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

After the initial euphoria, Chen Su gradually calmed down and realized that she had seemed to have lost her composure.

Her cheeks flushed slightly as she gently placed the still-struggling little orange cat on the ground. The little guy darted away as soon as it hit the ground, hiding behind the cat tree and peeking out its little head to watch her warily.

"Um... Shen Que, thank you for agreeing to take me."

Chen Su looked at the boy on the sofa, her tone returning to its usual gentleness, but the joy in her eyes still shone through.

Shen Que had already picked up his phone again from the side. Upon hearing this, he simply hummed in response without even lifting his eyelids.

Chen Su didn't mind; getting him to agree was already an unexpected development.

She played with the cat toy with Little Orange for a while, watching the little guy jump around excitedly because of a feather toy, his silly and carefree manner making her smile the whole time.

The sky outside the window had unknowingly turned dark blue, and only a last glimmer of orange-red light remained on the distant horizon.

Chen Su checked the time. If she didn't go back soon, it would be even harder to get a taxi near her old neighborhood once it got completely dark.

"Shen Que, it's getting late, I should go back." She stood up and straightened her slightly wrinkled trousers.

Shen Que finally looked up from his phone screen, glanced at her, and said nothing.

Chen Su walked to the door, grasped the doorknob, then remembered something important and turned back to ask, "By the way, Shen Que, what exactly is that underground racing competition?"

"I'll let you know when the time is set."

Shen Que's voice came from behind, still concise and to the point.

"Okay, I'll wait for your message."

Chen Su smiled and replied, turning the doorknob.

Just as she stepped out of the villa gate, Shen Que's voice came from behind her again, with a hint of command:

"etc."

Chen Su turned around in confusion, only to see that Shen Que had already stood up from the sofa.

He was tall and imposing, and when he stood up, he exuded a commanding presence.

He had somehow acquired a black motorcycle key, which he was casually twirling between his fingers.

"I'll take you." He said as he walked towards the door, his tone flat, but leaving no room for negotiation.

Chen Su quickly waved her hand to decline, "No need, no need, it's too much trouble for you. I can just take a taxi back myself, it's very convenient..."

Shen Que had already walked up to her side, his tall figure casting a shadow, and his cool yet somewhat oppressive aura instantly enveloped her.

He lowered his eyes, looking at her expressionlessly, and interrupted her directly: "Stop talking nonsense, let's go."

After saying that, he took the lead and walked out of the villa gate.

Looking at his tall and straight back, Chen Su swallowed the words of refusal that were stuck in her throat.

She silently followed behind him, waiting at the villa entrance.

A short while later, accompanied by a deep and powerful engine roar, Shen Que rode out of the garage next door on a heavy motorcycle that was all black with sleek and powerful lines.

The motorcycle has an aggressive appearance, with its metal parts gleaming coldly in the twilight, clearly indicating its high value, which complements its owner's unruly temperament.

Shen Que skillfully braced himself with one foot and brought the motorcycle to a steady stop in front of Chen Su.

He took down a black helmet that was clearly a spare hanging in front of him and threw it to Chen Su without even looking at it.

Chen Su caught it in a flurry of activity.

The helmet was heavy.

She clumsily tried to put it on her head, just like she had seen on TV.

The helmet was huge, and it was loose and didn't stay in place at all when I put it on.

She tried to adjust the strap around her chin, but the buckle seemed a bit complicated. She fumbled around for a while but couldn't get it tight, and ended up looking rather disheveled.

Just as she was about to look up and ask Shen Que for help, she saw him nimbly lift his long leg and step off the motorcycle, walking a few steps to her.

"fool."

He gave a low, dismissive sound, his tone clearly showing impatience.

Without saying a word, he reached out and started adjusting her helmet.

"Lift your head up." His voice sounded somewhat low in the twilight.

His actions were by no means gentle; in fact, they could be described as brutal.

Chen Su felt her head bobbing uncontrollably with his movements, like a rattle drum.

With a "click," the strap was suddenly fastened.

In an instant, Chen Su felt the whole world go silent. The helmet tightly wrapped around her head, squeezing the soft flesh on both sides of her cheeks, and her mouth even involuntarily pouted slightly.

This feels...so tight!

She was about to say something, like, "Isn't it a bit too tight?", when she saw Shen Que looking at her through the helmet visor.

Then, he suddenly laughed.

It wasn't the usual mocking, cold sneer, but a genuinely amused smile, tinged with a mischievous grin, the corners of his mouth clearly curving upwards, revealing a hint of his white teeth.

He raised his hand and tapped the top of her helmet lightly with his knuckles, making a dull "thump-thump" sound.

"normal."

He uttered two words, turned around, nimbly mounted the motorcycle, started the engine, and the deep roar sounded again, urging him on.

Chen Su had no choice but to resign himself to wearing the helmet, carefully lifting his leg, and straddling the back seat of the motorcycle.

The seat cushion was higher than she had expected, making her a little nervous. Her hands instinctively wrapped loosely around Shen Que's waist, not daring to actually hug him tightly, and she leaned back as much as possible to maintain a subtle distance from him.

Shen Que seemed to sense her restraint. Without turning around, he simply said in a low voice, "Sit tight."

The next second, the motorcycle shot off like a black cheetah!

