The White Moonlight of Three Male Leads - Chapter 21

Chapter 21: Feng Chengling

Song Yuyan walked briskly back to the dorm.

The system said, “Host, what did you say at the end of the last chapter? It’s driving me crazy!”

When it came to providing emotional value, the system definitely deserved a perfect score.

Suppressing a smile, Song Yuyan replied, “I want to know too.”

He whispered, “I’ll tell you a secret—I didn’t say anything.”

He really didn’t. He just moved his lips and waved his phone casually.

People always tended to fill in the blanks with their own assumptions. Who knew what Feng Chengling might have imagined?

But either way, he’d fill in what he wanted to believe. Song Yuyan was fairly sure Feng Chengling felt something special for him; that’s the only reason he dared tease him like this.

It was fun—and it helped build rapport.

When Song Yuyan walked into the dorm room, his entire expression was glowing. He had enjoyed a perfect day, full of joy and triumph.

He felt like he’d forgotten something. Oh well—if he couldn’t remember, he wouldn’t bother trying. Time to sleep.

He kept the ease for himself and left the anxiety and frustration for someone else.

Ha, he really was a bad person. Supposedly, bad people couldn’t be protagonists—so he ended up being the supporting character in all three main leads’ stories.

But when the story was over, Song Yuyan closed his eyes and curved his lips into a smile.

When the plot ended, he would be the protagonist.

The protagonist of his own life. A life he would take control of!

Meanwhile, Song Yuyan slept soundly—just as he said he would—leaving all the fretting to the “main character.”

Feng Chengling pursed his lips and worked on some documents. He planned to start his own business in the future, but it wasn’t something you could just jump into on a whim. Gathering information and building up initial capital had already taken him a great deal of effort.

After finishing his tasks, he lay down to sleep. Holding his phone, he looked at Song Yuyan’s WeChat, which he had pinned to the top. But he hadn’t received any new messages.

He waited a while, then typed a short message:

Feng Chengling: “Good night.”

He waited again. He kept picking up the phone, but there were no new notifications.

He knew there wouldn’t be—but still, he checked several times. His mind was a mess. After confirming once again there were no messages, he finally put the phone down.

If this kept up, he wouldn’t get any sleep tonight.

Maybe Song Yuyan had just forgotten. His life was different—more lively. He was constantly interacting with people and things. Forgetting a passing comment wasn’t unusual.

Feng Chengling tried to comfort himself with that thought and slowly drifted off.

But… if Song Yuyan had really said he missed him, he wouldn’t have forgotten to send a message, right?

Even if love eventually fades, it couldn’t fade that fast, could it?

Had he misunderstood?

Was that not what Song Yuyan had said at all? Feng Chengling thought about the way his lips had moved—what had he actually been mouthing?

Surely not… blowing him a kiss?

Actually, thinking about it… not impossible.

Feng Chengling analyzed it over and over again, trying to logically deduce this one tormenting answer.

He hadn’t even figured out whether Song Yuyan loved him (spoiler: no) before the sun came up.

Suddenly, his phone vibrated loudly like a late bird flapping its wings.

Feng Chengling looked at the screen. His floating thoughts finally found solid ground.

There it was—on the screen—a message from a familiar name.

Song Yuyan: “Good morning.”

That’s right. A “good morning” sticker. Something cute, meant to cover up his guilt.

Last night, before going to bed, Song Yuyan had a nagging feeling he was forgetting something.

Then he got carried away chatting with the system and completely forgot to message Feng Chengling.

It wasn’t until he saw Feng Chengling’s “good night” that morning that he finally remembered.

Now, guilt was almost drowning him.

What kind of person was he? Not only was he not being proactive in the strategy, he’d somehow flipped it so Feng Chengling was the one actively approaching and pursuing him.

And after Feng Chengling had sent him a sweet, heartfelt “good night,” all he could do was send a late “good morning.”

Hopefully the main character wouldn’t hold it against him. He’d just have to pamper him extra today.

Thinking that, Song Yuyan couldn’t help but smile.

The system, though confused, admired how self-satisfied its host could be.

Not sure if it was guilt or something else, but Song Yuyan sent Feng Chengling several messages throughout the day.

They were mostly mundane—“class started,” “another class,” “class is over,” “what are you eating for lunch?”—but even if he thought they were pointless, Feng Chengling certainly didn’t.

Feng Chengling’s smile was noticeably wider than usual.

He had classes too, and his friends noticed something was up.

Li He and the others exchanged glances, all conveying the same message through their eyes:

Master! Legend! Worship! God-tier! Peak of existence!

Basically, no way was he still human.

What kind of normal person could make the usually cool and distant Feng Chengling smile like that?

