What to Do If the White Moonlight Omega Falls in Love with Me - Chapter 30

Cha Yuxuan stepped out of the interview room with a look of quiet joy. She gathered her belongings from the waiting area, packing her bag slowly.

Should I just leave? She hesitated for a moment, lightly biting her lower lip. She slung her backpack over her shoulders and walked out. As the next group of interviewees filed in, she paused, glancing back into the room. The interviewers were conferring in low voices, but from her angle, the Senior was nowhere to be seen.

Cha Yuxuan let out a soft sigh and headed for the stairs. She was on the second floor of the Architecture building; near the entrance on the first floor, there was a large, double-sided mirror.

I guess I’ll go to the library and do some homework, she decided, quickening her pace. Her figure soon vanished around the corner.

Yan Qingran, scanning the hallway, chased after that silhouette. She ran downstairs, stopping with a touch of her signature “disordered beauty,” and caught Cha Yuxuan just before she reached the exit.

Cha Yuxuan looked startled, yet clearly happy.

Yan Qingran pointed toward the small garden nearby. “Can we talk for a bit?”

“Okay,” Cha Yuxuan replied softly.

The two walked one after the other into the small garden, a place famously frequented by couples. Some students waiting for interviews witnessed the scene, watching curiously as the two disappeared into the deeper shadows.

Deng Yingting curled her lip and let out a cold sneer. She raised her phone to snap a photo of their retreating backs, tapping away on her screen. Suddenly, she turned and retreated through the main gate, circling around toward another entrance to the garden.

Yan Qingran’s thoughts were a mess. She came to an uncertain halt. The moment she looked at Cha Yuxuan, the mental script she had prepared vanished completely. She struggled to find a topic in her memory. “Um… next weekend is the orientation gala. It’s also the Mid-Autumn Festival party.”

Wait, she brought me to such an atmospheric place just to tell me about a gala? Cha Yuxuan was momentarily confused, though she remained calm on the surface.

Though they were only a step apart, it felt like they were in different dimensions. The silence was deafening. Suddenly, Yan Qingran remembered the impulse that drove her to chase the girl out—that lipstick. She smiled slightly. “The lip color suits you well.”

Then she lapsed into silence again, feeling like a “straight man” trying too hard to strike up a conversation. I’m really not suited for taking the initiative, Yan Qingran thought, resisting the urge to facepalm.

Cha Yuxuan lowered her head, fidgeting with her fingers. “Thank you.”

Yan Qingran realized she couldn’t stay away from the interviews too long and went straight to the point. “Are you free this weekend?”

Cha Yuxuan pursed her lips and looked up at her, her expression unreadable.

Yan Qingran added, a bit flustered, “Just for a meal.” She shut her mouth immediately after, her usually composed face showing a rare flicker of anxiety.

Cha Yuxuan covered her face and let out a giggle. “Mm-hmm.”

Yan Qingran suggested, “We could go to the amusement park, or the aquarium, and then find a restaurant in one of the old streets.”

Cha Yuxuan nodded to each suggestion, a small smile playing on her lips. “You decide.”

“Then I’ll pick you up Sunday morning at nine. If your friends want to come along, well… let me think…”

“They won’t. Just come yourself.” Cha Yuxuan kept a straight face, but internally she was laughing and calling her a “silly goose.”

Yan Qingran nodded and turned slightly. “I should head back then.”

“Mm.” Cha Yuxuan watched the path they had come from, then reached out to grab the Senior’s wrist, showing a meaningful smile. “Should I call you President Yan from now on? Or Madam Chair?”

The tips of Yan Qingran’s ears turned a fiery red. “Just call me by my name,” she said awkwardly.

Cha Yuxuan let go, tilting her head thoughtfully. “That won’t do. I think I’ll still call you Sister Yan.”

Yan Qingran took two steps back, her back turned as she muttered, “Suit yourself.”

“Alright then,” Cha Yuxuan waved. “Bye-bye.”

Yan Qingran waved back and walked quickly away, disappearing into the darkness.

Cha Yuxuan exited the garden from a different direction, her steps light and her smile wider.

Meanwhile, Deng Yingting anonymously posted the photo she had taken to the school forum with a caption: “While going for interviews tonight, I accidentally caught the lead interviewer and a certain student having a ‘close exchange’ in the small garden [folded hands emoji][folded hands emoji].”

