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

the next day.

The morning air was slightly cool. Chen Su carried two steaming hot breakfasts and arrived early at the empty classroom.

She placed one of the portions on her desk and then walked toward Shen Que's seat.

She gently placed a cup of warm soy milk and a sandwich deep into the drawer of the table, then carefully concealed them with a book.

After Chen Su returned to her seat and finished her breakfast, the other students entered the classroom one after another.

Today it's Chen Su's turn to be on duty.

She picked up a broom and began sweeping the back aisle.

She was sweeping backwards when she accidentally bumped into a warm chest, the faint scent of mint instantly enveloping her.

"sorry!"

Chen Su hurriedly turned around and subconsciously apologized.

I looked up and met a pair of indifferent eyes.

The person who was hit was Shen Que.

He lowered his head, his brows furrowed slightly, and looked down at her. His gaze held no emotion, only the usual aloofness and impatience at being disturbed.

He didn't speak, but simply glanced at her with his dark eyes before walking past her to his seat.

Chen Su watched his indifferent back and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he didn't get angry.

Shen Que casually stuffed his schoolbag into the desk drawer, then suddenly paused.

He pulled out the plastic bag containing breakfast.

Chen Su continued sweeping the floor with the broom, but her peripheral vision involuntarily drifted towards his direction.

Shen Que picked up the bag and placed it on the table, glancing at it without a flicker of emotion in his eyes.

Then, just like he threw away the medicine yesterday, he got up, walked to the trash can at the back of the classroom, and casually tossed it aside.

"Smack."

Breakfast was accurately placed into the bucket.

The soy milk cup made a dull sound when it was hit.

He sat down as if nothing had happened, took out his phone, leaned back in his chair, casually propped his legs up on the desk crossbar, and started playing games.

The light from the screen reflected on his face, making him appear exceptionally indifferent.

Chen Su withdrew her gaze and continued sweeping the floor, feeling no sense of defeat.

This was entirely expected.

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After the morning classes began, the sunlight gradually became intense, shining obliquely on Shen Que's profile through the window.

He was still sleeping with his head on the table, the light was a bit too bright, and even in his sleep he couldn't help but move around a little.

Chen Su, sitting in her seat, noticed this. She hesitated for a moment, then gently stood up, walked to the window, and quietly pulled the curtain halfway closed on the window closest to his seat.

It perfectly shielded him from the annoying sunlight.

Shen Que seemed to be sleeping even more soundly in the shadows.

_

When the school bell rang at noon, Shen Que was the first to leave the classroom.

Chen Su noticed that Zhou Qian was not at the school gate today.

She silently checked Shen Que's movements with the system.

[Target: Shen Que; Current destination: Billiards hall, 500 meters to the right of the school.]

Coincidentally, the billiard hall was on the way home for Chen Su.

A thought flickered in her mind. She slung her backpack over her shoulder and quietly followed Shen Que from a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

Shen Que was very tall, with an upright posture but a carefree attitude.

He carried a bag on one shoulder and had his hands in his pockets, making him stand out in the crowd.

He walked at a slow pace, but his strides were large, and Chen Su needed to quicken her pace slightly to keep up.

As they walked past a street corner, Chen Su noticed that Shen Que seemed to pause slightly before continuing on his way as if nothing had happened.

Her heart tightened, and she instinctively ducked behind a wall by the roadside, holding her breath.

After waiting a while, she figured he should be far away, so she cautiously peeked out to check Shen Que's direction.

However, as soon as she peeked out, a shadow loomed over her.

Shen Que had returned at some point and was now standing right in front of her, so close that she could almost feel his presence.

He leaned slightly closer, his cold eyes scrutinizing her intently.

"Have you been following me for ten minutes?"

His voice wasn't loud, but his tone was cold and harsh, carrying a strong sense of oppression. "What do you want?"

Chen Su's face instantly turned red, the redness extending all the way to her ears.

They were both frightened and embarrassed by being caught red-handed.

Her heart pounded like a drum. She hurriedly lowered her head and whispered, "I...I didn't follow you. My house is in this direction too."

Shen Que clearly didn't believe it. Did he really need to sneak around like this to get home?

He scoffed lightly, "Oh, what a coincidence?"

