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

The final exam of the second year of high school came to a close amidst the dull chirping of cicadas in the summer heat.

Chen Su put down her pen, let out a soft sigh, and her gaze habitually drifted to the window seat at the back of the classroom.

The seats are empty.

Shen Que didn't even attend the final exam of his second year of high school.

The proctors seemed used to it, and didn't even hesitate to skip him when calling roll.

Chen Su's heart sank slightly.

Summer vacation is about to begin, and in a little over a month, it will be time for senior year. Time flies like sand through our fingers.

We're one step closer to that tragic moment destined in the novel.

As she stared at the empty seat, Shen Que's image involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

That tall, imposing man, whose brows and eyes always seemed to be filled with an inescapable fierceness, was as ruthless as a beast when he fought, yet he would rescue a stray kitten being chased by wild dogs and too afraid to come down from the tree when no one was watching.

Would Shen Que really end up killing someone in a fit of violence before the college entrance exam, be imprisoned, and ultimately become an outcast of his family, disappearing without a trace?

The novel only briefly touches on his fate after he went to prison, as if he had been completely forgotten by the world after fulfilling his mission as the "white moonlight" who propelled the female protagonist Zhou Qian's emotional growth.

A bittersweet feeling, mixed with a sense of determination, welled up in Chen Su's heart at the same time.

No matter what the original world was like, no matter how difficult the road ahead, she would not let that kind of future happen.

She wanted him to have a bright and radiant life, one worthy of him.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the exam, and the classroom instantly erupted in noise, filled with anticipation for the holiday and cheers of liberation.

Chen Su quietly packed up her stationery and decided to go to Shen Que's house to see Xiao Ju.

It's been so long since we last met, I wonder if the little guy still remembers her. And... she also wants to see what Shen Que has been doing these past few days.

With a mix of anticipation and unease, Chen Su arrived at the familiar villa.

However, before she could even get close, she saw two people standing face to face at the villa entrance, talking to each other.

It was Shen Que and Zhou Qian.

Shen Que was still dressed in a simple black T-shirt and trousers, his posture was upright, and his profile looked somewhat cold and hard in the summer sun.

Zhou Qian, on the other hand, wore a hot red halter dress, revealing a pair of straight long legs. Her chestnut-colored wavy hair swayed gently in the wind, and her face was covered with exquisite makeup. Her smile was bright and a little unruly.

The two stood together, one aloof and unrestrained, the other passionate and flamboyant, yet their appearances possessed a strange harmony and pleasing aesthetic appeal.

Chen Su froze in place, her heart aching as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

It was that familiar, bittersweet feeling that belonged to the original owner.

She instinctively ducked behind a large roadside tree, held her breath, and peeked over.

They seemed to be talking about something, but they were too far away to hear the exact words. All that could be seen was Zhou Qian's expressive face, sometimes pleading, sometimes beaming with joy. Finally, Shen Que seemed to nod and say something.

Zhou Qian immediately smiled happily, even jumping up and down like a little girl who had received candy, before waving and turning to leave.

Watching Zhou Qian's departing figure, Chen Su felt a mix of emotions, unable to describe the feeling. They... seemed to have a very good relationship.

Just as she was lost in thought, a cold voice broke the silence.

"come out."

Shen Que stood still, his gaze precisely fixed on the direction of the large tree where Chen Su was hiding. His tone was flat, yet carried an undeniable authority.

He had seen her long ago.

Chen Su felt a pang of panic, a guilty feeling like she'd been caught doing something wrong. She slowly emerged from behind the tree, head down, avoiding his eyes, and explained listlessly, "I...I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation...I just...wanted to come and play with Xiao Ju..."

Shen Que looked at her timid appearance, said nothing, just gave a faint "oh", then turned around, unlocked the door with his fingerprint, and walked into the villa.

The door was open, clearly left for her.

Chen Su hesitated for a moment, but still followed him inside.

The villa was still as she knew it: spacious and clean, but a large number of cat supplies had gradually filled the quiet villa, making it feel even warmer.

Hearing the noise, Little Orange suddenly darted out from some corner. It had clearly grown a lot bigger, round and chubby, with glossy orange fur.

It first rubbed against Shen Que's trouser leg, and then when it saw Chen Su, it immediately ran over on its short legs, affectionately rubbing against her ankle and making "meow meow" sounds.

Chen Su squatted down, hugged Xiao Ju in her arms, and finally showed a genuine smile on her face.

She gently scratched its chin, and the little guy tilted its head back comfortably, making a loud "purring" sound.

But her mind couldn't fully focus on the cat; her gaze kept drifting to the person who had slumped on the sofa and picked up his phone again.

Shen Que seemed completely unaffected, playing his game as if nothing was wrong, the screen light reflecting off his face, flickering on and off.

Chen Su held Xiao Ju in her arms, struggling internally for a long time.

