The White Moonlight of Three Male Leads - Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Yi Xiang Sui

Song Yuyan and Yi Xiang Sui walked side by side into the classroom.

Many classmates were surprised to see someone beside Yi Xiang Sui, but once they realized it was Song Yuyan, the surprise faded.

Teenagers got familiar with each other quickly. Even if they hadn’t known each other long, everyone had a rough sense of what kind of people their classmates were.

Usually, when people talked to Yi Xiang Sui, he responded slowly and seemed disinterested. From the beginning of the school year, he had always kept to himself. He didn’t seem like someone who could make friends easily.

But if it was Song Yuyan, then it wasn’t strange at all.

There were people with social anxiety, and of course, there were people who were socially fearless. Song Yuyan could talk to anyone in class and seemed to get along with everyone. If one day he walked into the classroom chatting and laughing with the homeroom teacher, no one would be surprised.

Social butterflies were beyond comprehension.

Yi Xiang Sui went to his seat and, as usual, laid down on his desk, ignoring the glances from nearby classmates and staring blankly at Song Yuyan, who had already sat down.

Song Yuyan genuinely enjoyed his time at school.

For others, student life might be dull and boring, but this was the youth he had once missed. Now that he had a second chance, he cherished it more than anyone.

Even the most boring classes gave him a sense of fulfillment—his brain swelling with knowledge.

Ultimately, he wasn’t naturally gifted at studying. He had no talent for being a top student, and just because he was lucky enough to start over didn’t mean he magically became smart.

Song Yuyan pursed his lips. But so what? One must do what fits their role. He was a student now—should he be chasing Yi Xiang Sui every day instead of studying?

That wouldn’t make him a “White Moonlight”—that’d make him a simp.

Everyone knew simps get nothing in the end.

Besides, life needed some form of obsession. And compared to those who didn’t study at all, he was already doing well.

Not that he was aiming at Yi Xiang Sui—even though Yi Xiang Sui really didn’t like studying.

But they were on different tracks anyway. Yi Xiang Sui was a born winner. Song Yuyan only needed to compare himself to who he was yesterday. After comforting himself with that thought, Song Yuyan sat up straighter.

Campus life was full of youthful energy—it made people feel alive.

And time flew when you were enjoying yourself.

The final school bell rang.

Song Yuyan stood up from his seat and glanced out the window. Night had already fallen, and only a few scattered lights twinkled in the darkness.

He grabbed his backpack and turned around to see Yi Xiang Sui behind him, raising a brow in surprise.

“What kind of look is that?” Yi Xiang Sui frowned slightly.

After he spoke, he instinctively held his breath, his ears heating up.

It had only been a few days, but he’d already developed a habit—Song Yuyan always said the strangest things. They made his face flush, yet he liked hearing them in a strangely masochistic way.

Song Yuyan didn’t know what was swirling around in Yi Xiang Sui’s mind.

He just shrugged. “Didn’t expect to still see you here. I thought you’d left already!”

The main character was like a rocket when school ended—the dismissal bell might as well be a starting gun.

Yi Xiang Sui remembered how he’d bolted off the past few days and felt a bit awkward, knowing exactly why he’d acted that way.

“Right, why didn’t you leave today?”

“I was waiting for you,” Yi Xiang Sui said. When he saw that Song Yuyan didn’t seem to expect that answer, his confidence suddenly returned.

Yi Xiang Sui’s voice was crisp and clear, like the moon hanging on a high tree branch outside the window.

“I was waiting for you!”

He smiled faintly, and to Song Yuyan, it looked like dozens of fireflies dancing under the moonlight.

Yi Xiang Sui leaned forward, closing the distance between them, resting his hands on the desk. “We’re friends—you said so earlier. Don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten?”

“I haven’t forgotten. We’re friends!” Song Yuyan said, with firm conviction.

Song Yuyan: “I regret it!”

He wanted to beat his chest and stomp his feet. Just because the main character was a high schooler, he’d hesitated to make a move—how much was he missing out on?!

He had to fall in love—no matter what. If he didn’t date during high school, then after graduation, he’d definitely make it happen!

One day, two days—as many as it took!

But not falling in love? Not an option!

The little devil in Song Yuyan’s heart had awakened. On the outside, he smiled even more brightly at Yi Xiang Sui. When he smiled, his eyes curved like crescent moons, glittering like a galaxy.

