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

The next morning.

Chen Su arrived at the classroom a little later than usual. The morning light streamed through the clean glass windows, dividing the classroom into squares.

To her surprise, the window seat in the back row was already occupied.

Shen Que has arrived.

He was wearing a loose white short-sleeved shirt, one hand supporting his forehead, the other casually swiping his phone screen. The sunlight outlined his sharp jawline and slightly messy short hair.

He sat there, seemingly surrounded by an invisible barrier that shut out the scattered noises of the classroom in the early morning, appearing indifferent and aloof.

Chen Su's heart skipped a beat.

She walked quietly to her seat, put down her bag, but her eyes couldn't help but steal glances in that direction again and again, like a thief.

He seemed completely oblivious to her arrival, or perhaps he noticed but didn't care.

If it weren't for the injuries still on his face, the chaotic escape in the alley yesterday, and the awkward application of medicine on the park bench, it would seem like just a dream of hers, never leaving any trace in his world.

He was still the same aloof and unapproachable Shen Que.

She took a deep breath and took out the sandwich and hot soy milk she had specially bought this morning from that supposedly delicious breakfast shop.

Looking at the breakfast that belonged to Shen Que in her hand, she remembered the heartfelt wishes that had been thrown into the trash several times before, and her fingertips tightened slightly.

This time, she didn't want to do it secretly anymore.

Mustering her courage, Chen Su stood up, took the breakfast, and walked straight to Shen Que's desk, gently placing it on his desk. Her movements weren't exactly natural; they even carried a hint of stiffness, as if she were facing certain death.

The plastic bag made a soft "thud" when it touched the table.

Shen Que's fingers, which were swiping the screen, stopped.

He slowly raised his eyes. His dark eyes held no emotion, nor did they reveal any disgust; they merely held a calm scrutiny.

Chen Su felt flustered under his gaze; her cheeks began to burn, and her fingers curled nervously. She was afraid that he would do what he had done before, throwing it away without even looking at it.

She was somewhat deflated, her voice as weak as a mosquito's buzz, pleading, "Please...please don't throw it away, okay? Eat it while it's hot..."

Shen Que's gaze lingered for a few seconds on her flushed cheeks and her eyes, which were filled with nervousness and anticipation, before glancing at the breakfast on the table.

Just when Chen Su thought he would reject her with indifference or sarcasm as before, he nodded instead.

As if suddenly understanding something, he raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips, his voice hoarse as if he had just woken up, but his tone was still far from friendly:

"So, all those breakfasts before, you were the one who bought them?"

He paused, as if thinking of something utterly absurd, and scoffed, "I thought someone was trying to poison me every day, so persistent, even throwing me away only to give me more."

Hearing this, Chen Su's cheeks flushed bright red. She quickly waved her hands and hurriedly explained, "There was no poison! Really! It was just... just a regular breakfast..."

Seeing her so flustered she was almost incoherent, Shen Que twitched the corner of his mouth, said nothing more, simply reached out, took the bag of breakfast, and casually placed it on the corner of the table, acknowledging its acceptance. His tone remained calm: "Alright, I'll trust you this once."

Seeing his action, Chen Su's heart finally settled down, and an indescribable joy welled up inside her.

She happily returned to her seat, her heart still pounding.

This can be considered as Shen Que accepting her feelings.

_

Soon, the bell rang for morning self-study.

The homeroom teacher sat on the podium to supervise, and the classroom was filled with the sounds of students reading aloud and reciting texts and words, some louder than others.

Chen Su also opened her English book, trying to concentrate, but the corners of her mouth kept turning up slightly involuntarily.

However, this tranquility and hidden joy did not last long.

Meow~

"Meow~"

A few faint but clear meows suddenly broke through the sound of students reciting their lessons.

Chen Su's body froze instantly. She looked down sharply at her bulging backpack with a gap in it, which was stuck in her desk drawer.

The sound was coming from inside.

Little Orange is awake!

_

Yesterday, she brought the kitten home, eager to surprise her grandmother, but completely overlooked her grandmother's health condition.

It wasn't until Grandma started sneezing and had a runny nose, and red rashes appeared on her arms, that she panicked and realized what was happening after being alerted by the system.

Grandma is allergic to cat fur!

Fortunately, it was discovered early, and Grandma was unharmed.

She could only guiltily lock Little Orange in her small room for the time being, feeding it the cat food and water she had bought on her way home.

Before coming to school this morning, she looked at the meowing orange cat and thought, "I can't keep it at home. Grandma is allergic to it, so we have to give it away."

She had a sudden inspiration.