In the end, courage triumphed over cowardice.

She took a deep breath, hugged the cat, and slowly walked to the sofa, standing in front of Shen Que.

"Just now... was that person your friend?" she asked cautiously, her voice soft and tentative.

She knew, of course, that it was Zhou Qian, but she wanted to know where Zhou Qian was placed in Shen Que's heart.

Shen Que didn't even lift his eyelids, his fingers still rapidly tapping on the screen, only letting out a muffled "hmm" from his nose as an admission.

Chen Su's heart sank, but she pressed on, this time in an even softer voice: "Are you... just friends?"

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

He raised his head, his dark eyes fixed on Chen Su, devoid of emotion yet possessing a sharp, penetrating insight. His tone carried a hint of impatience: "Just say what you mean. What's the point of beating around the bush?"

His retort stirred up Chen Su's pent-up grievances and inexplicable anger.

She met his gaze, mustered her courage, and asked the question that had been nagging at her most: "Do you like her?"

Shen Que seemed taken aback by her direct question, paused for a moment, then chuckled, a slight smile playing on his lips, and retorted, "By what right do you ask?"

Chen Su was speechless at his words, her cheeks flushed slightly with anger, and her voice unconsciously rose: "Didn't you tell me to just say what I want to ask? Why are you saying all this again! Who do you think I am...?"

She paused, looking at the innocent little orange cat licking its paws in her arms, and in a moment of impulsiveness, blurted out, "I'm the little orange cat's mom!"

This answer was clearly beyond Shen Que's expectations.

He was first taken aback, then, as if he had heard something extremely funny, he actually chuckled softly, his shoulders trembling slightly.

He put down his phone and looked at Chen Su, whose cheeks were puffed up and eyes were wide with interest, with a hint of curiosity in his voice: "So this is what you look like when you're angry."

Chen Su frowned, not wanting him to steer the conversation away, and stubbornly pressed on, "Don't change the subject, answer my question."

Shen Que stopped laughing when he saw her serious expression, as if she was determined to get an answer, but a faint smile remained on his lips.

He leaned back on the sofa, his posture languid, but his answer was clear and decisive: "No."

A single, simple word, like a gentle breeze, instantly dispelled the gloom and suffocation in Chen Su's heart.

As relieved.

Overwhelmed with joy, she could barely contain her excitement. She immediately hugged Xiao Ju and happily sat down on the sofa next to Shen Que, at a comfortable distance.

"It's fine if you don't like it..." she muttered softly, then, unable to contain her curiosity, she tilted her head and asked him, "So what were you two talking about just now?"

She recalled Zhou Qian's happy smile as she left, paused, and then quickly added, "If you don't want me to ask, I won't."

Shen Que seemed to find her drastically different attitude amusing, but he didn't hide anything and stated in a calm tone, "She invited me to participate in an underground racing competition, and I accepted."

Underground racing?

Chen Su's heart skipped a beat.

She quickly searched her memory for the plot, and it seemed there really was such a scene.

Because Shen Que and Zhou Qian both pursue excitement and love speed and passion, their relationship will grow closer and their bond will deepen in this dangerous competition.

We absolutely cannot let them have a chance to be alone together! Chen Su made the decision almost immediately.

She looked up at Shen Que, her eyes filled with expectation and pleading, her voice softening involuntarily: "Shen Que... could you take me with you to that competition?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Que indeed revealed an extremely strange expression, looking her up and down as if to confirm whether she was truly stupid.

Those eyes clearly said:

you?

Want to go watch underground racing?

Are you serious?

Chen Su felt a little embarrassed by his gaze, but still insisted, "I just want to see... see what it's like when you're speeding. I promise I won't cause trouble or run away, I'll just stay by your side, okay?"

She even subconsciously reached out and gently tugged at Shen Que's sleeve, with a hint of coquetry.

Shen Que looked down at the slender fingers that were clutching the hem of her clothes, then looked up to meet her eyes, which were filled with longing and promise.

He remained silent, seemingly weighing his options. So long that Chen Su almost thought he wouldn't agree, and her heartbeat gradually slowed down.

Just as she was about to give up, Shen Que nodded slightly, his tone still calm, but he clearly uttered two words:

"Alright."

The two simple words instantly made Chen Su overjoyed, her mind overwhelmed with immense happiness.

Overjoyed, she lifted the still bewildered little orange cat in her arms, gave it a big kiss on its fluffy little head, and smiled until her eyes curved into crescent moons.

Little Orange was bewildered by the kisses and let out a soft "meow," struggling to escape the excessive passion.

Shen Que watched this scene unfold.

He looked at the girl who was holding a cat and laughing like a child. His gaze lingered on her face for a moment, then he picked up his phone again and covered the smile that he himself might not even be aware of.

In the empty living room, only Xiao Ju's dissatisfied meows and Chen Su's barely suppressed, cheerful laughter could be heard.