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

Halfway through filming the campus storyline, Director Wen revised the script.

Actually, not much has been changed. The story is still the same story, the male and female leads are still the same couple, and the trials and growth they experience are still the same. The only addition between them is a fluffy little animal.

Perhaps because the drama was shrouded in a somber gray tone, making it seem overly tragic, and because some actors who finished filming early read the complete script and exclaimed that the ending was too powerful and unbearable, Director Wen brought in a cat.

They said they brought in a cat, but actually, the cat just walked right in.

Loud laughter came from the alleyway separated from the school by a wall. The hoarseness of the boys' voices during puberty was tinged with malice. The small orange animal with soft fur seemed to have found a surge of courage from somewhere and leaped over the high wall, landing in the newly set-up camera lens.

The excessively thin cat arched its back, its bristling fur trembling, and confronted those around it with a brave gaze.

It wasn't until Xiao Jiang, who had been sent by Wen Ying to buy cat food, came running back breathlessly that the cat put away its front paws and limped toward the kind-looking person.

"This is a kind of fate," Director Wen said. "It will be a true ray of light for youth in a campus drama with a dark tone."

So they reshot the scene where the male and female leads adopted the kitten together. But the cat couldn't distinguish between the filming and reality. After being held by Wen Ying and Shen Zhu too many times, it recognized the two people who often fed and petted it. It circled around their feet with great enthusiasm, as if it regarded them as its real-life cat owners.

"What do you think, should we go with the flow and adopt this little thing?" Shen Zhu squatted down by the playground, pretending to be a cat toy with a foxtail grass, and waved it around on the cat's head.

The cat was dozing off leisurely, its ears swaying from side to side as the foxtail grass disturbed its sleep.

Wen Ying sat on the steps, propped her chin up, and looked at the two of them, saying, "Then you have to give it a name."

"Me? The name I chose might not sound good."

As Shen Zhu spoke, he casually recited a few names, such as "Lightning Flying Man," "Rainstorm Demon King," and "Abyss Green Flower." In the end, even "Strawberry Milk" and "Seaweed Tiger Roll" popped up, making Wen Ying hungry.

She had to interrupt him: "Do you have some kind of obsession with four-character names?"

Shen Zhu smiled and said, "No."

He casually stuffed the foxtail grass he used to tease the cat into the cat's curled-up body, pulled off the school uniform jacket tied around his waist, took two steps over, and placed one foot on the step below Wen Ying.

At that moment, the crew pushed the equipment over, and he lowered his head to place a light kiss on Wen Ying's lips, then casually turned his head away and obediently put on his school uniform.

“Actually, I wanted to name it ‘Yingying,’ because it looks as cute as you,” Shen Zhu said. “But I’ll pass. My world only needs one Wenying.”

He reached out and pinched her cheek again before walking toward the bustling crowd.

Wen Ying's gaze followed his movements, and she saw Shen Zhu pointing to a passage in the script, saying something with a faint smile on his lips. Wen Ying guessed that he wanted to modify the lines according to his own understanding.

"Are you sure?" Director Wen looked at Shen Zhu with suspicion. "I've read your essays from high school, and you always lost 20 points."

Shen Zhu said, "Why don't you listen to the lyrics I write? You must have improved a lot over the years. I even won a gold record award last year."

“After hearing that, ‘unbearable, deeply mired in it,’ what you wrote when you were nineteen is simply unbearable to listen to.”

"..." Shen Zhu was silent for a while, his eyes wandering before finally landing on Wen Ying.

Wen Ying waved to him, a slight smile playing on her lips, so beautiful in the setting sun that it almost made one's cheeks burn.

Shen Zhu pressed his hand against the bridge of his nose and coughed lightly: "I swear I only ever wrote one song that was so unrestrained."

Director Wen laughed and let him off the hook, patting him on the shoulder.

They reached an agreement that day to revise the lines according to Shen Zhu's understanding.

Just as there are a thousand Hamlets in a thousand readers' eyes, Shen Zhu, who is skilled at writing about love, can now perfectly immerse himself in the role he plays and become one with the boy whose personality is contrary to his own.

He and his heroine faced each other from afar, and in the last rays of the setting sun as it completely disappeared below the horizon, he slowly recited: "But in my eyes, you have never been a princess to be manipulated."

"You are a queen who overcomes all obstacles, an invincible knight, and I am your most loyal supporter and a partner who will never betray you."

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After Director Wen stopped directing films, he took Wen Ying as his student, and under his guidance, Wen Ying began to slowly try directing her own films.

His first attempt was on Shen Zhu. Wen Ying wrote a script exclusively for him. It was short and the story wasn't as dramatic as initially envisioned, but he did a great job.

The movie was released during the May Day holiday and did quite well at the box office. Shen Zhu transferred the money he earned to a special card as funds for his future trip with Wen Ying.

Over the years, hibernation has become a shared tradition for the two. When December arrives, their fans tacitly stop working tirelessly on data analysis and instead share their daily lives in the supertopic to prove to their idols that they are also living fulfilling lives in real life.

Perhaps realizing that the couple's feelings for each other were growing stronger and there was no possibility of them separating, over time, the fans of both sides seemed to have come to terms with reality and almost stopped arguing.

The hashtag "#MoonlightBambooShadows" has remained relatively quiet, with fewer people posting, but new people are constantly joining to enjoy the supposedly "only unbreakable bond in the entertainment industry" and dig into the deep history between the two.

