After pulling an all-nighter to finish my thesis, I picked up my phone. The screen reflected the dark circles under my eyes and my weary gaze. "White moonlight, my foot," I grumbled to myself, "how could the male lead be so utterly smitten with her?" Then I caught sight of the frantic comments scrolling past. "The female lead is pregnant, and the white moonlight has to come back now. The male lead is definitely going to force her to abort the baby!" "What's the point of staying by his side for so many years? The moment the white moonlight returns, the female lead has to step aside!" Reading this, I almost burst out laughing—could I finally graduate and leave this mess? I secretly calculated: if it really played out as the comments predicted, getting my degree and moving far away for two years would be my way of thanking these "online relatives." However, the next day, the professor's rejection of my graduation application slapped me hard in the face. "Damn it!" I was so angry I almost threw the application. "I'm not doing this anymore! I'm going back home right now, and I'll mess up that stupid plot so badly that those comments and I can all be heartbroken together!" 1. Comments "Three years studying in Germany will be the most unforgettable seven years of your five-year study abroad experience." Anyone else feel me? I used to scoff at that sentence. But now, I just want to throttle my ignorant and fearless past self. Studying abroad in Germany, well, those who know, know. It's been two years since I first saw those comments. The first time, I thought I was hallucinating from overwork. Woke up, and the comments were still there. From them, I learned that I was apparently the male lead's "white moonlight" in a novel. The male lead, Brian Price, fell for me at first sight during a summer camp, but before he could even get close, the camp ended. From then on, I became his unforgettable white moonlight. And the female lead, Andrea Miller, was kept by Brian because her profile bore a slight resemblance to mine. According to the plot, two years ago, I would return home after completing my studies, coincidentally meeting Brian at the airport. Brian would abandon Andrea at the airport, chasing after me for my contact information. From then on, to leave a good impression on me, Brian would terminate his arrangement with Andrea. And Andrea, through Brian's repeated rejections, would finally realize she was just a substitute. Finally, heartbroken, she would "run away with the baby." Only then would Brian realize Andrea was his true love, and I was merely a childhood obsession he couldn't attain. Then, to win Andrea back, he would blacklist me, making it impossible for me to find work in Portside. Eventually, I'd be forced to leave town under a cloud of scandal, moving far away. Me, seeing my own ending: What the heck?! At first, seeing the comments, besides a mouthful of complaints, there was a hint of schadenfreude. Graduating was incredibly tough, even for an ace student like me, nearly making me bald. Finally, I saw a glimmer of hope for graduation in those comments. Who knew? The professor mercilessly shot down my thesis and rejected my graduation application. My world came crashing down. Damn those comments, giving me hope only to plunge me into despair! From then on, I was half-skeptical about what the comments said. And of course, the comments uniformly blamed me for being "too weak" to even get my diploma, calling me a fraud and saying the author played favorites with me! From then on, the comments became polarized. Those who initially begged me not to return home were now begging me to come back because the plot had stagnated. The male and female leads were still awkwardly testing each other, neither willing to take the first step. Another group believed in some unknown deity, claiming this deity was protecting the male and female leads, preventing me, the white moonlight, from returning home and interfering with them. They just wanted to see the push-and-pull of the "ambiguous phase." Heh, human joy and sorrow are not interconnected, and neither are their brains. I found it hard to understand the comments' thought process. 