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

The suggestion from the boy in the floral shirt instantly made the atmosphere more ambiguous and heated.

Several boys started joking and looking for female companions. Some girls giggled and agreed, while others were half-heartedly pulled onto the back of the motorcycle.

Zhou Qian turned her gaze to Shen Que almost immediately. With a confident and charming smile on her face, she walked straight up to him, her voice deliberately softened, but with certainty: "Shen Que, I'll go with you."

As Zhou Qian finished speaking, she spoke with an air of confident superiority.

She knew Shen Que too well. They pursued extreme speed and excitement. What they needed in the back seat was not someone who needed to be comforted or whose fear would hinder their performance, but a companion who could enjoy this kind of craziness with them.

How could a well-behaved girl like Chen Su, who turns pale with fright at the sight of a race car, possibly have the courage to sit on the back of Shen Que's motorcycle and race on this dangerous mountain road?

She stepped forward, her smile bright, and with a familiar tone, emphasized once again:

"Shen Que, let me go with you. Chen Su is probably... afraid of these things."

Her gaze swept meaningfully over Chen Su's still somewhat pale face.

Shen Que's gaze lingered on Zhou Qian's bright and confident face for a moment before turning to Chen Su beside him.

I have no idea what he's thinking.

Just then, Chen Su stepped forward, looked up at Shen Que, and said in a soft but firm voice that cut through the surrounding noise: "Shen Que, I'm not afraid."

Zhou Qian's smile froze instantly, a hint of surprise and embarrassment flashing across her face. She forced a smile and said, "Chen Su, you were so scared watching Shen Que race cars. I thought you were afraid of these things..."

Chen Su shook her head, her tone calm yet firm: "I'm just worried about Shen Que's safety. But seeing how good his skills are, I trust him. So, I'm not afraid."

Her gaze never left Shen Que, as if she were proving something to him, and to herself.

Shen Que looked at her. The girl's eyes shone brightly in the night and in the light of the distant car lights. There was no reluctance or fear in them, only pure trust and a little bit of... tension from taking the initiative.

He suddenly chuckled softly, a short laugh with an ambiguous meaning, as if he were amused or found it funny.

He walked straight to his black motorcycle, took off the helmet that belonged to Chen Su, and then gestured with his chin toward her.

"come over."

These two simple words seem to possess a magical power.

Chen Su immediately went over, obediently raised her head, and let him put the helmet on her again and tighten the straps.

The familiar sense of oppression brought a strange sense of peace.

Shen Que put on a helmet, strode onto the motorcycle, and started the engine.

Chen Su took a deep breath, skillfully sat in the back seat, and without hesitation wrapped her arms tightly around his lean waist, pressing almost her entire upper body against his broad back, seeking the most stable support.

"Close your eyes if you're scared." Shen Que's voice came through the helmet, deep and steady.

"Okay," Chen Su replied, his voice muffled but full of trust.

Those around who were making a fuss exchanged ambiguous glances at each other and each found a female companion.

Zhou Qian stood there, watching Shen Que drive Chen Su away to find the starting line. Her eyes dimmed completely, and her face burned as if she had been slapped in public.

But she quickly composed herself, put on her usual bright smile, and walked towards a handsome young man beside her: "Li Feng, can you give me a ride?"

Li Feng was naturally pleased to see the beautiful woman and eagerly handed her the helmet.

Several heavy motorcycles lined up in front of the starting line, their engines roaring deafeningly, adding a touch of wildness and unruliness to the race cars from before.

Each car carried a girl in the back seat, some screaming excitedly, others clinging nervously to the person in the front seat.

Green light!

The black motorcycle, like the lead leopard, was the first to rush out!

Another powerful push came over her back. Chen Su hugged Shen Que's waist tightly, buried her face in his back, and closed her eyes.

Despite wearing a helmet, the wind noise generated by the extreme speed still pierced her eardrums sharply, making her feel as if she could be thrown off by this violent force at any moment.

At the bend, Shen Que maneuvered the motorcycle at a huge angle, and Chen Su could clearly feel the motorcycle almost touching the ground. The sound of the tires rubbing against the rough road surface was very close. The thrill of being on the verge of death was a hundred times stronger than when watching the game from the stands.

She didn't dare open her eyes at all; every nerve in her body was taut. Her only support was the boy in front of her who controlled her direction and speed.

In stark contrast to her, she faintly heard Zhou Qian's excited shouts carried on the wind.

Sitting behind Li Feng, Zhou Qian wasn't scared at all. Instead, she was cheering him on loudly, even giving instructions: "Faster! Faster! To the left! Overtake them! Overtake Shen Que!"

Provoked by the beautiful woman and fueled by the competitive spirit of youth, Li Feng accelerated again, his motorcycle roaring as he attempted to overtake Shen Que on the treacherous mountain road.

The race was short to begin with, and at extreme speeds, it quickly came to an end.

In the end, it was Li Feng and Zhou Qian's car that crossed the temporary finish line!

The crowd was somewhat surprised, but then burst into cheers and whistles.

Li Feng stopped the car triumphantly, and Zhou Qian got out of the back seat with a victor's smile on her face, giving Shen Que and Chen Su a provocative glance.

