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

In fact, many people on the internet are discussing why Director Wen is doing variety shows. Some say he has been cursed and possessed by a ghost; others say he has been praised too highly by the film industry and impulsively decided to jump down and see for himself, but his eyesight is failing and he can't see whether the ground under his feet is lush grass or muddy ground.

Of course, some people speculated in a positive light, saying that Director Wen represents a messenger of justice, wanting to create a genuine and heartfelt reality show with sincerity and enthusiasm that has been rejected by today's society.

But speculation is just speculation; no one truly understood the old man's heart.

"Do you remember when you first started acting with me, I promised you a youth campus drama? But due to unforeseen circumstances, that drama never got made," Director Wen said.

Wen Ying smiled and said, "I remember you told me back then that you wanted me to play the female lead and Shen Zhu to play the male lead who would save me."

"The problem lies with the script. I made the female lead an introverted girl suffering from depression. Because of this illness, the script was rejected. Some people told me to change this point and reorganize the plot, and it would still be a wonderful movie. But I don't want to do that. I believe that all the thoughts arising from the illness are the essence. I'm old, and I'm stubborn. I'm not willing to change it."

Wen Ying listened quietly.

Director Wen sighed, “I really don’t understand. There are so many sick people in this world, yet people all seem to be keeping quiet about it. People with mental illnesses are ostracized at school, discriminated against when looking for work, and even their parents may not like them. Admitting to an illness is shameful, so if they want to gain recognition and be shown on the big screen, they have to deny that they are sick. My leading lady has to take on the script of a normal person in order to portray a fulfilling life.”

On the television screen, the program was still playing, the progress bar moving slowly forward. Wen Ying saw herself sitting by the porthole, with Shen Zhu beside her, his face full of worry.

The camera pans further back, and she sees Shi Yuan's red eyes and Yuan Chen's equally wet wrists. Then Guo Jingye stands up and switches seats with Yuan Chen, while Yang Li covers her mouth with a small fan, looks up, and asks Yuan Chen incredulously how he got all wet again.

“There are many scripts in this world. Celebrities’ personas, film and television scripts, and even reality show recordings will always have someone write a suitable script according to predetermined requirements and hand it over to the right person. So, what kind of script is right and what kind is wrong? It’s hard to judge the line. A movie with a rating of 8.9 may still be considered terrible by 10% of people. A stage that no one cares about may still have another group of people supporting it.”

“So I thought, why not step outside the storyline?” Director Wen continued. “Of course, this is risky. Without a storyline to keep things in check, the filming can easily fall apart, and the final cut will look terrible. So, I made a brief outline and only set the time and place to go.”

Wen Ying thought for a moment and said, "When I first participated in the recording, the PD told me that the show originally had a script."

"That's because the three guests we invited earlier had some minor mishaps..." Director Wen was a little embarrassed when he mentioned that he had misjudged people. "For safety reasons, I had someone write a backup script overnight. I originally intended to just use it to fool people, but to my surprise, none of the remaining guests were willing to follow the script. This coincided with my original idea."

In the script, Wen Ying is supposed to be a top-notch mediator who is good at handling emergencies. Guo Jingye is her capable assistant, Yang Li is a gossip expert who is tough on the outside but soft on the inside, and Yuan Chen and Shi Yuan will perform a touching story of teamwork in front of the camera. Then, Director Wen will take advantage of the popularity to invite other members of the W1 boy group to be guest stars, so that the washed-up boy group can reignite its popularity.

"..." Wen Ying asked suspiciously, "Did W1's agency pay you?"

"How did you know? And you gave so much! President Wen also made a deal with me, wanting to place a new guest with me to be your reading companion." Director Wen sighed, then suddenly changed the subject, "But none of these people gave as much as Shen Zhu. The winner takes all, so the last spot on this show went to him."

Wen Ying exclaimed "Ah!"

How much did Shen Zhu actually spend to see her?

"He arrived last, and I didn't include him in my script. But even if I had, he might not have been willing to act. I invited him to participate in big productions before, but he was unwilling because he thought it was too much trouble. He only played a few minor roles. After saying so much, let's go back to the original topic and the reason why I made this show."

"I saw the shadow of the female lead I missed four years ago in one of the people," Director Wen said. "Perhaps it was a flash of inspiration, or perhaps it was to make up for a regret. In any case, this reality show based on life began."

The doorbell rang, and Wen Ying put down the phone, got up, walked along the wide carpet to the door, and opened the door for Shen Zhu.

He held two bouquets of blooming flowers in his arms, one a bouquet of roses and the other a bouquet of orchids intertwined with camellias.

I wrote you a love letter.

When Shen Zhu turned around, Wen Ying noticed that he was carrying a backpack that didn't match his clothing style at all.

For some reason, her outstretched hand trembled slightly, but she still tried her best to pull the zipper open steadily.

Inside the schoolbag was a required Chinese textbook for second-year high school students. Wen Ying opened it and saw a test paper with 20 points deducted from the composition. Turning a few pages further, she found a fragrant letter lying quietly among the pages.

Wen Ying moved her fingertips, wanting to open the letter sealed with wax, but Shen Zhu pinched her fingers and said, "Look at it later."

He placed the heavy bouquet on the entryway cabinet, still carrying that ridiculously wide-mouthed backpack, and reached out to pull Wen Ying into his arms.

He looked down at her, and after a few seconds, he lifted her up steadily and made her sit on the tall cabinet filled with the fragrance of flowers. He held her back, tilted his head back, and kissed her hard.

The television was still playing, showing them and others traveling by car across a vast snowfield to a beach studded with sparkling diamonds.

During the short journey, background music suddenly started playing.

"Hello, did you receive it?"

The invitation I sent you last night

I want to take you to see the four seasons.

This time, it won't start in spring.

Let's go see the white

The brilliant reflection in the sunlight

The gears meshed and rotated slowly.

We see gold

From Frost's Descent to Awakening of Insects

Wen Ying was taken aback, and looked over in the direction of the voice: "Is this your new song? I don't think I've heard it before."

“It’s new.” Shen Zhu hugged her tighter, somewhat displeased that her gaze had drifted away with his voice, and murmured, “Focus, look at me…”

Wen Ying smiled and leaned over to kiss him, saying, "The one playing on the screen is you too."

"I allow you to occasionally be distracted by my past self," Shen Zhu said, his lips brushing against hers. "But only when I'm not around. Right now, just look at me."

You closed your eyes in front of me.

What did you see? You never say.

Memories that come with the rainy season

Surrounding the lonely island

Surrounding the bewildered school of fish

Surrounded by bizarre and fantastical dreams

Surrounding the solidified paint on the canvas

It got soaked and turned black.

My shadow stands silently.

The red sunset is setting.

The clouds also gained color; it was getting dark.

Which way should we go?

Is it beyond the mountains? Across the ocean?

Ah, the summer I forgot.

As time went by, I grew up day by day.

Nobody knows

A flower bloomed quietly.

Hey, did you receive it?

The letter that time sent to you

Even now, carriages and horses are still very slow.

Me and you

There will be plenty of time to think.

Should I become an adult?

Should I just be myself?

How about we venture out into the unknown?

If you receive

Please reply.

Send it to this number.

"I got it."

The person in front of her was embracing her steadily, breathing heavily. Wen Ying leaned against Shen Zhu's chest, hearing his heavy heartbeats. Her own heartbeat found its rhythm in the same frequency as his.

"I love you so much, Shen Zhu. Because you are by my side, my seasons are so distinct."

She gazed into his eyes and said in the gentlest yet firmest voice, "Whether known or unknown, whether past, present, or future, I only want to go with you to the end of time."