Under a starry sky filled with brilliant light, the only silhouette in his heart was Yi Xiang Sui’s.

“Let’s go!”

The two of them walked out of the classroom, and somehow, Yi Xiang Sui gave off a vibe that kept others at bay.

Song Yuyan was in a good mood. Maybe he could hitch a ride with Yi Xiang Sui?

Yi Xiang Sui wasn’t like those miserable protagonists in angsty novels—his background and looks lived up to his title as heaven’s favored son.

Money was just a number to him. Even living back in his hometown, he was never short on cash.

They had walked to school that morning, but maybe the main character had just been in the mood for a stroll. Surely someone would come pick him up tonight?

Song Yuyan didn’t live far from school. He was just curious about Yi Xiang Sui’s life.

Understanding someone often started by stepping into their space.

And the inside of a car? That was still “space”—even better, it was enclosed.

As they approached the school gates, Yi Xiang Sui noticed Song Yuyan had stopped walking.

Yi Xiang Sui asked, puzzled, “Come on. Just standing there—what are you looking at? You think you can see your house from here?”

Song Yuyan let out an “oh” and caught up.

They strolled slowly, unaware that many onlookers were watching with complicated expressions.

Song Yuyan was popular, and most classmates who knew him would at least greet him. But when their eyes moved to Yi Xiang Sui’s perfect face—especially that slightly raised chin—they’d scoff and turn away.

Yi Xiang Sui remained silent. He never liked crowds anyway, so others keeping their distance suited him just fine.

He wasn’t good at small talk either. Most of their interactions were initiated by Song Yuyan. Now, with Song Yuyan quieter, he thought things would be awkward.

But strangely, he found this silence… comfortable.

Song Yuyan didn’t seem the least bit awkward. Of course not—he already knew the kind of person the protagonist was. Yi Xiang Sui was a creator.

In the future, he’d become a singing legend, writing his own songs. And his personality matched his talent—deeply sensitive and fragile, prideful and aloof, often lost in his own world.

So Yi Xiang Sui zoning out wasn’t strange to Song Yuyan at all.

In fact, he quite enjoyed the sense of total understanding and control he had over him.

In this unfamiliar world, Yi Xiang Sui was the only person he truly knew.

He could even read Yi Xiang Sui’s expressions and see that he, too, was enjoying this peaceful moment.

“Where do you live?” Yi Xiang Sui suddenly stopped and asked.

He looked at the boy in front of him, who turned to meet his gaze with eyebrows raised in the moonlight and streetlamp glow.

His heart thumped violently.

He really liked this feeling—of breathing freely, and of Song Yuyan, who gave him that freedom.

“Building 5, Unit 3, Xinglan Community,” Song Yuyan answered.

Yi Xiang Sui took a moment to register.

Wait, wasn’t that his neighborhood?

“We live in the same community?”

“Hm?” Song Yuyan deliberately acted dramatic. “We live in the same community? What a coincidence!”

Then, seeing Yi Xiang Sui’s face subtly shift again, Song Yuyan suppressed the sudden quickening of his heartbeat. No, he couldn’t get nervous now. If he didn’t flirt now, when would he?

He curved his lips slightly, his voice like a whisper, “So… it must be fate that we’re friends.”

He looked straight into Yi Xiang Sui’s eyes as he spoke.

Yi Xiang Sui’s eyes were deep and black, like a misty, endless sea in the dark.

Song Yuyan turned and continued walking. “Come on!”

Song Yuyan: “I know exactly what Yi Xiang Sui is thinking.”

System: “?”

Song Yuyan: “Young, tender, and shy love.”

He chuckled softly to himself.

He had been nervous before. He didn’t know if Yi Xiang Sui liked him too—he worried he might fail his mission. But now that he had a glimpse into the boy’s heart, he wasn’t nervous anymore.

He could fully enjoy this sweet, ambiguous space that hovered between friendship and love.

It was a distinct feeling—you could always tell whether someone truly saw you as just a friend or had feelings beyond that.

When the other person fell too, that’s when you dared to gamble more—and give more.

Falling in love was the beginning of being controlled.

“The wise don’t fall in love—because love turns people into fools.”

Song Yuyan repeated this silently in his heart, and when he looked back to see Yi Xiang Sui catching up with long strides, he smiled with a bright, innocent joy.