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

Ever since Shen Que said "Okay, I agree," a wonderful "complementary teaching" relationship between the two officially began during this hot and long summer vacation.

Chen Su practically became a permanent resident of Shen Que's villa.

Every morning, she would appear on time with a backpack full of homework and materials on her back and two steaming breakfasts in her hands.

The fingerprint lock beeps, sometimes greeting her with complete silence, sometimes with Shen Que already sitting on the sofa fiddling with his computer or phone, and sometimes with Little Orange always happily playing in its cat bed, cat tree, or some corner.

Every few days, Shen Que would transfer money via WeChat for breakfast, the amount far exceeding the actual price of the breakfast, often amounting to several hundred yuan.

When Chen Su received it for the first time, she was shocked and quickly replied that she didn't need that much and wanted to return the extra money.

Shen Que's reply was concise and to the point, yet carried an air of suffocation: [Meal expenses. Travel expenses. Tutoring fees.]

Chen Su stared at the three words on the screen, hesitated for a long time, and finally silently clicked "Receive Payment".

She was thinking to herself that she had to save this huge sum of money carefully.

Once I graduate and start working, I might not earn this much in several days.

At the beginning of the tutoring session, both of them seemed a little awkward.

Chen Su would first push her meticulously organized Chinese language notes, essential classical poems, and selected essay materials in front of Shen Que, so that he could familiarize himself with them.

He then spread out his math, physics, and chemistry problems and buried himself in writing them in the spacious and quiet environment of his home.

Only when she encounters a difficult problem that she can't solve no matter how hard she tries will she cautiously nudge the person next to her and pass the problem over.

Shen Que's attitude towards teaching and explaining problems was really not good; in fact, it could be described as somewhat sarcastic.

He seemed unable to understand certain lines of thought that seemed obvious to him, and wondered why Chen Su just couldn't grasp them.

"You don't even know this? Just connect the AD converter and draw an auxiliary line, isn't that enough?"

He pointed to the geometric shapes, his tone somewhat incredulous.

"A force analysis drawn like this? This object would have fallen apart eight hundred years ago."

He glanced at her physical sketch and criticized it mercilessly.

"Chen Su, did you do this on purpose?"

After he solved a problem she had spent ages on in a remarkably simple way, he would ask this soul-searching question.

"This is too wordy; just get to the result."

He was completely unaware of his step-skipping problem-solving method, and even complained that Chen Su's solution was too detailed.

Sometimes Chen Su was so speechless after being choked by him that she could only put on a stern face, puff out her cheeks, and silently recalculate according to his instructions, which, although harsh, were often insightful.

Undeniably, Shen Que possesses extremely sharp thinking skills, always able to get straight to the heart of the problem and solve it in the most concise and efficient way, often giving Shen Que a sense of sudden enlightenment and the exhilaration of seeing the light after the storm.

When she tutored Shen Que in Chinese, the situation almost spiraled out of control.

Shen Que absolutely hated those classical Chinese texts and poems that needed to be memorized.

Chen Su sat beside him, supervising, while he held the book and muttered it emotionlessly like chanting a sutra, stuttering and often getting stuck halfway through. Then, in frustration, he would push the book aside and curse, "What is this garbage?! Utter nonsense!"

Or they might just throw a tantrum and collapse onto the sofa:

"I can't memorize it."

"I can't memorize it."

"Which deity could memorize this? I certainly couldn't."

At times like these, Chen Su has no choice but to use all her skills.

She didn't dare to be harsh with him, so she could only be patient and coax him in a soft voice, like she was comforting a child: "It's okay, Shen Que, let's hang in there a little longer, okay?"

"First, try to understand the meaning of this sentence, what it's talking about. Once you understand it, it will be easier to memorize."

If Shen Que still resists and refuses to give in, she will unleash her ultimate weapon—

She frowned slightly, her eyes becoming pitiful, and said in a trembling voice with a hint of grievance, "Shen Que... you promised me."

This statement seemed to be particularly effective on Shen Que.

Even if his face was full of reluctance and he was cursing under his breath, he would still pick up the Chinese textbook that he regarded as his enemy with a dark face and extreme resentment, and start reading it mechanically without thinking in an almost gritted-teeth tone.

