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

When Chen Su returned to the classroom, the pre-class bell had already rung, and most of the students were already seated, chatting quietly or preparing for class.

However, there was someone standing next to her seat.

She looked up and saw Cheng Yi leaning casually against the edge of her desk, one leg bent and resting on the crossbar under her chair, arms crossed, chin slightly raised, looking like he was waiting to cause trouble.

He was surrounded by two boys he usually hung out with, and he was talking to one of them.

Clearly, he had waited for her here on purpose.

Upon seeing Chen Su enter, Cheng Yi stopped talking and looked directly at her.

He straightened up and strode up to her in a few steps. His tall figure was imposing, blocking her way to her seat.

"Oh, you're back?" Cheng Yi's voice was deliberately raised, carrying a strong sense of provocation.

Chen Su paused for a moment. She didn't look up or answer; she just wanted to walk around him and return to her seat.

She didn't want to get entangled with him any further, especially in the classroom, under the watchful eyes of everyone, and with the pre-class bell already ringing and the teacher possibly coming in at any moment.

But Cheng Yi clearly didn't intend to give her that chance.

"Chen Su, I asked you to pick up a ball at the court earlier, why didn't you?"

He looked down at her, a cold smile playing on his lips. "You ran off without even a word. How rude!"

He did it on purpose.

He deliberately brought up the basketball court incident in public, intentionally distorted the facts, and portrayed her avoidance as impolite, all with the aim of embarrassing her.

Chen Su's face was expressionless, she didn't even look at him, she just slightly turned her body, trying to squeeze through the gap between him and the table next to her, her voice calm and somewhat indifferent:

"Excuse me, I need to go back to my seat."

As she spoke, she kept her head down, tidying up the books in her hands with unhurried movements, as if she hadn't heard his provocation at all, nor did she take him seriously.

This complete disregard infuriated Cheng Yi more than any fierce rebuttal or timid retreat.

He felt like he had punched cotton with all his might.

As expected, Cheng Yi was thoroughly enraged by her nonchalant attitude.

Anger surged to his head, and the smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a sense of offense and hostility.

Just as Chen Su was about to brush past him.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Chen Su's slender wrist. Caught off guard, she was roughly pulled back and forced to face him.

"Chen Su! Did you even hear me?!" Cheng Yi roared, veins throbbing on his forehead.

He looked down at her, his eyes fierce, as if he wanted to devour her alive.

However, the next second, his movements paused almost imperceptibly.

Chen Su stumbled half a step as he pulled her, forcing her to look up at him. Her usually downcast eyes were now forced to lift and look at him.

Cheng Yi met a pair of eyes.

Her eyes had become red and misty at some point, and her eyelashes trembled slightly, casting a small, trembling shadow under her eyes.

Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't make a sound because of the pain and grievance. She just stared at him blankly, with a hint of panic and vulnerability, and even the tip of her nose was slightly red.

She looked like a small white flower, trembling and helpless, battered by a violent storm.

Cheng Yi's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason, as if he had been suddenly hit by something.

The grip on her wrist loosened involuntarily for a moment.

"Damn it, what are you pretending for...?"

As if trying to conceal his momentary loss of composure and the strange feeling in his heart, he lowered his voice, but his tone remained fierce and somewhat resentful, and his eyes narrowed.

"I didn't do anything to you..."

He didn't use much force; he knew that himself.

But her expression was one of utter helplessness, as if she had been severely bullied but was powerless to fight back...

Chen Su did not refute, but after he loosened his grip slightly, she quickly withdrew her hand and lowered her head.

Her shoulders were trembling slightly, as if she was trying her best to suppress the urge to sob.

The classroom was silent for a few seconds.

Several classmates nearby witnessed this, but no one spoke up. Some lowered their heads, pretending to read their textbooks, while others turned to talk to their deskmates…

Just then, footsteps came from the classroom door.

The teacher walked in with her lesson plan.

There were two other people with him.

Pei Yue, and Pei Fang, who had a nonchalant attitude.

The two seemed to be talking to the teacher. Perhaps Pei Fang was dropping his sister off at school on his way, or maybe he had something else to do.

As soon as the teacher entered the classroom, she saw two people standing in the middle of the room, and the atmosphere was clearly not right.

Especially Chen Su's trembling head and reddened eyes, and Cheng Yi's displeased and slightly stiff expression.

The teacher frowned. He recognized Cheng Yi and knew that he came from a powerful family and was not someone to be trifled with or managed.