1L: Uh, aren’t those the two beauties from the Architecture College? 2L: I saw that video of them dancing together. Are they a couple now? Asking for a friend. 3L: “Cha-Yan-Yue-Se” shipper reporting for duty! Replying to the floor above: they’re definitely together.

Deng Yingting stared at her screen, her brow furrowing. Cha Yuxuan was more popular than she had imagined, and people were completely missing the intended “scandal” in her post. Furthermore, who were these “Cha-Yan-Yue-Se” shippers? She thought about it and was shocked. Are they really together? They even have a shipping name?

A wave of resentment washed over her. Why was it that Cha Yuxuan, who entered at the same time and differentiated later, got to have the best-looking Alpha in the entire college as a girlfriend?

Deng Yingting’s expression shifted several times before she decisively began tapping on her virtual keyboard again. Simultaneously, in the unofficial freshman group chat, someone posted an anonymous tip: “I heard there’s a ‘predetermined’ spot in the Student Union recruitment this year.”

Since the interviews were happening that night, many bored students saw the message. At first, most thought it was fake, but the thought lingered uncomfortably. The anonymous user then followed up: “But even if someone was predetermined, we’d never know.”

In the waiting room, people began exchanging looks and whispering. A few minutes later, the class monitor of the Urban Planning class—a male Beta known for being strictly impartial—posted a public message:

“As far as I know, those who helped the Student Union during orientation or are on good terms with the interviewers might get a ‘favorable impression’ bonus. But that’s just normal interpersonal networking; the interview process accounts for that.” He added, “Strictly speaking, it’s not a predetermined spot. I hope everyone stops spreading rumors.”

Dammit, Deng Yingting gripped her phone. Why was everyone defending her when she hadn’t even named names yet?

The anonymous user replied sarcastically, “So you mean if you know the lead interviewer, you can basically walk right into the Student Union?”

The silence broke as people began debating. Some felt this kind of assessment was biased against introverts; others argued the Student Union was a social organization by nature, so this was normal. Regardless of the heat, Deng Yingting couldn’t direct the flame toward Cha Yuxuan without naming her—and naming her was too risky.

Frustrated, she slammed her phone onto the chair next to her, looking livid. A tall, heavyset boy nearby tried to comfort her. “It’s okay. Whether you’re introverted or not doesn’t matter; if you have talent, you can still get into the technical departments.”

Deng Yingting glared at him gloomily and said nothing.

While the group chat was a battlefield of opinions, Cha Yuxuan was in the quiet library reading, completely unaware that she was the fulcrum of the entire discussion.

Time slipped by quietly, and soon it was Saturday night. The recruitment list had been released, and as expected, Cha Yuxuan was selected for the department closest to the Executive Committee—the Secretariat. However, the committee had only assigned small tasks and hadn’t called a meeting yet. This only made Cha Yuxuan’s urge to see Yan Qingran more urgent. Though she occasionally ran into her in the teaching buildings, they could only exchange brief greetings before rushing to their next classes.

Cha Yuxuan eventually fell asleep. She usually slept soundly, but tonight she dreamed of the afternoon she differentiated. Shifting through the memory of the things she had said—things that now made her want to hide in a hole—she suddenly felt a different emotion.

The Senior, a high-level Alpha, actually let me bite her gland?

Understanding the nature of Alphas now, the memory brought a surge of satisfaction and a tiny, fluttering joy to her heart.

Suddenly, Cha Yuxuan was jolted awake by a sharp pain at the back of her neck. Before she could savor that bit of sweetness, cold sweat soaked her back. The throbbing pain radiated through her body, causing her to spasm involuntarily.

Is it… a heat?

She struggled to think. But why was it painful instead of hot?

Through the bed curtains, the moonlight was faint; it was likely the middle of the night. She endured the pain and climbed down the ladder. Though she was quiet, she woke Yun Qi.

Yun Qi rolled over, thinking her roommate was just using the bathroom, but her nose caught the scent of pheromones at an abnormal concentration.

Oh no!

Yun Qi leaned over the edge of her bed and whispered, “Are you in heat?”

Cha Yuxuan nodded and slumped into her chair, lacking even the strength to reach for her suppressants. After the pain came an irresistible heat, as if she were on fire, melting into a loss of reason.

Yun Qi scrambled down to turn on the ventilation fan and rushed to her side. “Where are the suppressants?”

Cha Yuxuan’s hair was matted with sweat and her face was flushed. Her breath, thick with pheromones, came in gasps. “In the drawer.”

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