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

Winter arrived as scheduled, bringing with it a biting chill.

Early in the morning, before dawn, Chen Su was woken by her alarm clock. She fumbled to turn on her phone, and the light from the screen made her squint.

An unread message popped up; it was from Shen Que.

A short video, when clicked, shows the lawn in front of the villa, now covered with a thin, clean layer of snow.

In the video, under the streetlight, the chubby little orange cat cautiously poked at the snowflakes with its paws, then jumped away suddenly, then curiously approached again, its nose covered in specks of white. It shook its head, looking utterly adorable.

The video was short, followed by a text message: "It's cold, wear more layers. The roads are slippery in the snow, be careful."

The simple instruction brought a smile to Chen Su's face as she typed a quick reply: "Okay, I understand."

She paused, then added, "Are you coming to school today?"

After sending the message, she stared at the screen, feeling a mix of anticipation and trepidation.

Shen Que's reply appeared quickly, not a direct answer, but a rhetorical question: "Do you want me to come?"

Without almost any hesitation, Chen Su immediately typed: 【I want to.】

Just as she sent the message, her grandmother's urging voice came from outside the door: "Susu, hurry up and get ready, you're going to be late!"

Chen Su quickly responded and hurriedly stuffed her phone into her bag, not even having time to see if Shen Que had replied again.

On a gloomy morning after the snow, the road was slippery and reflected a cold light. Chen Su dared not walk fast, stumbling along, and as expected, she was late.

The buzzing sounds of morning reading could already be heard from the teaching building, especially clear in the quiet snowy weather.

She jogged to the classroom door, took a deep breath, and called out "Report!"

The teacher glanced at her, probably because quite a few people were late due to the weather, and didn't say much, just waved for her to come in quickly.

Chen Su walked quickly toward her seat with her head down. As she passed the last row, she subconsciously looked up and met a pair of dark eyes that were filled with a mocking smile.

Shen Que actually came.

He sat there casually, his long legs stretched into the aisle, leaning back in his chair, watching her slightly out of breath, her cheeks flushed red from the cold wind, a smug smile playing on his lips.

Chen Su felt relieved, quickly winked at him, and then casually sat back down in her seat.

My icy fingertips reached into the desk drawer to get my Chinese textbook, but unexpectedly touched something warm and soft.

She was startled, quickly withdrew her hand, and looked down for a closer look.

It turned out to be a roasted sweet potato wrapped in a plastic bag, still steaming, with a faint sweet aroma wafting out.

My heart felt as if it had been gently struck by this sudden warmth.

Without even thinking, she immediately turned around and looked behind her.

Shen Que was resting his chin on his hand, twirling a pen between his fingers. When he met her surprised gaze, he raised an eyebrow and the smile in his eyes deepened.

Sure enough it was him.

Chen Su turned her head, picked up the hot roasted sweet potato, and felt the warmth from her palm travel all the way to her heart.

This feeling is wonderful.

A few months ago, she could never have imagined that Shen Que, who was indifferent and aloof and treated her like she didn't exist, would secretly put a hot roasted sweet potato in her desk drawer.

Back then, she would secretly slip breakfast and medicine into his desk every day, anxiously hoping he would accept it, yet afraid of being discovered.

Now, their positions and interactions seem completely different from before.

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This winter seems exceptionally long and cold; the north wind is like a knife, stinging my face.

The days of senior year of high school were spent in such a harsh winter, arriving at school early every day under the lingering stars and biting wind, and returning home late under the heavy night and lonely moonlight.

The teacher always encouraged them: "If you can get through the coldest winter nights, spring will not be far away."

The days are short, the nights are long.

Chen Su visited the villa even less often, and the two communicated more through their mobile phones.

Shen Que would send Xiao Ju various daily photos and videos.

After knocking over a vase, Little Orange squats innocently beside the shards. Little Orange also domineeringly lies on the laptop keyboard and falls fast asleep, or chases after a cat toy like a madman, twisting itself into a pretzel.

