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

The autumn wind carried a chill, swirling up the golden sycamore leaves on the ground.

The ward was warm and cozy, and Grandma looked great. Under the careful care of professional caregiver Aunt Zhang, she was recovering quickly.

Sunlight streamed in through the window. Grandma looked at Chen Su, who was sitting by the bedside, then at Shen Que, who was on the sofa next to her, processing emails on his laptop. Suddenly, she spoke:

"Xiao Shen has finally come back for a short while, and it's only for these three days. You two shouldn't keep hanging around here. With Sister Zhang keeping me company, we can chat, watch TV, and do checkups—I can do everything. You two should go do what you need to do, have a good chat, and go for a walk."

"Grandma, I..." Chen Su wanted to say something more, but she was worried about leaving her grandmother alone in the hospital.

"Go quickly!" Grandma pretended to be serious, but the fine lines at the corners of her eyes hid a smile and determination. "Don't get in my way. Let me have some peace and quiet. Xiao Shen, take her out for a walk. Look at how tired she's been these past few days; she doesn't look well at all."

Shen Que smiled and looked at Chen Su, his eyes questioning.

Chen Su saw that her grandmother did look quite well, and the caregiver, Aunt Zhang, was also smiling and nodding to reassure her, so she finally gave in.

The two came out of the ward and stood in the hospital corridor, momentarily speechless.

The sudden and completely free time they had together made them feel a little strange and lost, as they were used to communicating through screens and time zones.

"Where do you want to go?" Shen Que spoke first, breaking the subtle silence, and then naturally took Chen Su's hand.

His palms were warm and dry, completely enveloping her hands.

Chen Su thought for a moment: "Why don't we go to the villa and see Little Orange first? It must miss you."

"It only wants canned food." Shen Que twitched the corner of his mouth, but his eyes softened.

In the late autumn of the villa area, ginkgo leaves have fallen to the ground, creating a dazzling golden spectacle.

The villa remained spotless, with a smart system maintaining a constant temperature and humidity.

Little Orange was sprawled on the sofa, basking in the afternoon sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, spreading herself out like a huge, fluffy orange blanket.

Hearing the door open, it lazily lifted its eyelids, glanced at the door, and then closed them again.

It wasn't until Shen Que walked up to it, his tall figure blocking the sunlight, that it reluctantly opened its eyes. After recognizing it for a couple of seconds, it suddenly meowed, sat up, and nuzzled Shen Que's trouser leg with its head held high.

Shen Que squatted down and gently rubbed its noticeably rounder head and chin with his large hands, and Little Orange immediately let out a loud purr.

"Fat cat," Shen Que pinched the soft flesh behind its neck, "it needs to lose weight."

"Where is it fat?" Chen Su also squatted down and gently stroked the little orange's smooth fur, defending it, "Our little orange is... it's plump, how cute."

Little Orange squinted its eyes in enjoyment and turned around as the two men stroked it.

Looking at the girl's gentle, smiling profile in the sunlight, and the carefree, fat cat at her feet.

Shen Que's lips curled up almost imperceptibly.

On the sofa, Xiao Ju climbed into Chen Su's arms and dozed off. Chen Su leaned on Shen Que's shoulder, feeling this long-lost, simple and real intimacy.

It felt as if three years had been stolen from us, yet it also felt as if time had never passed.

After that, Chen Su took Shen Que to her university.

The campus is beautiful in autumn. Tall plane trees line both sides of the road, their leaves half yellow and half green, and the sky is a clear and distant blue.

Chen Su introduced him to the library, where she often studied until very late.

That was the laboratory building, and inside was a sophisticated instrument that gave her a headache.

This is the gymnasium, where she occasionally goes for a run.

That small lake is called "Jingsi Lake," and many people read there when the weather is nice.

When she spoke, her eyes were bright, and her tone carried a familiarity with campus life and a touch of pride as the "host".

Shen Que listened quietly, his gaze following her finger as he looked at the buildings brimming with youthful energy and the students coming and going.

This is a part of her life over the past three years, a journey he never participated in.

At noon, they went to the student cafeteria.

It was mealtime, and the place was bustling with noise and filled with the aroma of food.

Chen Su told Shen Que to find an empty seat. "You're a guest, so I'll treat you today. What would you like to eat? I'll go get it."