2. Airport Two years later, with the comments increasingly in agreement, begging me to return home to propel the plot forward, I successfully graduated. My first stop back in the country was Southport. Heh heh, I specifically avoided Portside Airport. They called me a fraud, but I refuse to believe that changing my location would still lead me to the male and female leads. "Huh, why is the secondary female lead in Southport? Shouldn't she be going to Portside?" "If the secondary female lead doesn't go to Portside, how will she meet the male and female leads?" "Sometimes I wonder if she can see us talking about her." "Yeah, me too. Once, I cursed her for being too weak, and she suddenly looked up at me. Her glare almost flew through the screen. I nearly peed myself!" Heh, why don't you just drop dead? "Don't worry, the secondary female lead doesn't know the power of the plot. As long as she returns home, she'll inevitably meet the female lead. And then, the white moonlight will be nothing but a speck of dust!" Just as I caught a glimpse of what the comments were saying as I exited the station, my eyelid twitched, and a bad feeling surged through me. "Ah—" Focused on the comments, I didn't see someone in front of me and accidentally bumped into them. I quickly apologized, "I'm so sorry, are you okay?" The girl clutched her chest, looking up at me with red-rimmed eyes, her mouth pouting. Oh no, she's about to cry. I panicked, "You, don't cry. Where does it hurt? Should I rub it for you?" The moment the words left my mouth, the girl's hand dropped as if she'd heard something scandalous, and her face flushed crimson as she stared at me. I looked down. Oops, I was too casual. Living abroad, I'd gotten used to the openness of foreign women; my words hadn't gone through my brain. I glanced at the undulating curves on the girl's chest, then looked down at myself. Hmm, that curve certainly makes for an easy collision. Just as I looked down, the comments in front of me started scrolling again. "Female lead, sweetie!" "Sure enough, the plot god is irreversible." "Is the secondary female lead doing this on purpose? Such a big airport, and she just had to bump into the female lead." "Look at the secondary female lead's eyes. As expected, the female lead and secondary female lead are natural adversaries. She doesn't even know the female lead's identity yet, and she's already jealous of her." Heaven knows, that wasn't jealousy; it was pure, unadulterated envy from a flat-chested person for someone with a fuller bust. Goodness knows, missing the best growth period, how hard it is to get bigger later. "Male lead has arrived, the plot has begun." "High drama ahead! The male lead is about to abandon our girl for the white moonlight for the first time." Seeing the spoiler comments, I looked up. A man in a suit was scanning the crowd, searching for something. Realizing I was about to be entangled in this bizarre plot, I quickly tried to find a way to escape. Slipping on my sunglasses, I apologized to the female lead in front of me, "I'm sorry, I have to go." Before she could say anything, I quickly grabbed my luggage, ready to bolt. "Andrea Miller!" The female lead's body trembled. Reflexively, she grabbed my luggage. I pulled. It wouldn't budge? "Please let go, I'm in a hurry." Andrea awkwardly released my luggage and explained, "I wasn't paying attention. It wasn't intentional." Saying that, her eyes reddened again. What's with this? A tear-incontinence condition? I waved my hand. "It's fine." Unfortunately, before I could escape the battlefield, the male lead had already arrived in front of us. "Andrea Miller, you've got some nerve, running away from home!" Andrea flinched, not speaking. The man was about to explode when he noticed me, the sneaky one trying to escape. "Lupe?" I pretended not to hear, solely focused on fleeing this battlefield. But Brian grabbed my suitcase. What's wrong with these people? They all like to grab people's suitcases. "Why are you running? It's me, Brian Price." Taking a deep breath, I turned, took off my sunglasses, and forced a fake smile. "Brian Price? I'm sorry, I just got back to the country. I don't quite remember you." Did you hear that? I don't remember you, so don't get familiar! Brian's face seemed to twist, but he quickly smiled. "Don't remember? That's okay, let's reintroduce ourselves. I'm Brian Price. We attended the same summer camp years ago." "Here it comes, the love triangle." "Male lead, look back! The female lead is about to cry." "Sure enough, the white moonlight's destructive power in the early stages is too great. Where the white moonlight is, the male lead can't even see the female lead." It was the comments that reminded me of Andrea. Sure enough, just as the comments predicted, Andrea stood behind Brian, her eyes red, looking at us as if about to burst into tears. My head throbbed. This cursed plot, there was no escaping it. "Alright, alright, I remember now. I have things to do, and you should too. Let's part ways here." With that, I grabbed my suitcase, ready to leave. Brian once again grabbed my suitcase. "Old classmate, don't be in such a hurry to leave. I'm free now. Can I give you a ride?" Me: ... 