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

Chen Su sat at the bar for a while, watching the waiter quickly clean up the mess. Xu Nanqiao was also hurriedly called away by the head waiter, who scolded her in a low voice, and then she went back to work with red eyes.

The hall was filled with the interplay of light and shadow, and the soft music continued, as if the minor disturbance from just moments before had never occurred.

Chen Su got up and left, walking out of the gate of Nirvana.

The night breeze outside was slightly cool, dispelling the slight smell of alcohol clinging to my clothes.

A silver-gray Porsche was waiting in a parking space not far away. When the driver saw her come out, he immediately got out of the car and opened the door for her.

Chen Su didn't say anything and sat down.

The car drove smoothly into the night, heading towards the Chen family's villa area on the outskirts of the city.

Outside the car window, the dazzling city lights rushed past. Chen Su leaned back in her seat, closed her eyes to rest, but her mind was still clearly recalling everything that had just happened.

Especially... that brief but scrutinizing gaze from the second floor.

Pei Fang.

She rolled the name on her tongue without uttering a sound, the light from the window casting flickering shadows on her face.

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The next day, Lansfield College.

Chen Su arrived very early. There weren't many students at the college gate yet; only a few boys in sportswear were jogging on the playground.

The morning light shone through the tall arched windows, casting a thin halo of light.

At this time, there were almost no people in the classroom.

She first went to her seat, put down her bag, and then went straight to Pei Yue's seat.

Pei Yue's seat is fixed; it's by the window, offering the best view, and the desk is large.

As expected, there were some things piled up on the table.

Several exquisitely packaged envelopes, sealed with fragrant wax seals, were addressed to Pei Yue in cursive script, and some were even tied with ribbons.

The drawer was crammed full of exquisitely packaged gift boxes, which, judging from their size and shape, were probably jewelry, perfumes, dolls, and the like.

This is almost a daily occurrence.

Love letters, gifts for confessing love, all sorts of little trinkets to show affection...

Pei Yue's family background, appearance, and status in the academy mean she never lacks suitors and people trying to curry favor with her.

These were all secretly slipped in when she wasn't around.

Pei Yue herself never bothered to deal with these things; she would just frown and then casually pass them on to Chen Su, who was following behind her.

Chen Su began tidying up with a blank expression.

The pink envelope smelled of perfume, the gold-embossed card was filled with cheesy poetry, and there were exquisitely packaged chocolates, jewelry, perfume...

Without even glancing at them, she deftly gathered them all together, then walked to the trash can in the corner of the classroom and let go of it—

"Splash!"

All items that embody the thoughts, desires, or self-interest of young men and women are rendered worthless and fall into the bin, joining the trash.

She knew that this scene could very well be seen by a classmate who arrived early and also had a crush on Pei Yue or was bringing a gift, through the classroom window or the crack in the back door.

Those resentful and angry gazes never fell on the aloof Pei Yue, but were fixed on Chen Su, the executor.

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When the pre-class bell rang, students poured into the classroom one after another.

Almost at the last second of the bell, Pei Yue appeared at the classroom door.

She was clearly dressed up today, her makeup was more vibrant than usual, and her long, chestnut-colored curly hair flowed smoothly over her shoulders.

The Lansfield College uniform fit her perfectly in every detail.

She walked straight to her seat without glancing to the side, showing no concern for the tidiness of her desk, as if it were a matter of course.

The first period in the morning is math class.

The old professor, with his gray hair, glasses, and serious, old-fashioned demeanor, began deriving complex formulas on the blackboard. His tone was calm and monotonous, carrying a sense of academic dryness.

Chen Su opened her brand-new textbook, concentrated, and tried to keep up with the professor's thinking. However, those complex formulas and theorems were like gibberish to her, given her weak foundation and long-standing lack of focus on her studies.

As I listened, drowsiness washed over me like a tide, my eyelids began to grow heavy, and my thoughts drifted away involuntarily.

The original owner's grades were already mediocre. After arriving in Lansfield, the huge difference in environment and psychological pressure caused her to focus all her energy on how to survive cautiously and how to please Pei Yue, and her studies were completely neglected.

This body seemed to have inherited that dullness and resistance to knowledge. As it listened, its eyelids began to grow heavy, and the blackboard and the teacher's figure in its vision gradually blurred and became double.

Chen Su gave up resisting, letting drowsiness slowly engulf her. Her head lowered little by little until it finally rested on her folded arms, and her consciousness slipped into a state of chaos.

The class was drawing to a close in a daze.

Chen Su barely managed to stay awake. When the professor announced the end of class, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and secretly yawn. Her eyes welled up with tears, and a thin layer of mist rose up.

