.

…

Song Yuyan had no idea he had become Feng Chengling’s exception.

As freshmen, their class schedules weren’t heavy. Sometimes, Song Yuyan felt like something was wrong with him.

Too busy? He longed to relax.
Too idle? He got restless.

Song Yuyan: “I can’t keep wasting my life.”

Song Yuyan: “If there are no obstacles, then create some! I must find something to do!”

At first, the system didn’t understand. Once it did, it got all excited.

System: “Host, are you going to accidentally bump into Feng Male Lead?”

But that wasn’t going to be easy.

Song Yuyan: “What are you thinking? On campus, it’s hard to “bump into” Feng Chengling. I’ll wait until the holiday—then it’ll be much easier.”

The system didn’t quite follow the logic, but nodded anyway. As long as the host was motivated, that was enough.

And Song Yuyan was serious about keeping busy. He discussed ideas with his roommates.

Zhang Lun thought for a bit and said, “How about we learn a language? I hear Japanese is good. Then we can watch anime without subtitles—how cool would that be?”

Yang Yinghan considered it. “Language is easy to forget if you don’t use it. How about we learn bartending instead?”

Li Min chimed in, “I say we sign up for a gym. Work out every day. Flex those biceps with our sleeves rolled up—heck yeah.”

Song Yuyan hadn’t expected the three of them to toss out three different ideas. If he didn’t suggest something too, he’d feel out of place.

He pretended to ponder for a moment and said, “How about we learn to drive?”

In his past life, coworkers often said they regretted not learning to drive during college.

Song Yuyan hadn’t thought much of it back then—not because he already had a license, but because he had no plans to buy a car.

But now, considering their freshman coursework wasn’t too heavy, learning to drive and getting a license seemed like a solid idea.

Still, he was interested in the others’ suggestions too.

Bartending and fitness could go on his wish list—he could try them out later when he had the time and energy.

Japanese, though… pass. He’d just come out of a grueling academic period. No way he was going to grind a whole new language just to skip subtitles in anime.

“Let’s discuss it more?” Zhang Lun suggested.

“Can discussion really settle it?” Li Min shook his head. He figured the plan would probably get scrapped and everyone would go back to doing their own thing.

A bit of a shame—without a buddy, he didn’t have the willpower to hit the gym alone!

Song Yuyan shrugged. “No choice. Let’s draw lots!”

So they drew straws with zero ceremony. One of them casually grabbed a slip of paper—and fate chose Li Min.

As the roommates started excitedly talking about how picking “gym” was fate—and maybe they should go buy a lottery ticket—Song Yuyan, already dressed in sporty clothes and looking fresh, was ready to head out.

Fitness it was—no complaints. This year: gym. Next year: driving. After graduation, when he had money, he’d buy a supercar. Everything was falling into place.

For now, Song Yuyan laced up his shoes and stood up, feeling like a warrior about to go into battle. No audience? Didn’t matter—he still had to look cool.

And honestly, he was in a great mood.

Song Yuyan made an offer: “There’s an auto show at the expo center today. You guys want to check it out?”

No one argued. It was Sunday, after all. Who’d choose to stay in the dorm when they could go out?

“Let’s go!”

The exhibition center was far from campus. They left late, so by the time they arrived, it was already noon.

They grabbed lunch nearby—whatever looked good—and once their stomachs were satisfied, it was time to feast their eyes.

The car show truly was a visual feast.

Song Yuyan had only been mildly interested in cars before. But after this?

He fell in love with them.

He had to own a car he liked one day.

Want it. Love it. The car show had every type imaginable. Song Yuyan and his roommates were thrilled. Every one of them had dozens of photos on their phones.

At the end of the day, Song Yuyan scrolled through his gallery and picked out nine photos, arranging them into a 3×3 grid.

Then, he posted them to his WeChat Moments.