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

The following summer, Wen Ying joined Director Wen's film crew.

She joined the crew with Shen Zhu, and the script they were filming was the same youth campus drama they missed when they were seventeen.

Actually, half a year ago, after Wen Ying finished filming a period drama, she received the script sent by Director Wen in her detached villa in Wangxiting.

In the past six months, the script has been revised many times, with some parts being cut and others having many details added. Even the filming style has changed from a movie of less than two hours to a TV series of twenty episodes.

The only things that haven't changed are the two lead actors who were booked early on, and the female lead's character design.

That was a slightly special, complex character.

In her biography, Wen Ying describes her as a rose, not because of her beauty, but because of her sharp thorns; she is also described as a weed, not to praise her resilience, but because she is so easy to die.

Repression, inner conflict, being criticized and misunderstood.

She finally wrote these words at the end of the biography, thought about it, crossed it out, and changed it to "However, I can understand."

However, she could understand, since sometimes people just like to do things that seem to have no reward and are meaningless.

Therefore, just as Wen Ying understands why Director Wen insisted on creating such an unlikable character, she also understands the protagonist's persistence in the script.

After filming officially began, Director Wen set a rule for the entire crew: during filming, their lives would be strictly carried out according to the script's timeline.

Wherever the script went, their lives followed it meticulously. They all got up early like high school students, worked in the dark, ate at designated restaurants, and wore school uniforms.

So much so that when Shi Yuan came to visit the set, he could only stand at the school gate, gazing at those who had completely integrated into campus life from afar, tears streaming down their faces behind bars.

"Just as I walked to the door, the old man in the security room suddenly shouted that I wasn't allowed to enter because I wasn't wearing a school uniform. It startled me. I thought I had traveled back to before I was eighteen. I quickly took out my phone to check the time."

Shi Yuan gripped the railing with both hands, watching Yuan Chen wolf down his fried chicken, and continued in a daze, "Seriously? You guys are so realistic that even the cafeteria food is as bad as it was in high school?"

"..." Yuan Chen choked, and Shi Yuan handed him the milk tea as well. He took several sips before saying, "The food in the cafeteria isn't bad, but the character I'm playing is malnourished and I have to maintain my figure, so Director Wen doesn't allow me to eat too much."

Shi Yuan still felt sorry for him, and the tears in his eyes glistened even more.

Yuan Chen: "Actually, this is nothing. I heard from Sister Wen Ying that she once filmed a drama about production in the 1980s. Everyone had to plant rice seedlings, herd cattle, and cut grass. The actors' skin was tanned to the color of coal."

Shi Yuan felt that Yuan Chen being malnourished was more acceptable than turning into a lump of coal, since he wasn't that ugly, so he said, "Okay."

He rested his chin on his hand and looked at the person in front of him, still a little puzzled: "But I still feel it's strange to talk through the wall, like visiting someone in prison. Why won't Director Wen let me go in to see you?"

After finishing his fried chicken, Yuan Chen took off his disposable gloves, took out a piece of paper from his school uniform pocket, and placed it in front of Shi Yuan.

"because this."

"what is this?"

"School rules and regulations".

Shi Yuan looked down and saw a line of text highlighted in red and bold.

—A hundred pages of chat logs are no match for two identical college acceptance letters. Let's start preventing puppy love.

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wind: "Who is this being targeted?"

wind: "This is targeting me."

Regarding the line of text highlighted in red and bold, netizen wind passionately voiced his grievances.

Wind: "Today, Director Wen praised my acting skills as comparable to that of a movie star. I looked like I had been through a lot of hardship. He didn't know that I was just expressing my true feelings."

Wind: "A life without kissing is meaningless; my soul is dull and lifeless."

Full Cup of Phuket Island: "..."

Full Cup of Phuket Island: "Sweetie, control yourself and find something else to distract yourself."

As everyone knows, Shen Zhu is a very proactive person.

He said he wanted to find something to do, and the next day at noon, he took over the cafeteria lady's job of serving meals and stood guard next to the stainless steel insulated containers.

His white and blue school uniform jacket was open. He rolled up his sleeves to his elbows, scooped up a large amount of egg drop soup and seaweed with a long-handled spoon, and poured it into the bowl of the person behind him.

Because of the exceptional skill required to make soup, a long queue formed behind Shen Zhu, and Director Wen, who had come to admire him, also joined the queue.

However, when it was his turn, Shen Zhu simply lifted his hand and scooped up a bowl of clear water.

"I'm just giving you a hint; there's no real substance to it," Shen Zhu said apologetically.

Director Wen pushed his reading glasses up: "Targeting me?"

"Don't dare."

"You've lost your first on-screen kiss."

Shen Zhu blinked.

"There's even a kissing scene? It wasn't in the script."

He diligently switched the bowls, prepared a fresh bowl of soup brimming with genuine affection, and practically fed it to Director Wen himself.

He continued in a cheerful tone, "When will we shoot? How will we shoot? How long will the shoot take?"

Director Wen took a sip of soup: "Of course we can only film after the graduation storyline ends. Don't you know best? What, when you were seventeen or eighteen, you had a crush on someone and dared to secretly kiss them on the lips at school?"

Shen Zhu: "I wouldn't dare."