Chen Su would send Shen Que physics problems that she couldn't solve no matter what she tried, complain about the abnormal difficulty of the science comprehensive test, or simply report her weekly test scores.

Shen Que's replies were always concise.

When she saw a difficult problem, he would send her a photo a little while later, showing a clear solution he had jotted down on a piece of scrap paper. The steps were often simpler and more efficient than she had imagined.

Upon seeing the results, regardless of whether they are high or low, the system simply issues a thumbs-up emoji, without asking any questions or offering any comments.

Chen Su would sometimes ask him what he was busy with, and he would say that he was slowly looking at some materials for foreign preparatory courses, commenting in a flat tone: "It's kind of interesting, not that boring."

Upon seeing this, Chen Su felt a slight stirring in her heart.

He started to engage with things he had previously resisted, and... it didn't seem to be entirely rejection.

This is good.

His wounds are slowly healing.

This is also good.

The days slipped by silently amidst the turning of pages and the scratching of pens, and before we knew it, it was December 31st, the last day of the year.

The school kindly gave senior students a day off for New Year's Day, but the price was that teachers from all subjects worked together to assign test papers and exercises that could almost fill an entire schoolbag.

When school ended, the sky was a somber gray-blue, and the unmelted snow on the ground crunched underfoot.

Chen Su and several classmates greeted each other with "Happy New Year" at the school gate, then turned around and joined the flow of people heading home.

The shops on both sides of the street were decorated with festive ornaments early on, and colorful lights were flashing. Pedestrians were mostly in groups, walking briskly with relaxed smiles on their faces.

In contrast, Chen Su, carrying a heavy schoolbag on her back, looked rather lonely.

In the evening, Grandma was going to a gathering with her old classmates to play mahjong. Before she left, I heated up her food and repeatedly told her to get some rest and not to stay up late.

The house suddenly became quiet.

After having a simple dinner, Chen Su sat down at her desk to do her homework.

If I finish writing sooner, I might have some time to myself.

As night deepened, the occasional faint sounds of laughter and music drifted from afar outside the window, making the only clear sound inside the room—the scratching of a pen on paper—all the more distinct.

Time passed by, and before we knew it, it was already late at night.

"bite."

The phone screen suddenly lit up, standing out starkly against the dimly lit desktop.

Chen Su looked up from her sea of ​​homework, picked up her phone, and saw a message from Shen Que, containing only three brief words:

Look out the window.

My heart skipped a beat for no reason.

She stood up abruptly, rushed to the window, and with a "whoosh," pulled open the curtains and pushed open the window.

A cold night wind rushed in instantly, carrying a crisp and refreshing scent.

Almost at the same moment she opened the window.

"call out--"

A sliver of light trailed a thin trail as it pierced the pitch-black night.

Immediately afterwards—

"Bang!"

A bright spot suddenly exploded in the night sky.

The dazzling golden light burst forth like the most magnificent flower, instantly illuminating half the sky with its shimmering brilliance. Then, it transformed into countless tiny specks of light, twinkling as they slowly fell.

It illuminated the snow-covered rooftops and bare tree branches below, and also illuminated Chen Su's face, which was filled with astonishment.

Chen Su subconsciously leaned out and tried to look in the direction where the fireworks were rising.

The street below was deserted, with only a few dim streetlights. It was too far away to see the people setting off fireworks.

Before she could even see what was happening, "Whoosh—whoosh—bang! bang! bang!"

One, two, three... Fireworks of different colors and shapes rose into the sky one after another, blooming in the night sky outside her window.

Crimson, indigo, emerald green... fireworks of different colors and shapes competed for attention in the sky, their "bang" explosions ringing out incessantly, painting this small patch of night sky with vibrant colors, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

Just as one of the huge silver fireworks exploded with a deafening roar, illuminating an area below as if it were daytime—

Chen Su saw it.

Right next to the quiet street downstairs from her apartment, a tall and imposing figure stood casually.

He tilted his head back, his gaze seemingly fixed on her window.

It is Shen Que.

Despite the dazzling rain of light and the dim night, their gazes seemed to transcend the distance and meet precisely.