Just then, An Ke, who had just returned, approached Pei Yue excitedly and reported, "Yueyue, I just heard from a student council member that the president is in his office right now! And your brother came to school today too, and it seems he's also in the president's office!"

Pei Yue, who was idly twirling her pen, suddenly brightened up upon hearing this and immediately sat up straight.

She casually picked up the bottle of a luxury brand perfume she always carried with her from the table, sprayed it twice into the air around her, then raised her hand and gently waved it in front of her, letting the sweet fragrance spread evenly.

"Really?" Pei Yue's voice became lighter, and the corners of her mouth turned up. "Brother came to school today? That's perfect, I'm going to go find him."

She said she was looking for her brother, but everyone knew that what she really wanted to see was Fu Dongheng, who could be with Pei Fang.

Pei Fang's appearance gave her the most legitimate reason to go to the student council president's office.

She stood up, straightened her collar and skirt, and then casually picked up the school uniform blazer draped over the back of the chair, handing it to him without even looking at it.

Chen Su was already used to this action, and silently stood behind her as she stood up.

When the coat was handed to her, she immediately stepped forward, took it with both hands, and neatly draped it over her arms.

"Let's go."

Pei Yue was in a good mood and walked out of the classroom first, the sound of her high heels clicking on the ground crisp and rhythmic.

Chen Su, clutching her coat, quietly followed half a step behind her.

The two walked through the slightly noisy corridor and arrived at the relatively quiet student council area on the other side of the main building.

The student council president's office is at the far end of the third floor. It is a more spacious room than a regular office, with a dark solid wood door that is tightly closed.

Pei Yue walked to the door and, without pausing for long, casually raised her hand and tapped the door twice with her knuckles. Before waiting for a response from inside, she pushed the door open.

"elder brother!"

The call was sweet and soft, with a slight upward inflection at the end, carrying a hint of coquetry.

Almost simultaneously, the two people in the office looked up at the sound and turned their gaze toward the door.

Fu Dongheng sat behind his large desk, leaning slightly back in his chair, working on something in front of the computer screen.

His uniform was as impeccably worn as ever, except that the cuffs were rolled up to the middle of his forearms, revealing his smooth forearms and a simple silver watch on his wrist.

Behind the glasses, his gaze was focused and calm, and his slender fingers tapped the keyboard at a measured pace.

At that moment, he shifted his gaze from the computer screen to Pei Yue at the door, revealing his habitual smile and nodding slightly.

And Pei Fang...

He was also wearing his college uniform today, but the effect was completely different from Fu Dongheng's.

His coat was open, the zipper undone, and the collar loose, revealing a white shirt and a loosely tied tie underneath.

He didn't sit in the guest chair, but rather casually sat on the edge of Fu Dongheng's large desk, one long leg bent at will, the other dangling with the toes lightly touching the ground.

He leaned back slightly, his hands resting on the table behind him, his knuckles gripping the edge, exuding a lazy and relaxed air.

He was turning his head to the side, a nonchalant smile playing on his lips, seemingly talking to Fu Dongheng. When interrupted, he lazily glanced toward the door.

His gaze first fell on his younger sister's bright smiling face.

Then, almost unintentionally, he passed by the figure behind Pei Yue, who was looking down and holding a coat.

The girl stood to Pei Yue's side and slightly behind, her head bowed, as quiet as a blade of grass growing in the corner of a wall, without making a sound.

Her face was mostly obscured by her lowered gaze and a few stray strands of hair falling across her forehead.

Pei Fang's gaze lingered on that figure for a moment.

That figure, head bowed, quiet, and a little reserved...

It looked vaguely familiar to him.

In that split second, Chen Su quickly looked up and their gazes met for a fleeting moment.

Pei Fang's gaze, which was about to shift, paused almost imperceptibly.

Those eyes, which always carried a hint of laziness and nonchalance, narrowed slightly for a moment.

Tsk.

He remembered.

Isn't this the girl in the Lansfield uniform who stood up for the harassed waiter at Nirvana last night?

Pei Fang raised an eyebrow slightly. In his mind, the blurry face he saw on the second floor of the bar last night was superimposed on the face in front of him, and they fit together perfectly.

It's her...

No wonder it looked familiar.

So she was Pei Yue's...little follower?

Pei Yue had already stepped into the office, sweetly calling out "brother," but her steps involuntarily veered towards Fu Dongheng.

The door closed slowly behind her.

"Click".

A soft sound shut Chen Su out of the door.

She wasn't allowed to go in; she could only wait at the entrance.