Quick Transmigration: After Becoming the Male Lead’s White Moonlight, I Realized

At night, Song Shuyue slept in Jiang Wan's room, while Jiang Wan slept with the old lady.

Jiang Wan naturally had no objection to Song Shuyue's arrangement. After all, she didn't want to sleep in the same bed with Song Shuyue. Just thinking about it made her feel uncomfortable. She quickly fell asleep next to the old lady.

In a house in the alley on the other side, moonlight shone through the window, illuminating the figure inside.

Chen Jiashu sat in the chair and rubbed his hair in annoyance. Finally, he sighed softly, got up helplessly and sat on the chair in front of the desk, looking out the window with a dark look in his eyes.

The moonlight poured down on him like water, as if covering him with a layer of cool gauze.

I don't know why I thought of that figure. Could it be that because I was used to the chattering around him, the sudden silence made him a little uncomfortable?

After a long time, Chen Jiashu, whose body was a little stiff, returned to bed, put aside the distracting thoughts in his mind, and forced himself to fall asleep.

But the boy didn’t know at that moment that the strange feeling was called - throbbing.

Early the next morning.

"What? You're leaving right after coming back, and you don't even spend more time with Xiao Wan. There's always work to do. Are you abandoning your own mother and daughter just to make money?"

Song Shuyue, who was sitting on the sofa, felt helpless about what the old lady said, but she still spoke patiently.

"Mom, there's nothing I can do about it. This is my job requirement. I make money so that you and Xiaowan can have a better life. Xiaowan is grown up and can take care of herself."

"Work, work. What's important is that the family is together and happy. Besides, Xiaowan just turned seventeen. She's not even an adult yet. How can you ask her to take care of herself?" The old lady frowned. Her son and daughter-in-law are so stubborn that they care more about work than they do about their family.

At this moment, Song Shuyue's cell phone rang. She glanced down, then stood up, pulling the suitcase beside her legs as she walked out the door and said to the old lady, "Mom, let's not talk about it for now. The car I called is here. Next time we have time, Azhou and I will come back to see you together."

With a bang, the door was closed from the outside, and the room returned to silence. The old lady sitting on the sofa could only sigh helplessly.

After hearing the noise, Jiang Wan pretended to have just woken up, opened the door and stretched.

"Grandma, is Mom gone?"

The old lady nodded and walked to the dining table, calling Jiang Wan, "Xiao Wan, don't worry about them. Come and have breakfast."

She was afraid that her granddaughter would be sad, so she tried to divert her attention. She thought of Jiang Wan when she was a child, who always pestered her and asked when her parents would come to see her. When her granddaughter followed her parents to Beijing, although she was reluctant to let her go, she was happy for her. However, little Wan did not look happy when she was with her parents.

Looking at her granddaughter quietly eating breakfast, the old lady tentatively said, "Xiao Wan, don't worry about them. Grandma loves you in Wuzhen."

Jiang Wan smiled sweetly and nodded obediently, "I know, Grandma."

Seeing that Jiang Wan didn't look sad, the old lady finally felt relieved.

After the two finished breakfast, Jiang Wan cleaned up the table and greeted the old lady.

"Grandma, I went to the bookstore."

The old lady nodded in agreement, of course she agreed.

Jiang Wan went to the second floor of the library as usual and saw Chen Jiashu cleaning.

Seeing the young man, Jiang Wan naturally raised her hand and greeted him: "Good morning, Chen Jiashu."

However, the other party just looked at her expressionlessly and then lowered his head to do his work, as if he didn't know her.

Jiang Wan put down her hands stiffly and screamed in her heart.

(No, who can tell her what’s wrong with this person? She has no idea. Wasn’t he fine the day before yesterday?)

This is when Qibao, who was offline, suddenly spoke: (Host, don’t be discouraged. The male protagonist has a very cold personality. The original owner worked hard for a long time before getting close to the male protagonist’s heart)

Jiang Wan was not comforted by these words. After all, she could clearly feel the changes in the male protagonist over time.

