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

That night, the firelight flickered, illuminating the close silhouettes of two young girls.

Jiang Sicheng stood with his back to the fire and his face to the boundless darkness, seemingly intently watching his surroundings.

The night breeze carried their intermittent whispers, mostly fragmented memories of the pre-apocalyptic world, tinged with a wistful sense of being in another world.

Meng Anran's voice was gentle as she described the tree-lined paths on the university campus, the afternoon sunlight in the library, and the frantic struggle of staying up all night to review for final exams.

It was a story from another world, clean and bright, with the unique anxieties of youth, the forced sentimentality of trying to write new poems. Now, it sounds as luxurious as a hazy dream.

Chen Su mostly listened quietly, occasionally letting out a sigh tinged with envy.

Until Jiang Sicheng heard what she said:

"...If one day all of this can really end, if there is still a chance...I would like to try what it is like to go to university, even if it's just to attend one class."

At that moment, Jiang Sicheng's fingers tightened for a split second as he gripped the gun handle.

The night breeze seemed to quiet down for a moment.

In the shadows behind him, He Yunfan, who was leaning against the car with his eyes closed, trembled slightly.

Song Yi, who was checking the equipment, paused slightly, looked up at the fire, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, then lowered his head again, but slowed down his movements as he wiped the weapons.

Going to college...

Jiang Sicheng rarely heard Chen Su bring up the past.

He knew she was young, knew she was struggling to survive on her own, and knew she must have suffered a lot.

But when she spoke of it in such a calm, even longing tone, the unspoken hardships seemed to transform into tiny grains of sand, silently grinding against his heart.

A strange, bittersweet feeling filled his chest.

That's not sympathy.

Sympathy is looking down on the weak.

Chen Su is no longer a weakling.

She is not a weak girl who needs protection, but a reliable teammate who can stand on her own, fight side by side, and be entrusted with someone's back.

She is strong and indestructible.

It was a deeper, more complex emotion...

It's heartbreaking.

He wanted to protect her.

He wanted to shield her from all the storms and winds, and to present her with what she had longed for but never received.

The thought was so clear, so intense…

He remained silent, guarding the night, his back as straight as a pine tree, his eyes reflecting the flickering firelight and a quiet, budding determination.

_

After leaving the Eastern Safe Zone 6, life seemed to enter a different rhythm.

There is no clear destination, no task that must be completed, only a vast world and a direction to follow at will.

They drove off-road vehicles, cruising through the vast yet dangerous wilderness.

Sometimes they would deliberately venture into areas where a few zombies still roamed, efficiently clearing out and collecting crystal cores.

Sometimes you'll encounter smaller survivor groups who will offer assistance as needed, such as guiding them to safe routes, helping them fend off threats they can't handle, in exchange for supplies or information.

They also established connections with some small, neutral settlements that gradually formed, exchanging accumulated crystal nuclei for much-needed fuel or rare medicines.

Jiang Sicheng's energy control has become increasingly sophisticated, enabling him to perform multiple complex operations simultaneously, and he has even begun to explore more macroscopic energy field influences.

He Yunfan's healing abilities combined with his spatial dual-elemental powers not only save lives and store items, but also expand the size of the space several times over.

Song Yi's lightning was finally tamed, and he could control its power at will.

Chen Su's perception ability also underwent a qualitative leap.

It can not only provide early warnings, but also offer a certain degree of psychological reassurance or interference.

She no longer needs physical contact to hear someone's thoughts; as long as they are within a certain range and their emotions are fluctuating drastically, she can vaguely catch fragments of their thoughts.

More importantly, she learned to control herself, actively blocking out those noisy inner voices and only perceiving them when needed, greatly reducing her mental burden.

Strength brings confidence, and also true freedom.

They no longer worried about basic survival supplies; the absorption of crystal cores and the tempering of combat allowed their superpowers to steadily improve.

Sitting around the fire at night is no longer a heavy discussion about survival, but rather a more relaxed atmosphere.

Chen Su's smile became more and more frequent; that genuine, bright, and warm smile always managed to melt away Jiang Sicheng's cold and hardened heart.

_

The news came quite by chance.

They took a short break in a small survivor settlement, exchanging a few crystal cores for fresh vegetables.

The settlement's administrators excitedly announced to everyone that they had received a broadcast from the Eastern Safe Zone that a perfected vaccine against the zombie virus had been successfully mass-produced and was being distributed to various survivor settlements.

"What's the name of the vaccine?" someone asked loudly.

The manager, holding the copied slip of paper, read aloud, "The code name is... CHJSM! It's said this code name has special significance, commemorating the contributor who initially provided the crucial samples and ideas!"

"CHJSM..."

Amid the noisy crowd, Jiang Sicheng, Chen Su, Song Yi, and He Yunfan paused slightly.

The four people's eyes met briefly in mid-air.

