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

For a few seconds, the air seemed to freeze.

Chen Su could feel his heart pounding violently beneath his chest, and she could also feel the stiffness in his body.

However, the next second.

Shen Que slowly pried open the hands wrapped around his waist. The movement wasn't rough, but it carried an undeniable determination.

He didn't push her away, but instead took a step back, completely breaking free from that brief but warm embrace.

The terrifying aura of ferocity emanating from him had dissipated, replaced by a sense of calm.

He looked at her, his eyes devoid of any emotion, his voice returning to its usual coldness, even more distant than before:

"after."

His voice turned cold, like the autumn night wind, sharp and devoid of any emotion.

"Stay away from me."

After saying that, he turned around resolutely, took long strides, and left quickly. His figure soon disappeared at the end of the corridor without a trace of lingering.

Chen Su stood there, as if all her strength had been drained away. Looking in the direction he had disappeared, tears finally welled up uncontrollably and silently slid down her cheeks.

She didn't chase after him any further, nor did she have the courage to return to the private room.

She walked straight out of the club, the evening breeze blowing on her tear-streaked face, bringing a chill.

She took out her phone and sent Xu Qian a short message:

[Sister Xu Qian, I'm sorry, something came up at home and I have to go back now. See you next time!]

Inside the private room, Xu Qian looked at her phone, then glanced at Shen Que, who had been leaning against the sofa without saying a word since returning, his hand pressed against his forehead, not even playing on his phone.

The oppressive aura emanating from him almost made the temperature in the entire private room drop several degrees.

She sighed and replied:

Okay, you go ahead and do your thing, it's fine.

Chen Su returned home and buried herself in a sea of ​​homework, trying to numb her chaotic mind with the heavy workload.

She couldn't really understand it.

She really didn't understand.

The jumbled characters seemed to reflect her thoughts at that moment.

Grandma brought in the fruit. Seeing her slightly red eyes and her forced composure, Grandma's lips moved, but she didn't say anything. She just silently placed the fruit on the table and gently patted Grandma's shoulder.

As Chen Su's only relative, how could she not see that her granddaughter had been depressed lately?

But she had no choice.

She is Chen Su's grandmother, her guardian.

She had to harden her heart and take responsibility for Chen Su's future.

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From that day on, Shen Que never appeared at school again.

His seat was completely empty, as if he had never existed there.

Chen Su would occasionally stare blankly at his chair, then come back to his senses and bury himself in his work.

Time will not stop because of anyone's sorrow.

Time flies, and the midterm exams are just around the corner.

Shen Que was absent, as was to be expected.

Chen Su looked at the empty seat and could only think about it silently in her heart.

That's fine, it's okay.

He's going abroad anyway, and he's so smart, what difference does it make whether he takes the exam or not?

At noon after school, her grandmother sent her a message saying that she had to go out for lunch and that she wouldn't be home, so Chen Su should go to a restaurant to have lunch by herself.

Chen Su replied.

As soon as Chen Su stepped out of the school gate, she spotted a figure she hadn't seen in a long time in the bustling crowd.

It's Zhou Qian.

She almost instinctively thought Zhou Qian had come to see Shen Que, but Shen Que hadn't come for a long time.

However, the next second, Zhou Qian's gaze was precisely locked onto her, and she walked straight towards her.

"Chen Su, do you have time? I'd like to talk to you."

Zhou Qian got straight to the point, her tone calm.

Chen Su was somewhat surprised, but still nodded.

The two found a quiet coffee shop near the school and sat down.

The midday sun shone through the glass window, casting dappled shadows on the table.

The autumn sun was not warm.

Zhou Qian stirred her coffee, cutting straight to the point without much small talk. She looked up at Chen Su sharply and asked, "Chen Su, do you like Shen Que?"

Chen Su held the warm cup, her fingertips tightening slightly, without answering immediately.

Zhou Qian looked at her silent expression and chuckled softly, the tone of which was unreadable—whether it was mockery or something else. She said:

"I saw you two hugging at the club that day."

Chen Su suddenly raised her head, her cheeks burning slightly uncontrollably.

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't peek on purpose."

Zhou Qian shrugged. "You're all going to the restroom, but I'm not allowed to go too?"

She paused, then her tone became serious, with a lecturing quality, "I think you two are not a good match."

"Why?" Chen Su heard his own dry voice.

"What else could it be?" Zhou Qian seemed to think she had asked a silly question.

"You are not from the same world at all."

She came to see Chen Su today with a very clear purpose.

In her view, Shen Que's attitude towards Chen Su was clearly different, even somewhat special, which made her feel threatened.

Even though she and Shen Que didn't have any relationship.

She wasn't sure exactly how far Chen Su's feelings for Shen Que had gone, but she wanted to make Chen Su back down.

"You're a good student, with good grades and you're obedient. He's a notorious school bully, with a bad temper, who fights, skips classes, and does nothing. The two of you are fundamentally incompatible."

Zhou Qian listed them out, trying to draw a line using the most superficial differences.

She then posed a more practical question, tinged with a hint of harshness: "Besides, do you know what Shen Que's family does? His parents own a huge company in America; they're incredibly wealthy. Shen Que lives alone in such a massive villa, and he also owns a billiards club and a racetrack… The gap between you two is just too vast. A family like theirs would absolutely never accept you…"

Zhou Qian continued to elaborate on the stark realities of the situation, attempting to completely shatter any remaining illusions Chen Su might have by highlighting her family background.

However, Chen Su's attention was suddenly drawn to one keyword.

"...Running a club?"

Chen Su suddenly raised her head, her eyes wide, and interrupted Zhou Qian in disbelief.

"The billiards club...is it owned by him?"

Zhou Qian was taken aback by her sudden reaction, somewhat bewildered: "Huh? The club? You've been there so many times, don't you know?"

Looking at the genuine shock and realization on Chen Su's face, she couldn't help but wonder.

Chen Su shook her head blankly.

She really doesn't know.

She always thought he was a kind and generous stranger.

So... that kind boss who helped her when she fainted, that club owner whom Xu Qian described as "a very nice person"...

Is it Shen Que?

Zhou Qian saw her shake her head, and she didn't understand why Shen Que wanted to keep it from Chen Su.

But in any case, this fact itself speaks volumes.

Shen Que's feelings for Chen Su were special and different.