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

"Those who cover up or conceal the truth will be treated as accomplices..."

At the ARES base, the person in charge paced back and forth around the looping video: "No, I just don't understand. It's clearly written on the notice, so why did you bring this person back? Who exactly is this child to you?"

The person in charge pointed to a little boy squatting by the table, engrossed in eating. The boy didn't look up, continuing to stuff food into his mouth as if he hadn't eaten in ages.

The person being questioned also kept a blank expression and continued wiping the parts in their hands.

"A distant relative, an old acquaintance's dying wish?"

The person in charge, filled with anxious speculation, ran a hand through his hair and suddenly lowered his voice: "Or... is it your illegitimate child who was left outside?"

“…” Wen lifted her eyelids and glanced at the other person.

The person in charge observed the little boy's reaction as he ate his meal, and after confirming that the boy hadn't heard, he leaned close to him and whispered, "Aren't you just nineteen? This kid looks at least four or five years old. You already had a lot of romantic entanglements when you were a minor?"

"None of those are true, don't make wild guesses," he said calmly, putting down his tools and standing up while taking off his gloves.

The person in charge called out from behind, "Hey, where are you going? Aren't you going to take care of this kid?"

"The competition." His answer was concise and to the point. He stood by the door, tilting his head slightly.

The little boy at the table had most of his face obscured by the scattered objects, but he thought he was looking over discreetly.

"Uncle Hua," he paused for a moment, "after he finishes eating, could you please arrange a room for him?"

The person in charge was stunned for a moment, and when he came to his senses, the door had already opened and closed again.

Hearing Wen speak so much at once for the first time, he inexplicably felt a heavy responsibility on his shoulders and sat down opposite the little boy.

The little boy raised his thin face, his two dark eyes meeting his gaze.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Hua Renyuan asked, then noticed that most of the bowls and plates on the table were empty. So he changed his question to, "Are you full? Would you like some more?"

The little boy shook his head, his round head propped up on his thin neck. Hua Renyuan was almost afraid that he would shake his head off.

"Then I'll take you to your room. Wen is going to D-89 Star for a competition tonight, and he probably won't be back for another two days."

The little boy didn't say anything, seemingly lost in thought, and silently followed beside him.

The child walked very lightly, without making a sound, like a wandering soul. Coupled with his thin body, it was hard to associate him with the ruthless spy in the proclamation who murdered the prince.

He looks like an ordinary child, but one who has been abused. Looking at the skin on his neck, there seem to be bluish-purple marks from being pinched. I wonder who did it, how could they do such a thing to a child like this...

Hua Renyuan sighed inwardly and led him to the room: "We're here. You'll stay in this room from now on. I'll have someone buy you a few sets of clothes and send them over later."

The little boy nodded. Hua Renyuan noticed his clothes; they weren't exactly dirty, but they were too tattered and obviously didn't fit him properly, with the sleeves being too short. He couldn't help but say a few more words: "Whether you are the criminal on the notice or not, since WEN has brought you back, let's not talk about the past for now. You can stay here and relax. I'll find some things for you to do."

The child nodded again, and Hua Renyuan continued rambling, "If you have any problems in the future... uh, never mind, with Wen's personality, you should just come to me directly. I'll help you solve them. Only bother him if you really can't do anything else."

He nodded for the third time.

"He's the kind of guy who's so quiet you can't even crack a lip," Hua Renyuan muttered with a sigh. "Oh, by the way, Wen calls me Uncle Hua..."

"Uncle Hua," the little boy spoke, his voice clear and not hoarse, "thank you."

Hua Renyuan coughed twice: "You can't call me that, it's too distant in terms of seniority."

“It doesn’t matter,” the little boy said. “I’m not his illegitimate child, nor am I any of his relatives.”

Hua Renyuan asked in confusion, "Oh?", before he could finish his sentence. The little boy seemed to sense his question and replied, "He's willing to help me only because he thinks I'm like an 'old friend'."

Old friends? What old friends could Wen have?

Hua Renyuan frowned, and suddenly, something flashed through his mind...

Ring.

From the first day he met Wen, he wore a ring around his neck that he would never take off, no matter when or where.

"Hey, what's your name anyway?" Hua Renyuan asked curiously, his gossip-loving nature piqued.

The little boy remained silent for a long time.

Just when Hua Renyuan thought he wouldn't answer, he suddenly spoke.

"Wen Sirang."

Hua Renyuan fell into deep thought.

Wen Sirang...

The unfortunate fourth prince who was murdered and whose name was mentioned in the notice was a hidden gem who had been lost to the common people.

What happened? The prince killed the prince?

Or perhaps the child was just making things up and talking big.

Regardless, having promised WEN to let the child stay at the base, Hua Renyuan didn't pursue the matter further.

He found some simple things for the little boy that didn't require him to show his face, to help him pass the time.

Two days later, WEN returned from the competition and handed him another package, asking him to deliver it to the child.

"Why don't you deliver it yourself?" Hua Renyuan flipped through the box, which was full of books and some school supplies.

However, it seems that Wen overestimated the child's intelligence, or perhaps he just grabbed the books randomly when buying them, and some of them were actually for middle school students.

WEN replied with the word "busy," leaving Hua Renyuan completely baffled. However, he soon understood, because less than five minutes later, WEN, who had just returned to the base from D-89, went out again with his luggage.

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Chaotic noises came from the corridor outside; people screamed, cried, and passed by the door in a chaotic mess.

The person in bed was woken up, and the moment he opened his eyes, he noticed the change in the scene before him.

An unfamiliar hotel, an unfamiliar room, walls covered with yellow and white wallpaper, dotted with a few mold spots.

A dull ache was coming from my temples.

At the same time, with a "bang," the thin door panel was pierced by the laser.

He pressed his fingertips against the wildly throbbing veins, pulled the gun from under the pillow, and slightly raised his wrist.

Three bullets fired with perfect accuracy.

Before the man could even utter a word, he collapsed to the ground. Seeing this, his companions abandoned their robbery, pointed at him from a distance, and hurriedly fled.

"Aren't you going to leave?" the boss asked tremblingly, clutching his injured arm.

He slowly lifted his eyelids.

The shop owner shrank back, frightened by the menacing look in those eyes, but still managed to add, "The security bureau is coming soon... but don't worry, there are no security cameras in the shop. I'll go downstairs right now and erase your name, so they won't catch you..."

"Thank you," he said, his words measured and unhurried. "I'll stay for another minute and then I'll leave."