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

Two months after Shen Que left, late autumn completely faded away, and winter arrived.

In December, the plane trees on campus had shed all their leaves, leaving only bare branches pointing towards the gray sky.

The atmosphere of finals grew stronger day by day, the library was always packed, and the air was filled with the aroma of coffee.

On an ordinary afternoon, Chen Su received that familiar international express delivery from San Francisco once again.

The package was wrapped up tightly to protect the items.

She opened it, and inside was a smaller black velvet square box than the previous necklace and bracelet boxes.

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A pair of ruby ​​earrings were quietly set in black velvet.

The gemstone is a perfect pigeon blood red, cut into a full and rounded teardrop shape.

It wasn't large, but it was exceptionally exquisite and dazzling, its color so rich that it resembled two drops of blood that had just congealed but hadn't yet solidified, reflecting a fiery brilliance in the winter sun.

The earrings are set in extremely fine white gold, almost invisible, which further highlights the pure and intense beauty of the gemstones themselves.

Inside the box was still that plain white card, with familiar handwriting:

"Happy birthday."

Four simple words, crossing a sixteen-hour time difference and the vast Pacific Ocean, arrived on time.

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Time continues to flow forward, like the quiet little river that runs through the campus.

Winter goes and spring comes, spring ends and summer arrives, and then comes autumn with falling leaves.

A year, amidst the daily hustle and bustle and the occasional video calls across the ocean, didn't seem as long as I had imagined.

Chen Su has entered her senior year of college.

Although her academic workload has eased slightly, she is still busy with various practical projects, competition preparations, and future planning choices.

That evening, she and Shen Que video-chatted as usual.

It seemed to be early morning for Shen Que. He was dressed in casual home clothes and sitting in a simple, modern room with a full glass curtain wall behind him, reflecting the faint light of the city skyline just beginning to awaken in the distance.

He was holding a cup of black coffee.

Meanwhile, in Chen Su's dormitory late at night, she sat at her desk with a printed manuscript spread out in front of her. Her brows were slightly furrowed, her lips moved silently, and her fingers occasionally traced something on the manuscript paper.

On the computer screen, the video call window was open, and Shen Que was watching her from the other end, having been watching for almost ten minutes.

"Chen Su," he called out.

Chen Su didn't react; her eyes were still fixed on the manuscript, her brows were slightly furrowed, and her lips were moving silently.

"Chen Su." Shen Que's voice rose slightly, tinged with helplessness.

She still didn't look up.

"Chen Su." The third time, his voice was more serious.

Chen Su then abruptly raised her head, her eyes still a little dazed: "Huh?"

"What are you doing?" Shen Que asked, his gaze falling on the manuscript in her hand.

Chen Su then realized what was happening, took a deep breath, rubbed her sore eyes, and said with a troubled expression:

"I'm reviewing my speech. In two days, our school will be collaborating with a well-known company to establish a joint laboratory—what's it called? Strategic Collaboration, Joint Research. My advisor recommended me as a student representative to speak on stage. I'm so nervous! The audience includes school leaders, industry leaders, and media..."

She became increasingly unsure as she spoke, her little face scrunched up in a frown.

"Hmm," Shen Que responded, his expression unchanged, seemingly not very interested in this. "So, what did you have for dinner?"

Chen Su was taken aback, thinking she had misheard: "What?"

"What did you eat tonight?" Shen Que repeated, his tone flat.

Chen Su stared at him incredulously, her eyes widening slightly. "Shen Que, I'm so nervous right now, and you're not even going to comfort me? You just ask what I ate?"

Shen Que looked at her sullen face and suddenly chuckled softly. The chuckle came through the receiver with a hint of nonchalance.

He then slowly said, "Yes, don't be nervous."

Chen Su: "...That's so perfunctory. I'm ignoring you. I need to continue reviewing the manuscript. Don't bother me!"

She pretended to be angry and turned her head away from the screen.

Then I heard a low laugh coming from the other end of the video call; it was very soft, but very clear.

Her ears turned red instantly, both ashamed and annoyed, and she reached out to hang up the video call.

"Chen Su," Shen Que called out to her.

Her finger remained on the mouse, not moving.

"You've always done so well," his voice came through the receiver, deep and earnest, "and you can do it again this time."

Chen Su's heart softened, but she still said stubbornly, "That's more like it."

But she didn't hang up the video call; she just lowered the camera slightly, pointing it at the table, and said, "I really need to memorize my lines now, so please don't say anything."

Shen Que remained silent.

The video call went quiet, with only the occasional sound of him typing on his keyboard and the rustling of her turning pages on her end.

They kept their video calls on, each doing their own thing, like they were studying together.

After a while, Chen Su secretly raised the camera slightly and saw Shen Que looking at a document with a focused expression.

She glanced at him for a few seconds, then looked down at her manuscript, a smile unconsciously creeping onto her lips.

Her phone vibrated after the video call ended.

It was sent by Shen Que: 【Go to bed early】

Chen Su: [Okay]

Two days later, the reception hall of the main building on campus was packed with people.

This is one of the school's most important industry-university cooperation projects this year, and the event was very grandly organized.

The hall was filled with fresh flowers, white lilies and champagne roses paired with greenery, and a delicate fragrance filled the air. The backdrop was dark blue, with the words "Joint Laboratory Signing Ceremony" in large gold lettering, followed by a smaller line: "Strategic Collaboration, Joint Scientific Research, Joint Talent Development, and Joint Technology Transfer."

Soothing piano music filled the hall, where people in formal attire chatted in small groups, holding champagne glasses.

School leaders, department heads, professor representatives, and company representatives were all present.

Chen Su was backstage, clutching the manuscript she had memorized perfectly.

She was wearing a school-provided suit and skirt, her hair was neatly combed, and she wore light makeup.

She looked very capable in the mirror, but only she knew that her palms were sweaty.

The host has already taken the stage.

The opening remarks introduced the guests, a string of names that were people you would only see in the news.

Chen Su took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

Then she heard a name.

When the name was pronounced by the host, it was clear, standard, and with the respect due to be introduced.

Chen Su paused for a moment while reciting her script, her mind going blank.

This name?

Is it a case of the same name?

Or did she mishear?

How could that be...?

She almost couldn't believe it, so she secretly peeked at the front of the stage through the gap in the backstage curtain.

In the center of the first row, a man in a well-tailored dark gray suit leaned back in his chair with his legs crossed.

If it wasn't Shen Que, then who was it?