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

Chen Su stared blankly at Shen Que, her feelings a jumbled mess.

If it weren't for the accident that led to his imprisonment, would Shen Que have taken the college entrance examination?

The answer is almost certainly yes.

Will do.

If he really hated learning and was completely indifferent to it, as he appeared on the surface, how could he still retain such a solid foundation and agile thinking?

He should have had a completely different, bright future.

Shen Que felt uncomfortable under her direct gaze. He frowned, broke the silence, and asked with his usual impatience, "What?"

Chen Su suddenly snapped out of her daze and quickly suppressed her emotions, as if she was trying to verify something, or perhaps she was just being stubborn.

She quickly pulled a math paper from the stack of documents, pointed to the last, notoriously difficult problem, and handed it to him:

"Then...why don't you take another look at this question?"

Shen Que glanced at her, seemingly finding her persistent manner somewhat amusing, but still took the test paper.

His gaze swept over the questions, his fingers unconsciously tapping a few times on the table, as he fell into a brief moment of contemplation.

This time, he didn't start writing immediately; he took significantly longer to think about the problem than he had with the previous physics problem.

After a while, he picked up a pen and began to write on the draft paper.

However, he only managed to solve the first sub-question completely. For the two more complex sub-questions that required stronger comprehensive abilities and skills, he paused for a moment, but ultimately did not write anything and pushed the paper back.

"I won't do the rest."

His tone was flat, revealing no emotion.

Chen Su looked at his solution process and found that the reasoning for the first sub-question was completely correct and the steps were clear.

She felt relieved, even a little gratified.

That's more like it. If he could easily solve even the most challenging problems, he'd be too incredible.

Being able to answer the first question already proves that he is far superior to the average poor student who has given up on learning.

She nodded, like a teacher acknowledging a student's progress: "That's already very good."

Then, as if she had discovered a new continent, she pulled out a short English grammar fill-in-the-blank passage and handed it to him: "How about this? Can you do it?"

Looking at her earnest and probing expression, Shen Que chuckled softly this time. The chuckle was short and contained a hint of helplessness and a touch of indulgence that he himself was unaware of.

He shook his head, but still took the paper.

He looked down at the short English article.

Then he spoke.

Instead of reading silently, he read the short passage fluently in a deep and clear voice.

His pure American accent, natural intonation, and distinct rhythm have a nonchalant yet exceptionally authentic charm, making it as pleasant to listen to as the monologue of the male lead in a meticulously produced American TV series.

Chen Su was completely stunned, her eyes fixed on his slightly moving lips, her ears filled with his fluent and pleasant voice, and her heart felt as if it had been gently bumped by something, leaving her feeling tingly and numb.

She herself has excellent English grades, but this is more evident in written exams; her spoken English is far from reaching his level of natural fluency.

Shen Que filled in the answers in the blanks as he read, his movements quick and seemingly effortless.

After he finished writing, he handed the paper back to Chen Su.

Chen Su quickly took it and checked it against the answers she had already prepared—she got seven out of ten questions right!

The three incorrect answers were not grammatical errors, but rather subtle deviations in understanding the context.

An indescribable emotion suddenly surged into Chen Su's heart, not surprise.

Instead...anger?

A sense of heartache and bewilderment at seeing a pearl covered in dust and a rough gem abandoned.

She abruptly raised her head, staring at Shen Que, her tone carrying a accusatory tone she herself was unaware of:

"How...how can you do everything?!"

Shen Que raised his eyelids, glanced at her lazily, and asked, "What, can't I?"

Chen Su was speechless after hearing his words.

She opened her mouth, countless questions swirling in her mind—

Then why don't you take the exam?

Why do I always play on my phone and sleep during class?

You have such a good foundation. If you just follow the teacher's pace a little, you will definitely get excellent results in the college entrance examination and have a future that everyone envies... Why do you have to do this?

You clearly...

However, these words rolled on her tongue before she swallowed them back down.

She dared not ask. She knew perfectly well that now was not the time.

The relationship between her and him was far from touching his deepest wounds and sore spots.

I still vividly remember how he almost kicked me out yesterday just for mentioning studying.

She didn't want to provoke him again, and she didn't want to break this fragile connection that had been so hard to build.

She lowered her head, stared at her fingers, and fell silent.

Seeing that she remained silent for a long time, Shen Que suddenly spoke, saying something that sounded like an explanation, yet also like a defense of himself: "It's not that I know everything. I don't know Chinese."

Chen Su silently replied in her heart: Of course! Unlike math and science, Chinese doesn't rely on talent as much. It requires long-term accumulation, extensive reading, memorization, and comprehension.

