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

The rest of my senior year of high school seemed to be accelerated by an invisible button.

The countdown numbers for the college entrance examination on the blackboard at the back of the classroom shrank day by day, jumping from three digits to two digits. Every stroke of the pen felt like a heavy hammer hitting a taut string.

Study time was squeezed to the extreme.

The short winter break seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, and a week later I was back in the brightly lit classroom, filled with blank test papers.

Then came the mock exams, the second mock exam, the 100-day countdown rally... The schedule was so packed it was suffocating.

The weather is quietly warming up.

The sky outside the window is getting brighter day by day, and the days are getting longer.

As the ice and snow melt, withered branches sprout new buds, and the air gradually fills with the scent of damp earth and fresh grass.

The teacher is right; their spring is breaking through the heavy pressure, gradually revealing its signs.

Meanwhile, Shen Que's plans to go abroad are progressing smoothly.

He would occasionally mention a few words to Chen Su about visas, schools, preparatory course arrangements, etc.

It sounds both distant and real.

With the college entrance examination fast approaching, Chen Su was both eager to end this suffocatingly high-pressure life and felt a strange sense of apprehension and... reluctance about the impending "end".

That also seemed to mean that the day of parting with Shen Que had entered a more precise countdown.

Besides that, there was something else, like a heavy stone, that always weighed on the deepest part of her heart.

That's about that irreversible tragedy in the original timeline.

One evening a month before the college entrance examination, the school let out early for the first time, allowing the exhausted students to catch their breath.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast a soft golden hue over the city, but it could not dispel the gloom in Chen Su's heart.

She took out her phone and dialed Shen Que's number.

"Where are you?" she asked, her voice tense.

"At home." Shen Que's voice came through the receiver, sounding no different than usual, but he keenly sensed something, paused, and asked, "Are you coming?"

"Okay." Chen Su replied without hesitation.

Upon arriving at the villa, Shen Que was lounging lazily on the sofa, his slender fingers casually teasing the little orange cat lying on his lap.

Little Orange squinted comfortably, making gurgling sounds.

Chen Su sat down next to him, her gaze falling on Xiao Ju, but her mind had already wandered elsewhere, her fingers unconsciously clenching the hem of her clothes.

Shen Que turned his head to look at her and felt that she was unusually absent-minded today, with a thick layer of worry between her brows.

He was about to ask her if she was under too much pressure from the college entrance exam, but the words were on the tip of his tongue—

His phone rang.

The sudden ringing of the bell sounded particularly jarring in the quiet living room.

Chen Su's heart skipped a beat, and her gaze immediately locked onto the phone screen that Shen Que had taken out.

The caller's name was clearly displayed on the screen: Zhou Qian.

Has what was destined to happen finally arrived?

Chen Su's heart sank, and her hands and feet instantly turned ice-cold.

She had tried before, subtly reminding Zhou Qian to be careful during their limited interactions, especially to avoid chaotic places.

But the trajectory of fate seems to have a powerful inertia.

Shen Que glanced at Chen Su, seemingly wanting to say something, but still pressed the answer button and turned on speakerphone.

"Shen Que! Shen Que, come quick! Help me... I need your help..."

Zhou Qian's voice, trembling with sobs and almost cracking with panic, immediately came through the receiver, accompanied by the sounds of violently banging on the door and a man's rude cursing in the background.

Chen Su's face turned pale instantly.

This is it...

In the original timeline, the night and the place that changed Shen Que's life.

Shen Que's brows furrowed tightly, and his eyes sharpened.

Where are you?

He asked in a deep voice, having already stood up quickly.

"Nightfall... I'm at Nightfall Bar! Third floor... the restroom at the far right on the third floor! They're... they're banging on the door! Shen Que, come quick!"

Zhou Qian's voice was filled with despair.

"Stay put, lock the door, I'll be right there."

"Hurry...come quickly!"

He grabbed the motorcycle keys from the table, his face grim, and quickly said to Chen Su, "Zhou Qian is in trouble at Nightfall Bar. It sounds bad. I'm going to check it out."

"I'll be with you!"

Chen Su also stood up immediately, her tone resolute.

She couldn't let him go alone, absolutely not.

Shen Que glanced at her, his eyes showing disapproval, but time was of the essence, so he didn't say anything more, only instructing her, "Stay close to me."

The roar of the black motorcycle disrupted the evening's tranquility, carrying the two of them at breakneck speed toward the "Night" bar.

Throughout the journey, Chen Su's heart was in her throat. She held tightly to Shen Que's waist, her mind racing with calculations.

She had already called the police on the way, but the police wouldn't arrive so quickly.

The phone call remained connected, maintaining a faint link. Zhou Qian's suppressed sobs and the increasingly frantic banging outside the door felt like dull knives cutting into her nerves.

"Shen Que...they're still banging on it...the door looks like it's about to give way..."

