Pursuing Her Best Friend after Confession Failed-Chapter 107 - 89 Real Men Don’t Make Choices, I Want Them All (Please Subscribe)_2
Li Yuan looked at Zhong Tingyue’s stunning face, and his flirty nature resurfaced. "Really?"
Zhong Tingyue pursed her lips and nodded. "Really."
Li Yuan wasn’t very confident in his singing, but fortunately, the song "Nanshan South" didn’t require an exceptionally beautiful voice, making it a good fit for him.
"Let’s go to the soccer field up ahead. It’s quieter there."
"Okay," Zhong Tingyue agreed without hesitation.
The soccer field at Xia University was a high-end turf field where many students and couples would gather every evening. Even at ten-thirty at night, a few shadowy figures could still be seen on the field, huddled close together. As for what they were doing, Li Yuan could only look on with envy.
He wished for the same, but in his past life, he had missed too many opportunities. After graduating and starting work, that special campus atmosphere was completely gone whenever he returned. Every school’s soccer field has witnessed the tears and fluids born of the love and strife of countless couples... The soccer fields... they had silently borne far too much.
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Li Yuan and Zhong Tingyue arrived at the goal area of the soccer field. The lighting was dim, with only the soft glow of a crescent moon. There was no one around, so they didn’t have to worry about being overheard even if they sang loudly.
The two sat facing each other, and the atmosphere grew both charming and awkward.
Zhong Tingyue kept staring boldly into Li Yuan’s eyes, making him feel a bit embarrassed.
"Tingyue, don’t keep looking at me like that. It’s making me a bit flustered."
Zhong Tingyue’s lips curved into a light laugh, revealing two exceptionally bright and beautiful dimples. She took out a new Samsung phone, turned on its light, and gave it a little shake. "Senior, I’m waiting for you."
Li Yuan was startled and asked, a strange expression on his face, "Tingyue, you’re not planning to record this, are you?"
Zhong Tingyue nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "This is the song you wrote for me. Of course, I have to remember the lyrics and the tune. My memory isn’t the best, so I have to rely on technology."
Li Yuan wanted to protest but stopped when he saw Zhong Tingyue’s expectant face. I feel too embarrassed. Can we just not sing today?
He thought to himself, Singing is one thing, but recording it? If she plays it back for me later, I’ll die of social embarrassment on the spot.
Sensing his reluctance, Zhong Tingyue’s lips curled into a faint smile, her mood brightening considerably. "Senior, you can’t go back on your word. You promised me, and in return, I promised to grant you one small request."
Li Yuan felt helpless. He’d already made the grand promise, so what if he died of social embarrassment? Besides, he had lost all sense of shame since his rebirth anyway. He glanced at Zhong Tingyue’s flower-like beauty and thought to himself, After I finish singing, I’ll make an outrageous request just to scare her.
Clearing his throat, Li Yuan recalled the rhythm and melody of "Nanshan South." Images from the movie *Return to Dust* and the turbulent experiences of his past life flooded his mind. He slipped into character in a second, his voice instinctively dropping as he began to sing softly:
*"You are in the south’s brilliant sun, where heavy snows fall; I am in the north’s cold night, where it feels like spring year-round... South of Nanshan, North Autumn’s Grief; Nanshan has stacks of grain. Southern winds murmur, North of Beihai, where a tombstone lies..."*
As he sang, Li Yuan became fully immersed, his mind drifting back to his previous life.
Those lonely years, that unrequited first love, the struggle to make it in Modu, the ups and downs within the system, the inability to get ahead, the bittersweet pain of being looked down upon... A flood of memories washed over him, and crystalline tears fell uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes... In his past life, he was the classic example of someone who played a good hand badly. He had worked so hard, but always in the wrong direction. The results only deviated further from his true intentions, constantly affecting his mental state until he became neurotic and depressed...