If you don't memorize poems, read classical Chinese texts, practice writing essays, or even open your books, it's no wonder you'll struggle with Chinese.

This realization, however, gave rise to a bold idea in her mind.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the complex emotions surging within her, raised her eyes, and tentatively spoke softly:

"Then...then I'll teach you, okay?"

She looked into his eyes, trying to make her gaze appear sincere and harmless.

"I'm very good at Chinese, so I can help you organize the key points and summarize answering techniques. But my math and physics aren't that great; I always struggle with some difficult problems... We... we can complement each other. Can you teach me those?"

She proposed a seemingly "fair" deal. It wasn't a one-sided act of charity or coercion, but rather a "complementary" arrangement based on mutual needs.

This time, it was Shen Que's turn to look at her with a complicated expression.

He didn't answer immediately. His dark eyes, as deep as a bottomless pool, locked onto her, as if trying to see through her calm and self-assurance.

He paused for a few seconds, then asked a simple yet crucial question:

Why?

Chen Su's heart skipped a beat.

She knew that he wasn't asking "Why should we learn from each other?", but rather—

"Chen Su, why did you do this?"

In the eyes of all his family members, teachers, and even most of his classmates, Shen Que was a good-for-nothing playboy who was willing to degenerate.

He has a bad temper, speaks harshly, behaves erratically, fights, skips classes, and has a long history of misconduct.

Everyone was disappointed in him, or simply ignored him.

So, Chen Su, why did you, a seemingly well-behaved and high-achieving student, insist on coming up to me?

Why do I keep bringing him breakfast?

Why would you follow him to a dangerous place when you're clearly scared?

Why propose such a "complementary learning" approach now?

What are you after?

Chen Su lowered her head, her long eyelashes concealing the turbulent emotions in her eyes.

He finally asked the question.

This is the reason that the original owner had kept hidden in his heart for many years, and perhaps had wanted to tell him countless times.

She took a soft breath, raised her head, and met his scrutinizing gaze. Her voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable seriousness:

"Back in my first year of high school, you helped me chase away those boys who were bullying me." She paused, observing his reaction. "I think... you're a really good person."

Upon hearing this, Shen Que frowned slightly, as if he had been thinking carefully for a few seconds.

It seems... there really was such a trivial matter.

But for him, that memory was perhaps just an insignificant interlude.

After a long pause, the probing look in his eyes faded, replaced by an almost indifferent calm, and his tone became flat and even:

"Then you're mistaken," he stated as a fact. "I didn't help you. They just kept me from sleeping."

This answer was exactly what Chen Su had expected. She knew he would say that.

In the original owner's memory, he did indeed just kick a boy over in annoyance and yell "So noisy!"

But so what?

A gentle yet slightly stubborn smile slowly bloomed on Chen Su's face.

That smile was like the warm and resolute sunshine breaking through the ice in early spring.

"So what?" she asked softly, looking at him with clear eyes. "But you really did help me. From that day on, no one has ever dared to bully me like that again."

Her voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear, striking Shen Que's heart.

"So," she said, her smile fading, her expression becoming incredibly solemn, each word spoken earnestly, as if making an important promise:

"I hope you are well, Shen Que."

I want to make you feel better.

She paused, as if choosing her words carefully, then continued, her voice gentle yet powerful: "It's not about taking away all your hobbies. If you want to play billiards, go play. If you want to race cars... as long as it's safe, you can go. If someone insists on fighting you, make sure you can fight back safely, that's all fine."

"But, Shen Que," she said, her eyes filled with earnestness and an almost pious expectation.

"Don't give up on that wider, brighter path, okay? You clearly... could have taken it."

A long silence fell over the living room.

Shen Que remained silent.

His eyes, which were usually filled with hostility or impatience, were unusually calm at this moment, as deep as a bottomless cold pool, making it impossible to see what he was thinking.

He just stared at Chen Su quietly, as if weighing the weight of every word she spoke.

Chen Su waited for a while, and seeing that he remained silent, she couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

She instinctively clutched her slightly tight chest, urging softly with a hint of coquetry, "Say something, don't ignore me..."

Looking at her cautious and pitiful appearance, Shen Que suddenly chuckled softly, a laugh that carried a hint of cynicism and something else entirely.

He curled the corners of his lips into a smile as he looked at her: "Then beg me."

Chen Su was stunned for a moment, then almost without hesitation, she immediately replied in a soft voice, "Please."

Shen Que looked at her unwavering, expectant gaze, and the corners of his mouth seemed to deepen slightly. He looked away, nodding as if casually agreeing to something insignificant:

"Can."

"I agree."