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

The next morning, sunlight shone through the thin mist, gilding the city with a light gold hue.

Chen Su got up early and had already packed her schoolbag.

Looking at her grandmother who had just woken up, she took a deep breath and brought up the same excuse she had used countless times before: "Grandma, I made an appointment with my classmates to study at the library today."

Grandma looked up at her, nodded, and said, "Come back early, don't overwork yourself."

"Okay, Grandma."

A pang of guilt swept through Chen Su's heart, but thinking of Xiao Ju and that ill-tempered guy, she resolutely went out the door.

When she passed by her usual breakfast shop, she habitually bought two breakfasts, one for herself and the other for Shen Que.

She remembered that he didn't seem to dislike the food at this restaurant.

Arriving at the quiet villa with practiced ease, Chen Su took a deep breath and pressed her thumb against the cool fingerprint recognition area.

With a soft "beep", the door lock opened.

The room was quiet, with the morning sunlight streaming through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and casting dappled shadows on the floor.

Fine dust particles float in the air.

She immediately spotted Little Orange curled up in a ball of orange fur in the corner of the living room, sleeping soundly with its little belly rising and falling gently with its breath.

Chen Su tiptoed into the living room like a thief, gently placed her schoolbag on the sofa, and carefully put the still-warm breakfast on the dining table.

She took out her phone and glanced at it. The message she had sent to Shen Que before leaving home was still on the screen: [Shen Que, can I come to your house to see Xiao Ju later?]

No reply. As expected.

She looked up at the spiral staircase leading to the second floor, where Shen Que's bedroom was located. The door was closed, and the person inside was probably still fast asleep.

Chen Su carefully placed her schoolbag on the soft sofa in the living room and put the still-warm breakfast on the dining table.

She hesitated for a moment, then took out her workbook and exercise book from her schoolbag, intending to do her work for a while and wait for Shen Que to wake up naturally.

The villa was exceptionally quiet in the early morning, with only the soft scratching of pens on paper.

But after doing only a few questions, Chen Su's mind drifted to the dining table.

She reached out and touched the breakfast packaging; the warmth was slowly fading.

If we don't eat it soon, it will really get cold.

An internal struggle began.

Go wake him up?

What if he has a bad temper when he wakes up?

Judging from his usual fierce demeanor, it must be terrifying to be woken up.

Not calling?

Breakfast doesn't taste good when it's cold, and besides, he already has a bad habit of skipping breakfast...

After hesitating for a long time, Chen Su finally gritted her teeth and made up her mind.

I'll fight for him!

She carefully walked up to the second floor, stepping on the soft carpet with almost no sound.

Standing in front of that dark door, she hesitated again, her raised hand hovering in mid-air, not daring to bring it down.

In her mind, she could already picture the terrifying scene of Shen Que being woken up and then flying into a rage, throwing her off the second floor.

But thinking of the cold breakfast, Chen Su still mustered up her pitiful courage, bent her fingers, and gently and tentatively knocked three times on the door.

"Knock, knock, knock."

There was no reaction inside.

She pressed her ear close to the door and listened intently, holding her breath.

A dead silence.

Was he sleeping too soundly?

Chen Su thought for a moment, then increased the force and knocked three more times.

Then, she pressed her ear against it again, trying to catch the slightest sound inside.

Just as her profile was almost completely pressed against the cold door panel—

"Bang!"

Without warning, the door was suddenly yanked open from the inside!

The force was so great that it created a gust of wind.

Caught off guard, Chen Su almost fell headfirst into the hole. She quickly steadied herself and looked up to meet a pair of dark eyes filled with both hostility and sleepiness.

Inside the door, Shen Que stood there.

He was only casually wearing a dark silk robe, the belt loosely tied, the neckline wide open, revealing a large expanse of his firm and well-defined chest and collarbone.

His hair was disheveled, with a few strands covering his forehead. He was still sleepy, but his eyes were bloodshot from being forcibly woken up and filled with an intense, unyielding hostility.

His gaze was icy and piercing, his eyes narrowed as he stared intently at Chen Su, the oppressive aura emanating from him almost freezing the surrounding air.

Chen Su swallowed hard in fear, instinctively taking another step back, her voice trembling uncontrollably: "Shen... Shen Que... you... why don't you continue sleeping... I... I'm fine..."

As she spoke, she turned and tried to run downstairs.

"Go back to sleep?" Shen Que repeated the three words almost through gritted teeth, his anger instantly ignited to its peak by these words.

The murderous intent in Shen Que's eyes surged instantly. He took a step forward, stretched out his long arm, and grabbed Chen Su's slender wrist.

The force was so great that she cried out in pain instantly.

"what!"

Without a word, he roughly pulled her back, and with his other hand, he slammed his hand against the wall next to her ear, trapping her firmly between himself and the wall.

