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

The two ran wildly, crossing several streets, until they turned into a relatively quiet little park square before stopping.

In the center of the square was a dried-up fountain, with a few benches scattered around it. Only a few elderly people were sunbathing in the distance, creating a peaceful atmosphere.

Chen Su almost collapsed from exhaustion, letting go of her hands and supporting herself on her knees, panting heavily, her chest heaving, her cheeks flushed red from running.

In contrast, Shen Que's breathing was only slightly more rapid.

He quickly regained his composure, his cold gaze falling on Chen Su, then on the wrist he had been gripping in his haste. As if burned, he angrily flung it away.

"Damn it!" he cursed under his breath, his tone filled with hostility and an indescribable sense of frustration.

"When have I ever run away in a fight? I've lost all face!"

Chen Su was still trying to calm her breathing and couldn't speak. She could only look at him with her watery eyes, her gaze filled with innocence and lingering fear.

When her breathing finally became a little easier.

Shen Que crossed his arms and began his interrogation from above, his eyes sharp as knives: "Shouldn't you be in class? How did you get there?"

Chen Su suppressed her racing heart and answered half-truthfully, her voice still breathless: "I...I wasn't feeling well, so I asked for leave to go home. When I passed by that alley, I heard fighting sounds inside, so...I just took a curious look..."

She paused, as if to continue, "but when I saw it was you, I..."

"So you fucking came along?"

Shen Que interrupted her without any politeness, his tone harsh and full of sarcasm.

"Have these good students lost their minds? Seeing a fight, instead of getting away, they're joining in? Do they want to get beaten up?"

His voice was cold and sharp, like a howling wind in the dead of winter, slapping heavily against my face.

Chen Su subconsciously shrank her neck, lowered her head, and stared at the tips of her shoes, feeling as if she had been caught doing something wrong by her teacher or parents.

She had never been scolded like this before.

It made her feel upset and a little wronged.

Seeing her head bowed and silent, Shen Que grew even more impatient. He stepped forward, his calloused fingers roughly lifting her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze: "Speak!"

When he looked up, he noticed that the girl's eyes had reddened slightly, and a thin layer of moisture had covered her clear eyes.

It was as if he had suffered a great injustice, with a stubbornness that he was barely holding back.

She tilted her head, breaking free from his grip, and explained in a soft but stubborn voice:

"When I see other people fighting... of course I'd stay far away, I'm not stupid, but when I see it's you... how could I... just stand by and do nothing..."

"Who am I to you? It's none of your business!" Shen Que sneered, his tone still sharp, but it didn't seem as cold as before.

Chen Su was taken aback by his question, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she stammered, "You...you're my...classmate. I can't...just stand by and watch you die..."

"classmate?"

Shen Que repeated it, his tone ambiguous.

He released his hand, put it back in his pocket, turned around and looked at the fountain. His profile was still cold and hard, but the sarcasm at the corner of his mouth was even stronger.

"Okay, thank you to this brave classmate. But next time, please don't do something like playing police sirens... that makes you look ridiculous."

He paused, seemingly imagining the scene, and couldn't help but let out a very soft "heh," scoffing:

"Not only did I not help, I almost got myself into trouble too."

Chen Su felt a little embarrassed by his laughter and lowered her head shyly, muttering to herself: That's how it's always portrayed in TV dramas and novels... Who knew that reality would be completely different from the script.

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A gentle breeze swept by, and the sweat from the strenuous exercise hadn't even dried yet. The wind made me feel cool all over.

Chen Su quietly looked up, her gaze falling on the injury on Shen Que's face.

The bloodstains on his forehead had congealed, and the bruises on his lips and cheekbones stood out starkly against his pale skin.

She looked around and her eyes lit up when she noticed a pharmacy with a green sign right across the square.

"Wait here for me, okay?"

She mustered her courage, reached out and gently nudged Shen Que's arm, pulling him towards the nearest bench.

Caught off guard, Shen Que was pushed back half a step by her, raising an eyebrow at her in surprise.

Chen Su glanced at him, and without waiting for his reply, she turned around and ran quickly towards the pharmacy across the square, her figure soon disappearing inside the store.

Shen Que watched her hurried figure, his eyes filled with a complex and unreadable expression, a mixture of doubt and impatience.

There was also a very subtle fluctuation that even he himself hadn't noticed.

He stood still, not sitting down on the bench as instructed. He simply took out his cigarette case, shook out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, but didn't light it.

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A little while later, Chen Su quickly came out of the pharmacy, carrying a small white plastic bag containing iodine swabs, band-aids, and a blood-activating and stasis-removing ointment.

She walked quickly to the bench, still thinking about how to persuade this awkward guy to apply the medicine.

However, the bench was empty.

He... still left.

A tremendous sense of loss instantly gripped Chen Su.

Her hand holding the bag fell limply to her side. She stood there, looking at the empty bench, feeling as if something was blocking her heart, making her feel suffocated.

Is she unwilling to wait even for the time it takes to buy medicine?

She took a deep breath and prepared to leave.

Just as I turned around, I heard a faint noise coming from the grove of trees next to me.

She looked over in confusion and saw Shen Que walking out of the woods, with something in his hand.

They were actually holding a dirty little orange cat by the scruff of its neck.

The cat looked to be only two or three months old. He was holding it, its limbs curled up, and it was meowing pitifully.

Shen Que saw that Chen Su hadn't left yet, and was staring blankly at him and the cat, a look of astonishment flashing across his face.

He then explained irritably, "The stupid cat was chased up a tree by three stray dogs and can't get down. It's been barking so annoyingly up there."

As he spoke, he bent down and placed the kitten on the ground.

He thought the kitten would run away immediately, but to his surprise, the little thing not only didn't run away, but instead rubbed against his trouser leg, meowing softly, as if expressing its gratitude.

Shen Que frowned and gently nudged it with his toe: "Aren't you going to get lost?"

The kitten, however, lay down and rolled around, exposing its soft belly.

Seeing this scene, Chen Su's earlier disappointment vanished instantly, replaced by a warm feeling in her chest.

A cold-hearted boy, a soft and adorable kitten.

She walked over, and under Shen Que's slightly stiff gaze, squatted down and gently stroked the kitten's chin.

Then she looked up at the tall, upright boy in the sunlight and gave him a faint smile.

"Hmm, it seems to like you a lot."