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

"Enter."

A woman's voice came from inside, clear, proud, and with the composure of someone accustomed to giving orders.

Chen Su grasped the doorknob, gently pushed the door open, and went inside.

The scene inside the office came into view.

The space was more spacious than expected, and the high ceilings were also very comfortable.

The overall decorating style is a cool, understated modern luxury style, with dark gray, off-white and metallic colors as the main colors, clean lines and no superfluous decorations.

Abundant sunlight poured in through a huge floor-to-ceiling window, illuminating the interior with a bright and clear light.

Outside the window is a meticulously maintained courtyard landscape, with lush green grass, and further away, the iconic Gothic spires of the college's main buildings can be seen.

A large desk was placed near the floor-to-ceiling window. The desk was simply furnished with an ultra-thin laptop, a desk lamp, and several open folders.

Behind the desk was a black leather high-backed chair, which was currently facing away from the door.

The chair back was very high, completely blocking the view of the person sitting there. Only a strand of chestnut-brown long curly hair could be seen hanging down from the edge of the chair back, swaying gently with the slight rocking of the swivel chair.

Besides the office area, a set of light gray velvet sofas is placed against the inner wall, paired with a wool rug in the same color scheme. In front of the sofas is a small glass coffee table with a bone china tea set on it, and a latest fashion magazine is open next to it.

On the other side of the wall is a built-in bookcase with a dark wooden frame that blends into the wall, neatly filled with various hardcover books and folders.

There's even a mini bar in the corner of the office, with a coffee machine and an ice maker on the marble countertop, and a wine cabinet below displaying a lot of imported liquor.

The entire space is clean, orderly, and exquisite.

Chen Su stood at the door, her gaze quickly sweeping across everything in the room, finally settling on the high-backed chair with its back to her.

She didn't speak immediately, nor did she rush forward; she simply stood quietly a step inside the doorway.

The office was so quiet that you could hear the faint sound of airflow from the air conditioner vents and the distant chirping of birds outside the window.

A few minutes later.

The black leather high-backed chair finally turned slowly around.

It's Pei Yue.

Her appearance was undoubtedly outstanding; it was a bright and flamboyant beauty.

With fair skin, a high nose bridge, and full, rosy lips, which were now slightly pursed, he appeared both arrogant and aloof.

She has a pair of beautiful almond-shaped eyes with slightly upturned corners and long, thick eyelashes. She looks at people with a nonchalant, appraising gaze.

Her smooth, chestnut-brown long curly hair cascaded over her shoulders.

She was wearing her school uniform, leaning back slightly in her chair, one arm resting on the armrest, the fingertips of her other hand unconsciously tapping lightly on the table, her nails neatly trimmed and painted with a light nude pink nail polish.

Her gaze fell on Chen Su, who was standing at the door, and she looked him up and down.

Chen Su could clearly feel the scrutiny of that gaze.

She lowered her eyelashes slightly, concealing all the emotions in her eyes. Her hands hung at her sides, her fingers slightly curled, her posture carrying a hint of restrained obedience.

She could clearly feel the body's almost instinctive tension and fear when facing Pei Yue.

My heart was beating a little fast, and my palms were slightly sweaty.

Chen Su let it exist, and even amplified it a bit.

"What are you doing standing there?" Pei Yue finally spoke, her voice clear and her tone lazy, "Come here."

Chen Su did as instructed, and walked towards the desk.

She stopped about two meters away from the large desk, still keeping her head slightly bowed, without speaking, waiting for instructions.

Pei Yue seemed to enjoy her awe.

"What about the things I asked you to buy?" she asked.

Chen Su quickly searched her memory.

In the morning, Pei Yue sent the original owner to a high-end dessert shop outside the academy to buy a limited-edition macaron.

That restaurant is highly sought after by the city's elite circles; long queues are the norm, and reservations are not accepted.

The original owner queued for nearly two hours before finally buying it.

"I bought it, Sister Yueyue." Chen Su replied in a low voice, her tone steady and respectful. "It's in the locker you specified."

This was the original owner's habit, and also Pei Yue's requirement.

The items purchased were never delivered directly to her, but instead placed in her personal locker.

Pei Yue doesn't like her private space being invaded by irrelevant people.

"Hmm." Pei Yue responded casually, seemingly not particularly interested in the expensive box of macarons.

Her gaze had already shifted to the documents on the table, and she lightly tapped the edge of the paper with her fingertips.

"Next weekend, my family is having a small charity dinner at our private estate in the east of the city. It's a routine social event, and we've invited quite a few people."

She paused, her gaze returning to Chen Su as she observed her reaction. "You, come too."

This is not a discussion, not an invitation, it is a notification, it is an order.

Chen Su's heart stirred slightly.

The Pei family's charity gala?

This seems to be a crucial plot point in the original world.

It was at this glamorous banquet, which brought together local celebrities, that the original female lead, Xu Nanqiao, would work as a temporary waitress.

