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

After Shen Que uttered those cold words, Chen Su wilted and shrank back like a frostbitten eggplant.

She dared not mention studying again, and could only silently lower her head, pick up her pen again, and look at the workbook in front of her, but the numbers and formulas seemed to become blurry and distant.

My chest felt like it was stuffed with cotton, making me feel suffocated.

For a moment, the only sounds in the living room were the scratching of the pen tip across the paper and the soft licking of the little orange cat's fur.

After finishing his breakfast, Shen Que didn't leave. He leaned back lazily in his chair, picked up his phone again, and casually swiped his finger across the screen. His face was expressionless, as if the small conflict from earlier had never happened.

The silent standoff was broken by a sudden ringtone.

Shen Que glanced at the caller ID, casually answered the phone, and said in a lazy and impatient tone, "Speak."

The voice on the other end of the phone was a bit noisy, and Chen Su couldn't hear it clearly, but she vaguely caught words like "the usual place," "billiards," and "come play."

Her pen stopped, and her ears involuntarily perked up.

Shen Que listened to the phone, occasionally humming in agreement, and finally said, "Okay, I'll be there in a bit."

Then he hung up the phone.

He had just put down his phone when Chen Su hesitated for a moment, then looked up and asked softly, "Shen Que, are you going to play billiards?"

Shen Que raised an eyebrow at her, seemingly surprised by her hearing. "Your ears are quite sharp."

Chen Su felt a little embarrassed by his gaze, but she still mustered her courage and pressed her advantage, her voice pleading, "Then... can you take me with you?"

Shen Que's gaze lingered on her face for a second, then swept over the homework spread out on the table, which had only a few pages written on it, his eyes filled with obvious doubt.

Chen Su immediately understood and hurriedly began packing up her books, quickly assuring everyone, "I'm almost finished! Really! Just a little bit of finishing touches left!"

She stuffed all her books into her bag, then leaned closer, gazing at him expectantly, her eyes sparkling with hope, and pleaded softly again, "May I ask, Shen Que?"

She was quite close, carrying a faint, clean scent of sunshine and laundry detergent.

Shen Que looked at her face, which was so close to his own and had a fawning look on it. He remained silent for a few seconds, and finally nodded slightly, letting out a muffled sound from his throat: "...Whatever you want."

"Great!" Chen Su's face instantly lit up with a smile. She happily picked up the little orange dog that was rubbing against her feet and gave it a big kiss on its fluffy head. "Little orange, be a good boy and watch the house!"

The two went out together.

This time, Shen Que didn't ride his flashy motorcycle; instead, he called a car on his phone.

The destination was no longer the slightly noisy billiard hall near the school from last time, but a billiard club located in a commercial area with significantly more upscale decor and a more spacious and brighter space.

Upon entering, a mix of noise and cold air hits you.

The spacious hall is furnished with dozens of professional snooker and American billiard tables, with soft lighting focused on the dark green tablecloths, and the air filled with a subtle blend of fragrance, alcohol, and leather.

Stylishly dressed men and women were either focused on hitting the ball or chatting and laughing in small groups.

Not long after they went inside, several men and women who seemed to know Shen Que well surrounded them.

"Brother Que! You've finally arrived!"

"We've been waiting for you!"

Chen Su glanced at the group and recognized several faces he had seen at the previous racing night.

One girl, in particular, who wore a stylish short skirt and had exquisite makeup, left a deep impression on her.

She was one of the girls who had approached her in the stands at the racetrack last time, gossiping about her relationship with Shen Que.

The girl clearly recognized Chen Su as well. A hint of surprise flashed across her face, but she quickly put on a friendly smile and stepped forward to greet him: "Hi, Chen Su, it's nice to see you again! My name is Xu Qian. We met at the last racing competition."

Chen Su quickly returned the smile and politely greeted, "Hello, Xu Qian."

Xu Qian seemed cheerful and outgoing, and her friendly attitude made Chen Su relax a little.

Although the others were curious about Chen Su's appearance, seeing that Shen Que didn't show any particular reaction and that Xu Qian seemed to know her, they all tacitly accepted her presence, and the atmosphere was fairly harmonious.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, someone suggested starting to play ball.

Some people are clamoring for a group-based points-based competition with penalties for losers, saying that would be more exciting.

Upon hearing the word "punishment," Chen Su's heart tightened instinctively.

She has a clear understanding of her own billiards skills.

It is essentially equal to zero.

Just then, Xu Qian approached Chen Su, grinning, and put her arm around her shoulder, saying, "Chen Su, let's be a team! I'll guide you!"

Chen Su was a little embarrassed and honestly admitted, "I... I played terribly, and I might drag you down."

"It's okay!" Xu Qian patted her chest confidently. "I'm pretty good at billiards. Don't worry, with me guiding you, I guarantee we'll win!"

Hearing Xu Qian say this, Chen Su felt a little more at ease and nodded in agreement.

Xu Qian briefly explained the rules to Chen Su: "We play American eight-ball. The rules are quite simple: after pocketing all the balls of your own suit, you then pocket the black 8 to win. In the points tournament, it's about which group wins the required number of games first."

Chen Su nodded, listening attentively.

The groups were quickly decided. Shen Que was paired with a tall boy named Sun Wei, Chen Su and Xu Qian were paired together, and there were two other groups.

Game start.

Shen Que's group kicked off first.

Shen Que's playing style is just like his personality—a nonchalant, roguish air, but his shots are extremely precise and powerful, and his positioning and thinking are clear; he's obviously a veteran.

