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

Wen Ying said, "I won't laugh at you."

She placed her finger above the fingerprint unlock and glanced into the car. Shen Zhu still had that tortured expression, nervously watching her movements.

Wen Ying smiled and said, "You can go back on your word, but you have to promise me one thing."

"I didn't intend to go back on my word," Shen Zhu said immediately.

Wen Ying was skeptical, so she took out her phone and gently patted his face.

"What..." Shen Zhu tilted his head and nuzzled against the back of her hand, pursing his lips, "What do you want me to promise you?"

“It’s a small punishment, and it might be a little bloody, so you’ll have to close your eyes.”

"Does this constitute domestic violence? That's not a good idea. Be careful not to get caught on camera."

Even so, Shen Zhu still closed his eyes.

Wen Ying leaned closer and stared at him intently for a while. Shen Zhu felt her breath so close to his face, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

He suddenly chuckled: "If you keep doing that, I'll feel like you're going to kiss me."

Can kissing be considered a punishment?

"Fine, you're kissing me and then you bite me. Sometimes your bites really hurt..."

The last syllable of the sentence was not uttered; Shen Zhu's voice was stuck in his throat.

Wen Ying pulled his hand up and placed it above the fully lowered car window. Wen Ying squeezed the base of his ring finger.

"Shen Zhu," she called his name, "Will you marry me?"

The moment he opened his eyes, the corners of Shen Zhu's eyes turned crimson.

He looked at the diamond ring hanging above his ring finger and said, "Yes." His voice was slightly hoarse as he urged, "Put it on for me quickly."

Scattered snowflakes fell from the sky, melting into tiny specks of water the moment they hit the ground.

The ring, inlaid with diamonds and the letters "WY", slowly descended onto Shen Zhu's ring finger as he pushed it. He clenched his palm tightly, holding it securely.

Clench your fist, take one last look, then clench your fist again...

Wen Ying leaned against the window watching him like this, and was about to say, "Don't worry, it won't disappear," when Shen Zhu suddenly unbuckled his seatbelt, opened the door, got out, picked her up around the waist, and the two of them got into the back seat together.

"Where's yours?" Shen Zhu asked.

"It's in my pocket. I'm already wearing the pigeon egg you gave me. Would wearing another one be considered showing off my wealth?"

Shen Zhu didn't speak. He lowered his head, took out the velvet box from her pocket, found the same ring, and put it on her ring finger.

Wen Ying smiled and said, "Isn't it a bit cliché to engrave your name on a ring?"

"No."

Shen Zhu rubbed the two letters engraved on the ring vigorously, then looked up and Wen Ying saw that his entire face was wet with tears.

Wen Ying was stunned for a moment: "You..."

Shen Zhu first turned his head and blinked, but the redness on his thin eyelids became even more pronounced.

He said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Don't laugh at me," then pressed Wen Ying's head down and kissed her forcefully. As their lips met, large tears also fell onto her cheeks.

Wen Ying's heart trembled. She raised her hand to encircle his shoulders and tilted her head back to meet his thrusts even deeper.

A long time passed, until a slight chilly breeze seeped into the car, and Shen Zhu finally straightened up to close the window and turn up the air conditioning.

He still had his arm around Wen Ying's waist, letting her sit on his lap, and picked up his phone from beside the seat.

Wen Ying touched the corner of his eye: "Aren't you worried about me watching you this time?"

“There shouldn’t be any secrets between us in the first place.” Shen Zhu’s nasal voice hadn’t subsided as he spoke as he pressed the unlock button. “I was nervous before because I was afraid you would be angry.”

“I’m not angry,” Wen Ying said.

The content on the screen was clear at a glance: below the comment "Thermos Puppy," the unsent message "Keep a low profile" was flashing in the chat box.

“I have indeed been following you for a long time.” Shen Zhu looked down at her. “At first, I just wanted to catch a glimpse of you from afar. I was relieved to see that you were doing well. But not long after, I realized that I had overestimated myself. I couldn’t help but send you messages, comment on your Weibo posts, and even try to learn how to improve my account’s data so that you could see my comments and hopefully reply to me.”

"In 1,825 days, you replied to me 29 times. I'm sorry, those 29 opportunities could have been given to your other fans, but I secretly took them for my own selfish desires..."

As Shen Zhu spoke, he couldn't help but lean in and kiss her, rubbing his nose against her ear and neck, making Wen Ying feel ticklish. She thought his way of apologizing was also like that of a small animal.

"Wouldn't you be disappointed to find out that the die-hard fan who has always been by your side is actually me?" Shen Zhu whispered, resting his head on her shoulder.

"No, I'm very happy."

The little animal's rubbing suddenly stopped, and Shen Zhu's face showed a stunned expression, which slowly transformed into a restrained joy.

"I'm very happy."

Wen Ying repeated herself, cupping Shen Zhu's face in her hands, her gentle gaze fixed intently on him.

“You’ve never left my side, and I’m so glad,” she said. “Thank you, thermos, thank you, puppy, thank you, Shen Zhu. You’ve made me a warm-hearted person who isn’t afraid of or runs away from life and is brave enough to love and be loved.”

-

As a way of repaying Wen Ying for keeping him company during hibernation, Shen Zhu decided to spend the Lunar New Year's Eve at Wen Ying's home as her prospective son-in-law.

As soon as the news came out, the Wen family immediately expressed their welcome. Wen Sirang pulled Shen Zhu into a large group chat called "Happy Family". The welcome ceremony included a large number of red envelopes from his father-in-law, mother-in-law, aunt, uncle, maternal grandmother, and Wen Sirang himself.