Thinking it would be a good opportunity to ask Shen Que's family if they could keep the kitten, I impulsively stuffed the kitten and a small bag of cat food into my backpack.

When I brought him to the classroom, he was still sleeping quietly. I didn't expect him to wake up now and start barking.

"Shh, little orange, be good, stop yelling..."

Chen Su was so anxious that sweat beaded on her forehead. Before her classmates could pinpoint the source of the sound, she quietly reached into her bag and gently stroked the kitten's head, trying to soothe it.

The more she tried to soothe it, the more excited the kitten in the bag seemed to get, meowing a few more times, and even louder.

"Meow."

"Meow."

"Meow."

Now, several classmates around heard it, and the sound of reading aloud and reciting faded away. Many people began to look around, searching for the source of this inappropriate sound.

"Where did that cat's meow come from?"

"You heard that too?"

"It seems to be nearby..."

Chen Su was at a loss. Her homeroom teacher had repeatedly emphasized that cats and dogs were not allowed in the classroom.

What should we do now?

Chen Su subconsciously looked behind her at the only person who knew the truth, and the only person she could think of at that moment.

Shen Que.

Shen Que had put down his phone at some point. He casually propped his head up with one hand, turned his body to the side, and his gaze fell on her constantly noisy schoolbag.

When he saw the furry, orange little paw peeking out from the zipper gap, he frowned, his eyes filled with obvious doubt.

It's as if they're asking, "Why did you bring the cat over?"

Chen Su gave him a pleading look and whispered for help, "Please help me first... I'll explain to you in a bit..."

In her haste, she didn't care about anything else and, under the cover of the desk, carefully passed the backpack, which was still making a "meow" sound, to Shen Que in the back row.

Shen Que frowned even more as he looked at the schoolbag handed to him, but seeing Chen Su's almost tearful expression, he clicked his tongue and took it with a "what a damn hassle" look on his face.

He had just put his schoolbag on his lap when Little Orange seemed to sense the change in environment and barked twice more.

"Meow~ Meow~"

The whole class fell silent, and everyone's eyes turned to Shen Que's position.

The homeroom teacher on the podium also heard it. She adjusted her glasses, stood up, and walked towards Shen Que.

Chen Su's heart was in her throat.

The homeroom teacher walked to Shen Que's desk, her tone relatively gentle but tinged with doubt: "Shen Que, just now... was there any sound?"

Under the watchful eyes of the entire class, Shen Que showed no sign of panic.

He even went so far as to casually, rather ungently, pull the little orange cat, which was still peeking out from his backpack, and hold it in his palm. The little guy, suddenly exposed to so many eyes, shrank back a little in fear and let out a soft "meow".

"Hmm," Shen Que said in a flat tone, as if he were just saying the weather was nice today, "My cat somehow got into my backpack. I didn't notice and it ended up on my back."

He said this with such confidence, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

The homeroom teacher looked at the little orange cat in Shen Que's hand, then at Shen Que's expressionless face, and spoke in a slightly conciliatory tone:

"Shen Que, um... could you please stop it from barking for now? It's... a little disturbing the other students' studies..."

Shen Que looked up at the homeroom teacher and nodded: "Okay."

The homeroom teacher breathed a sigh of relief, walked back to the podium, and gestured for everyone to continue their morning reading.

Shen Que looked down at the kitten in his arms, then glanced at the bulging backpack, reached inside and felt around, pulled out a cat treat, tore open the packaging, and held it to the little orange cat's mouth.

The delicious cat treats immediately captured the little guy's full attention. He immediately buried his head, stuck out his tongue and started licking them, and stopped meowing.

Chen Su finally felt relieved and gratefully looked back at Shen Que, only to see his profile with his eyelashes lowered and focused on feeding the cat.

As soon as the bell rang to signal the end of morning self-study, Chen Su immediately turned around and whispered her thanks to Shen Que, who was wiping his hands with a wet wipe: "Thank you, Shen Que."

Shen Que crumpled the used tissue into a ball and accurately tossed it into the trash can in the distance, without saying anything.

Chen Su quickly explained, "I brought it home yesterday, only to find out that my grandma is allergic to cat fur and can't keep it... so that's why..." She paused, observing Shen Que's expression, and cautiously brought up the request she had been thinking about all morning, "I just wanted to ask you... if your family... can we keep it?"

Shen Que chuckled as if he'd heard a joke, leaning back in his chair and sizing her up. His tone was as rude as ever: "Do I look like someone who would keep a cat?"

Seeing his fierce and menacing appearance, as if he could throw the cat away at any moment, Chen Su silently swallowed back the words "You're soft-hearted".

Indeed, judging by his appearance alone, he is worlds apart from the image of a loving pet owner.

