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

When I got home that night, the expected storm did not come.

When Chen Su waited for her grandmother to return, her grandmother only glanced at her silently, her gaze complex.

She didn't press for answers or scold her; she simply invited her to eat as usual, as if the harsh reprimand she had received on the phone a few hours earlier had never happened.

This dismissive and indifferent attitude only made Chen Su feel more uncertain and upset.

The next day, she arrived at school, entered the classroom, and immediately looked at the window seat in the back row.

empty.

Shen Que did not come.

This is the first time he has missed a year since the start of his senior year of high school.

All morning, that empty seat felt like a thorn stuck in Chen Su's heart.

She was restless; the teacher's voice seemed muffled and unclear, as if it were coming through a thick pane of glass.

During break, she finally couldn't resist, took out her phone, tapped on the black profile picture, and typed a message:

Shen Que, why didn't you come to class today?

However, the moment the message was sent, a glaring red exclamation mark popped up on the screen, along with a system notification:

The message has been sent, but the recipient has rejected it.

He blocked her.

Chen Su stared at the red exclamation mark for a long, long time, until her eyes ached and the screen automatically dimmed, revealing her somewhat bewildered face.

My heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an icy hand, and a dull ache slowly spread through it.

The days that followed felt like being pulled back to square one by an invisible hand, and were even worse than before.

Shen Que started appearing in the classroom irregularly again, but when he did, he would just lie on the table and sleep, or wear headphones and play on his phone, exuding an aura of "keep away" that was even stronger than before.

Chen Su could no longer turn around and ask him questions as naturally as before.

Several times, she mustered up her courage and was about to call out to him, but he seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. Before she could speak, he would stand up, walk straight out of the classroom with a blank expression, silencing all her unspoken words and leaving only a cold and resolute back view.

The classmates naturally noticed this subtle yet obvious change.

Curious and inquisitive gazes lingered between the two, and whispers occasionally broke out, but no one dared to actually ask the two people involved.

Grandma seemed very satisfied with the result.

She still picks her up from school every day without fail.

Seeing that the tall young man was no longer beside Chen Su, the wrinkles on her face seemed to smooth out.

Gradually, she stopped keeping a close watch on Chen Su as she had before, and their lives became much more relaxed.

But Chen Su felt a huge emptiness in her heart.

This deliberate and resolute alienation made her feel suffocated.

She was determined to talk to him and get things cleared up, no matter what.

One day, the opportunity finally arrived.

She saw Shen Que walking alone through the corridor under the teaching building, and she immediately chased after him. At a corner of the corridor where there were few people, she mustered up her courage and blocked his way.

"Shen Que," her voice trembled almost imperceptibly, "can we...can we have a proper talk?"

Shen Que stopped and looked down at her.

His eyes were cold, as if covered by a thick layer of ice, devoid of any warmth, even more distant and indifferent than when they first met.

It's as if the boy who would laugh at her clumsy billiards skills that summer, who would get frustrated and throw a tantrum because she couldn't recite classical Chinese texts, and who would drive her slowly around the city at night, never existed.

"There's not much to say."

His voice was colder than his eyes.

"No, Shen Que," Chen Su explained urgently, wanting to lay bare all the misunderstandings and pressures in front of him.

"Did you...did you hear what my grandma said that day?"

Her voice was broken and intermittent due to nervousness.

"During summer vacation, you rode your motorcycle to take me home, and she saw it... She doesn't know you, she just... she just thought you were the kind of bad student who didn't study, and she was afraid of me..."

"Am I not?" Shen Que abruptly interrupted her, a mocking smile playing on his lips as he looked at her and retorted, "You think I'm not?"

Before she could answer, he said decisively, "That's me."

"You're not!" Chen Su stubbornly shook her head, her eyes quickly reddening as she denied it, "You're not like that..."

"Chen Su," Shen Que's voice grew colder, carrying an almost cruel undertone, "Are you truly foolish, or are you just comforting yourself?"

He took a step closer, his gaze sharp as he stared at her, each word spoken as if he wanted to nail himself to the pillar of shame.

"I fight, skip classes, smoke, race cars, disrespect teachers, and defy discipline. I'm such a scoundrel that my family has to find a way to send me abroad. In your grandma's eyes, in the teachers' eyes, in everyone's eyes, I'm just a hopeless piece of trash, a good-for-nothing hoodlum! What's wrong with that? Isn't that the truth?"

"That's not the real you!" Chen Su finally couldn't hold back her tears, and she choked back sobs as she retorted, "During our summer vacation..."

"Don't fucking mention summer vacation to me!" Shen Que's voice suddenly rose, filled with suppressed anger, as if his most sensitive nerve had been touched. "And don't act like you know me so well!"

He paused, clenching his teeth, as if he was trying his best to restrain something.

"Don't you know why we're on summer vacation? It's because of that ridiculous punishment! That punishment period is long over!"

"punish?"

Chen Su seemed to be deeply wounded by those words. She looked at him in disbelief, her voice breaking with sobs.

"So, all that doing homework together, playing billiards together, going for drives together... was it all just punishment for you?"

Shen Que turned his face away, no longer looking at her, his jawline taut.

He pulled a cigarette case from his pocket, roughly took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, bent down, and lit it with a "snap".

The familiar smoke rose again, separating the two, just like that day at his villa.

Suffocation, choking.

"Shen Que, please don't do this... please..." Chen Su's tears flowed freely, almost pleading.

Looking at his blurred and cold profile through the smoke, she felt the distance between them being infinitely widened.

"Then what should I do?" Shen Que exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke, looking at her through the swirling smoke. His eyes were filled with unfathomable weariness and alienation.

"Want me to keep playing this game of 'good student saving bad student' with you?"

He gave a mocking laugh, a laugh that was cold and hurtful. "Chen Su, don't be naive. We're not on the same wavelength at all."

He paused, glanced at her one last time, his gaze like a final farewell, his voice low and resolute:

"Don't come looking for me again."

After saying that, he didn't hesitate for a moment, stubbed out the cigarette he had only taken two puffs of, turned around, and strode away without looking back.

Chen Su was left standing there alone, tears blurring her vision and also blurring his resolute departing figure.

This time, it seems he really intends to push her out of his world completely.