Shen Zhu was overjoyed and felt refreshed. He took a screenshot of the string of red envelopes and sent it to his family group chat with the caption: "Talented people can make money anywhere."

Shen Chi: "?"

Shen Zhu's father: "Bah! You unfilial son!"

Shen Zhu: "Oh, I sent the wrong message. I just wanted to send it to Wen Ying to show off."

"..."

Shen Zhu forgot about the incident and dragged Wen Ying to play games. Just a few minutes into the game, a string of phone numbers popped up.

"Hello, how can I help you?" Shen Zhu asked politely.

A sarcastic voice came from the phone: "Shen Zhu, you've really grown wings now. Even Yu the Great, who was controlling the floods, passed by his own home three times. What about you? You practically avoid your family whenever you see them."

Wen Ying mouthed, "Who is it?"

Shen Zhu replied to her with lip reading: "Phone card customer service." He then selected a jungler on the hero interface, "Only in dire straits can a stalemate be broken. This time, I'll carry!"

On the other end of the phone: "What is this?... Desperate situation? Who gave you a desperate situation? Didn't you give up your comfortable life and insist on getting stuck on this one thing? When others were studying hard to get into university, you were following that little girl surnamed Wen. When others entered society to take care of their parents, you were following her too."

The voice grew increasingly distorted: "It's almost Chinese New Year's Eve and you still insist on going to someone else's house for dinner. How did I give birth to such a love-struck child!"

Shen Zhu ignored her and leaned over to kiss Wen Ying on the forehead: "Baby, don't choose the Bull Demon King. If you play this one, we'll use matching skins."

"Shen Zhu!!!"

The shout shook the earth, and the countdown on the page came from the speaker, which Wen Ying also heard.

"Why is customer service taking so long on the phone? Just tell them you want to unsubscribe."

"Okay, I'll unsubscribe." Shen Zhu readily complied, then threatened over the phone, "If you call again, I'll report you."

After saying that, he pressed the hang-up button.

The world returned to peace, and Shen Zhu and Wen Ying continued their sweet duo queueing. Shen Zhu performed exceptionally well, achieving a pentakill and earning unanimous praise from his teammates, as well as two kisses from Wen Ying as a reward.

When good things happen, people are in high spirits. Shen Zhu switched to another Weibo account and secretly posted a 520-word message, concluding: "Today was really a very happy day!" Robert commented below: "Haha, you artificial idiot are quite happy."

Shen Zhu didn't see it. After posting on Weibo, he switched back to the "Thermos Puppy" account and started a new round of annual data summaries, while also sharing some of the red envelopes he received.

The thermos-shaped dog: "It's a lucky draw! Everyone, share in the joy!"

Netizens who heard the commotion offered their congratulations and asked, "What good news happened to the puppy?"

"I've met a kind-hearted god," said the thermos-shaped puppy. "I'm getting married!"

After sending this message, even more blessings flooded in like a tide, almost causing Shen Zhu's Weibo to freeze.

Wen Ying, watching from the side, pointed at the message "Wishing the puppy and brother-in-law a happy marriage" on the screen and laughed out loud: "Could that 'brother-in-law' be referring to me?"

She nudged Shen Zhu's shoulder. "Hey, we've already announced our relationship. Are you still going to continue interacting with my fans as if we were dating?"

"Why not?" Shen Zhu still adored his puppy account. "If one day your fans find out that the person fighting alongside them is actually someone they hate, they'll definitely feel disillusioned. I can have no secrets in front of you, but in front of my fans... such a thing as being exposed will never happen again."

He selected a dozen or so comments with particularly long New Year's greetings to reply to, then switched back to his verified main account and sent out New Year's red envelopes in his fan group.

"You're a master of balance." Wen Yingchao gave him a thumbs up.

Shen Zhu was a little embarrassed, so he lowered his head and kissed her fingertip, then opened his mouth and bit her fingertip.

Wen Ying didn't know what was so interesting about chewing on fingers; perhaps it was just another new way to express affection. Since Shen Zhu liked it, she let him be.

They stayed home for a few days, and New Year's Eve arrived amidst the sounds of firecrackers. Shen Zhu and Wen Ying returned to the seaside city where their grandmother lived and spent a lively New Year.

After the clock struck midnight, Shen Zhu took a photo with Wen Ying and posted their first photo together on his Weibo account.

At the same time the photo was successfully sent, Shen Zhu received a phone call. This time, the SIM card customer service representative on the other end of the line was no longer as domineering as before.

Shen Zhu's father said calmly on the phone, "I saw the photos you posted. Happy New Year! Bring Wen Ying back for a meal on the second day of the Lunar New Year."

Shen Zhu asked in confusion, "Didn't we already say last time that we would unsubscribe?"

"..." Shen Zhu's father took a deep breath, as if he was preparing himself, but before he could finish preparing, a burst of noise suddenly came from the other end of the phone.

Shen Zhu vaguely heard a few words: "I told you not to say that. Is it going to kill you to apologize?" "What are you glaring at me for? How come you're so easily swayed?" "You were a little stubborn when you were in school, and now you're an old stubborn."

Fireworks also soared into the sky at that moment, blooming brightly in the dark night sky.

Wen Ying's profile was illuminated by the dazzling fireworks. Shen Zhu was in a hurry to take a picture of her with his camera, so he hung up the phone.