Sun Wei's skills were also good, and the two cooperated well, quickly scoring a lot of points.

It was Chen Su and Xu Qian's turn.

Xu Qian's skills were indeed superb. Her playing posture was standard and elegant, and her control over the power and angle was very precise. Whether it was low shot pullback, high shot follow-up, or adding spin to make the cue ball spin and move, she used them quite skillfully. She successfully potted several difficult combination shots and flip shots, which drew cheers from the onlookers.

Chen Su later learned that Xu Qian had worked as a coach at a billiards hall during winter and summer vacations.

In contrast, Chen Su was a complete novice.

She was so nervous that her palms were sweating. When it was her turn, her movements were stiff. Either she didn't put enough force and the ball didn't go in, or the angle was way off, and she even missed a few shots.

This drew laughter from the onlookers, and even Sun Wei from Shen Que's group couldn't help but tease, "Brother Que, your classmate is kind of cute!"

Shen Que leaned against the pool table next to him, playing with a red ball in his hand. He looked at Chen Su's clumsy yet earnest expression, his face expressionless, but a faint smile seemed to flash in his eyes.

Fortunately, Xu Qian is strong enough to always turn the tide after her mistakes, and she will also whisper a few words of guidance on basic posture and aiming methods between her movements.

The boys in the other two groups, seeing that Chen Su was a novice and someone brought by Shen Que, were noticeably more considerate when playing against her, occasionally making a mistake or deliberately leaving her with some easier target balls.

This tacit agreement to throw the game subtly tipped the scales of victory.

In the end, after several rounds of fierce competition, thanks to Xu Qian's outstanding performance, a bit of luck, and the opponent's humility, Chen Su and Xu Qian's team won the game by a narrow margin.

"Yay! We won!" Xu Qian exclaimed, giving Chen Su a high five. Chen Su couldn't help but smile too, feeling a sense of relief and joy at having won without lifting a finger.

Next up is the punishment segment that everyone has been eagerly anticipating.

The rule is that the winning girl can impose a punishment on any group of boys from the losing team.

Xu Qian's gaze shifted between Shen Que and Sun Wei, but in the end, she didn't dare to provoke Shen Que, that tiger's whiskers.

She grinned and pointed at Sun Wei: "Sun Wei, it's you! The punishment is... draw a turtle on your face with chocolate, then take a selfie and post it on WeChat Moments. You're not allowed to block anyone, and it'll be up for three days!"

The crowd burst into laughter; the punishment wasn't too severe, but it was embarrassing enough.

Sun Wei let out a wail, but he was willing to accept defeat and went to find chocolate powder with a bitter face.

Then, everyone's attention turned to Chen Su.

It was her turn to punish Shen Que.

The air suddenly became quiet and subtle.

Everyone was curious about what kind of punishment this seemingly well-behaved and timid girl would propose to deal with Shen Que, this troublemaker.

Chen Su took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest.

She raised her head, looking directly at Shen Que, who was leaning against the pool table opposite her, watching her with an air of nonchalance. Mustering her courage, she spoke clearly, word by word:

"My punishment is... Shen Que, you must listen to me for the rest of this summer vacation."

Upon hearing this, the area around the pool table fell into an instant silence.

Everyone seemed to be frozen in place, staring at Chen Su in disbelief and shock.

Even Sun Wei, who was applying chocolate powder to his face, stopped what he was doing and opened his mouth wide.

Does she...do she even know what she's saying?!

Get Shen Que to listen to her?!

In this circle, Shen Que has always been the one to make others listen to him. When did it become his turn to listen to others?

Xu Qian was so shocked that she covered her mouth and tried to wink at Chen Su, signaling her to quickly change the punishment.

Shen Que's nonchalant expression also disappeared.

He straightened up, his dark eyes fixed on Chen Su, his gaze deep and unfathomable, churning with a complex mix of emotions that made it impossible to discern his true thoughts.

He didn't speak immediately, but just looked at her quietly, an invisible pressure spreading out.

Chen Su felt uneasy under his gaze, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on her back.

She knew that her request was bold, presumptuous, and might even anger him.

But thinking of his studies and his future, she decided to go for it.

She forced herself to meet his gaze, even resorting to provocation, her voice trembling almost imperceptibly:

"Will you...accept the punishment?"

Everyone held their breath, waiting for Shen Que's reaction.

Based on his past temper, he would most likely refuse with a cold smile, or even turn hostile on the spot.

However, after a few suffocating seconds of silence, Shen Que suddenly laughed.

It wasn't a sneer, nor a mocking laugh, but a laugh that carried a hint of amusement, a touch of surprise, and even... a hint of something indescribable and amusing.

A clear smile curved his lips, his gaze still fixed on Chen Su's pale, tense face. He nodded, his tone as relaxed as if he were agreeing to a trivial matter.

"OK."

He agreed?!

This simple word, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirred up a storm in everyone's hearts!

Everyone looked at each other, hardly believing their ears.

Shen Que actually agreed to such a punishment?

Chen Su was also stunned; she hadn't expected Shen Que to agree so readily.

Overwhelmed by immense surprise and disbelief, she was momentarily at a loss for what to do.

Seeing her stunned expression, Shen Que's smile seemed to deepen slightly. He didn't say anything more, but simply picked up the cue stick again, gently tapped it on the table, and asked in his usual lazy tone, "Want to play or not?"

The crowd snapped out of their shock, and the atmosphere became lively again. However, the way they looked at Chen Su became somewhat subtle.

This girl holds a much more special place in Shen Que's heart than they imagine...