He hadn't intended to meddle, but since he'd stumbled upon it, and it happened in his class, he casually asked a question, his tone indifferent:

"What's going on? Class has started, everyone go back to your seats."

Chen Su was slightly startled when she heard the voice.

She slowly raised her head, the redness around her eyes and the tip of her nose becoming more pronounced, her eyelashes glistening, and her eyes still shimmering with moisture.

She first looked at the teacher, her eyes filled with a hint of panic and helplessness. Then, seemingly unintentionally, her gaze met that of Pei Fang, who was standing next to the teacher.

Pei Fang had only casually glanced at the classroom, and when his gaze swept over the familiar figure with his head down and shoulders trembling slightly, it was just a fleeting glance.

But when Chen Su raised her face, her eyes, red and tearful yet filled with a stubbornness tinged with fear, met his gaze, his eyebrows twitched slightly.

Then, his gaze swept over Cheng Yi, who had a gloomy face and was clearly angry.

He hardly needed to think; he could guess what was going on with a little thought.

It's nothing more than Cheng Yi, that troublemaker, having nothing better to do, picking on this seemingly easy target, and ended up making her cry.

Chen Su, on the other hand, after a brief moment of stunned silence and eye contact, quickly looked away, as if she dared not look any longer.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, then stepped forward and, facing the teacher, spoke in a voice she was trying to keep calm, giving everyone a way out:

"It's okay, teacher. My eyes... suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Maybe something got in them. They're a bit stinging. I need to go to the restroom to take care of them."

As she spoke, she raised her hand and gently rubbed her eyes, a gesture that seemed both natural and slightly uncomfortable.

Her words lightly dismissed the earlier conflict, without accusation or complaint, simply using the least troublesome reason to try and quell the situation.

Upon hearing this, the teacher visibly breathed a sigh of relief, clearly satisfied with Chen Su's understanding and willingness to back down, which saved him a lot of trouble.

He nodded immediately, his tone softening: "Oh, your eyes aren't feeling well? Then hurry back so you don't miss class."

Cheng Yi stood aside, watching Chen Su's behavior and hearing her words. He glanced at her with a complicated expression, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything more. However, his expression was still not very good.

With permission granted, Chen Su lowered her head, quickly walked past Cheng Yi, and left the classroom through the back door.

Pei Yue's attention was never on such trivial matters. She was trying to say something to Pei Fang again, but Pei Fang just waved her off casually, his gaze thoughtfully following Chen Su's disappearing figure outside the door.

Only when it was out of sight did it lazily turn its gaze away, nod to the teacher, and then turn and leave the classroom door, as if it had just stopped by to take a look.

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The restroom was quiet, with only the soft glow of the motion-sensor lights.

Chen Su walked to the sink, turned on the tap, and splashed her face with the cool water.

The cold sensation stimulated her skin, quickly cooling down her cheeks, which had become flushed due to her emotional fluctuations.

She looked up at herself in the mirror.

Wet black hair clung to his forehead and cheeks, water droplets rolling down his fair skin.

A slight redness remained in her eyes, but the panic, grievance, and vulnerability within had been washed away as if by water, disappearing without a trace.

She took a tissue and slowly dabbed the water droplets from her face, then carefully tidied her slightly messy hair and uniform collar.

Just as she threw the used tissue into the trash can and turned to leave, she stopped in her tracks.

She saw Pei Fang.

He leaned against the bathroom door, one hand in his pocket, the other hanging casually at his side, one leg slightly bent, his foot resting on the bottom edge of the door frame.

The light from the corridor shone from behind him, casting a backlit silhouette around him, obscuring his expression.

He didn't know how long he had been standing there.

Perhaps they followed her from the moment she entered the restroom, or perhaps they arrived while she was washing her face.

He just stared at her, his gaze scrutinizing and scrutinizing, with a hint of obvious, almost malicious mockery.

Chen Su paused for a moment, then resumed her normal pace.

She showed neither surprise nor panic, but simply looked at him quietly, waiting for him to speak.

Seeing Chen Su looking over, he smiled that familiar smile and finally spoke, his voice echoing in the empty corridor.

"Tsk."

"I thought you were all that capable."

He spoke slowly, with a lazy tone.

"Weren't you quite the hero in Nirvana, always standing up for others?"

He tilted his head slightly, paused, and his gaze lingered on her face, which had regained its composure but still bore faint traces of redness around her eyes. The sneer at the corner of his lips deepened.

"How come I'm the one being bullied like this?"