Quick Transmigration: I Was Cannon Fodder But Became the White Moonlight

A few days later, one afternoon, Chen Su's phone vibrated and the screen lit up. It was a message from that black-faced avatar.

The content is very simple.

Underground racing, tonight.

Chen Su took a deep breath and replied.

【it is good】

She packed her schoolbag in advance, symbolically placing a few workbooks and textbooks inside.

Chen Su slowly walked to her grandmother, who was watching TV in the living room, and tried to sound natural: "Grandma, I'm going to the library to study with my classmates, so I might be back a little late."

Grandma looked up, pushed up her reading glasses, and looked at her with a gentle yet scrutinizing gaze.

Chen Su tried hard to maintain the calmness on her face, her fingers secretly curling up in her palm.

After a moment, Grandma nodded and whispered, "Come back soon, and be careful."

"Okay, Grandma." Chen Su breathed a sigh of relief and turned to go back to her room to prepare.

The summer evening was still sultry, and the cicadas kept chirping.

Chen Su changed into a simple pure white cotton T-shirt and light blue denim shorts, revealing her straight and slender legs. She looked fresh and full of energy.

This outfit is cool and youthful, quite different from her usual quiet demeanor in her school uniform, yet it suits her perfectly.

Shen Que messaged her saying he was coming to pick her up. Chen Su thought for a moment and sent him the location of the city library.

It would be perfectly reasonable for them to meet there.

As she approached the library entrance, the familiar, deep roar of a motorcycle grew louder as it drew nearer.

Shen Que rode his iconic black motorcycle, executed a clean drift, and came to a steady stop in front of her.

He was still dressed in all black, a black short-sleeved shirt and black cargo pants, which made his exposed skin appear even paler and colder, and he exuded a cool and aloof aura that kept strangers at bay.

His gaze swept over Chen Su, passing over her fair legs and her delicate and beautiful face without any makeup, finally landing on the schoolbag on her shoulder that seemed out of place with her surroundings. His brows twitched almost imperceptibly.

This scene does indeed give the impression of a good student being led astray by delinquent teenagers.

He didn't say anything, but simply handed her another spare helmet.

Chen Su took it, and this time she learned her lesson and didn't mess around with it herself. She just held the helmet and looked at him expectantly.

Shen Que clicked his tongue, seemingly a little impatient, but still reached out to help her put it on.

The movements were a little more practiced than last time. Although they were still not exactly gentle, at least she didn't shake her head like a rattle drum anymore.

The straps tightened, and the familiar feeling of pressure returned.

"Let's go." He hopped on his motorcycle.

Chen Su skillfully sat in the back seat. This time, she didn't hesitate much. She naturally wrapped her arms around his lean waist, leaning forward slightly to find a relatively stable support.

The motorcycles shot out like arrows and merged into the traffic.

The wind whistled outside the helmet, and Shen Que's voice, muffled by the helmet and the wind, carried a hint of amusement: "You're coming with me without asking anything? Aren't you afraid I'll sell you off?"

Chen Su hugged him tightly, her voice muffled but firm through the helmet: "Don't be afraid."

A voice inside me whispered: You're not that kind of person.

She knew he was nasty, rude, and self-willed, but deep down he had bottom lines and principles that he himself was unaware of.

Shen Que seemed to chuckle softly, then said nothing more, but suddenly increased the car's speed.

It was as if it was responding to her "I'm not afraid," or as if it was enjoying the exhilarating feeling of summer speeding by.

The motorcycle eventually left the bustling city center and headed up the winding mountain road.

The surrounding lights gradually thinned out, and the air became cooler.

The destination was a long-abandoned mountain road. The road surface was not smooth, with a steep mountain wall on one side and a deep cliff without any protective measures on the other side, which looked particularly dangerous under the hazy moonlight.

There are no cameras, no streetlights, only the noise and light from the crowds and vehicles gathered in the distance.

Shen Que stopped the car.

As soon as the two got out of the car, they felt the frenzied atmosphere of the scene.

Modified sports cars and motorcycles roared deafeningly, men and women dressed fashionably and boldly, and the air was thick with the restless atmosphere of gasoline, cigarettes and hormones.

Chen Su spotted the most eye-catching person in the crowd at a glance.

Zhou Qian.

She was dressed even more provocatively today, in a tight sequined halter top and a super short leather skirt that accentuated her slender figure. Her makeup was exquisite, and she was talking to several people who looked like race car drivers.

Zhou Qian also saw them, or rather, she saw Shen Que, and Chen Su next to him, who was wearing a white T-shirt, carrying a backpack, and looked out of place with her surroundings.

Her smile froze for a moment, and her eyes instantly became complicated.

Shen Que's group of friends also saw them and immediately crowded around to greet them.

"Brother Que! He's here!"

"Oh, you brought your...little sister today?"

Just then, Shen Que naturally turned around to face Chen Su and reached out to help her unfasten the buckle on her helmet.

