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

Upon hearing this, a hint of suspicion flashed quickly in Pei Yue's eyes.

Her brother has always been arrogant and disdainful of those around her who try to climb the social ladder through her, let alone actively seek out her followers for conversation.

He's not the type to have the leisure or patience to chat with unimportant people.

However, when she caught a glimpse of Chen Su out of the corner of her eye, the girl still maintained that submissive and timid demeanor, as if she wanted to curl up into a ball like a quail, her hands nervously twisted in front of her, her head hanging low.

Pei Yue's slight doubts quickly dissipated.

Perhaps her brother was in a good mood today, or maybe it was just a whim, a moment of boredom, and he was just teasing her casually, like occasionally teasing a cat or dog that looks alright on the street.

"What did you talk about?" Pei Yue asked casually, but her gaze was already more focused on Fu Dongheng beside her. She was clearly not really concerned about what Pei Fang and Chen Su had to talk about, and it seemed more like she was just casually replying.

Pei Fang shrugged, his posture languid, his tone even more nonchalant: "Nothing, just asking."

He raised his hand and casually patted Fu Dongheng's shoulder, the movement practiced. "Let's go, Dongheng, talk to you next time."

Fu Dongheng smiled and nodded: "Take care, Pei Fang."

Pei Fang waved casually to Fu Dongheng and Pei Yue, then turned around, put his hands in his pockets, and strode slowly towards the other end of the corridor, quickly disappearing around the corner.

Pei Yue's attention immediately returned to Fu Dongheng.

She tilted her head up, her smile sweet and charming, with a touch of girlish coquettishness: "Dongheng, are you busy this afternoon? How about we go try that newly opened French restaurant? I heard the chef came from Paris..."

"I still have a few documents to process this afternoon, and there are also some matters to attend to with the student union."

Fu Dongheng gently interrupted her, his tone polite and his smile unchanged.

But the refusal in her words was clear and unambiguous, leaving no room for speculation: "Sorry, Pei Yue, let's do it another day."

Pei Yue's bright smile froze for a moment, a clear hint of disappointment flashing across her eyes, but she quickly recovered and smiled again.

"Alright, business is important, so Dongheng, you go ahead and get back to work. I won't bother you any longer."

She paused, as if remembering something, then turned to Chen Su, who was standing quietly to her side and said, "What are you still standing there for? Let's go."

"Okay, sure."

Chen Su immediately responded in a low voice, lowered her head even further, quickened her pace, and followed closely behind Pei Yue, heading towards the other end of the corridor in the opposite direction from where Pei Fang had left.

Fu Dongheng stood still, calmly watching Pei Yue and Chen Su's figures disappear one after the other at the end of the corridor.

The afternoon sunlight streamed through the high windows, elongating and fading their shadows until they finally blended into the bright halo.

The gentle smile on his face did not fade until the two figures completely disappeared from sight. Only then did he turn around, walk back to the spacious and quiet office, reach out, and gently pull the cold doorknob with his long, slender fingers.

"Click".

The door closed, and then everything fell silent again.

_

Chen Su followed behind Pei Yue, walking at a steady pace and maintaining a just-right distance.

She lowered her head slightly, looking focused and submissive.

However, her thoughts were already racing back to the brief but subtly charged conversation she had with Pei Fang at the office door.

As she had predicted, Pei Fang was indeed perceptive, suspicious, and possessed a hunter's instinctive interest in things that were beyond the norm and beyond her control.

He was not the cynical playboy he appeared to be.

What seemed like casual conversation was actually a series of probing questions, each one a test, an attempt to pry open her facade and uncover her true self.

Her reaction... Chen Su calmly reviewed it in her mind.

Surprise, timidity, embarrassment when interrogated, a touch of clumsy kindness and naive persistence... he shouldn't have given himself away.

She deliberately created a contradictory image that was a mixture of cowardice and obedience, but occasionally punctuated by clumsy acts of kindness and weak persistence.

This image, lacking intelligence and even somewhat foolish, is precisely what makes it so incongruous with the times, most likely to arouse the curiosity of people like Pei Fang, who are used to being surrounded by people who either flatter or fawn, or who are afraid and avoid them, or who engage in exchanges of benefits…

enough.

To leave such an impression during the first formal one-on-one contact has already achieved the initial goal.

_

Over the next few days, Chen Su continued with her routine.

She remained the silent shadow behind Pei Yue, handling the endless stream of love letters and gifts for her, fetching her coat, handing her things, and quietly following her when needed.

She would occasionally run into Pei Fang on campus.

This young master doesn't appear at the academy often; he always seems to have his own places to go and his own pastimes.

Sometimes we brush past each other in the hallway, sometimes we catch a glimpse of each other in the distance in the restaurant or library.

Every time they met unexpectedly, Chen Su could feel that faint, somewhat lazy and inquisitive gaze falling on her.

He no longer completely ignored her as before, but he also wouldn't go up to her to talk to her.

Even from a distance, with a half-smile playing on his lips and a deep, enigmatic gaze, he remained unfathomable, leaving one unable to decipher his thoughts.

Then, he looked away and chatted and laughed with the people around him, as if the brief stare just now was just an illusion.

_

Cheng Yi, on the other hand, was giving her a bit of a headache.

She and Cheng Yi were classmates and saw each other almost every day.

Because of the two times he had accidentally bumped into her, he no longer concealed his hostility towards her.

When he looked at her, his eyes held not only the usual disdain for nouveau riche, but also a greater sense of annoyance and malice.

When they met, Cheng Yi would often deliberately increase the intensity of his steps, forcefully shove her aside with his shoulder, watch her stagger backward, and then let out a disdainful snort from his nose.