Chen Su often couldn't help but chuckle as she watched his tall figure huddled on the sofa, gritting his teeth at the classical Chinese phrases. But she was afraid of laughing out loud and angering him, so she could only try her best to hold it in.

Then, she would lean closer and patiently teach him some methods of understanding or associative memory, trying to make the process less painful.

During this time, Xiao Ju grew up slowly, becoming more and more lively and active, and became the family's veritable "parkour master" and "destruction king".

It often suddenly darts out from a corner while they are studying, breaking a glass on the coffee table, or pushing a small ornament off the table with its furry paws, making a crisp "clatter" sound.

Whenever this happened, Shen Que would immediately put down his book, get up and walk over, pick up Xiao Ju, and scold it for "causing trouble again" and "stupid cat".

In reality, it's about memorizing as little as possible and taking the opportunity to slack off.

The days passed by in this noisy, awkward yet inexplicably harmonious rhythm.

From some unknown day, changes began to occur quietly.

Shen Que no longer needed Chen Su to remind him; he would walk to his desk on his own, though his expression was still unpleasant and his movements were still rough as he flipped through his notes or test papers.

When Chen Su was stuck on a physics problem, biting his pen and racking his brains, he would glance at him seemingly casually and then casually point out, "Try using the kinetic energy theorem."

Even when Chen Su was reciting "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" and got stuck on the line after "闾阎扑地" (lǚyán pūdì), he, who was playing a game next to him, continued typing without looking up and added, "钟鸣鼎食之家" (zhōng míng dǐng shí zhī jiā).

Chen Su turned to look at him in surprise. Feeling his gaze, he clicked his tongue impatiently and said, "So annoying, I've already learned it just by listening to it."

But Chen Su could clearly detect a hint of smugness in his feigned annoyance.

The two became increasingly familiar and natural in their interactions.

Chen Su was no longer as cautious as she had been at the beginning, afraid that she might say something that would displease him.

When Shen Que explained problems to her too quickly, jumping between steps, she couldn't help but get a little annoyed, complaining, "Shen Que! You're talking so fast, I don't understand anything! Can't you slow down a bit!"

When he tried to slack off on memorizing classical poems, Chen Su would boast with a touch of smugness, "I memorized 'Spring River Flower Moon Night' in just one class period when I was in the first year of high school!"

When Shen Que once again made a mistake with a homophone she had repeatedly emphasized, Chen Su got so angry that she picked up a soft cushion from the sofa and threw it at him without thinking!

The cushion gently landed on Shen Que's back before falling onto the carpet.

The air froze instantly.

Both of them were stunned.

Chen Su watched as Shen Que slowly turned his head, his dark eyes fixed on her. Her heart skipped a beat, and she realized that she might have overstepped her bounds.

Her first instinct was to turn around and run away.

However, before she could make a move, Shen Que stretched out his long arm, grabbed her wrist, and pulled hard!

Chen Su exclaimed in surprise as she was pulled backward and spun around before Shen Que firmly pressed her down onto the soft sofa!

The two switched places instantly.

Shen Que was above her, and she was below him, face to face, so close that they could clearly see themselves reflected in each other's eyes.

He braced himself on either side of her, looking down at her, his breathing slightly heavy.

Chen Su's heart was pounding in her chest. Whether from fear or something else, her cheeks began to burn uncontrollably.

His warm breath brushed against her face, and the only sound around them was their slightly disordered breathing.

Shen Que stared at her for a few seconds, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

Just when Chen Su thought he was about to say or do something, he suddenly raised his hand and flicked her forehead lightly.

"You've got some nerve."

He said something harshly, then straightened up and let go of her, as if the momentary pause and closeness were just her illusion.

Chen Su covered the spot where he had flicked her.

It doesn't hurt at all there.

She stared blankly at Shen Que's retreating figure for a few seconds.

Immediately, the corners of his mouth involuntarily curved upwards.

Ultimately, it transformed into a silent, slightly sweet smile.

The midday sun was shining brightly, and Little Orange lazily stretched.