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

Chen Su looked up and gazed out through the windshield, where a scene of extravagance and debauchery came into view.

Nirvana stands in the heart of the city's eastern business district. The entire building's facade is covered with dark gray mirrored glass, reflecting the dazzling lights of the business district across the street and the traffic flowing by. It swallows all the surrounding prosperity into its surface, yet reveals nothing of its interior.

Above the main entrance, several silver letters spell out the name Nirvana. The font is simple and austere, without any unnecessary decorations.

The number of vehicles parked at the entrance was even more extravagant than the scene at the college entrance.

A limited-edition Lamborghini, a matte black Maybach, a bright red Ferrari with its body almost touching the ground, and then a champagne gold Bentley Continental...

Each one is more flamboyant than the last.

Security guards in black suits stood on either side of the entrance. They were burly, expressionless, and wearing headsets, their eyes scanning each person who approached with vigilance.

Chen Su pushed open the car door, and the night breeze immediately rushed in, carrying coolness and the bustling atmosphere of the city night.

She got out of the car, her skirt billowing slightly in the wind, revealing a small section of fair skin above her knees.

She raised her hand to tuck the stray hairs that had been ruffled by the wind behind her ear, took a deep breath, and then strode toward the entrance.

The security guard at the entrance glanced at her, his gaze lingering for a moment on the school badge on her college uniform, but he did not stop her.

A waiter stepped slightly to the side and politely asked, "Madam, please show me your membership card."

Chen Su took out a black card from her card holder.

The card had no design, only a silver-stamped serial number and the Nirvana logo, which I handed over.

The waiter took the card and swiped it lightly on the card reader at his waist. The machine emitted a short "beep" sound, and the indicator light turned from red to green.

He handed the card back with both hands, bowed slightly, and gestured for us to enter: "Welcome to Nirvana, ma'am."

The doors slid open silently to both sides, and a warm breeze mixed with various fragrances rushed out from inside, accompanied by deep jazz music, the crisp sound of clinking glasses, and faint voices.

Behind the door lies a world completely different from the outside.

Magnificent and extravagant, a place of decadent luxury.

Chen Su stepped inside.

Nirvana's interior decoration is extremely luxurious.

A huge crystal chandelier hangs from the high ceiling, its layers of crystals refracting tiny specks of light under the lamp.

The floor is made of dark marble, polished to a mirror-like finish, reflecting the light and shadow of the chandeliers and the figures of guests coming and going.

The surrounding walls are inlaid with golden reliefs, with patterns of vines and leaves, as if they are slowly growing on the walls.

The bar is large, curved, and occupies one side of the hall.

Behind that was a whole wall of wine cabinets, stretching from the floor to the ceiling, densely packed with fine wines from all over the world. The bottles shimmered in amber, deep red, and light gold under the lights...

The lobby is scattered with booths of various sizes and round tables, and the seats are dark leather sofas.

The guests sat in twos and threes, the men in well-tailored suits and the women in colorful dresses, their bare skin adorned with diamonds and gems that sparkled under the lights.

The air was filled with different perfume scents and the faint smoke of cigars, mixed with the crisp sound of clinking glasses and low conversations, all exuding an understated luxury.

A waiter in a black vest and white shirt immediately approached, smiling and with his hands clasped respectfully in front of him: "Good evening, ma'am. Do you have a reservation?"

Chen Su waved her hand, her tone natural: "No, you don't need to follow me, I'm looking for someone."

The waiter paused slightly, his gaze quickly sweeping over the Lansfield College uniform she was wearing, a subtle hint of seriousness creeping into his demeanor.

"Yes, ma'am." He gave a slight bow, stepped back to make way, and said, "Have a pleasant evening."

Chen Su walked through the lobby alone, her gaze sweeping over every corner without making a sound, before finally landing on a bar counter near the staff entrance.

The bartender behind the bar immediately came forward. He was a handsome young man wearing a white shirt with the cuffs rolled up to his forearms.

He wiped the glass in his hand with a clean cloth and asked with a smile, "What would you like to drink, ma'am?"

"A glass of gin, please," she said to him as she sat down on the bar stool.

It's a low-alcohol cocktail made with gin as a base, elderflower liqueur, and lime juice. It has a clear color, a refreshing taste, and is not easy to get drunk on.

"Okay, ma'am, please wait a moment." The bartender skillfully began mixing the drinks.

Chen Su rested her elbows on the bar counter, her fingertips supporting her chin, her gaze fixed on the direction of the employee passageway.

Her posture looked languid and casual, as if she were waiting for someone, or perhaps just killing time.

She didn't rush to find Pei Fang.

According to the plot provided by 007, Xu Nanqiao will work here as a waitress tonight. When she delivers drinks, she is deliberately harassed by the customers and finds herself in an awkward situation. Then... she is seen by Pei Fang, who happens to be there.

Finally, he helped her out of the predicament.

The fruit wine was served in a slender tulip-shaped glass. The liquid was a pale blue color, and a fine layer of water droplets condensed on the glass.

Chen Su took the wine and sipped it slowly.

She waited, patiently waited.

She doesn't need to intervene or push things along; she just needs to stay at a safe distance and watch quietly.

Then, based on this, find your own entry point.

The liquor glides down your throat, bringing a hint of sweetness and coolness.

The jazz music in the hall changed, from the previous languid saxophone to a more upbeat piano piece. Several guests swayed slowly in the center of the dance floor, their laughter and clinking glasses mingling together.

Time slipped away quietly amidst the decadent music and swirling smoke.

The first glass of fruit wine was emptied.

Chen Su gently pushed the empty glass forward, and the bartender took it knowingly and poured her another glass.

She picked up her wine glass, but didn't rush to drink. Instead, she rubbed the water droplets on the glass with her fingertips, her gaze still fixed in that direction.

The door to the staff entrance is an inconspicuous dark wooden door located on the left corner of the lobby. If you don't look for it specifically, you can easily be distracted by the reliefs on the wall and the lighting.

The door would occasionally open, and a waiter carrying a tray or a worker pushing a cleaning cart would come out. Everyone was in a hurry and kept their heads down.

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A short while later, the dark wooden door was suddenly pushed open from the inside, and a figure hurriedly slipped out.

Chen Su's gaze lingered on her for a moment, then he raised his wine glass to his lips, using the act of drinking to conceal his gaze.

It's Xu Nanqiao.

She was dressed in Nirvana’s uniform waitress attire: a white shirt, a black vest, and slim-fitting trousers. She carried a tray with an opened bottle of red wine and several wine glasses.

Her brows furrowed slightly, and her anxious gaze swept around the hall as if searching for something.

She paused for a moment at the edge of the hall, quickly glanced around, then took a deep breath, adjusted the balance of the tray, and stepped into the hall.

Chen Su picked up the wine glass in front of her and slowly drank the last sip of fruit wine, her eyes following Xu Nanqiao's back.