From the polished and polished "Friendship" to the vibrant high school promotional video, and even the five minutes they spent together in junior high, there's so much to dig into. If we wait for netizens to use a magnifying glass to uncover everything back to kindergarten, it might take many years.

However, Shen Zhu no longer felt anxious, nor did he act like before, where he would create a fake account and force people to kowtow. He had become much more Zen-like.

"Perhaps it's because you gave me a great sense of security from beginning to end."

Wen Ying stood by the kitchen counter. She had originally asked Shen Zhu to help her tie her apron, but for some reason, the apron was still hanging loosely at her waist, and her hand, which should have been tying the straps tightly, slipped inside her clothes.

"Sister Wenying, I'm so touched, you really love me."

The person behind her was leaning on her back. He was very tall, but he still had to bend down and bury his head in her neck with great difficulty. Wen Ying reached back and patted him twice, not too hard.

"What fanfiction have you been reading again? Next time, don't say innocent things while doing something not so innocent; it's really incongruous," Wen Ying said. "Get out of here, I need to cook."

Shen Zhu took his hand out and hugged her waist tightly: "I'll watch you cook."

"What if I get distracted and the food doesn't taste good?"

"Then let it taste bad. I'm not hungry at all. You're enough for me."

Wen Ying laughed and turned to look at him. "Didn't you say I gave you a lot of security? Why are you still so clingy?"

"Is there a direct connection between clinginess and a sense of security?" Shen Zhu gently nibbled the tip of her ear, exhaling warm breath as he murmured, "I just find it easy to lose my way when I see you, like a cat seeing a cat food pouch."

He was always good at saying things like that, making people completely infatuated with him, giving him everything he could—a sense of security and patience—without reservation.

Their cat circled outside through the hazy glass, unable to understand how the humans who had promised to open its can of food as soon as they came out could suddenly be swallowed up by the steamy kitchen.

After making a few accusatory meows, it went to the feeder, ate a few mouthfuls, and then curled up in its soft, fluffy little nest.

It's alright, humans are people who keep their promises. The cat thought to itself that it would secretly open a can of food while the cat slept, just like it would take the cat on a trip every year during hibernation.

The years the two of them and their cat lived together were neither long nor short.

When the cat reached the age of sixteen, its tiger-skin-like body became shriveled again, curling up to the size that Wen Ying had first seen it at. Wen Ying experienced her first sudden separation in this world.

She thought she had grown into a well-adapted adult, but Shen Zhu still sensed her suppressed disappointment. So, before hibernation even began that year, they took out the card full of travel funds.

“Now we can take it to even farther places,” Shen Zhu said, holding her hand. “The little guy has never been outside the country before.”

Wen Ying smiled beside him, thinking to herself, "What little guy? He's clearly an old man already."

It is said that a cat's age should be calculated as seven times that of a human. In its final years, when the cat looks at her, does it also have a kind and compassionate gaze, like that of a senile old man?

They boarded the plane and set off, with no major plans for the trip, mainly just to relax.

Perhaps because the world is ultimately a circle, their route once again swept across the equator and strait. Wen Ying looked out the porthole and for a moment felt as if she had brushed past her confused seventeen-year-old self.

The adult Wen Ying and the seventeen-year-old girl are separated by a vast ocean. She sees her past self standing on a swaying boat, waving goodbye to her. Golden rays of sunlight fall on the girl's face, and that face transforms into an old one, smiling at her with tolerance and compassion.

Gradually, the boat drifted away. Wen Ying wanted to chase after it, but a voice in her heart told her not to chase after it, lest she regret it.

Don't forget to look back, and don't be afraid to move forward.

For their final stop, Shen Zhu took her to the island where the first episode of the first season of "Friendship" was filmed.

The black and white piano still stands in the same spot. Over the years, it has become a representative landmark of the tourist attraction, drawing countless visitors from all over the world.

Shen Zhu and Wen Ying also checked in. When they sat on the piano bench, some fans recognized them. At the fans' strong request, Shen Zhu gave them a small concert for free.

He only played two pieces before getting up from the piano. Someone tried to persuade him to stay, but Shen Zhu smiled faintly and said, "If I listen any longer, I'll have to pay."

He walked over to Wen Ying, pulled her hand into his pocket, and watched quietly in the crowd as new music lovers went to play the piano, like an ordinary audience member.

As she played, Wen Ying felt a faint touch in her palm, and Shen Zhu touched her palm in rhythm with her movements.

Meeting her gaze, he smiled and said, "I prefer standing here with you to being surrounded by other people's eyes..."

Wen Ying smiled back at him, clenched his finger tightly in her warm pocket, and rubbed it against the equally warm edge of the ring.

They didn't stay on the island for long. Work was piling up, so they casually browsed some of the recommended attractions online and retraced their previous route before Shen Zhu booked their return tickets.

On the eve of our departure, a hurricane swept across the island. The sharp howling could be heard through the doors and windows, and the hotel buildings swayed erratically in the wind, accompanied by flickering lights, as if the end of the world was about to arrive.

Shen Zhu placed one hand on Wen Ying's ear and held her as she fell asleep. Her other ear was pressed against his chest, where she could hear the steady pounding of his heart. The sounds outside the window gradually faded away with this rhythmic beat.

The world was in turmoil, and she slowly closed her eyes in the safety of the island.