After the White Moonlight Got the Full Script

[From August 15, chapters 24 onward will be locked for paid readers.]

Every story has people like them.

They are dazzlingly talented, the center of everyone's attention.

They are the moon in the sky, forever out of reach, the beloved one no one can hold on to.

But their stories always end in misery.

The better ending is to die alone. The worse one is to die without a whole corpse.

They are called stepping stones for the protagonists' romance.

When these beloved ones get their hands on the plot, they say:

“I'm not going to be part of your little game!”

World One: The beloved who returns from abroad in a CEO romance × the poor, hardworking underdog (served piping hot) [Bai Chuxian × Su Que]

You are the beloved in a CEO romance. You're supposed to return from abroad at the destined moment, causing a misunderstanding between the protagonist couple and subjecting them to 18,000 chapters of angst. The protagonist bottom dies on the operating table, and the protagonist top eventually chops you to death.

Now, you've decided to return home early.

World Two: The fake young master beloved by all in a supernatural story × the beautiful, minor-character spirit master (served piping hot) [Yu Fang × Pei Mu]

You are the beloved in a supernatural story, a background character who sleeps through the whole plot and a teammate sacrificed in the finale.

Now, you've woken up early.

World Three: The sickly hostage prince who dies young in an old-school political intrigue story × the arrogant warlord of a chaotic age (served piping hot) [Zhuo Changyu × Ying Buran]

You are a crown prince, a discarded pawn, a tool who helps someone else take the throne before quietly passing away yourself.

Now, choose your path: be a tool, be the blade in someone else's hand, or be the one wielding the blade.

World Four: The beloved who dies young in a sci-fi story × the colorful, two-faced future villain (served piping hot) [Chu Ran × Tu Yang]

You are a genius who clawed your way off a garbage planet, a shield for class conflict, a handful of earth burying the ugly truth.

Now, the story hasn't begun yet, and there's still a chance to change everything.

World Five: The many “icebergs” beloved in a cultivation story

× the carefree junior uncle (served piping hot) [Cui Zhenliu × Zhang Zhiyu]

World Six: System episodes, bonus chapters

Since this is a locked-for-paid-readers volume, the subscription rate is set to just 30%.

I didn't originally plan to write a story about the System. I added it later because I felt bad about all the times I went on hiatus during serialization. It may contain details that contradict the established setting and isn't connected to the main story.

[Major content warnings]

The specific worlds are undecided. They may not appear in this order, and not all of them are guaranteed to be written.

A mountain of author-created details.

The author enjoys all sorts of things, and all kinds of traits might appear without warning. Readers, please grab your crash helmets before diving in.

There may be various queer side couples in the story.

My ships are endgame, just so you know. Please, please let the dream demons who split them up or reverse their pairings stay away. Comments like that will be deleted, and provocative jokes are not welcome.

[Coming soon 1]: Your Nemesis Could Never Be Your Wife

Xie Lingkong was the undisputed darling of the heavens. He came from a good family, had excellent talent, and worked hard. He was first in everything he did, from childhood onward.

Then he met Chu Xun,

a commoner from the slums.

He was more talented than Xie Lingkong, worked even harder, and stole every first-place finish from him.

Young Master Xie had never suffered such an indignity!

He put everything he had into catching up, but in the end earned himself the title of perennial runner-up.

Xie Lingkong was furious.

Xie Lingkong was heartbroken.

Xie Lingkong was powerless.

Xie Lingkong decided he would never be able to beat Chu Xun in a military career, so the young master, tired of always losing, decided to turn over a new leaf.

This young master was going into politics!

Years later, Young Master Xie was the warden of an obscure island prison. Among the new arrivals was a tall man with blue hair and red eyes.

“?”

It was Chu Xun.

Unlike the infuriating look he had worn when dragging Xie Lingkong out of a mech cockpit, and unlike the high-spirited confidence he'd had when he ranked first on the list of young talents, Chu Xun now looked like a...

loser.

Xie Lingkong licked his canine tooth, feeling a wicked impulse stir inside him. After all, who could resist seeing a former nemesis who used to have the upper hand brought low and trampled underfoot?

Young Master Xie certainly couldn't.

This is an enemies-to-lovers story, and neither of them is a good person. They'll stab each other before falling in love, and occasionally stab each other even afterward. If that's not your cup of tea, please move along. No hard feelings.

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[Coming soon 2] Is Your System Even Legit?

[Unhinged fiction, no logic, don't read if you dislike that]

Mei Qian spent thirteen years hiding and struggling to survive in the apocalypse in his previous life, only to end up eaten by zombies.

Well, dying was dying. His quality of life had been so bad that there was no point in living anyway.

But, unfortunately, he came back to life.

Well, if he was alive, he was alive. But then he got bound to a System, and the System was crazy. It was called “I'll Damn Well Grow Some Crops.”

Why grow crops? Was this Plants vs. Zombies?

Mei Qian smiled. “Any chance we're supposed to fight zombies?”

The System waved a hand. “No problem. Close enough!”

Everyone knows plants need water.

The plants provided by the System were especially picky and needed to be watered with a particular spirit spring.

As luck would have it, the System accidentally split in two, and the other half, carrying the spirit spring, ended up with Mei Qian's nemesis.

Mei Qian smiled the smile of a dead man. “See how swollen his face is? Guess who hit him five minutes ago? Freshly done.”

The System hid its head like a turtle, but Mei Qian wanted to live!

So he carried a stool over, endured the murderous glare of his nemesis, and shamelessly sidled up to him.

“Bro, could you cry for me?”

His nemesis slowly formed a “?”

There was a strange duo at the Dawn Survivor Base.

Everyone else fought with dazzlingly colorful supernatural powers, but these two...

One pulled out a little stool and cried.

The other scattered some seeds and laughed.

The seeds in the ground shot up, and in the blink of an eye, the zombies were gone.

Everyone else slowly formed a “?”

Reader's note

Unhinged, self-indulgent writing.

Not friendly to fans of either top or bottom.

If you don't like it, you can insult me. No need to leave right away. Nobody reads my obscure little story, and I'm lonely.

Theme: Don't wear yourself out overthinking