Chen Su wanted to try again: "It's very well-behaved and eats very little..."

"No way." Shen Que refused decisively.

Just then, Little Orange, having finished its cat treat, probably recognized Shen Que as the savior who had saved it yesterday. It began to rub its fluffy little head against Shen Que's fingers, making a loud "purring" sound.

After rubbing against it for a while, it even went further, using its tiny paws to scratch at Shen Que's clothes, trying to climb up, and then began to stomp on them rhythmically, with varying depths.

This kneading behavior only occurs when felines feel extremely safe and comfortable.

Shen Que's body visibly stiffened.

He looked down at the little creature wriggling on his body, and for the first time, a feeling of helplessness and surprise appeared in his eyes, which were always filled with hostility and impatience.

His brows furrowed tightly.

"Why...why does it keep ringing?" he asked somewhat awkwardly.

The constant snoring was completely foreign to him.

Seeing this, Chen Su's heart melted. She quickly explained with a gentle smile, "The kitten is making that sound because it likes you. It feels very comfortable and safe right now."

Little Orange's kneading movements gradually slowed down. It was probably because it had eaten its fill and exercised a bit, and it started to get sleepy. Its little head bobbed up and down, and finally it simply curled up on Shen Que's lap, closed its eyes, and its snoring became even and long.

Sunlight streamed through the window, falling on the man and the cat, creating a strange harmony. Shen Que looked down at the kitten on his lap, his fierce expression seeming to soften for a moment.

Chen Su caught a fleeting, subtle change in his eyes, and her heart pounded. She pressed her advantage, softening her voice even more, with a hint of pleading:

"Shen Que, this kitten seems to like you."

"Look how cute it is."

"Shen Que...how about we raise it together?"

Shen Que remained silent, his gaze lingering on the little life sleeping peacefully on his lap.

It was so small, so soft, and still breathing.

It's unfamiliar, but I don't dislike it.

After a long while, just when Chen Su was about to give up hope, she saw Shen Que nod very slightly.

"...Whatever you want." He uttered two words, his tone still devoid of warmth.

But it was like a key, gently unlocking a crack that had never been opened to anyone before.

_

After school at noon, Chen Su carried Xiao Ju, who had been put back into her schoolbag, and followed Shen Que to his house.

It was a luxurious and upscale villa area, and Shen Que's home was a three-story villa with a gray and white color scheme and a strong sense of design.

Pushing open the heavy, carved door, the space inside is surprisingly large. The decor is minimalist modern, with hard lines and a color scheme dominated by black, white, and gray. It is spotless, yet so empty that it feels almost devoid of any human presence.

"Sit wherever you like," Shen Que said, then went to the kitchen refrigerator to get a bottle of ice water.

Chen Su stood somewhat awkwardly on the gleaming marble floor. The little orange cat in her arms seemed to be intimidated by the emptiness and silence, timidly poking its head out and meowing softly.

The two then busied themselves setting up a new home for the kitten. Shen Que rummaged through the stairs and found a few soft, old T-shirts that he had hardly ever worn, while Chen Su asked the housekeeper for some clean cotton. Together, they laid out a warm and comfortable makeshift cat bed in a spacious cardboard box.

After school in the afternoon, they went to a nearby pet store and, on the recommendation of the shop assistant, bought a whole bunch of things, including cat litter, a litter box, kitten food, canned cat food, a cat bed, cat treats, a cat toy, a scratching post, and so on. They bought almost everything the kitten needed.

Shen Que didn't even blink when he swiped his card, while Chen Su silently lamented the gap between the rich and the poor.

Back at the villa, another round of tidying up ensued. Finding a place for the litter box, pouring out cat food, adding water, and setting out the new toys and cat bed…

Once everything was initially arranged, Little Orange seemed to realize that this was its new territory and began to explore curiously, occasionally rubbing against Chen Su's ankle, or running to Shen Que's side and gently brushing his leg with its tail.

During this time, Shen Que's phone rang once. He took it out to look at it but didn't even look at it. He immediately silenced it and didn't answer.

Chen Su asked, seemingly casually, "Is it Zhou Qian?"

"Yes, host." The system confirmed.

Chen Su didn't say anything more, but lowered her head, gently stroked the fluffy little orange cat's head, and smiled sweetly as she whispered to it, "Little Orange, look, you're going to live in a big house now."

The afterglow of the setting sun streamed into the spacious living room through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm golden halo over the cold, hard furniture.

Shen Que leaned back on the sofa, looking at the girl squatting on the ground not far away, laughing and teasing the cat, and the small, orange figure at her feet. This overly quiet and cold space seemed to have a different kind of vitality for the first time.