What to Do If the White Moonlight Omega Falls in Love with Me - Chapter 25

August 30th marked the day of the freshman military training exhibition. The event consisted of three parts: the marching entrance, the shouting of slogans, and a military physical arts (Jun Ti Quan) performance. With over 3,500 students divided into twelve groups of ten classes each, the atmosphere was electric.

The entrance and slogans happened simultaneously, with each group of ten classes allotted eight minutes to take their positions, five minutes for the physical arts routine, and two minutes for the exit—a fifteen-minute cycle per group that would span three hours in total.

Preparations began at 6:00 AM. Yuan Chu had managed to secure the first performance slot for her class. They would take the field at 7:00 AM sharp, head to breakfast immediately after, and return at 10:00 AM for the school leadership’s commencement speech.

This was likely the last time Yuan Chu would drill them. “At attention! At ease.”

Everyone stood ramrod straight, hands flat against their thighs, devoid of any unnecessary movement. Even their training uniforms were perfectly pressed. The rising sun caught the side of their faces, casting long shadows on the ground—a scene of burgeoning vitality.

Yuan Chu held a flag with both hands, her expression solemn. “Cha Yuxuan, step forward.”

“Yes, Instructor!” Cha Yuxuan took a small step out, ran to Yuan Chu’s side, and accepted the flag.

The flag featured a light green background with a design that incorporated a stylized version of the School of Architecture’s landmark building, a three-dimensional composition, and a pencil positioned at the top center. It perfectly blended the elements of the Architecture Department with the unique identity of Class One. This flag was the result of a democratic vote held ten days prior, where everyone had submitted their designs.

The performance began precisely at 7:00 AM. In the stands sat a scattering of upperclassmen in civilian clothes. Yan Qingran was in her usual spot, shielded from the morning sun. Several people sat near her, including Su Meng and Na Liangcai, as this was the prime spot for photography.

Architecture Class One was the very first to appear. All eyes were on them. Cha Yuxuan took a deep breath and led the way, holding the class flag high. As rhythmic slogans echoed through the air, the sun broke through the clouds, draping them in a layer of golden light.

Yan Qingran had brought her camera today. Though she rarely took photos, she had a natural eye for timing and composition. Na Liangcai often called her a born photographer and wondered why she didn’t pursue it, but she only ever responded with a smile.

After Class One’s entrance, the subsequent classes seemed to lack a certain flair. It wasn’t until the music for the physical arts routine started that the crowd perked up again. A collective performance of three hundred people could easily look like chaos, but even from their position on the edge of the formation, Cha Yuxuan’s class stood out with their perfectly synchronized movements. Their flag fluttered more gallantly than any other.

As soon as they finished, Yan Qingran packed her camera and left through the side exit. Thunderous applause echoed over the playground—a silent but powerful validation of their hard work.

The Silent Departure

By the time she reached the area where they kept their water bottles and phones, Cha Yuxuan finally relaxed. The students looked around for their instructor, but Yuan Chu was nowhere to be found.

A message from Yuan Chu popped up on her phone: “Tell the class to go get breakfast. Remind them to be back for assembly at 10:00 AM.”

As Cha Yuxuan relayed the message, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but she had a feeling Yuan Chu wouldn’t be coming back. Just as the older students had said: instructors arrive quietly and leave even more quietly.

Indeed, Yuan Chu was already on her way home. Driving her was Yan Qingran. Their families lived in the same residential complex—a prestigious area funded by the state, reserved as a reward for those who made significant contributions to their fields.

Yan Qingran felt a mix of familiarity and estrangement as they approached. Seeing her park on the roadside outside the gates, Yuan Chu asked, “You’re not going in to see the Old Man?”

Yan Qingran gripped the steering wheel. “I have things to do this afternoon.”

Yuan Chu scoffed. “Give me a break. What could you possibly have to do? Did you have a falling out with him?”

“Do you think that’s likely?” Yan Qingran asked calmly.

Yuan Chu considered it. “In the past, no. But I feel like you and the Old Man will clash sooner or later because of Zhuang Wei.” She looked at Yan Qingran with a heavy expression. “Given your social style, you should prepare early. There’s never a shortage of people around her.”

“I know.” Yan Qingran’s expression remained unreadable—her usual mask of calm in the face of crisis.

Yuan Chu patted her shoulder as she unbuckled her seatbelt. “Win some, lose some. You should think a bit more about yourself.”