Shen Que and Chen Su's car stopped a little later.

He didn't get off the motorcycle, or even take off his helmet. He simply stood on one foot, steadily supporting the motorcycle, and vaguely spoke through his helmet to the crowd that had gathered around:

"I'm gone."

After saying that, he turned the car around, and with Chen Su in his car, he drove straight away from this noisy place amidst the low roar of the engine.

The remaining people watched their departing figures, then looked at Zhou Qian, whose face wore a victorious smile but couldn't hide her disappointment. They seemed to understand something and exchanged knowing glances.

It wasn't that Brother Que lost to Li Feng; it was clearly... because he was considering the person in the back seat.

On the way back, it was already late at night. The two remained silent, with only the steady roar of the engine echoing in the darkness.

Chen Su was still holding him, but her tense body gradually relaxed, and the exhaustion from surviving the ordeal intertwined with a strange feeling.

Perhaps it's because I shared with him the extreme speed and danger.

As we entered the brightly lit city center, our speed slowed down.

As they stopped at a red light, Chen Su suddenly spoke, his voice muffled by his helmet:

"Shen Que".

"Um?"

"What were you thinking when you were driving the race car today, going through the last corner?"

That bend was almost suicidal, making everyone think he was about to lose control.

Shen Que seemed surprised that she would ask this, and paused for a moment.

The green light came on, he started his motorcycle, the sound carried by the wind, simple to the point of being indifferent:

"I want to turn the corner."

Chen Su was taken aback and asked in confusion, "What kind of answer is this?"

Shen Que's voice came again, still calm: "I just don't want to think about anything, I just want to get through the bend."

At first, Chen Su thought he was just repeating himself, but slowly, as she pondered those words, she suddenly understood.

He wasn't showing off his skills, nor was he acting in a crazy, "suicidal" way that outsiders might perceive him to be.

At that moment, his world contained no victory or defeat, no danger, no gasps from the audience, and not even himself.

In his world, there was only that bend in the road, the grip of the tires, the slight angle of the steering wheel, and the engine speed...

All his spirit, all his senses, all his instincts were focused intently on that one "cornering" maneuver.

Extreme focus, eliminating all distractions.

Only when turning.

This pure, extreme focus is perhaps the reason he was able to accomplish a miracle under those circumstances.

This is just like him as a person. He may seem rough and ruthless, and act without any scruples, but at certain moments, he possesses a purity and focus that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve.

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The motorcycle slowly approached Chen Su's residential area.

When they were still some distance apart, Chen Su patted him on the back: "Shen Que, just leave me here."

She didn't want to be seen by her grandmother again, causing unnecessary trouble.

Shen Que paused, slowed down, and finally stopped on the roadside a few dozen meters away from the entrance of the residential area.

Chen Su got out of the car, her legs still feeling a little weak.

Shen Que also got out of the car and helped her take off her helmet.

The cool night breeze ruffled her hair, which was damp with sweat from being pressed down by her helmet.

Shen Que's gaze lingered on her face for a moment, and then, almost unconsciously, he reached out and gently brushed his fingertips across her forehead, tucking a few stray strands of her hair behind her ear.

The movements were very light and quick, so quick that Chen Su thought it was her imagination.

Her cheeks felt slightly flushed.

"Shen Que, bye-bye." Looking up at him, she said earnestly, "Take care on the road."

She paused, then added, her tone pleading with a hint of coquetry, "Oh, and when you get back, please let me see Little Orange. I haven't seen it for so many days, and I miss it terribly."

Upon hearing this, Shen Que neither agreed nor refused, but instead let out a sneer that was difficult to decipher.

Chen Su looked at him with a puzzled expression.

In the darkness, Shen Que's gaze fell on her face, a hint of amusement and a barely perceptible scrutiny in his eyes. His voice was cool: "Your longing is just talk. If you really wanted it, you would have gone to see it already."

Chen Su was taken aback. Remembering her grandmother's warning, she realized she had indeed deliberately reduced her visits to his house these past few days. She opened her mouth, wanting to explain, "I..."

However, Shen Que did not give her a chance to explain.

He had already remounted his motorcycle, started the engine, and the black motorcycle, like a shadow blending into the night, sped away, leaving her with only a receding silhouette.

Chen Su stood there, watching the taillights disappear, feeling a little empty inside, yet also stirred by his words that so accurately touched her heart.

That evening, as she finished washing up and lay in bed preparing to fall asleep, her phone screen suddenly lit up.

It was a message from that black-faced profile picture.

She clicked on it, and it was a picture.

In the picture, the little orange cat lies lazily in Shen Que's arms, revealing its soft white belly.

Shen Que's well-defined fingers were pressing down on both ends of the paw pad of one of Little Orange's front paws, cleverly making the middle part of the cat stick up separately.

He posted a picture of his son, Xiao Ju, giving him the middle finger.

Chen Su stared at the picture for two seconds, then couldn't help but burst out laughing.

All the tension, fear, and slight grievance and disappointment of the night were washed away at this moment.

She held her phone, looking at the picture over and over again, the smile on her lips lingering for a long time.

Moonlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, gently illuminating the girl's smiling profile.