Shen Que glanced at the crowded people and various windows around him, and obediently found a relatively quiet corner to sit down, but his eyes kept following her figure.

Holding two trays, Chen Su skillfully moved between several windows, selecting dishes that she thought tasted pretty good.

Just as she was carrying a full plate of food and carefully walking back through the crowd, a familiar voice called out to her.

"Senior Chen Su!"

A handsome young man in a sports jacket greeted us with a smile.

He was Zhou Yang, a direct junior to her.

Zhou Yang has good grades, is sunny and cheerful, and is very popular in the department. He has expressed his feelings for Chen Su openly and secretly since their freshman year. Chen Su has clearly rejected him twice, but he does not seem to have given up completely and still occasionally finds opportunities to talk to her.

"What a coincidence, senior! You're here for lunch too?" Zhou Yang walked over with a bright smile and stood next to her naturally. "Are you alone? Want to join me? I was just about to ask you about that research report from last week."

Chen Su, holding her tray, smiled somewhat awkwardly, her gaze unconsciously drifting towards the direction where Shen Que was sitting.

Shen Que was looking at her. Through the noisy crowd, his gaze was calm and unwavering, yet it made Chen Su feel a strange sense of pressure.

Should we take Zhou Yang over for dinner?

She felt the scene seemed inappropriate.

"I..." Chen Sugang wanted to politely decline.

"Chen Su".

Shen Que's voice wasn't loud, but it was penetrating and came through clearly.

He had already stood up and was walking towards them at a leisurely pace.

He was tall and had a cool and outstanding demeanor, making him stand out in the student-filled cafeteria and attracting a lot of attention along the way.

He walked straight to Chen Su's side, naturally reached out and took the plate from her hand, then raised his eyes and calmly looked at Zhou Yang's face.

His gaze was devoid of emotion, yet it carried an invisible, condescending sense of oppression.

"Who is this?"

He spoke, his voice steady, yet carrying a sense of aloofness and authority typical of someone long accustomed to a position of power.

Zhou Yang was slightly taken aback by his gaze, and his sunny and talkative aura unconsciously weakened.

Chen Su quickly introduced, "This is my junior from the same department, Zhou Yang."

She turned to Zhou Yang, preparing to introduce Shen Que, "This is..."

"Junior," Shen Que interrupted Chen Su's introduction, his gaze still fixed on Zhou Yang, his tone indifferent yet carrying a clear definition, "Is there something you need?"

He stood there, tall and composed, exuding the air of a master of the house, silently declaring ownership.

Zhou Yang glanced at Shen Que, then at Chen Su standing beside Shen Que, who looked somewhat helpless but did not refute him, and instantly understood.

The man before her, with his appearance, aura, and the natural, possessive manner he exuded towards Chen Su, instantly extinguished the little flame of resentment that had been burning within him.

"N-nothing!" Zhou Yang quickly waved his hand, his smile faltering. "I just happened to see you, senior, and said hello. Um... you guys eat, I'll go now. I'll think about my research report some more!"

After saying that, he nodded to Chen Su almost hastily, turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

Shen Que then withdrew his gaze, holding a plate in each hand, and said to Chen Su, "Let's go."

Chen Su looked in the direction Zhou Yang had disappeared, breathed a sigh of relief, and found it somewhat amusing.

She turned to look at Shen Que and whispered, "You scared him."

Shen Que had already turned and walked towards his seat. Hearing this, he glanced at her sideways and said calmly, "He likes you."

It's not a question, it's a statement.

Chen Su sat down next to him and nodded: "Yeah, I've refused him a few times. But he seems... quite persistent."

"After that, he gave up."

Shen Que picked up his chopsticks, his tone resolute, as if he were discussing a business matter that had already been concluded.

Chen Su looked up at him.

He remained calm, as if he were simply stating a perfectly natural fact.

She didn't say anything more, lowered her head and started eating, but a slight smile quietly curved her lips.

After the meal, the two took a leisurely stroll on campus.

The afternoon sun in late autumn was warm and pleasant. They chatted about trivial things, occasionally falling silent, but without feeling awkward.

When Shen Que asked about her future plans, Chen Su mentioned an important competition she was preparing for, as well as a further study direction that her mentor suggested she could consider.

Shen Que listened attentively, occasionally offering a few comments or suggestions.