Just then, whistles and greetings came from the entrance of the billiard hall next door.

"Brother Que is here!"

"Hey, Brother Que, who's this?"

Two stylishly dressed boys with dyed yellow hair walked over and curiously looked at Chen Su, whose face was flushed.

Shen Que straightened up, resuming his nonchalant demeanor, glanced at Chen Su, and casually said, "Classmate."

Chen Su felt a little relieved, at least he still remembered that they were classmates.

"Hey classmate! Come join us!"

The boys were enthusiastic, extending invitations with smiles.

Chen Su looked at Shen Que, but he didn't react at all, not even glancing at her, and walked straight into the billiard hall.

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly and followed them inside.

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The billiard hall was dimly lit and filled with a mixture of leather and fragrance.

As soon as Shen Que entered, he found a recliner in a corner, crossed his legs, and continued playing on his phone, as if the incident at the door had never happened.

Occasionally, when a friend calls him, he lazily gets up, picks up his golf club, and casually takes a few shots.

He has excellent technique, with clean strokes, precise angles, and the crisp sound of the ball hitting the ground often draws cheers from his teammates.

Chen Su stood quietly to the side and watched.

After a while, a pool table became available nearby, and one of Shen Que's friends handed her a cue stick, encouraging her to give it a try.

Chen Su had never played billiards before.

She clumsily imitated others, bending down, setting up the cue, and striking the ball.

Either the cue ball doesn't even touch the target ball, or the force and angle are completely wrong, causing the cue ball to fly around erratically.

Once, she used too much force, and the white ball fell directly into the pocket with a "clatter," causing several boys to burst into laughter.

Even Shen Que, who had been playing on his phone, couldn't help but look up and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

The blush that had just faded from Chen Su's face reappeared, but this time she had a vague feeling that this was an opportunity.

She mustered her courage and walked up to Shen Que, pleading softly, "Shen Que, could you teach me?"

Shen Que looked up at her, seemingly surprised that she would come to him and ask him to teach her.

Finding it amusing, he simply replied perfunctorily:

"Okay."

He didn't get up; he just sat there, legs crossed, like a big shot.

He gave her a few lazy verbal instructions, teaching her how to stand on the pole and how to judge the angle.

Knowledge gained from books is ultimately superficial.

Chen Su tried again as he instructed, but the result was still a disastrous defeat.

Shen Que clicked his tongue in exasperation, put down his phone, and walked over.

He raised an eyebrow, his tone mocking: "Aren't you a good student? With a brain like that, you can't even learn this?"

He walked behind her, instantly closing the distance between them.

Chen Su could clearly feel the warmth emanating from his chest, as well as the scent of mint mixed with a faint tobacco fragrance emanating from his body.

His arm went around her side, his large hand covering her hand holding the bar, slightly adjusting her posture.

His breath almost brushed past her ear.

"Focus on that ball, relax, don't be so stiff." His voice was deep and had a touch of magnetism.

Chen Su froze, her heart pounding uncontrollably. Following his lead, she was guided by him to complete the stroke.

With a crisp "bang," the target ball fell into the pocket!

"It's in!" Overwhelmed with joy, Chen Su immediately turned around, a bright smile spreading across her face, and looked at Shen Que, who was standing right next to her.

"Shen Que! He's in!"

She turned around too quickly, and the two were so close that they could see each other's reflections in their eyes.

Shen Que seemed to be stunned for a moment, then quickly released his hand, took a step back, resumed his aloof demeanor, sat back in the recliner, picked up his phone again, as if nothing had happened.

"Hmm," he responded casually, his gaze returning to his phone screen.

There was a moment of subtle, lingering tension.

The heat on Chen Su's face hadn't subsided yet when she put down her cue and checked the time.

"Um... I need to go home," she said softly.

Shen Que didn't look up, but just hummed in agreement again.

Chen Su picked up her schoolbag and walked to the door. After hesitating for a moment, she stopped and turned to the figure leaning against the recliner inside, sincerely saying:

"Shen Que, thank you for teaching me how to play billiards."

Without waiting for a response, she pushed open the glass door and stepped into the bright sunlight outside.

Inside the billiards hall, Shen Que's finger paused slightly as he swiped his phone screen, then resumed normal operation.