Without a word, they both saw a complex smile in each other's eyes, a smile that was hard to describe, a mixture of relief, pride, and realization.

Meng Anran succeeded.

Those three reagents, which embodied their blood and hope, did not ultimately fade into oblivion.

Within high walls, in the hands of professional researchers, it sprouted, branched out, and eventually bore fruit powerful enough to change the world.

_

Time slipped away silently in the wind of the wilderness.

There is more and more information, and it is becoming increasingly specific, about the restoration of order.

Some large safe zones have begun to radiate their influence outward, clearing passageways, establishing outposts, and gathering refugees.

Occasionally, one could hear intermittent good news on the radio about the progress of reconstruction, the resumption of production, and the recruitment of talent.

The world bears countless scars, yet it is slowly beginning to heal.

They witnessed the simple houses that were rebuilt on the ruins, the seedlings that were tried to be planted on the cracked earth, and the light that gradually rekindled in people's eyes—a light that belonged to life, not just survival.

Chen Su would gaze at those scenes for a long time, watching the children run and laugh in the relatively safe open space, and watching people work together to build houses and cultivate fields.

_

It was a sunny afternoon.

Jiang Sicheng called Chen Su to the side of the off-road vehicle.

The setting sun cast long shadows of the two of them.

He handed Chen Su a manila envelope, his tone calm and casual: "I just happened to pass by a temporary resident affairs service point and registered you. Your identity information needs to be updated so it will be more convenient in the future."

Chen Su took it with a puzzled look and opened it.

A brand new identity card.

The photo on the card was taken not long ago when Song Yi somehow got hold of a working Polaroid camera and insisted on taking a picture together; it's the only group photo of the four of them.

In the photo, Song Yi is laughing carefree, He Yunfan looks calm, Chen Su stands in the middle with a slight smile on her lips, and Jiang Sicheng stands to her side and behind her with a cold expression.

At this moment, the card that Jiang Sicheng handed her only had her name on it.

It was carefully cut out; her smile was clear, and her eyes were bright.

She then looked at another document.

At the very top are several eye-catching large characters.

Application Form for Admission to the Eastern United Reconstruction University for Special Talents

College name, major list, application requirements... line after line of text came into view.

Chen Su was stunned, her fingertips trembling slightly, but her heart began to pound uncontrollably.

Countless emotions surged up: shock, bewilderment, disbelief, and a hint of self-doubt and an instinctive retreat.

She raised her head and looked at Jiang Sicheng, her lips moved, but no sound came out.

Jiang Sicheng's gaze calmly fell on her face, taking in all her subtle reactions.

He stated, "Your identity information has been entered into the network reconstruction, which is legal and compliant. This application form has a special channel, so the review will be faster."

He paused, his gaze growing even deeper.

"Chen Su, you possess exceptional learning ability and willpower, invaluable practical experience and unique cognitive abilities, and a distinctive understanding of post-apocalyptic ecology and survival strategies. You..."

He looked at her, and said, word by word:

"He is an outstanding talent."

Chen Su choked up, and her eyes welled up with tears.

"This application is a choice, an opportunity. It doesn't mean you have to become a certain kind of person, nor does it negate everything you've done before or are doing now."

"If you want to go, fill it out and follow the procedure. If you don't want to go, or if you don't like it after going, you can come back anytime."

No pressure, no expectations, just a simple choice and a always-effective fallback plan.

After a long while, Chen Su nodded vigorously and softly hummed in a voice with a heavy nasal tone.

Jiang Sicheng looked at her, a smile playing on his lips. He raised his hand and used his fingertips to wipe away the tears that were about to fall from her eyes.

"Why are you crying?" he said softly, his tone unusually gentle. "The road ahead is long."

Looking at his face so close to hers, Chen Su's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and her pent-up emotions poured out like a flood.

Without further hesitation, she stepped forward and threw herself into his arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his lean waist.

Jiang Sicheng's body stiffened slightly for a moment, then relaxed, slowly raising his arms to hug her back.

His palm gently patted her trembling back.

His embrace was broad and warm, carrying a comforting and familiar scent, as if shielding us from all the storms of the outside world.

Chen Su buried her face in his chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, and feeling his silent yet solid embrace.

After a long while, she asked in a muffled, low voice:

"You're so nice to me...do you like me?"

A brief silence followed, the evening breeze gently brushing against my hair, bringing a ticklish sensation.

Then, she felt the arms around her tighten slightly.

Jiang Sicheng lowered his head and gently brushed his chin against the top of her soft hair, his warm breath brushing against her ear.

A moment later, a clear response came.

"Um."

At the same time, his straightforward thoughts were conveyed without reservation.

【like.】

I really like it.

He once thought of moving the stubborn rocks and clearing a path for her.

Now, the road stretches out beneath her feet.

He is willing to be the eternal mountain behind her, silent and steadfast, so that no matter how high or far she flies, she can always see her way home and find strength when she looks back.