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

Star Calendar 4079, Imperial Military Academy.

The freshman inspection ceremony is proceeding in an orderly manner.

This year's ceremony was different from previous years; the fourth prince of the empire was entering the military academy, and the emperor was also present.

The emperor himself was present, and the audience seats were filled with officials and leaders of all ranks. Reporters from major media outlets set up their cameras and microphones, but there were actually very few students who came in to watch.

After the ceremony, the emperor delivered a speech and shook hands with each of the outstanding new students.

When he reached the fourth prince, he straightened his clothes and led him back to sit down in the middle of the audience.

The emperor's actions clearly demonstrated his high regard and affection for the prince, and cameras were all focused on capturing this scene.

After they finished filming, the lights in the venue dimmed, and the central passageway slowly opened.

The lights were still off, and a mecha appeared on the elevator platform.

The sleek mecha seemed to be made of extremely unique materials, and even in the darkness, it still emitted a hazy, silvery-white glow.

The media immediately turned their cameras to the mecha, and the school leaders introduced it to the crowd, saying that the mecha was created with the assistance of Zhu Jing, the most famous genius mecha pilot in the empire.

Mentioning this name elicited murmurs from the audience. After all, those present knew that the renowned genius mecha pilot was actually an android who had awakened her consciousness. The researchers who created her had deliberately concealed her identity from her, raising her as an overly intelligent human. Who could have imagined that she would discover her own differences and abandon everything she had to embark on a journey of escape?

The discussion didn't last long. The emperor didn't comment, and no one else dared to say anything. Besides, putting aside their identities, the mecha pilot's abilities were undeniable.

The school then introduced the mecha's demonstrator, who was also the mecha's owner. Like the Fourth Prince, he was a student at the military academy, having enrolled the previous year and achieved first place in all assessments, earning him the reputation of being the "strongest freshman" at the time.

The military academy student's surname is Qin and his given name is Shu. He is the adopted son of the late General Qin. He has been training in the military camp and has already carried out several dangerous missions at a young age. His background and experience are very impressive.

Wen Sirang listened absentmindedly to these various titles when the emperor suddenly whispered a few words to the person next to him, who then stood up and announced: "Recording is prohibited during this demonstration. Please put down your devices and enjoy the show."

There were quite a few demands. A round of applause erupted around them, and Wen Sirang raised his hand and clapped twice perfunctorily.

Like everyone else present, he had never seen the face of this legendary "strongest freshman." As for his background, he had obtained firsthand information from his informants. It seemed that the so-called identity of "General Qin's adopted son" was actually fabricated and hyped up for marketing purposes...

Wen Sirang pondered the emperor's intentions, feeling slightly curious, and turned his gaze to the stage.

Suddenly, it stopped.

Through the transparent material of the cockpit, that calm and cold face was clearly that of the person who had died five years ago.

The demonstration ended quickly.

Cheers erupted in the arena, just like back then when WEN stood on the ARES stage, and there were even more spectators cheering for him than there are now.

At this moment, a young man dressed in special combat gear stepped out of the mecha, stored it in his spatial storage, and strode over.

He saluted the emperor, who smiled and praised him, "You did a very good job."

Qin Shu took off his tactical gloves, turned to Wen Sirang, and extended his hand, his expression calm.

Wen Sirang smiled and shook hands with the other person, then suddenly noticed that the ring he always wore around his neck was gone, replaced by a jet-black pendant.

The main event was over, and all that remained was a bunch of formalities. Wen Sirang wasn't interested, but he still stayed. The emperor was a little surprised and asked him why he didn't go to catch up with old friends.

Thanks to his deeply ingrained image as a filial son over the years, the emperor had no intention of hiding Qin Shu's true identity from him. Perhaps he knew from the beginning that he would eventually be unable to hide it, or perhaps it was because since arriving at Eternal Nova, apart from that dinner five years ago, Wen Sirang and WEN had rarely interacted.

From the outside, the two of them actually seemed extremely incompatible.

People say that Wen Sirang is heartless. Wen saved his life, but after he gained a high status, he immediately distanced himself from people and even recommended his own people to take the position while Wen's body was still warm.

He seemed utterly foolish, unable to see who in the world truly cared for him. He disregarded everything else, focusing solely on pleasing the emperor and seeking warmth and comfort in the cold imperial court.

So when faced with the emperor's question, Wen Sirang simply smiled casually and said, "What's there to talk about? I'm not familiar with him."

Facing the crowd, Wen Sirang continued to play the role of a loving father and filial son, a faint smile on his lips. Amidst the praise and compliments, only he knew that he was merely a tool used to create a smokescreen.

Two months later.

In the same venue, the seats were empty, with only angry accusations coming from the central arena.

"Damn it, you have no heart!"

"You were the one who suggested we fight." Qin Shu repeated Wen Sirang's original words, but the annoying tone of those words seemed to have been swallowed up. They came out of his mouth flat and emotionless, sounding like a mindless machine.

Wen Sirang was speechless: "I was just kidding you. You've lived for so many years and you still haven't developed a single sense of humor."

Qin Shu remained noncommittal, and Wen Sirang continued, "Not only has your sense of humor not increased, but you haven't developed any wrinkles either. In fact, your face seems even younger than before. How did you do that?"

"Having died once, this is what happened," Qin Shu said calmly.

Wen Sirang: "..."

After a few seconds: "What's going on? Didn't you say you wouldn't die?"

Qin Shu did not answer.

Wen Sirang sighed, knowing that there was no way to get the answer to this question out of him today. He clicked his tongue and said, "Fine, you can consider it a return to your youth. By the way, this is for you."

Qin Shu took it; it was a memory device. "What's inside?"

"The data is here. I've gone through all the population information of the empire over the past few years. Everyone I could find named 'wenying' is here. You can investigate the rest yourself."

Qin Shu paused, his gaze slightly fixed.

Wen Sirang was oblivious to the extremely subtle change on his face and was busy brushing the dust off his body.

He stood up, and Qin Shu had already put the things into his pocket, thanking him in a low voice.

"You can thank me when the day comes that you officially become my brother-in-law," Wen Sirang chuckled.

I just don't know when that day will come, or whether I'll even be able to wait for it.

The mother had long since passed away, and the old emperor had lost his fertility. The girl was destined not to be born into the royal family. Every day, new lives were born in the empire, and every day people grew old and died. How easy was it to find one person among billions of stars?

"Hey." Wen Sirang, who was about to leave, turned around again. "You won't give up looking for her, right?"