As Yuan Chu walked away, Yan Qingran sat in silence. Win some, lose some. The logic held, but they had only known each other for such a short time. How could she be sure this was the person to spend a lifetime with? Many people can make your heart skip a beat, but few can walk with you until the end. As a rational person, Yan Qingran liked to weigh values, but this situation had already exceeded her ability to calculate.

She turned the car back into the flow of traffic, her destination slightly changed.

A “Relaxing” Reward

Massage is a popular way to unwind, using techniques to stimulate pressure points, improve circulation, and eliminate fatigue. On the afternoon of the 30th and throughout the 31st, the freshmen were free. Cha Yuxuan invited Yan Qingran for a massage.

This was Yan Qingran’s first time being brought to such a place by someone younger than her. They entered a refined room with two beds and the faint scent of sandalwood. Cha Yuxuan spoke with the staff to select the service and technicians. Soon, they were left alone in the room.

“We have to take our clothes off,” Cha Yuxuan explained.

Yan Qingran nodded slightly, showing she understood.

“I mean, everything,” Cha Yuxuan added.

Before she could say another word, Yan Qingran immediately pulled the curtain between the two beds. The fabric was semi-transparent, similar to frosted glass. Yan Qingran turned her head away conservatively, her ears turning a bright red.

“I’m undressing now.” Cha Yuxuan quickly stripped, placed her clothes in a basket, and lay face down on the bed with a large towel covering her back.

Yan Qingran hummed in response, only undressing once the technicians arrived. The blind technicians were mostly silent, and with the curtain between them, the two girls didn’t talk. Occasional rustles were the only sounds in the small room.

Half an hour later, as the session neared its end, Cha Yuxuan’s technician spoke up. “We also offer a special technique that involves light pressure on the gland and surrounding tissue to relieve stress. It allows you and your partner to experience pleasure through the mingling of pheromones without direct contact. Would you like to try it?”

What?! Mingling pheromones for pleasure? That’s a thing?!

Before they could react, Yan Qingran’s technician chimed in, “Today is our Member Day. If you sign up for a membership card, all today’s services are 25% off. This technique is very comfortable and won’t harm the glands. Our methods are certified by medical institutions. Would you like to try?”

It sounded like a total gimmick to Yan Qingran. Moreover, since they weren’t a couple, it was out of the question. “No thanks,” she said firmly.

With her refusal, the technicians turned their hopes to Cha Yuxuan. She declined the special massage but agreed to the membership card, praising their skill and saying she’d return.

The Night Before Eighteen

On the drive back, Cha Yuxuan was drowsy. Yan Qingran had planned to ask about her birthday plans for the next day, but the little one was already fast asleep, her head tilted against the seat. Between the early mornings of military training and her recent differentiation, her body was clearly exhausted.

Yan Qingran turned off the music and lowered the sun visor. Despite her best efforts to drive smoothly, the car jolted over the speed bumps at the school gate. Cha Yuxuan blinked her eyes open, her voice soft and milky. “Are we at school?”

“Mm.” Yan Qingran felt a twinge of regret. If she hadn’t woken up, she could have watched her sleep for a moment longer.

Cha Yuxuan adjusted the visor. “Come over to my place tomorrow afternoon. We’re having a backyard BBQ in the evening, followed by birthday cake.”

The little one is finally coming of age. Yan Qingran’s lips curled up. “What time?”

“Whenever you want. My brother and mom already know you.” Cha Yuxuan stretched her limbs. “They probably won’t be back until 5:00 PM.”

Yan Qingran looked at her. “Whenever I want? Do I have special privileges?”

“Of course,” Cha Yuxuan said as if it were obvious. “Because we’re the closest.”

Yan Qingran wanted to hear: Because we’re more than just friends. But she knew she couldn’t rush. “Then I’ll come at 3:00 PM to help you prep the BBQ?”

Cha Yuxuan gave her a double “OK” and a playful wink. “Great! I’d love some free labor.”

As they reached the dorm, Yan Qingran reminded her, “Get some good rest tonight.” She knew many people would be waiting until midnight to message her, but she hoped the girl would sleep through until dawn to wake up at eighteen.

Cha Yuxuan leaned against the car door, playfully complaining that the Senior was “bossier than a boyfriend,” before teasing that she was letting the air conditioning escape.

“Let’s talk on WeChat,” Cha Yuxuan said as a final parting. “I’ll save you some money on the AC bill.”

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