Director Wen glanced at him and said, "Oh? This isn't like you."

"Of course I have to follow the rules at school, I'm a good student."

Shen Zhu continued slowly, "However, it's not necessarily the case outside of school. For details, please refer to the fan fiction 'Waves in Waves' in the 'Moonlight Bamboo Shadows' post. The scene described by the author is quite similar to my experience at the time. It's practically a one-to-one copy and paste. Director Wen, you should read it. It might help you write kissing scenes."

Director Wen: "..."

He immediately told Wen Ying about it, and she sent Shen Zhu's phone a screenshot of the fanfiction, asking, "Is the author you're talking about yourself? Shen Zhu, why do you like using alternate accounts so much?"

wind: "I have such a strong urge to share that I can't help myself."

They were preparing to film a night scene. The crew was busy setting up the set and adjusting the lighting. Desks and chairs were being moved around from one classroom to another, and the surroundings were noisy.

Wen Ying looked down and reread the fanfiction. With her phone in the desk drawer, she switched to her chat app and continued sending messages: "Share it here next time."

wind: "Hmm?"

Full Cup of Phuket Island: "Not just you. I really want to kiss you too."

power cut.

Suddenly, darkness fell all around, and a gasp rang out from the crowd. In an instant, the entire building was plunged into darkness.

The cell phone in the desk drawer was still glowing. Wen Ying looked up and saw a pair of equally bright eyes.

Shen Zhu raised his index finger and shushed her in her ear. Then he grabbed her hand and, amidst the noise and darkness, led her away from the classroom door.

Disordered footsteps rushed through the corridor and across the empty staircase.

Reaching the foot of the swaying tree-lined teaching building, the people upstairs finally noticed the disappearance of the two main characters, and their flashlight beams shone brightly upon them—

Wen Ying was pushed backward and leaned against the tree, but she did not feel any pain. Shen Zhu placed his hand on the back of her head.

The trees stood silently, towering over the two of them. Wen Ying felt Shen Zhu nuzzle against her neck. He leaned closer, touched her lips tenderly, and then kissed her deeply.

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The system, perched atop a tall tree, saw the two below embracing and found it utterly unbearable to watch, so it looked away.

Its ghostly form swayed in the wind, staring blankly at the moon. Since Wen Ying arrived in this world, the system had stayed behind, not because it couldn't find a way to leave, but because—

You have two top-level commands.

The memory returned to the cramped, dark basement, and VV's voice echoed in my mind: [First, "W1 absolutely protects W0," this command shattered the signal you sent to the Supreme God. Second... when you feel... feel what? The latter half is encrypted. Damn it, I might not be able to decipher the code.]

The system remembers being stunned for a long time before it slowly regained its voice.

So what should I do?

[What is it and how is it done?]

After failing to decipher the code again, VV seemed a little impatient.

The text above says, "When you feel it"... then just feel it according to that meaning.

Feelings.

The system silently repeated that the term was not complicated, and even the encyclopedia's explanation consisted of only four or five rather common words.

But it leaves it confused—perhaps confusion is a feeling too?

It returned to Wen Ying's world with a heart full of sorrow, watching her find her own happiness even without the system.

Happiness is also a feeling. The system thought silently, but it couldn't truly empathize, because it was just an ordinary, utterly simple system.

Perhaps its dejected tone was too obvious, and after months of silence, Wen Ying awakened it from her mind.

Do you need to help me with something?

The system didn't quite understand what it could still do for her at this moment. Wen Ying seemed very independent; she didn't seem like a host who still needed the system's help.

But it still agreed: "What should I do?"

[Should? Perhaps we should remove those two words. There's no 'should,' but rather I'm asking for your help, like a regular friend would. You help me to the best of your ability, and then I thank you.]

Wen Ying's laughter was pleasant, and pleasantness meant relaxation. The system also gradually regained its energy in the relaxed atmosphere.

Before heading out to run errands for Wen Ying, it asked, without thinking, for the first time: "Wen Ying, don't you think I resemble your supervisor?"

Wen Ying's answer was "no".

The system also felt this was how it should be, because it didn't feel any familiar longing for Wen Ying, even though VV had said that its first supreme command stated: W1 absolutely protects W0. Even though it subconsciously felt that W0 and Wen Ying's name sounded somewhat similar.

But... is familiarity necessary to become good friends?

Wen Ying suddenly spoke again, "[Can't we start getting to know each other right now, become familiar with each other from this moment on, and then become friends?]"

From that day on, the system began to do what it could.

It all started as a way to help Wen Ying. He replaced the medicine in Gao Yan's IV drip with nutrient solution, and that's how the miracle happened in the lifeless ward.

Gao Yan's mother shed tears of happiness. She cried for a long time, and the system watched from the side for a long time as well. After leaving the ward, it went to the accident-prone intersection and slowed down the speed of two cars that were about to collide, so that the cars that should have been smashed to pieces only had their trunk shells broken.

Later, the boy who fell into the river was gently lifted up by the wind, and the ring that the couple threw into the sewer during their argument rolled back. For a long time, the legend of the "ghost" echoed in the city. People said that encountering the "ghost" meant encountering good luck and happiness.

So some people began to pray to it.

Those words gently enveloped the non-existent body of the system, as if something unseen was passing through it.