Quick Transmigration: Let Me Tell You, I'm a Social Anxiety Person

I didn't expect this generation of fans to be in such a beautiful state of mind.

Wen Ying suddenly realized that the "thermos cup puppy" was the god who controlled the fighting power of her fans.

Led by the puppy protector, Wen Ying's fans won a great victory. "Aba aba agua" even released a new promotional video featuring Wen Ying herself, saying in a very flattering way, "I'm really not a marketing account, I'm a real fan who hasn't had time to become a fan yet."

"Thermos Dog" didn't buy into his act. "Aba Aba Agua's" past deeds were dug up. This person has almost no real life and lives only online. He has insulted every living celebrity. He is notorious and has a long list of bad deeds, which has aroused public indignation.

Just minutes before, the fans of different groups were locked in a fierce battle, but they stopped fighting and joined forces to overwhelm the Weibo account of this marketing account. The internet returned to calm, and the fans who had suddenly united looked at each other, feeling an undeniable awkwardness in the atmosphere.

However, "Thermos Puppy" is very good at dealing with people. She started a giveaway on her Weibo account, claiming that there were no restrictions on the fan affiliation of the participants. As long as they had not posted any negative comments about Wen Ying, they could share 50,000 yuan by forwarding her Weibo post.

The thermos-shaped puppy said: "The event will last for a week. Thank you all for contributing to a cleaner online environment. The internet should be a platform for us to learn, communicate, understand the world, and enjoy ourselves. I hope everyone can be less hostile and have a pleasant time surfing. Of course, I also wish everyone can find a more desirable life in reality. The bridge to happiness is always under your feet, and beauty is all around you."

What heartwarming words! Wen Ying looked at them silently, and for a moment she felt that the words sounded somewhat familiar.

She looked up and glanced to her side. The computer screen on the coffee table was still lit, but the person who had been focused on their work had vanished without a trace.

Wen Ying cleared her throat: "Shen Zhu?"

"Here." A voice answered from above. Shen Zhu put his phone back in his pocket and slowly walked down from the second floor.

Wen Ying tilted her head and looked at him: "What are you doing? Why did you suddenly run up there?"

"It's too hot down here, and it's too cold up here, so I want to calm myself down."

Shen Zhu spoke casually, first going to the bar to pour himself a glass of water before sitting down next to her.

"Why do you need to calm down? Are you arguing with someone?" Wen Ying continued.

"How did you know?" Shen Zhu looked at her with a comforting expression, leaned on her shoulder, and took her hand to play with it. "I was arguing with an investor who only accepts text chat and doesn't want to talk on the phone. My phone got so hot from the argument."

"It's really hot." Wen Ying felt around in his pocket with her other hand and asked with concern, "So, is the result a win or a loss?"

"Give me a kiss and I'll tell you."

Shen Zhu's eyes shone brightly as he smiled at Wen Ying, his expression utterly seductive.

Wen Ying lowered her head and touched his lips, but he immediately acted spoiled, saying, "It was too short, I didn't feel anything." He reached out and supported the back of her neck, pried open her lips and kissed her earnestly.

However, the result still had to be announced. After the kiss ended, they leaned against each other's necks to catch their breath. Shen Zhu used his fingers to smooth Wen Ying's hair, which had been disheveled by the intense movements, and chuckled, "The answer is that I won."

"Wow, you're really good at arguing." Wen Ying feigned annoyance. "What should I do if I can't win an argument with you in the future? Just obediently admit defeat and watch you cry to gain your sympathy?"

Shen Zhu immediately said, "How could I argue with you?" He gently kissed the top of her head again and again, promising, "I will never let you have a chance to be sad and cry... Of course, tears of happiness don't count."

During dinner, the first tears of happiness streamed down Wen Ying's face.

The ingredients Shen Zhu ordered were delivered to his door in the evening. He had originally planned to cook a five-star meal for Wen Ying, just as he had promised the night before. He had just finished washing the ingredients when a phone call came in.

Shen Zhu went to answer the phone, and Wen Ying suddenly had a whimsical idea to add some energy to dinner. Confidently, she picked up a kitchen knife, but because she hadn't cooked in a long time, she forgot to rinse the onions. After a few cuts, juice splattered everywhere, and her eyes immediately started to sting.

It was at this moment that Wen Sirang pushed open the door to Wen Ying's house.

Through her teary eyes, Wen Ying noticed that Wen Sirang's expression changed from beaming to shocked and astonished. Then, with a long stride, forgetting even to change his slippers, he angrily walked towards Shen Zhu's retreating figure.

"Brother, let me explain..." Wen Ying followed behind him, wiping away her tears. "It's because of onions, onions, if you peel away my heart layer by layer... Ah!"

Enraged beyond measure, Wen Sirang grabbed Shen Zhu by the collar and yelled, "How dare he bully my sister! I'll skin him alive!"

"?!" Shen Zhu felt a huge pulling force and looked back in confusion, meeting Wen Sirang's almost spitting fire gaze and Wen Ying's tears.

"..." Shen Zhu was even more confused, but his body reacted faster than his brain. Even though he had his neck gripped, he still tried to cup Wen Ying's face in his hands. "Why are you crying all of a sudden?"

"I just saw tears because I was cutting onions," Wen Ying said, gently wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips. "Now it's because my knee hurts, and I wasn't watching where I was going and bumped into the table."

Shen Zhu immediately understood what had happened, and Wen Sirang obviously realized what was going on as well, slowly releasing the hand that was gripping his collar.

"..." The two looked at each other, and an awkwardness spread between them as their eyes met.

Wen Sirang really didn't know what to say. Seeing that Shen Zhu was about to pick up Wen Ying, he suppressed his discomfort and took the somewhat cumbersome phone from Shen Zhu's hand.

"Valuable items are easily damaged, haha, let me help you carry them..."

Wen Sirang adjusted his mindset, made his voice polite, and felt the smile return to his face.

Shen Zhu's phone was still making strange noises, like an uninterrupted video. Wen Sirang looked down at the screen, and the slowly rising corners of his lips began to plummet.

"Why are you here?"

Shen Chi's expression also cracked slightly: "Why can't I be here? This is Shen Zhu's phone. I'd like to ask you, what were you trying to do to my brother just now?"

Wen Sirang was about to say "Mind your own business" when his gaze fell on the edge of the sofa and he saw Shen Zhu blowing on Wen Ying's knee and applying medicine, acting as if no one else was around. The discomfort he had been suppressing resurfaced.

He thought to himself that he couldn't be the only one suffering from acid reflux, so he said into the phone, "What else can I do? Shen Zhu is my brother-in-law now, and we have a great relationship. He just invited me over for dinner, saying he wanted to show off his skills to me."

"just?"

“Yes, just before I called you,” Wen Sirang said. “He didn’t invite you, did he? Oh dear, this child, a married brother is like water spilled from a bowl.”

Shen Chi: "..."

"But don't be too sad. I'll say a few words for him at the dinner table later. You can't forget your own brother when you're in a relationship, right?"

Overcome with anger, Shen Chi angrily hung up the phone.

Wen Sirang's smile returned to his face. He hummed a little tune and strolled to the sofa. Even Shen Zhu looked much more pleasing to the eye now.

Wen Ying looked up at him: "Wen Sirang, did you just call on me?"

Shen Zhu looked at Wen Ying with a resentful gaze: "Why does he know your house's password? I don't have one. And he came in without shoe covers. I'll have to clean again tonight."