Zhou Qian's voice grew increasingly desperate.

"Coming right away."

Shen Que's voice came through the wind, carrying a reassuring strength, yet also a tense tension.

The motorcycle came to an abrupt stop in front of the bar. Shen Que strode off the motorcycle and walked inside.

Chen Su followed closely behind. After entering the bar, the deafening music and dazzling lights made people dizzy.

She watched Shen Que's figure quickly disappear at the top of the stairs leading upstairs, forcing herself to calm down.

No, we can't rely on Shen Que alone!

Her eyes darted around quickly, spotting a security guard in uniform not far away.

She rushed over immediately, speaking rapidly but clearly: "The restroom at the far right on the third floor! There's trouble in the third-floor restroom! Quick! Go up and help! Some people have already gone up, it's dangerous!"

The security guard was taken aback by her serious and anxious attitude and words. Seeing that she was a student-looking girl and didn't seem to be faking it, he hesitated for a moment, then called his two companions and followed Chen Su upstairs.

The corridor was relatively quiet, but the sounds of fighting, cursing, and breaking objects coming from the direction of the restroom at the end were clearly audible and particularly frightening.

When Chen Su ran over, she saw Shen Que already wrestling with three drunk, burly men.

The flimsy bathroom door had been kicked askew, and the lock was visibly deformed.

Inside the door, Zhou Qian's suppressed sobs could still be heard.

Shen Que attacked ruthlessly, but he was only one person. His opponents were all tall and strong, and fueled by alcohol, they were incredibly powerful. Their punches and kicks were chaotic yet relentlessly rained down on Shen Que.

Shen Que fought against multiple opponents, and his attacks were swift and ruthless. He had already taken down one of them, but the opponents outnumbered him and, fueled by alcohol, were fearless. Shen Que was hit several times on the face and body, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. His movements became noticeably sluggish.

Security guards arrived and tried to break up the fight, shouting, "Stop! Stop it!"

But those drunkards were already blinded by rage and wouldn't listen to anything.

As one of the security guards approached, he swung a bottle at him. The guards dodged quickly, and the scene became even more chaotic.

The security guards, mindful of the other party's reckless behavior and their own personal safety, hesitated to actually step in and stop the fight.

Meanwhile, another drunkard seized the opportunity and pounced on Shen Que from the side. He somehow found a broken mop handle in his hand and swung it at the back of Shen Que's head!

"Shen Que! Watch out behind you!" Chen Su screamed, her heart almost stopping.

Upon hearing her voice, Shen Que abruptly turned his head, the wooden stick grazing his ear and creating a whooshing sound.

His eyes flashed with anger, and he turned around and kicked the man in the stomach, sending him staggering backward and crashing into the wall.

But at the same time, the other two fists arrived.

Chen Su was extremely anxious, her eyes searching around anxiously.

Her gaze suddenly fell upon a section of exposed water pipe connected to a fire hose along the corridor wall, with a valve next to it.

In a flash, she made her decision.

Without further hesitation, she rushed over and, with all her might, forcefully turned open the valve!

"Whoosh—!"

A powerful jet of icy water suddenly gushed out from the water pipe connection, drenching the drunkards who were fighting around Shen Que.

"Holy shit!"

"What is that?!"

"Damn it! Who turned on the water?!"

The sudden cold and strong water pressure stunned them instantly. They screamed and instinctively raised their hands to shield themselves, staggering backward, their attack halting.

Water splashed everywhere, instantly soaking the ground and people in that area.

In that chaotic moment, Chen Su threw down the hose and rushed over without a care, tightly hugging Shen Que's waist from behind, burying her face in his soaked back, her voice filled with immense fear as she cried out:

"Shen Que! Stop hitting him! Please...stop hitting him! The police are coming soon..."

Her cries were faint in the chaotic corridor, yet they possessed a power that pierced the heart.

Shen Que was hugged by her, his body stiffened suddenly, and his fist stopped in mid-air.

He felt the girl's body trembling violently behind him, and the sensation of her scalding tears soaking through his thin clothes.

The icy water continued to spray, leaving the drunkards drenched and disheveled, though they seemed to sober up somewhat.

Upon seeing this, the security guards immediately stepped forward and restrained them.

They looked at each other, and finally hesitation and fear appeared on their faces.

Just then, the faint sound of police sirens could be heard downstairs, growing clearer and clearer as they approached.

Everything happened so fast, as if it had been slowed down.

Chen Su held Shen Que tightly, listening to his heavy breathing and pounding heartbeat, feeling water droplets mixed with someone's sweat sliding down his cheeks.

She didn't know if her intervention was enough, or if it could really reverse that predetermined, terrible outcome.

All she knew was that she couldn't let go, couldn't let Shen Que take another step forward, and couldn't let anything irreversible happen.

The sound of sirens finally reached downstairs, and the sound of hurried footsteps gradually approached.