The intense push-back sensation and the sudden acceleration caused Chen Su to gasp and lean backward uncontrollably.

Overwhelmed by fear, she instantly forgot all restraint and caution, her arms tightening around Shen Que's lean yet strong waist, her entire body almost pressed against his broad back.

The wind whistled past outside her helmet, and the weightlessness brought on by the speed made her heart pound.

However, amidst this extreme speed and fear, she seemed to vaguely hear Shen Que's very soft, triumphant laugh coming from ahead.

He did it on purpose!

Chen Su was both angry and scared, and couldn't help but gently bump his back with her forehead through the hard helmet to express her dissatisfaction and protest.

Shen Que did not react, but the locomotive seemed to be moving even faster.

The city's neon lights stretched into dazzling ribbons of light at breakneck speed, blurring into a vibrant, iridescent backdrop.

The summer night wind, carrying the lingering warmth of the day's heat, slipped through the gaps in my helmet and brushed against my face. At first, it was fierce, with a heart-pounding sense of speed, but gradually, as my body got used to this fast-paced rhythm, I even began to taste a bit of freedom and exhilaration.

She hugged his lean waist tightly, her cheek pressed against his broad back through his helmet, feeling the warmth of his firm muscles under his T-shirt and the slight rise and fall of his breath.

The sound of the wind, the engine, and the faint heartbeats and body heat transmitted between us through our helmets and clothes...

A strange sense of peace and a secret thrill quietly spread through Chen Su's heart.

At this moment, it was as if all her worries and pressures had been left behind, leaving only the summer night breeze and the boy who was carrying her all the way.

So this is what racing feels like.

So this is what it feels like to hold him and wander through the city at night...it's so pleasant.

After an unknown amount of time, the motorcycle slowed down and finally came to a steady stop at the entrance of Chen Su's old neighborhood.

Chen Su was still in that dizzy state, feeling that the ground beneath her feet was somewhat soft.

Shen Que braced himself on one leg, turned to the side, and reached out to unfasten the helmet buckle for her. His movements were still not exactly gentle, but they were much better than when he was putting it on.

Taking off her helmet, the cool night air rushed in, instantly sobering Chen Su up considerably. Her hair was somewhat disheveled from being pressed down by the helmet, and there were red marks on her cheeks from being squeezed.

"Thank you for bringing me back."

She tidied her hair, thanked them again, her voice still a little hoarse with nervous excitement.

Shen Que simply nodded casually and hung her helmet back on the motorcycle.

Chen Su looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and then softly reminded him, "Be careful on your way back, and take care of yourself."

Upon hearing this, Shen Que paused, glanced at her, his gaze indistinct in the darkness, and simply hummed in response.

Chen Su watched as he turned the motorcycle around, the black bike disappearing into the night at the end of the street.

She stood there until she could no longer hear the engine, then slowly exhaled, feeling her face still burning.

He turned around and prepared to walk into the residential area.

She subconsciously looked up at the sky. The moon was exceptionally bright tonight, like a clear, cool jade plate. The bright moonlight gently shone down, casting a hazy and tranquil glow over the dilapidated neighborhood.

Her mood was as bright and gentle as the moonlight.

However, as she looked away and prepared to step into the residential complex, she was suddenly startled, her heart almost stopping instantly—

Under the shade of the old locust tree at the entrance of the residential area, Grandma stood quietly, looking at her with a complicated gaze and no expression on her face.

Clearly, Grandma had seen the scene when Shen Que brought her back.

Chen Su's mind went blank with a "buzz".

She steeled herself and slowly walked up to her grandmother, opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Grandma didn't ask anything, she just silently turned around and walked towards home.

Chen Su followed behind anxiously, like a little tail.

The streetlights in the old neighborhood flickered, their dim yellow light illuminating the silent figures of the two.

Back home, after closing the bedroom door, Grandma turned around and looked at Chen Su, her tone unusually serious: "Su Su, tell Grandma the truth, were you with that boy when you came home late earlier?"

Chen Su lowered her head, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her clothes, remaining silent, which could be considered tacit agreement.

Grandma looked at her like this, sighed softly, and asked again, "Who is that boy...? Is he a classmate of yours?"

"Mmm." Chen Su's voice was barely audible.

"So... how are his grades in your class?" Grandma's gaze was filled with inquiry and worry.

Chen Su lowered her head even further.

Shen Que's grades?

she does not know.

People who don't even take exams.

How should she answer?

Does that mean he's a notorious school bully?

Grandma saw her long silence and understood what was going on.

She stood quietly for a while, the dim light shining on her wrinkled face, making her look somewhat tired.

After a long silence, she finally spoke, her voice carrying the weariness of life and a hint of barely perceptible worry:

"Susu, listen to your grandma. From now on... try to avoid contact with that boy. You're going into your senior year of high school soon. For a family like ours, your only way out is to study hard and get into a good university. Focus on your studies and don't... don't let other things distract you."

Chen Su looked up at her grandmother's wrinkled face, which was filled with deep love and worry. Her heart felt heavy, as if something was blocking it.

She knew her grandmother meant well, but... she couldn't be away from Shen Que.

She opened her mouth, but in the end, she couldn't say anything; she just nodded slightly.