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

The subsequent billiards game went somewhat haphazardly, with everyone's attention clearly focused more on Chen Su and Shen Que.

After the game ended and everyone said goodbye, Shen Que and Chen Su walked out of the billiards club one after the other.

The midday sun was exceptionally scorching, blazing down on the earth, and the air itself seemed to distort slightly due to the intense heat.

Shen Que stood by the roadside, his brows furrowed in impatience. He took out his phone and called a car, intending to take Chen Su home first.

Sitting in the well-air-conditioned carriage, the atmosphere was subtly quiet.

Chen Su secretly glanced at Shen Que, who was resting with his eyes closed, a few times.

His profile was sharply defined in the interplay of light and shadow, exuding a sense of aloofness that kept strangers at bay.

Chen Su pursed her lips, but ultimately couldn't resist. She leaned slightly towards him and confirmed in a very soft voice:

"Shen Que, that... punishment, it still stands, right?"

Shen Que didn't even lift his eyelids, only letting out a soft, ambiguous snort from his nose, his tone laced with lazy mockery: "Do I look like someone who doesn't keep their word?"

Chen Su immediately shook her head vigorously: "No! Not at all!"

But secretly thinking to myself: You look like someone who could turn on you at any moment...

However, she dared not say those words aloud.

The car soon arrived at the entrance of Chen Su's old residential area.

Chen Su got out of the car, bent down, and waved to Shen Que through the lowered window, a bright smile on her face: "Shen Que, bye-bye! I'll come see you and Xiao Ju tomorrow!"

Shen Que leaned back in his chair, his gaze casually sweeping over her. He didn't say anything, but simply raised his hand and waved it indifferently.

The car then started and merged into the traffic.

Watching the car drive away, Chen Su's smile grew even brighter.

She turned and hurried home, her steps light and quick.

After having lunch prepared by her grandmother, Chen Su went straight to her room.

She pulled out all her notebooks and test papers from all her subjects and began to organize them carefully.

She needs to clearly summarize the key points, difficult points, typical examples, and common mistakes of each subject.

The incessant chirping of cicadas outside the window did nothing to disturb her concentration.

It wasn't until evening that she rubbed her aching wrists, looked at the thick stack of neatly organized notes in front of her, and breathed a sigh of relief with satisfaction.

The next day, Chen Su got up very early as usual.

She bid farewell to her grandmother again under the pretext of going to the library, slung her backpack over her shoulder containing breakfast for the two of them and her painstakingly compiled notes, and headed to Shen Que's villa once more.

Having learned her lesson yesterday, she was determined today that even if breakfast got cold, she would absolutely not knock on Shen Que's door, but would quietly wait downstairs for him to wake up naturally.

However, when she unlocked the villa door with her fingerprint, she was surprised to find that the living room was not as quiet as she had imagined.

Shen Que has already woken up.

He was dressed in gray loungewear, lounging lazily in the soft sofa, his long, slender fingers rapidly typing on a slim laptop.

The morning sunlight streamed through the window, softening his usually sharp features.

Little Orange was still curled up in the cat bed next to it, sleeping soundly on its back.

Hearing the door open, Shen Que raised his eyelids, glanced at her indifferently, showed no reaction, and continued to look back at the screen.

Chen Su was somewhat surprised that he got up so early, but she didn't ask any further questions.

She tiptoed to the sofa and placed the breakfast she had brought on the coffee table in front of him.

Then, taking a deep breath, as if completing a solemn ritual, he solemnly took out the thick stack of neatly organized notes from his schoolbag.

She placed the notebook on the table, her voice clear and earnest, filled with unwavering determination: "Shen Que, from today onwards, it's time to study."

"Smack."

Shen Que's fingers, which were typing on the keyboard, suddenly stopped.

He slowly turned his head, his dark eyes focusing on Chen Su's face. A familiar storm instantly gathered within them, a low, oppressive aura spreading outwards from him. His lips moved, his voice carrying a dangerous warning:

"Chen Su, you..."

"You promised!"

Chen Su's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly interrupted him before he could completely lose control.

She shrank back slightly in fear, but still forced herself to meet his gaze. Her voice trembled, but she remained unusually firm, "You have to listen to me during summer vacation. There are less than two weeks left. You can't go back on your word."