Walk forward and approach the person.

"Chen Jiashu, I was saying hello to you, why didn't you reply? Don't be so rude."

Chen Jiashu paused, looked up at her deeply, and then asked, "Why are you here again today?"

Jiang Wan spoke without hesitation after hearing this: "Of course I came to see you, otherwise why would I come?"

Chen Jiashu moved his lips but didn't say anything else. What reason did he have to question her?

Jiang Wan only then remembered what happened yesterday and tentatively asked, "I didn't come yesterday because I went to register for admission. Are you angry?"

Only after hearing these words did Chen Jiashu feel calm. He seemed to have noticed something about Jiang Wan's next words and just pursed his lips.

Jiang Wan continued, "I go to Wuzhen No. 1 Middle School. How about you?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Jiashu looked at Jiang Wan in surprise. He felt his heart, which had just calmed down, begin to beat rapidly again. He lowered his eyes and repeated, "Wuzhen No. 1 Middle School?"

Jiang Wan nodded, and with her hands behind her back, she tilted her head to look at him. "So it wasn't intentional yesterday. Please don't be angry, okay?"

Sensing someone approaching, Chen Jiashu raised his head unnaturally and turned his head away. He tightened his lips and spoke unnaturally, "I'm not angry."

Jiang Wan glanced at him in disbelief, not believing his awkward look at all, but she acted differently when she spoke.

"Okay, then can we read together after we're done?"

Chen Jiashu suppressed his thoughts and nodded lightly.

Seeing that he agreed, Jiang Wan nodded with satisfaction, picked up the book she had read the day before and continued to sit by the window and read.

Chen Jiashu looked at his figure. Did his uneasy heart calm down just after seeing him?

After reading for a while, a shadow fell in front of him, and Chen Jiashu sat down on the chair opposite Jiang Wan with the book in his hand.

Jiang Wan put down the book, propped up her face with her hands, and said casually, "Chen Jiashu, are you studying at No. 1 Middle School?"

Chen Jiashu nodded, "In Class 1, Grade 2."

"Oh, school is about to start in just a week. I don't know which class I'll be assigned to in the second year of high school."

In response to the words of the person in front of him, Chen Jiashu's fingers moved slightly, and a light voice rang out, "Most of the classes in No. 1 Middle School are divided into classes according to academic performance, from Class 1 to Class 7."

Jiang Wan's face wrinkled when she heard this. "Ah? Doesn't that mean I can only be in Class 5, 6, or 7?"

Chen Jiashu looked at Jiang Wan in surprise. He saw her reading every day and thought her grades were pretty good. He said in a normal tone, "Are your grades not ideal?"

Jiang Wan nodded, "That's about it."

Suddenly he looked at Chen Jiashu again, "Do you want to know my name?"

"You said."

Seeing that the boy still looked uninterested, Jiang Wan rolled her eyes and a sly smile appeared on her lips: "I won't tell you."

Seeing her like this, Chen Jiashu felt like laughing. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, but he didn't ask any questions.

Occasionally, students passed by the library and couldn't help but look at the two people by the window with curiosity.

The handsome men and beautiful women really attract attention.

But it didn't delay the two of them, they just quietly looked at the books in their hands.

When it was time for lunch, Jiang Wan got up as usual.

Seeing her actions, Chen Jiashu took the initiative to speak for the first time, "Want to go home?"

But he was just about to ask her if she would come tomorrow, but he couldn't bring himself to ask.

"Yes, I'll come see you tomorrow."

Jiang Wan packed her things and suddenly approached Chen Jiashu. She lowered her head and whispered in his ear, "Remember, my name is Jiang Wan, the Wan of long black hair."

Chen Jiashu just stood there without moving, and when he looked around, the girl was gone.

The girl's breath seemed to still be beside his ears. He raised his hand to touch his ear and repeated the words in a voice that only he could hear, his voice a little hoarse: "Jiang Wan?"