His movements were focused, his head slightly lowered, and his fingers would occasionally touch the skin of her chin or neck, bringing a subtle tactile sensation.

Zhou Qian's face paled slightly as she watched this scene.

After the helmet was removed, Shen Que even tidied up the stray hairs on her forehead that were a little messy from being pressed down by the helmet, the movements as natural as if he had done it countless times.

This subtle movement, to those around Shen Que who knew him well, was like dropping a bomb.

Zhou Qian finally couldn't hold back any longer. She took a few steps forward, her gaze sweeping over Chen Su with scrutiny and a hint of barely perceptible hostility, but her voice remained as calm as possible: "Shen Que, who is this...?"

Shen Que hung Chen Su's helmet on his motorcycle before looking up at Zhou Qian, his tone flat and indifferent: "My classmate, Chen Su."

"Hey, classmate?" A boy with dyed blue hair next to her immediately chimed in, grinning as he sized up Chen Su. "What a cute little sister, even carrying a backpack! Hey bro, is this your little girlfriend? You've been keeping her well hidden!"

Shen Que swept a cold glance over, carrying a warning: "Stop talking nonsense."

Although he denied it, his natural protective gestures and the obvious warning he gave at that moment seemed more like an attempt to cover up the truth to those around him who knew his character.

The group exchanged knowing glances, realizing that this "classmate" relationship was quite special, and that Brother Que was protecting them very closely.

Chen Su spoke up at the opportune moment, her voice not loud but clear as she introduced herself: "Hello, my name is Chen Su, and I am Shen Que's classmate."

She was poised and confident, showing no signs of timidity despite the commotion and stares from those around her.

Zhou Qian looked at Chen Su, then at Shen Que who clearly didn't want to say anything more. Her disappointment deepened, but she quickly composed herself, forced a smile, and didn't press the matter further.

Shen Que led Chen Su into the inner area and settled her in a viewing platform area with a relatively good view and safety.

"Wait here, don't wander off."

He gave a word of advice, his tone not gentle, but it was full of concern.

"Okay." Chen Su nodded obediently.

Shen Que turned around and went to the preparation area to change into his racing suit.

Chen Su sat alone in the stands, feeling scrutinized from all directions.

Soon, several stylishly dressed and glamorous girls gathered around her, curiously observing her.

"Little sister, you and Shen Que... are you really just classmates?" A girl with bright red lipstick asked in a low voice, her eyes sparkling with gossip.

"Yeah, yeah, tell us! We promise we won't tell anyone!" another girl chimed in.

Chen Su remained calm and repeated her previous statement: "Yes, we are just classmates."

Seeing that she was tight-lipped and they couldn't get any more information out of her, the girls exchanged glances, feeling bored, and gave up.

Chen Su's attention was no longer on them. Her gaze followed the figure who walked out of the preparation area, now dressed in a professional black racing suit.

The racing suit perfectly outlined Shen Que's tall and slender figure, making him look less lazy and casual and more sharp and nimble.

He was wearing a helmet, so his expression couldn't be seen, but his focused and aloof aura was even more prominent.

He walked up to a black, sleek, modified race car with a striking black print, and began inspecting the vehicle with his head down, together with the mechanic beside him.

The same girls from before gathered around again. One of them looked at the track and asked, "Little friend, who do you think will win today?"

Chen Su's gaze remained fixed on Shen Que. Without much thought, she blurted out, her voice soft yet firm: "Shen Que. I believe in him."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached Zhou Qian's ears as she walked over.

Zhou Qian glanced at Chen Su with a complicated expression, but didn't say anything and sat down beside her.

Warm-up begins.

Several race cars of different colors, like lurking wild beasts, roared deafeningly as they drove onto the track one after another for final adaptation and tire warm-up.

Shen Que's car was like a black lightning bolt, leaving a trail in the dim light. The engine sound was deeper and more powerful than other vehicles.

After the warm-up, the vehicles returned to the starting line and lined up in a row.

The deafening noise was almost ear-piercing, and the air was thick with the smell of gasoline and a sense of tension.

Chen Su involuntarily held her breath, her hands clenched into fists at her sides, her nails digging deep into her palms.

Green light!

As if a crazy switch had been flipped, several race cars instantly shot off like wild horses, tearing through the air with a piercing scream!

The tires rubbed against the ground, kicking up puffs of white smoke and a pungent, burnt smell.

Chen Su's eyes were fixed on the black race car that was leading the pack.

Unlike some of the people around her who shouted excitedly, she leaned forward slightly, her nerves taut, and silently prayed for the boy.

On the track, race cars chased, drifted, and overtook at terrifying speeds on the winding, treacherous, and unprotected mountain roads. Every turn was breathtaking, and the taillights cast blurry red lines in the night.

Shen Que's car was always in the lead. His driving style, like the man himself, was characterized by a ruthless and precise control, pushing the limits of his driving.

Chen Su's heart was in her throat.