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

The afternoon sun was shining brightly on campus.

When Shen Que and Chen Su walked into the classroom one after the other, several perceptive classmates immediately noticed the difference.

Although the two still didn't talk much, Shen Que went straight to the back row, and Chen Su quietly returned to her seat. However, the long-standing sense of estrangement and tension between them seemed to have melted away a little.

The air no longer seemed to freeze because of their silence; instead, a subtle calm settled over it.

Chen Su took out her textbook, but her thoughts drifted back to the back seat of the taxi not long ago.

The street scene outside the window rushed past, and the car was so quiet that you could hear each other breathing.

"So... will you come to school again after this?"

She couldn't help but ask.

After all, he was destined to go abroad, so whether he came to class or not seemed really irrelevant.

Shen Que looked out the window, his profile slightly blurred in the shifting light and shadow: "We'll see."

"Oh," she replied, feeling a little disappointed, but also thinking it was a good answer.

At least it's not that they "won't come".

You blocked me on WeChat and by phone.

She brought up the old story again, her voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible grievance.

Shen Que looked at her, paused for a moment, took out his phone, and quickly tapped the screen a few times. "Done."

He was concise and to the point.

Why did you block me in the first place?

Chen Su pressed on, her gaze lingering on his profile, "Is it because...you overheard what my grandmother said on the phone?"

Shen Que's gaze fell on the street scene rushing past the window. He swallowed hard, but ultimately did not mention that Grandma Chen Su had personally come to see him.

There are some things she doesn't need to know.

"Yes," he replied softly, "Don't let your grandma worry."

He paused, then added in a calm tone, but with a hint of concern for her, "At school, it's best to keep our distance. Don't let your classmates and teachers notice that you're getting close to 'bad students' again."

Chen Su frowned, instinctively wanting to retort, "You're not bad—"

Before she could finish speaking, Shen Que turned his head and lightly flicked her forehead with a smile: "Yeah, I know. But I don't need to prove to them whether I'm a bad student or not, I don't care."

He looked into her eyes, his tone becoming more serious, "You know that's good. Keeping our distance might be better for us right now."

He softened his tone, as if reassuring her: "You can come to the villa to see Xiaoju whenever you want. If you want to see me, just contact me. If you feel stressed, go to the club, just mention your name, and you can have whatever you want."

Chen Su understood his subtext.

The public distancing was to reduce unnecessary trouble and attention, but private contact and that base that belonged only to him remained open to her.

She looked at the bruises on his face that hadn't completely faded and nodded solemnly: "I know. But you... you can go out and play billiards, you can race cars, but you can't go to underground boxing matches anymore, and you can't let yourself get hurt again."

I don't want you to get hurt again.

Shen Que looked into the depths of her worried eyes, where the concern was so genuine.

He nodded and agreed, "Okay."

Chen Su's thoughts were pulled back to reality by the teacher's voice. She composed herself and refocused her attention on the blackboard.

Life seemed to have returned to its routine, with each day slipping by amidst tests, exercises, and the ringing of school bells.

But something is clearly different.

A corner of my heart no longer feels empty and adrift; a solid and secret connection is quietly maintained under a silent agreement.

Midterm exam results were released, and Chen Su performed consistently, maintaining an impressive ranking.

When I got home and told my grandma, a long-lost smile of relief appeared on her face.

Chen Su took a picture of the report card and sent it to Shen Que.

A while later, my phone vibrated.

Shen Que replied: 【You did a great job. Don't overwork yourself.】

Then, a photo was sent.

Little Orange lay sprawled on its back in the cat bed, paws in the air, its belly heaving as it slept, looking adorably silly.

【It can also be like this.】

Looking at the photo, Chen Su couldn't help but smile, and the fatigue of the past few days seemed to lessen somewhat.

The pressure of senior year is everywhere, and the sea of ​​practice questions seems to have no end.

Whenever Chen Su felt breathless, she would go to the club.

Now she doesn't even need to give her name; the staff there seem to recognize her and will smile as they arrange a familiar private room for her.

When Xu Qian has free time, she will come over to play a few games with her, chat, and talk about interesting things that have happened recently.

After learning that Shen was the boss, Xu Qian and Chen Su did not become estranged and continued to get along naturally, just like ordinary friends.

She would also take time to visit Xiao Ju at the villa.

Shen was sometimes present, and sometimes absent.

When they're together, they might eat something together, discuss a few problems, or just sit quietly by themselves—he plays on his phone or computer, she plays with the cat, or reads a book.

When she wasn't around, she would play with Little Orange for a while, help add food and change water, and then leave.

This way of getting along is natural and comfortable.

One Saturday morning, Chen Su received a message from Shen Que, asking her to go to the villa.

She was a little confused, but she still tidied herself up and told her grandmother that she was going to a classmate's house to discuss homework.

Grandma is now very reassured about her and nodded.

Pushing open the villa door, Chen Su was stunned for a moment, almost thinking she had gone to the wrong place.

The curtains in the living room were drawn, making it somewhat dark, but the walls and ceiling were decorated with many pink and white balloons, and strings of warm yellow lights twinkled, casting a warm glow in the dim space.

These outfits?

Is Shen Que throwing a party?

A faint, sweet scent wafted in the air.

Chen Su felt dizzy and even doubted whether she had come to the wrong place.

Then I saw a huge banner strung up in the center of the living room, with colorful ribbons that read "Happy Birthday!" in cursive English.

She then realized that this was... Shen Que's birthday?

But it seems... Shen Que's birthday is in the summer?

Her gaze fell on the center of the living room, where a small round table covered with an exquisite tablecloth sat. On the table was a pink cake decorated with cream roses and silver sugar pearls, and several wrapped gift boxes were placed next to it.

Shen Que was sitting on the sofa next to her. Hearing the noise, he looked up at her.

Shen Que stood up, holding a carefully wrapped square gift box. He walked up to her, his face expressionless, even a little stiff, and handed her the gift box, his voice curt:

"Happy birthday."

Chen Su was completely dumbfounded: "...Huh?"

She glanced at the date on her phone and suddenly realized that tomorrow was her birthday.

I've been so overwhelmed by my studies lately that I completely forgot about it.

Shen Que touched his nose and explained, "You have to go to class tomorrow, and your grandma will definitely celebrate with you after school. There won't be any time left for me."

He paused, then lowered his voice, "So, I'm celebrating for you a day early."

Chen Su looked around. The balloons and fairy lights were clearly not something that could be put together on the spot. The cake looked delicious, and there was the carefully wrapped gift in his hand...

Everything points to one fact: he remembered her birthday and prepared it with care.

A surge of intense heat instantly welled up in my heart, shattering all my feigned calm defenses.

Her nose stung with tears, and she forgot everything else. She took a step forward, stretched out her arms, and hugged Shen Que tightly.

Burying her face in his firm, warm chest, inhaling his familiar scent, Chen Su's voice was muffled, yet exceptionally clear and sincere:

"Thank you, Shen Que."