As she spoke, she hurriedly flipped open the top math notebook, pushed it next to him, and pointed to the clear titles and key points. "You... just take a look at these first. I've organized them all. They're not difficult..."

Shen Que stared intently at her, his gaze seeming to bore holes through her face.

His chest rose and fell slightly, his jawline taut, clearly trying his best to suppress his anger.

The air in the living room seemed to freeze. Even Little Orange, who was fast asleep, seemed to sense something and twitched her ears uneasily.

Just when Chen Su thought he was about to explode and throw her and her notebook out, Shen Que instead cursed angrily and harshly:

"Hold!"

Then he slammed his laptop shut and tossed it aside with a loud bang.

Then he suddenly reached out and, instead of pushing it away, grabbed the math notebook with such force that it looked like he was going to tear it to shreds.

His face was gloomy, as if he had a grudge against that notebook. He started flipping through the pages rapidly, exuding an aura of "I'm really unhappy."

Seeing his expression, Chen Su secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and even wanted to laugh, but she desperately held it in.

She dared not disturb him any longer, so she tiptoed to the single sofa opposite him, sat down, took out her homework, and began to write quietly.

For a moment, the only sounds in the living room were Shen Que's rough page-turning, his occasional impatient "tsk" sounds, and the soft scratching of Chen Su's pen tip.

Shen Que turned the pages very loudly and made exaggerated movements, clearly doing it on purpose to express his dissatisfaction and resistance.

Several times, Chen Su watched with heartache as her carefully organized notes were ravaged in his hands, and she wanted to remind him, "Be gentle, don't ruin them."

But he swallowed the words back.

It's already a huge victory that we can let him see it; we can't ask for more.

After a while, Chen Su gradually became immersed in a complex physics problem, his brows furrowed, thinking hard, but he couldn't come up with any ideas for a long time.

She subconsciously looked up, wanting to see how Shen Que was doing, but what she saw made her freeze.

I don't know when it started, but Shen Que had already closed that math notebook, casually tossed it aside, picked up his phone again, and was swiping the screen with his fingers flying across it, his posture returning to its usual lazy and nonchalant state.

Chen Su: "..."

She knew it!

Chen Su put down her pen, cleared her throat, and tried to get his attention.

Shen Que didn't even lift his eyelids.

She could only weakly call out, "Shen Que..."

Shen Que then condescended to raise his eyelids, giving her an extremely impatient look, as if to say, "What now?"

Chen Su pointed to the notebook he had abandoned in the corner of the sofa and said seriously, "You promised to look at the notebook."

Shen Que's tone was perfunctory, his eyelids drooping again as he stared at his phone screen: "I've finished reading it."

Chen Su clearly didn't believe it. How long had it been? This thick stack of papers, and he had finished reading it so quickly?

"So... have you learned it?"

She asked with a hint of doubt.

Shen Que let out a muffled "hmm" through his nose as a response.

Chen Su thought for a moment, then took the physics problem that had been stuck on for a long time and handed it to him.

Her intention was to make things a little difficult for him, to let him know that reading notes wasn't as simple as just flipping through a few pages.

"Now, see if you can solve this problem?"

Shen Que glanced at her, his eyes seemingly seeing through her little scheme.

He finally put down his phone, took the test paper, and lazily glanced at the questions.

Dynamic analysis and energy calculation of a conducting rod cutting magnetic field lines in a magnetic field. That's quite challenging.

He looked at it for a few seconds, then reached out and pulled a pen from the pen holder on the coffee table. Without even thinking, he started writing directly on Chen Su's draft paper.

His handwriting, like the man himself, has a sharp and unrestrained style.

However, the steps were exceptionally clear and concise, with several key force analyses, electromagnetic induction formulas, and energy conservation equations listed out. The logic was rigorous, directly addressing the core issue, and ultimately arriving at the correct answer.

After finishing writing, he threw the pen on the table and picked up his phone again.

As Chen Su stared at the smooth and flowing solution process on the draft paper, her eyes widened and her mouth unconsciously opened slightly.

???

No...you really can?!

And he solved it so easily?!

She looked at Shen Que, who had re-immersed himself in the world of his phone, then looked down at the question she had been racking her brains over for a long time without any results, and at his ridiculously concise and perfect answer. A complex emotion spread through her.