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

Halfway through the meal, the door to the private room opened, and the people inside stood up one after another, greeting each other as they said "Brother Hua" and "Uncle Hua" while joking, "You're so late! Everyone's almost full by the time you arrive."

Hua Renyuan entered with a smile: "There's nothing I can do, my granddaughter specifically asked me to pick her up from school."

The waiter took the coat and stood aside. Hua Renyuan casually pulled up a chair and sat down, glancing at both ends of the table: "Why are you sitting so far apart?"

There's no need to name names; everyone knows who we're talking about.

Someone immediately chimed in, admitting that they hadn't arranged the seats reasonably enough, but before they could finish speaking, Hua Renyuan impatiently interrupted them.

"You two, make room once you're full." He first directed the people on his left and right to move over, then beckoned to Wen and Wen Sirang, "Come on, come over here, sit next to me, it's been a long time."

That's true. At the beginning of the year, the ARES base moved to Eternal Nova. In the blink of an eye, it's almost the end of the year, and this is the first time that the three old acquaintances have gathered together.

Wen Sirang took his unfinished juice and sat down to Hua Renyuan's right. On the other side, Wen was already seated, continuing to eat without any expression.

The reminiscing officially began, mainly with Hua Renyuan speaking. The two people beside him, one resting his chin on his hand and listening with a smile on his lips, and the other with a blank expression, as if he were lost in thought.

“Back when you two first left Mangxing, I was worried for a while…” Hua Renyuan said, turning to look at Wen Sirang with a relieved tone, “Fortunately, you didn’t grow up to have a poker face like Wen.”

Wen Sirang laughed upon hearing this and chatted for a few more minutes about the topic.

WEN showed little reaction, keeping his eyelids drooping and remaining silent. However, when Hua Renyuan suggested that the three of them have a drink together, he put down his chopsticks and picked up the glass beside him.

With a "ding-dong," the glasses clinked together crisply.

After finishing the meal, it was already late at night.

Someone suggested continuing the gathering nearby, but Hua Renyuan was the first to wave his hand in refusal, saying that he was too old to participate in such activities because they were too noisy.

Although he wasn't old enough to walk, the two people sitting beside him still helped him out the door, one on each side. Of course, it was mainly Wen Sirang who was helping him, while Wen had his hands in his pockets and his back looked very cool.

Wen Sirang hailed a car, shoved Hua Renyuan inside, and closed the door. Wen didn't go far, standing a short distance away. He snapped his fingers and asked the other person, "Want to go for a walk?"

WEN did not express a negative opinion.

As we walked, we arrived at the temple.

In the first two years after arriving at Eternal Nova, WEN frequently visited this place. Later, as the Emperor began to give him important responsibilities, he became too busy to come here often and spent less time there.

The frequent visitor to the temple became Wensjang.

The trees, erected by machines, reach for the sky, with lifeless vines coiling around them like ancient, dead pythons. This scene has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

“There’s a serious question I’m very unsure about right now.” Wen, who was usually taciturn, spoke first, “The ‘old friend’ you mentioned to me back then, I guess, probably, isn’t my father?”

Wen lifted her eyelids and glanced at him.

Wen Sirang rubbed his arms, making a disgusted expression.

“No.” Wen frowned slightly, her voice flat. “Don’t make wild guesses.”

Wen Sirang said "sorry" insincerely and sighed, "I can't help it. Seeing you running around for the old man all day long, my brain, which is entering puberty, is just too active and I can't control my amazing imagination."

The fake smile that he habitually wore when facing others was temporarily removed. There was no need to maintain the image of a filial son here. Wen Sirang spoke recklessly about the emperor, put his hands in his pockets, and strolled around the statue to digest his food.

Wen leaned against the wall, looking down, the ring around her neck still dull and lifeless.

"She is my love."

"Ouch." Wen Sirang picked at his ear. "When did you start dating? I didn't know..."

The next second, he turned his head as if struck by lightning, almost letting another terrifying thought run through his mind, but fortunately Wen immediately added an explanation: "In my past life."

Wen Sirang breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately, he bounced and took off.

"You, you, you..." Forgetting that pointing at someone was impolite, he pointed at the other person and trembled uncontrollably as if he had Parkinson's disease.

Wen remained calm as usual, as if he felt that his previous statement was not rigorous enough, and continued to emphasize a few more sentences such as "not only did we love each other deeply in the past life, but we will also love each other to the point of life and death in this life and the next life, and we will love each other for all eternity." This left Wen Sirang completely confused, and for a moment he could not tell whether he was out of his mind or Wen Sirang was mentally ill.

Or perhaps the temple's feng shui is so unusual that anyone standing there can't help but let loose.

The conversation that night was unexpectedly long and unprecedentedly profound.

Wen learned a shocking secret from Wen.

Regardless of whether the secret is true or false, just based on the fact that this aloof and eccentric person said enough to fill a basket with words, Wen Sirang was 100% certain that no matter how time passed, what opinions were different, or the age difference, he would still be Wen's best brother.

Having confirmed this, he went back to sleep feeling relieved. The next morning, he got up early and immediately went to the emperor with a fake smile, observing the little princess who had to become the fifth in line to the throne because of his arrival.

While both actresses portray the emperor as a caring and attentive companion, this actress's portrayal is less convincing. Her occasional glares at the emperor's back seem venomous, as do her gazes towards him.

"If you look again, I'll gouge your eyes out," the little princess mouthed, adding a couple of insults, clearly disgusted by his less-than-pure bloodline.

Wen Sirang nonchalantly looked away.

The royal family doesn't produce pure flowers that rise from the mud unsullied; instead, it's crawling with venomous snakes that secretly flick their tongues. No matter how active his adolescent brain is, he can't imagine what the person who became his sister in the "future" or "past" looks like.

Perhaps we should find some time to give WEN a nudge and get him to share more details to spark his imagination.

However, this beautiful vision ultimately fell through.

WEN, that guy, died without even saying goodbye.