He leaned down, getting close to her, his handsome yet sinister face magnified before her eyes, his warm breath almost hitting her face, his voice sounding like it was being squeezed out between clenched teeth, filled with murderous intent:

"Chen Su, are you fucking asking for it?!"

Chen Su froze in fright. She shook her head vigorously, her other free hand instinctively grabbing his arm that was bracing against the wall, as if afraid he would really hit her. She explained pitifully:

"I...I was worried the breakfast would get cold...that's why I called you...I'm sorry..."

The two were very close, so close that Chen Su could clearly smell the clean and refreshing lemon-mint scent on him and emanating from his room.

Shen Que stared at her, looking at her reddened eyes and trembling lips. His raging anger seemed to freeze for a moment in her fear and her explanation that she was afraid the breakfast would get cold.

His taut jawline relaxed slightly. In the end, he neither hit her nor uttered any more offensive words. He simply tightened his grip on her wrist for a moment, then suddenly released it.

At the same time, with his other hand, he bent his fingers and flicked her smooth forehead hard, as if to vent his anger!

A muffled thud.

"Ugh!" Chen Su clutched her forehead in pain, tears welling up in her eyes.

This seemed to release some of the anger that Shen Que had been holding in.

He irritably ran his fingers through his disheveled hair, didn't look at her again, turned and walked into the room, leaving behind only a cold remark:

"Wait downstairs."

After saying that, she slammed the door shut again.

Chen Su covered her forehead, which was red from being flicked, looked at the closed door, and let out a long sigh of relief, still feeling lingering fear.

Thankfully... it was just a flick on the forehead.

She dared not linger any longer, obediently ran downstairs, sat at the dining table, and set out both breakfasts.

Not long after, Shen Que came down.

He changed into a clean black T-shirt and trousers, his hair seemed to have been casually ruffled and wasn't so messy anymore, and there were still water droplets on his face, so he must have just washed up.

Although his complexion was still not good, it was much better than when he looked like he wanted to kill someone.

Chen Su immediately and attentively pushed the breakfast in front of him and helped him insert the straw into the soy milk cup.

At this moment, Xiao Ju also woke up and walked over with elegant cat steps. First, she rubbed against Shen Que's trouser leg, and then when she saw Chen Su, she immediately ran over affectionately and kept rubbing her head against Chen Su's leg, making "purring" sounds.

Shen Que picked up the sandwich and took a bite. Looking at Xiao Ju's pathetic appearance, he said irritably, "They were planning to abandon you, but you stupid cat saw this and went back to clinging to them."

Chen Su immediately glared at him: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Then she quickly reached out and covered Xiaoju's perked-up ears, whispering, "Don't let the child hear these words."

Shen Que snorted at her childish behavior and didn't continue the topic.

His gaze swept across the other side of the dining table, to Chen Su's open homework notebook and the draft paper beside it, and he frowned: "You came to my house to do your homework?"

Chen Su patted Xiao Ju's head, her voice soft and tentative: "There's too much homework this summer... Actually, I wanted to... do my homework with you."

As expected, Shen Que looked up at her as if he'd heard something utterly absurd. He stared at her with an expression as if she were an idiot, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "Chen Su, are you still asleep, or am I?"

Chen Su was silent for a moment.

Whether it was the original owner's vague memories of unrequited love or the background information provided by the system, she clearly remembered that Shen Que's talent in science was actually very good, and his logical thinking ability was extremely strong.

His English has been honed by top-notch tutors since childhood, giving him a solid foundation and even fluent spoken English.

His real weakness is Chinese, which requires a lot of memorization and comprehension.

However, his relationship with his parents became increasingly strained. The more his parents wanted him to study diligently and follow the rules, the more rebellious and defiant he became, eventually even skipping exams altogether.

She didn't want to see him continue to exile himself like this, step by step heading towards the predetermined tragedy.

She looked up at him earnestly: "Shen Que, I remember you were particularly good at math and English. The first round of review for senior year has only just begun, and the material isn't too complex yet. If you start studying seriously now, with your intelligence, you'll definitely catch up quickly..."

Shen Que's face instantly darkened, and the atmosphere that had just eased up froze again.

He put down the food in his hand, his eyes turned cold and resistant, and his tone became harsh:

"Good student, mind your own business. Don't try to tell me what to do."

"But..." Chen Su wanted to persuade her again.

"No buts." Shen Que abruptly interrupted her, his voice not loud, but carrying an extremely strong sense of pressure. He stared at her and warned her, word by word.

"If you say another word, get out."

Looking at his cold and resolute expression, Chen Su swallowed back all the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

She knew that this topic could not be continued.

She silently lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously picking at the edge of her workbook, a sense of powerless frustration welling up inside her.

Breaking through his hard shell and entering his closed heart was far more difficult than she had imagined.