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

Upon hearing this, Chen Su raised her eyes and looked at Pei Fang.

The next second, her gaze lowered slightly, avoiding his overly direct gaze.

"Just because I help others doesn't mean I won't be bullied myself."

She spoke softly, with a hint of seriousness in her voice, "These are two different things."

"And," she paused, then added, "that night, I didn't play the hero..."

When Nirvana was mentioned, her eyes flickered for a moment, as if she were recalling some specific scene.

That arrogant man, his accomplices who instigated the disturbance, the dark red liquor, Xu Nanqiao's pale face...

There is also that kind of naked malice that crushes human dignity underfoot.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her voice lowered even further, as if she were talking to herself.

"If...if no one had helped her back then, that customer...might have really pressured her..."

She seemed to find it difficult to utter that excessive request; her words paused noticeably, and her delicate brows furrowed slightly, revealing a genuine sense of lingering fear and reluctance.

She didn't finish her sentence, but Pei Fang clearly knew what she meant.

The arrogant man threatened to make Xu Nanqiao lick the wine off the floor.

This brief glimpse of her true emotions, intertwined with her current calm and the helplessness she had shown earlier in the classroom, created a complex and difficult-to-determine aura.

Immediately realizing she had made a slip of the tongue, she quickly composed herself and gently steered the conversation back to the present: "As for Cheng Yi... he really does dislike me..."

"But... they haven't done anything too outrageous to me yet."

Her tone softened again, even carrying a hint of defending the other person.

Although this excuse is somewhat forced and self-convincing.

"laugh."

Pei Fang let out a cold laugh that was anything but polite.

The playfulness in his eyes was replaced by a deeper indifference, as if he were looking at a fool living in a fairy tale.

"...Wasn't that a bit excessive?"

He spoke as he moved closer.

His pace was neither hurried nor slow, yet it carried a strong sense of oppression, like a beast surveying its territory, or testing the seemingly timid prey before him to see where its bottom line lay.

Startled by his approach, Chen Su instinctively took a step back, then another…

Her slender back quickly pressed against the cold, tiled wall behind her, leaving her nowhere to retreat.

Pei Fang's figure loomed over her, the distance between them so close it was almost dangerous; she could even smell his cold, woody scent again.

This position put her at a significant disadvantage, allowing her to clearly feel the pressure from her opponent and the shadow cast by the height difference.

"Then tell me, how—"

He deliberately drew out his words, with a suggestive tone, "What you call excessive?"

He leaned forward slightly, placing one hand on the wall beside her ear, forming a semi-enclosed restraint, trapping her between the wall and his chest.

The two were so close they could feel the warmth of each other's breath.

He lowered his head, his gaze fixed on her eyes, those peach blossom eyes that always carried a hint of wickedness and nonchalance, now clearly reflecting her trembling eyelashes.

"What I'm doing..." Pei Fang's voice was low, tinged with a hint of hoarseness and malicious inquiry. His gaze slid from her eyes to her slightly pursed lips, then back to her forced composure. "Is it too much?"

His breath brushed against her ear, his voice deep and pleasant, every word striking a chord in her heart.

Chen Su's body tensed instantly, and her fingers pressed against the wall curled slightly.

She dared not resist forcefully, but futilely turned her head to the side, revealing a small patch of her fair neck, trying to avoid his overly direct scrutiny and burning breath.

Her profile and neck appeared somewhat delicate under the cold white light of the bathroom, while the tips of her ears were subtly tinged with a thin layer of red.

"Calculate……"

She tried to keep her voice calm, but it trembled slightly with nervousness and panic. "Senior Pei Fang... please... don't do this."

It was the delicate fragility and helplessness unique to young girls that made her look a little pitiful.

When Pei Fang saw her like this, his eyes darkened, and a complex, strange light flashed across them.

At this extremely delicate moment.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

Clear footsteps approached from the hallway outside the restroom, along with the faint sounds of two teachers talking.

The footsteps were coming from this direction.

Pei Fang paused, narrowed his eyes, and his gaze lingered for a moment on Chen Su's reddened ear tips.

Almost instantly, the oppressive aura emanating from him receded like a receding tide.

He straightened up, withdrew his arm from the wall, and took a step back, creating an overly dangerous distance between them.

The playful and inquisitive look on his face faded, and he returned to his usual nonchalant laziness, as if everything just now was merely a whim.

"Alright," he said in a flat, listless tone, even with a hint of impatience, "Go back. I didn't intend to bully you."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Chen Su indifferently.

Then, without saying another word, he turned around briskly, put his hands back in his pockets, and with his long legs, he left the restroom unhurriedly, his figure quickly disappearing around the corner.

Chen Su remained leaning against the wall until his footsteps completely disappeared, and a few seconds later, she slowly let out a breath.

The rapid heartbeat caused by tension in my chest gradually subsided.

She raised her hand and gently touched her still slightly burning earlobe with her fingers, her gaze quickly returning to calm.

Outside the door, the teachers' conversation grew closer.

Chen Su straightened up, tidied her skirt and hair, and the slight blush and panic on her face quickly faded, returning her to her usual quiet demeanor.

She turned and walked to the sink, symbolically rinsed her hands with cold water, and then took out a paper towel to dry them.

After doing all this, she turned and walked outside.

As soon as I stepped out of the restroom, I ran into two teachers who were walking and chatting.

Chen Su stopped, bowed slightly, and greeted him politely and softly, "Hello, teacher."

One of the teachers glanced at her and nodded.

Chen Su stepped aside to let the teacher pass, and only walked towards her own classroom after the teacher had gone.

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When I returned to the classroom, a little over half of the lesson had already been taught.

Chen Su called out "Report!" at the door. The teacher glanced at her, nodded, and gestured for her to come in, without asking any further questions.

She lowered her head and walked quickly to her seat.

As she passed by Cheng Yi, she could feel a gaze fixed firmly on her.

Cheng Yi sat in his seat, his body slightly turned to the side, one hand supporting his chin, the other hand unconsciously twirling a pen.

His gaze followed Chen Su as she walked from the aisle back to her seat. His eyes were somewhat heavy, filled with irritability, lingering anger, and a hint of... inexplicable inquiry and confusion.

Chen Su's tearful, pitiful appearance just now, and her calm and composed demeanor now, as if nothing had happened, kept alternating in his mind.

And how easily she gave in to the teacher just now...

What on earth is Chen Su up to?

Chen Su seemed oblivious, calmly sat down, took out her textbook, opened it to the page the teacher was explaining, and focused her gaze on the page.

Outside the window, the afternoon sun shone brightly, casting a clear light and shadow on the open pages of her book through the glass.