Zhong Tingyue listened quietly, recording his singing with her phone. This time felt different from the first. With no one else around and fewer inhibitions, Li Yuan’s voice was much louder. The profound sorrow, loss, and regret in his song washed over her, and she couldn’t help but hum along. Before she knew it, her own eyes were glistening with tears.
Her gaze grew hazy, and with shining tears at the corners of her eyes, she murmured softly, "South of Nanshan, North of Beihai, where a tombstone lies... It’s so beautiful!"
"Li Yuan, thank you. You’ve added some color to a life path that already felt set in stone."
Affected by the song, Li Yuan was also in low spirits. He remained silent for a moment before shaking it off and looking at Zhong Tingyue, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
"Little Moon, it’s your turn to fulfill your promise."
Feeling his gaze on her, Zhong Tingyue’s heart pounded, jumping into her throat. She felt a mix of anticipation and fear.
Pursing her lips, Zhong Tingyue met his gaze with her beautiful eyes. "Li Yuan, name your request. As long as it’s not too excessive, I’ll agree."
Bathed in the moonlight, Li Yuan couldn’t help but take a long look at her, teasing her with a smile. "In that case, how about you sing a song for me right now? Is that okay?"
Zhong Tingyue’s cheeks flushed slightly, but she answered without any hesitation, "Okay, but it has to be a song I know."
Li Yuan’s eyes brightened as he probed further, "Then... what if I asked you to dance under the moonlight?"
Zhong Tingyue’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, whether from the alcohol or shyness. She merely hesitated for a moment before nodding. "I know a few dances, too."
Li Yuan grew even more excited. A great beauty like Zhong Tingyue, with her figure and looks, would surely be a spectacular sight dancing under the moonlight.
Looking at her face, which seemed as if carved from ice and jade, a bold idea suddenly surfaced in his mind. He stammered, "Th-then... what if I asked you to... kiss me?"
The moment he asked, Li Yuan’s heart leaped into his throat. He’d overstepped, given their current relationship.
Zhong Tingyue shot him a look that was both shy and playfully reproachful, then locked her gaze with his. Her direct stare made Li Yuan waver, and just as he was about to explain that it was only a joke, she gave a sudden, slight nod.
A rush of joy and disbelief washed over Li Yuan. He gazed at her face—flushed with tipsiness and shyness, as alluring as a ripe apple.
I can’t quite figure out what she’s thinking. She’d agree to a request like this? It feels like a dream.
"Tingyue, so, could you..."
Before Li Yuan could finish, Zhong Tingyue’s eyes widened. She stared at him and cut him off decisively. "Li Yuan, don’t go too far. I said I’d only agree to a request that isn’t too excessive."
Her tone was almost like a lover’s playful complaint, with a hint of bashfulness.
Could she have misunderstood? How could I possibly make *that* request? That isn’t a game anymore; that would be grounds for calling the police.
Staring into Zhong Tingyue’s slightly drunken eyes, a bold idea struck him. "So... Tingyue, what I wanted to ask was, could you sing and dance under the moonlight... and then give me a kiss?"
In short: a real man doesn’t choose. He takes it all.
Zhong Tingyue was stunned by his shamelessness, her eyes wide as she stared at him blankly. Her expression seemed to ask how he could possibly have the audacity to say such a thing.
The atmosphere suddenly became awkward and silent.
Just as Li Yuan was about to speak up and make a simpler request, Zhong Tingyue abruptly rose to her feet. She was wearing a long skirt paired with a white top and silver-white leather shoes adorned with bows.
Under Li Yuan’s astonished gaze, she suddenly rose onto her tiptoes and began to dance. Her beautiful figure swayed in the moonlight, making her look like an immortal dancing under the moon.
And as Zhong Tingyue moved like a sprite in the moonlight, her melodious voice suddenly rang out.
*"Rising on tiptoes, lifting the hem of my skirt... Let my hand gently rest on your shoulder... With graceful steps and shallow breaths... how sweet is the waltz of love..."*
Li Yuan watched, stupefied, his eyes glued to Zhong Tingyue, his heart filled with disbelief.
She’s actually doing it.