Feng Chengling didn’t think there was anything strange. He just smiled a little, and replied:

Feng Chengling: “If you don’t know what to eat, we can decide together. Take your time.”

When Song Yuyan saw the reply, he was unfazed—but the system nearly had a meltdown.

“The reply is over 15 characters long! Feng Chengling actually sent a message with more than 15 characters!”

Song Yuyan rolled his eyes. “So what?”

What was the big deal?

The system wanted to shake his shoulders and scream, Of course it’s a big deal! This was communication-impaired Feng Chengling! Normally, he only says things like “Mm” or “Ah.” But it knew that explaining all that wouldn’t sway its stubborn host.

With its usual strange competitiveness, the system actually went and checked.

Soon, it came back happily.

“Host, did you know? 15 characters is a big deal! Even online article summaries can’t go over 15 characters!”

Song Yuyan: “…You’re amazing. Really.”

Satisfied, the system backed off with its virtual CPU overheating.

Its host really knew how to provide emotional value. So warm and gentle.

…

Midday arrived.

It was time for lunch.

As soon as the class bell rang, students swarmed out of the building.

Song Yuyan waited a while on purpose, getting up a few minutes later.

He did like excitement, but he didn’t like crowds or long lines.

He ambled outside the teaching building and didn’t immediately see Feng Chengling.

“Did Feng Chengling forget?” he thought. “We agreed to have lunch together…”

Anything was possible. After all, he had gotten so wrapped up chatting with the system last night, he forgot to send a message.

If Feng Chengling was busy and forgot about their lunch plans, it wouldn’t be that surprising either.

Song Yuyan pulled out his phone. Whatever—he could just call.

Right as he was about to tap the WeChat call, someone lightly tapped his shoulder.

Song Yuyan turned around—and came face to face with Feng Chengling.

Feng Chengling’s face was sharply defined, as if sculpted by a master craftsman. Just standing there, he looked like a symbol of power and beauty.

And right now, that beautiful face was looking at him.

Feng Chengling lowered his hand and rubbed his fingers together, saying, “I was standing right there. Maybe you didn’t see me.”

Following Feng Chengling’s gaze, Song Yuyan realized he had been standing on a slightly elevated platform.

Song Yuyan hadn’t even thought to look that way.

So he’d missed him entirely.

“Ling-ge, you’re full of surprises.”

Feng Chengling pressed his lips together. How could he explain? There were too many people coming out—he didn’t want to miss him, so he stood where he’d be easier to spot.

They began walking together.

Song Yuyan glanced at Feng Chengling and noticed the dark circles under his eyes.

Even main characters get dark circles if they pull an all-nighter.

“You didn’t sleep well last night?”

Feng Chengling looked at the culprit, who was still wearing an innocent expression.

It made him want to pinch him.

But he didn’t dare. Their relationship hadn’t reached that level. Touching him like that might seem inappropriate.

Feng Chengling’s fingers twitched slightly. His gaze deepened. “Mm.”

He didn’t open his mouth—just gave a soft hum from his nose.

It carried an intimate, syrupy warmth that lingered in Song Yuyan’s ears.

“I couldn’t sleep,” Feng Chengling continued. “So now you see the result.”

“During class, I kept dozing off—my head nearly hit the desk a few times.”

He sighed.

“Want some coffee?” Song Yuyan tilted his head. “That’s all I can think of—coffee, Red Bull… oh, or iced tea.”

Feng Chengling was taller than him, and standing against the light, his face was hard to make out.

Song Yuyan was 180 cm. Feng Chengling looked to be around 187.

Usually, when they walked together, he didn’t feel anything—but just then, he suddenly sensed a bit of pressure.

Unclear and vague. Maybe it was because he couldn’t see his face clearly—Feng Chengling suddenly felt unfamiliar.

Until Feng Chengling reached out and gently placed his hand on Song Yuyan’s head—just hovering there. That simple, affectionate gesture dispelled the unfamiliarity.

“I thought you’d tell me to take a nap,” Feng Chengling chuckled. “Didn’t expect your brain only had coffee, Red Bull, and tea in it…”

“We’ve got classes and things to do. If I want to stay awake, those are the only things that come to mind,” Song Yuyan replied. Then he added, “But if you want to nap after lunch, I can stay with you.”

“Really?” Feng Chengling smiled. “Thanks.”

After lunch at the cafeteria, they found an empty classroom. Feng Chengling laid his head on the desk while Song Yuyan sat beside him.

Bored, Song Yuyan played with his phone. Before long, he started to feel drowsy too. He put down his phone and rested his head on the desk.

He hadn’t planned to sleep—but the quiet atmosphere and Feng Chengling’s steady, gentle breathing lulled him into closing his eyes.

That was when Feng Chengling opened his.

He stared silently at Song Yuyan, gaze unwavering.