She would secretly cry in a deserted corner of the backyard because of her supervisor's deliberate harassment, and then... she would be seen by Fu Dongheng, who happened to be away for some fresh air.

The gentle and refined student council president offered her a few words of comfort.

Upon discovering this, Pei Yue was furious and began to personally confront those who bullied Xu Nanqiao.

"I..." Chen Su raised her eyes at the opportune moment, glancing quickly at Pei Yue with a mixture of surprise, hesitation, and flattery in her eyes. "Would it be appropriate for me to go? In that kind of setting, I..."

"Just come when I tell you to. Why all the nonsense?"

Pei Yue interrupted her impatiently, her brows furrowing slightly, as if annoyed by her meddling. "There's a reason I brought you here. Dress properly then."

Her critical gaze swept over Chen Su, making no attempt to hide her disdain. "Don't embarrass me."

"I'll have Anke send you the specific time and address. Figure out how to get there yourself, and don't be late."

"Yes, thank you, Sister Yueyue." Chen Su lowered her head and obediently replied.

After giving her instructions, Pei Yue casually waved her hand, "Alright, that's all, get out."

"Okay, Sister Yueyue." Chen Su bowed slightly again, then turned and walked towards the door.

She gently opened the door, went out, and then gently closed it again.

"Click".

The door lock clicked shut with a crisp sound.

She slowly raised her head, and the feigned timidity, obedience, and unease on her face receded like the tide.

Instead, there was a sense of calm and profound tranquility.

_

In the afternoon, Lansfield College had an equestrian event scheduled.

This is not a major event that requires mandatory participation, but for the academic atmosphere that values ​​elegant sports and socializing, it can be considered a small gathering that showcases style.

As the vice president of the student union, Pei Yue was obligated to attend and show her support.

Chen Su silently followed half a step behind Pei Yue.

Pei Yue walked briskly, her chestnut-colored curly hair swaying slightly with each step. She was used to the respectful or fawning glances she received along the way, only occasionally nodding to a few familiar faces.

Chen Su then took her suit jacket, which still carried a faint scent of tuberose, mixed with the warmth of the sunlight.

They were walking through the corridor connecting the main building and the equestrian hall.

This is a spacious staircase with carved wrought iron handrails on both sides.

Below the stairs is a small atrium with several tall green plants.

Just then, Pei Yue, who was half a step ahead, suddenly stopped. Her gaze fell on a certain spot, and a bright smile instantly bloomed on her face. Her voice, full of surprise and joy, called out crisply:

"Brother Dongheng!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Su followed Pei Yue's gaze and slightly raised her eyes to look.

Two people were standing on the platform at the corner of the stairs.

The one with his back to the stairs, talking quietly with another classmate, was Fu Dongheng.

Even just a side profile is enough to make someone stand out in a crowd.

He was very tall, with broad shoulders and a straight posture. The perfectly tailored Lansfield uniform looked impeccable on him, with even the details of the cuffs and tie exuding a rigorous elegance.

A pair of exquisite gold-rimmed glasses rested on his high, straight nose. Behind the lenses, his eyes were lowered as he listened intently to his companion. His lips were beautifully shaped, and his profile was clean and elegant.

His demeanor was composed and unhurried, with a gentle smile on his lips, exuding a refined and gentle temperament, like a piece of carefully nurtured jade, its brilliance understated yet impossible to ignore.

Chen Su's gaze lingered on him for a very brief moment before calmly moving away.

However, his footsteps moved half a step to the side and in front of Pei Yue, following the direction where Pei Yue had stopped.

This position makes it easier for Pei Yue, who is walking quickly down the stairs, to bump into her.

Pei Yue's entire attention was clearly drawn to Fu Dongheng below.

Her face was beaming with joy, even carrying a touch of the innocent charm of a little girl meeting her crush.

He seemed to have completely forgotten that there was someone beside him.

The moment Fu Dongheng looked up at the sound and their eyes met, Pei Yue instinctively ran excitedly toward him.

In the instant she brushed past Chen Su, her shoulder lurched forward and bumped directly into Chen Su's arm beside her.

"Well……"

Caught off guard, Chen Su let out a muffled groan from the sudden collision, instantly losing her balance, her gasp choked in her throat.

She was standing on the edge of the stairs when the force pulled her, causing her to lose her footing and stumble down several steps uncontrollably.

The downward momentum was so strong that she had no time to steady herself and was about to fall.

In the chaos, she frantically tried to grab onto something for support, only to find herself grasping a piece of clothing still warm from her body.

"Bang!"

Chen Su bumped solidly into a hard and warm back. She smiled slightly and managed to steady herself.

The impact caused the man to stumble forward, his foot even missing a step, and he was about to fall down the stairs.

"Holy crap!"

A furious yet familiar curse.

It's Cheng Yi.

