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

A timely knock on the door broke the somewhat somber atmosphere in the living room.

The food delivery has arrived.

Shen Que got up, his movements slowed by his injuries. He walked over, opened the door, and took two heavy food bags with the exquisite "Fuxingzhai" logo.

When he returned, he placed the bag on the dining table, his tone returning to its usual casualness: "Let's eat first."

Chen Su glanced at the packaging.

Fuxingzhai.

She knew it; it was a famous, long-established, high-end restaurant in the city, known for its exquisite home-style dishes and outrageous prices.

Shen Que ordered a lavish spread of dishes: several refreshing seasonal vegetables, a steamed fish, a tender pork rib soup, and two servings of glistening rice, all packaged in high-quality insulated food containers.

Although they are all home-style dishes, the presentation and ingredients are clearly unusual.

Shen Que naturally set out the bowls and chopsticks for her and pushed the food in front of her.

Chen Su was indeed hungry; the aroma of food made her stomach growl.

She disregarded her reserve and picked up her chopsticks to eat in small bites.

Shen Que sat opposite him and began to eat in silence. For a moment, the only sounds in the large villa were the soft clinking of bowls and chopsticks and the sounds of chewing, occasionally interspersed with the faint snoring of Xiao Ju sleeping soundly on the sofa, creating a strange, homely tranquility.

After finishing his meal, Shen Que did not immediately clean up. Instead, he took out a small item wrapped in kraft paper from the bag next to him.

"Come here." He beckoned to Chen Su.

Chen Su was puzzled, but she still obediently sat down on the sofa next to him.

Shen Que opened the package; inside were two individually packaged medical ice packs.

He tore one open, then reached out and gently supported the back of Chen Su's head with one hand, making her tilt her head back slightly. With his other hand, he held an ice pack and carefully applied it to her red and swollen eyes.

The cool, soft touch instantly covered the still slightly hot and sore area around my eyes, bringing a comfortable coolness.

Chen Su was so comfortable that she almost let out a sigh.

"Your eyes are swollen like a toad's."

Shen Que's voice rang out from above, tinged with a hint of teasing.

Chen Su exclaimed "Ah!" and immediately asked worriedly, "Is it... ugly?"

Shen Que chuckled softly, the sound resonating slightly through his chest: "Not ugly. A beautiful toad."

Hearing that he was still in the mood to joke, Chen Su could imagine his playful expression even through the ice pack, and couldn't help but glare at him fiercely, though it had no intimidating effect through the ice pack.

Shen Que gently adjusted the position of the ice pack in his hands, which were cupping her face, to make the coolness spread more evenly.

As if casually asking, "Did you... come to see Xiao Ju today?"

Chen Su paused for a moment, then shook her head.

His interruption almost made her forget why she had come here in the first place.

She didn't come to see the cats.

The coolness from the ice pack seemed to clear her mind a bit. She sniffed and decided to get straight to the point, her voice carrying a hint of grievance and accusation:

"You're the owner of the billiards club."

This is not a question, it is an affirmative sentence.

Shen Que paused slightly as he applied the ice pack to her, then clicked his tongue impatiently: "Who told you? Xu Qian?"

His tone was somewhat displeased.

"She was arranged by you, how could she possibly tell me on her own initiative?"

Chen Su snorted, a hint of temper in her voice, "What do you care who said it? Were you planning to keep it from me forever if I hadn't come looking for you and found out myself? Do you think I'm stupid?"

Chen Su became increasingly angry as she thought about it, and she spoke more urgently.

"Shen Que—"

However, before she could finish speaking, she was silenced by a sudden, icy touch.

Shen Jing moved the ice pack that was originally on her eyes a few inches down and gently pressed it onto her lips.

"Uh!" Chen Su was caught off guard, and all the words she was about to say were cut off.

Shen Que looked at her wide eyes and forced silence, a wicked yet amused smile curving his lips: "Oh, so you've come to interrogate me."

As he spoke, he moved the ice pack back to her eyes, his movements still gentle, but his tone was teasing: "So fierce."

Chen Su was both angry and embarrassed by his series of actions and words. Unable to see through the ice pack, she simply reached out and pinched his arm precisely.

"hiss--"

Shen Lie immediately gasped.

Chen Su panicked, suddenly remembering his injuries, and hurriedly tried to remove the ice pack to check: "I'm sorry! Did I touch your wound? Let me see..."

But Shen Que gently pressed her hand down.

She heard a low, pleasant chuckle from above her head, and then she realized she had been tricked again.

"Shen Que!" she choked with anger, ripped off the ice pack from her eyes, and glared at him, her face flushed. "You're always teasing me, you're such a bad student."

Looking at her puffed-up face, Shen Que's smile deepened, and he readily admitted, "Yes, I am."

"You're still a coward," Chen Su muttered under her breath, with a hint of complaint.

Otherwise, why would they have done those things, both openly and secretly?

But he dared not let her know.

I dare not admit it.

Shen Que looked down at her, the coolness of the ice pack still lingering on his fingertips. He was silent for a moment, then responded softly, "Yes, that's me."

Time flowed quietly between the two of them. One sat, while the other knelt in front of the sofa, still applying an ice pack to her. Neither of them spoke again.

As the ice pack gradually warmed up, Shen Que replaced it with a new one and continued applying it.

As the clock hands on the wall quietly passed a certain mark, Shen Que looked up and realized it was getting late; afternoon classes were about to begin.

Chen Su followed his gaze and glanced at him, then sighed softly and reluctantly, muttering, "I don't really want to go to class this afternoon..."

After a whole afternoon of running around, I still have to go to class in the afternoon.

so tired.

"No," Shen Li said immediately, his tone unusually serious and unquestionable. "You have to go this afternoon."

"You're already a senior in high school."

Chen Su was taken aback by his sudden change in seriousness, then found it somewhat amusing.

Why does this sound so familiar?

Didn't she always patiently persuade him to go to class?

Now it seems like their positions have been reversed.

"You're a senior in high school too," she couldn't help but remind him, with a hint of retort, "but you're the kind of person who never comes to school."

Shen Que was taken aback by her question. Seeing the sly glint in her eyes, his tense expression relaxed slightly, but his tone remained firm: "I'm different."

He didn't say what was different.

Perhaps he felt he no longer needed to, or perhaps... he felt her future was far more important than his.

But he quickly countered with the same words she had just said: "Didn't you say that we should have the ability to choose our future? Does skipping class give you that ability?"

Chen Su: "..."

She was speechless.

He dug his own hole, and in the blink of an eye, he filled it in, and he did so with such self-righteousness.

Shen Que watched her look embarrassed, a faint smile flashing across his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

He removed the ice pack, which was no longer very cold, and looked at her eyes. Although they were still a little red, the swelling had subsided considerably.

"Go wash your face," he stood up, tidying up the used ice pack. "I'll take you back to school."