He saw her.

The next second, he raised his hand and gently waved towards her window.

My heart pounded wildly in my chest, the sound of my blood rushing almost drowning out the roar of fireworks in my ears.

Before Chen Su could think, her body reacted before her consciousness could.

She grabbed the down jacket draped over the back of the chair and threw it on haphazardly. Without even changing her shoes, she slipped on her fluffy slippers, grabbed her keys, and rushed out the door.

"Pat-pat, pat, pat..." Her hurried footsteps were particularly loud in the quiet corridor, and the motion-activated lights turned on one by one as she ran.

She pushed open the unit door, and a blast of cold air hit her, but she didn't feel cold at all.

Her gaze locked onto the figure urgently, and she jogged toward him.

Her cotton slippers left shallow footprints on the thin layer of unswept snow. She was a little out of breath as she ran, her white breath spreading in wisps in the cold air, but her pace did not slow down.

He's still there.

Standing on the deserted street, several empty firework tubes lay scattered at my feet, and the air still carried a faint smell of gunpowder.

He saw her too.

Seemingly surprised that she would run down directly, a clear look of astonishment flashed across his face.

Immediately, his brows furrowed tightly, and he strode towards her.

"Why did you run down here?!"

His tone was harsh, with obvious reproach, "It's so cold outside, and you're only wearing this little?"

As he spoke, he walked up to her, unhesitatingly took off the smoky gray cashmere scarf from his neck, and without saying a word, carefully wrapped it around her neck, covering even her chin.

The scarf still held his warm body heat and the clean scent of the crisp air emanating from him, instantly enveloping her and spreading warmth from her neck to her heart.

Chen Su tilted her head back, her nose and cheeks red from the cold, but her eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

Her voice was slightly panting from running and brimming with barely suppressed excitement: "Shen Que! What brings you here? And... setting off fireworks..."

Shen Que looked away, his profile appearing somewhat stiff in the dim light. His tone sounded nonchalant, even a little stiff: "Just passing by. Saw it for sale, just putting it away for fun."

As he spoke, he very naturally reached out and took her hands, which were already a little cold from being exposed to the cold air, and then put them into the warm, large pocket of his down jacket.

His palm was broad and warm, completely enveloping her hand, the heat flowing over her and instantly dispelling the chill from her fingertips.

Chen Su couldn't help but want to laugh, but her cheeks felt stiff from the cold. "Thank you..."

She spoke softly, her voice muffled by her scarf.

Shen Que gave an almost inaudible "hmm," then his gaze swept over her feet, which were only wearing cotton slippers and standing on the snow, and his brows furrowed even more: "Hurry up and go back, don't you want your feet anymore?"

Just then, the distant noise from the city center seemed to suddenly increase significantly. Cheers and music merged into a blurry yet enthusiastic wave of sound, and faintly, one could almost hear the crowd chanting a countdown in unison.

"...five, four, three..."

"It's almost midnight," Chen Su said softly, looking in the direction the voice came from.

Shen Que gripped her hand tightly in his pocket and suddenly whispered, "Chen Su."

"Hmm?" Chen Su turned her head and looked into his deep eyes.

"Happy New Year."

As his words fell—

In the distance, the lights on the facade of a towering commercial building suddenly lit up, and a huge LED screen scrolled through New Year's greetings and dazzling electronic fireworks.

Further into the sky, the grand official New Year's Eve fireworks display seemed to have started right on time.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of loud, continuous sounds followed, and then a dazzling display of vibrant colors and magnificent fireworks burst forth in the city's night sky, illuminating half the heavens with a radiant glow. The flickering light also illuminated the young faces of the couple below, who were looking up at the sky.

The cold wind was still biting, but the hands clasped together in the warm pockets, the lingering warmth of the scarf, and the deep "Happy New Year" in my ear made this winter night incredibly clear and precious.

Chen Su looked at his profile illuminated by the fireworks, a radiant smile blooming on her face, her voice clear and bright:

Happy New Year, Shen Que.