He seemed to be in a bad mood today, and the old scar on his brow bone looked even more fierce under his furrowed brows.

He was absentmindedly going upstairs, intending to make a brief appearance at the equestrian center and then leave, completely unaware of this unexpected disaster.

He was hit hard on the back, and his chest slammed against the metal armrest, making him wince in pain.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and grabbed the railing with his other hand, managing to steady himself and avoid the tragedy of tumbling down the stairs.

He turned around abruptly, and before he could even fully see who had hit him, his hand had already reached out and grabbed the wrist of the perpetrator, Chen Su.

It was very strong and forceful; I couldn't break free.

"You son of a bitch—"

Their eyes met, and Cheng Yi's curse trailed off the moment he saw Chen Su's face. A vein throbbed on his forehead, and he laughed angrily, "It's you again? Chen! Su!"

He practically gritted his teeth as he uttered her name, his eyes fierce. Even he found it somewhat absurd. "Was that on purpose? Huh? Once or twice, is this never going to end? Do you really think I have a good temper!"

His shouts echoed in the stairwell, attracting the attention of a few passing students.

Chen Su felt a sharp pain from his grip, her face turned slightly pale, but her eyes remained calm.

She shook her head frantically, her voice trembling slightly from the pain and rapid breathing: "No...no, I didn't...I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to, it was just now..."

As she tried to break free from Cheng Yi's grip, she subconsciously looked up and timidly gazed at the top of the stairs.

On the stairs, Pei Yue had already run to Fu Dongheng's side, looking up at him with a bright smile, saying something to him, completely unaware of the chaos she had caused behind her.

However, Fu Dongheng, as Pei Yue ran down the stairs, inadvertently glanced at the top of the stairs and happened to see the whole process of Pei Yue bumping into Chen Su and Chen Su staggering and falling to Cheng Yi.

At this moment, upon hearing Cheng Yi's angry question, Fu Dongheng frowned slightly.

He slightly raised his hand, gesturing for Pei Yue to wait a moment, then calmly looked at the girl whose arm was being gripped by Cheng Yi, who was panicked and on the verge of tears, and at the furious Cheng Yi.

His gaze lingered for a moment on Chen Su's slender wrist, which had turned white from Cheng Yi's grip, before he spoke, his voice as gentle and calm as ever.

"Cheng Yi".

His tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable weight.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Yi paused, loosened his grip on Chen Su's hand slightly, but did not let go.

He turned his head to look at Fu Dongheng, his face still grim, but he was clearly somewhat wary of the student council president.

Fu Dongheng said gently, "I saw it just now. It was an accident. Pei Yue was in a hurry to go downstairs and accidentally bumped into this classmate, which is why she lost her balance."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Chen Su, whose lips were pursed and eyes were red, and continued, "It was just an accident, don't take it too seriously. The equestrian event is about to start, don't let it interfere with important matters."

Fu Dongheng's words were like a bucket of cold water poured on Cheng Yi's impending outburst of anger.

He could disregard Chen Su and freely mock and insult her, but as for Fu Dongheng, the student council president whose family background, abilities, and reputation were all top-notch in the academy and whose conduct was always impeccable, even Cheng Yi, no matter how unruly he was, had to give him some face.

Moreover, Fu Dongheng pointed out that it was Pei Yue's carelessness, which made Cheng Yi feel even more frustrated and unable to vent her anger.

He stared intently at Chen Su, his fierce eyes churning with resentment and lingering anger. He tightened his grip on her arm, and only after hearing her let out a pained cry did he abruptly release her hand.

Chen Su lowered her head, gently rubbing her aching arm with the hand that wasn't being gripped, and didn't say anything more.

"For the sake of the president," Cheng Yi snorted heavily through his nose, his voice full of warning, "I won't hold it against you this time. But if you're not careful next time, you won't be so lucky!"

After saying that, he glared at Chen Su one last time, then irritably tugged at his suit, which had been knocked into disarray, before turning and walking upstairs without looking back, his face heavy with anger.

As he passed Pei Yue and Fu Dongheng, he merely nodded stiffly without stopping.

The brief disturbance in the stairwell seemed to have subsided.

Fu Dongheng withdrew his gaze and looked back at Pei Yue, his gentle smile unchanged.

"Let's go, don't keep everyone waiting."

Pei Yue then came to her senses and glanced at Chen Su above the stairs, following Fu Dongheng's gaze. Her eyes showed no particular emotion, only a slight displeasure at being interrupted.

"Okay, Dongheng, let's go!"

The two walked side by side toward the equestrian arena.

Chen Su slowly raised her head, watching the two figures gradually disappear into the distance, then looked down at the red marks on her arm where Cheng Yi had gripped her arm.

The stairwell returned to silence, with only the sunlight flowing silently through it.

She took a soft breath, straightened her slightly disheveled uniform hem and hair, and then silently followed behind them.