Or, as she passes by, she might exchange a mocking glance with the boy next to her and deliberately raise her voice to say something veiled.

Chen Su usually just silently endured it, quickened her pace and walked away without even raising her head, let alone arguing or resisting, which seemed to only embolden Cheng Yi.

_

After lunch break, Chen Su returned to the classroom from the library, which required her to cross an outdoor basketball court near the gymnasium.

Several boys were playing basketball on the court, including Cheng Yi.

He was wearing a black sports vest, revealing his well-defined arm muscles, and the scar on his brow bone was particularly noticeable in the sunlight.

Chen Su, holding several books and looking down, tried to quickly cross the sidelines.

Just as she reached the edge of the court, a basketball, whistling through the air, came hurtling straight toward her face without warning.

Extremely fast and fierce.

Chen Su had no time to react, she stood there stunned, her eyes wide open, watching the basketball rapidly enlarge in her field of vision.

"call--!"

The basketball grazed past her ear, the gust of wind causing a few strands of her hair to flutter.

The basketball slammed heavily against a tree trunk not far behind her with a dull thud, then bounced back and slowly rolled to her feet.

Chen Su was still in shock, her heart pounding.

She turned her head sharply, looking in horror in the direction from which the basketball had come.

Cheng Yi and two other boys wearing basketball jerseys were standing not far away outside the three-point line, staring coldly at her.

With a wicked and smug smile on his face, he tilted his head and laughed as he watched her startled expression. He even whistled at her provocatively.

He raised his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his thumb, and shouted:

"Hey, Chen Su!" Cheng Yi drawled, his tone imperative as he ordered, "Help me pick up the ball, what are you standing there for?"

The sunlight was blinding, and the air was filled with the scent of grass and dust.

Chen Su bit her lip, her face turning pale.

She glanced at Cheng Yi, her eyes filled with panic, grievance, and a hint of embarrassment at being publicly humiliated.

But she didn't say anything. She just suddenly lowered her head, hugged the book, turned around and ran, her steps still a little unsteady and flustered.

Watching her flee in a disheveled state, Cheng Yi let out a cold snort full of disdain.

Chen Su ran all the way to the bottom of the teaching building before slowly stopping.

She leaned against the wall, slightly out of breath, her chest heaving from the rapid running.

The area around the teaching building was quiet in the afternoon, with few people around.

She raised her hand and slowly tidied her slightly messy hair.

The panicked expression on his face vanished without a trace.

His eyes regained their usual calm, but deep within that calm, a chilling coldness quietly swept through.

Cheng Yi.

What a troublesome person... who doesn't know how to control himself.

Naïve, ridiculous, and despicable.

Why didn't that collision on the stairs last time knock him straight down?

What if you crash down the stairs, and the impact is severe enough to break your leg?

She thought coldly to herself.

In her view, this kind of behavior of bullying the weak by relying purely on violence and family background was clumsy and low-class, and it was useless except to constantly test her patience.

But now is not the time.

She took a deep breath and prepared to go upstairs back to the classroom.

However, as soon as she reached the floor where her classroom was located, she saw someone standing at the classroom door in the distance.

It was a girl, slender, who was looking anxiously down the corridor.

When her gaze fell upon Chen Su, her eyes lit up noticeably, and her face showed a mixture of joy and nervousness.

It's Xu Nanqiao.

It seems she was waiting for Chen Su right here.

Seeing Chen Su approach, she immediately hurried over to greet him, her cheeks slightly flushed from the rush.

"Chen, Chen Su!" Xu Nanqiao's voice was somewhat hurried, filled with obvious gratitude and excitement.

Chen Su stopped in her tracks, a hint of surprise and confusion on her face, as if she hadn't expected to see her here.

"Who are you……?"

"It's me, Xu Nanqiao." Xu Nanqiao quickly introduced herself, her tone earnest. "That night in Nirvana, thanks to you for helping me... I've always wanted to thank you in person, but I didn't know who you were. However, I saw that you were wearing a Lansfield school uniform, so... so I tried to look for you."

She pursed her lips a little shyly, "I asked several people before I found out your name and class. I hope I didn't bother you. Thank you so much..."

As she spoke, she bowed deeply to Chen Su.

Chen Su seemed a little embarrassed by her earnest thanks, and quickly waved her hand, a shy smile on her face, her voice softening: "Ah, no need to be so polite, Xu, it was just a coincidence that day... I didn't even expect you to be from our school."

The two found a relatively quiet corner of the corridor where few people passed by.

Xu Nanqiao clearly had a lot of goodwill and trust towards Chen Su. She briefly explained that she was admitted to Lansfield as a special student due to her family's financial situation and needed to work part-time to support her family. That day was her first day working at Nirvana, and she never expected to encounter such a thing.

"If it weren't for you, I really don't know what I would have done..." Xu Nanqiao said with lingering fear, her eyes filled with undisguised gratitude and dependence on Chen Su.

Chen Su listened quietly, occasionally offering a few words of comfort in a gentle tone and with a relaxed demeanor.

The attitude was neither condescending nor overly friendly, maintaining a comfortable distance.

Sunlight streamed in through the corridor windows, falling on the two girls.

Xu Nanqiao reluctantly said goodbye when the afternoon class bell rang.

"I have to go. The teacher for the next class is very strict, and I'll get a demerit if I'm late." She smiled at Chen Su, a much more natural smile, her eyes crinkling.

"Chen Su..." Xu Nanqiao called her name again, as if to confirm the pronunciation. "Then I'll go now, see you next time."

"See you next time." Chen Su waved to her.

Xu Nanqiao turned around and ran towards the other end of the corridor.

Chen Su watched her departing figure, a calm contemplation in his eyes.

The next time we meet should be at the Pei family's charity gala.