3. Numb I'm really tired. I tried to leave three times and failed. Numb, I was enthusiastically pulled into the car by Brian. The female lead was also inside. "What's going on? I missed one part, how did the plot change so much?" "Seriously, I was shocked when the female lead got in the car. The male lead didn't actually abandon her." "Just get used to it. The plot wasn't warped in a day." The comments were dense, mirroring my current mood. Goodness gracious! The male lead drove upfront, and the female lead and I stared blankly at each other in the back. The car was silent. Luckily, Brian was a natural at socializing and spoke first, "Lupe, what a coincidence. You just got back today, and we ran into each other. You left summer camp so suddenly back then. Although we weren't close, we were classmates for a while. Why did you suddenly leave?" I don't know if it was my imagination, but when Brian said "not close," his voice was particularly heavy, and he glanced meaningfully at the back. "Heh heh, family matters, of course I had to go back." Logically, I should have started another topic to ease the awkward atmosphere, but right now, I just wanted to play dead. Andrea, who had been silent the whole way, finally spoke, "Are you two feeling distant because of me? It's okay, you can pretend I'm not here." "??" My eyes snapped open. Andrea's tone... is the female lead like this? Distant? We're not even close, okay? Why is this plot so off? I looked at the comments again. Sure enough, if even I, a character in the story, felt something was off, the comments would be even more sensitive. "Something's off. Is the female lead being sarcastic? She must be." "The person upstairs isn't alone. How did the female lead's character change? Wasn't she supposed to be the strong, innocent type? Now she's a bit, hiss—" "Something's wrong. Let's keep watching." The comments were a blur, no useful information at all. Pfft, a bunch of useless things. Brian, on the other hand, was used to it. He drove with a normal expression. "Yes, everything you said is right." Andrea looked like she'd heard something unacceptable, and tears streamed down her face. "What kind of attitude is that? Annoyed? Let's break up!" I was dumbfounded. Brian slammed on the brakes. I lurched forward, hitting the seat in front of me. "Wait, maybe I should get out first, and you two can continue?" These crazy people, I don't know where this plot is going, but it seems like if I don't get out now, my life is going to hit a dead end. Andrea was unmoving, pressing down on my hand. "I was just joking, don't leave." Well, I'll be. In the blink of an eye, Andrea's tears were gone, and her eyes weren't even red anymore. I pulled my hand back, forcing a dry laugh. "You two are so humorous." A flicker of amusement crossed Andrea's eyes. I thought I'd seen wrong and stared at her for a while. She suddenly struck up a conversation with me, "Miss Thorne, why did you land in Southport? Brian is from Portside, and since you're classmates, I assume you're from Portside too." "Uh, yes, that's right. I had some business this time, transferring from Southport." Don't ask what business, just assume it's avoiding you two. Andrea pursued, "Is Miss Thorne's business finished? How about coming back to Portside with us?" I shook my head. "No, no, I'll be staying for two more days." Andrea seemed to suddenly remember something. "Brian, actually, I want to stay in Southport for two days too. Let's not rush off just yet." Brian: "You forgot, there's still..." "No, I want to play here for two days. If you don't keep me company, I'll find someone else to." A vein throbbed on Brian's forehead, but he eventually gave in to Andrea, agreeing through gritted teeth. I watched, utterly bewildered. The comments were just as confused, a screen full of question marks. Luckily, we soon arrived at the hotel. I quickly got out of the car, not daring to waste a second. "Alright, thanks for the ride. Hope to see you again sometime." Preferably never. This time, no one grabbed my luggage. I dragged it and ran, afraid of being a step too slow. Behind me, Andrea watched my hurried retreating figure, her mouth pouting. Brian glared at her, annoyed. "What are you looking at? You've become best friends in this short time? Why don't you two become sworn sisters? Save me the trouble of you going out and finding 'brothers' for me." "And get into the front seat already! Do you really think I'm your chauffeur?" Andrea ignored him, slumping across the back seat, closing her eyes to rest. Brian didn't push it and drove off.
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