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

As a former researcher, Wen Ying considered all factors thoroughly and was very meticulous.

Thus, after agreeing to Jiang Yusui's extremely unreasonable request again during a walk to digest his food, the experiment on inner voices began in earnest.

Zhu Rusong was the first to notice that something was wrong.

On this day of family reunion, apart from going into the kitchen once on the first day, she and Zhu Jing were unable to help with household chores for the rest of the time.

The three children seem to have fallen in love with cooking, participating in every meal and making different dishes each time.

What's even stranger is that after they entered the kitchen, apart from the occasional sounds of chopping vegetables, washing dishes, and stir-frying, the three of them barely communicated or interacted at all. Occasionally, two of them would turn around and glance at each other, and in the instant their eyes met, the fire under the pot seemed to burn between them.

What kind of riddle are we talking about?

Zhu Rusong was completely baffled.

It wasn't until the third day of her holiday that she belatedly realized that the flames of war seemed to have spread to her.

The feeling briefly reached Zhu Jing, but she only smiled kindly and said regretfully that she was too old to taste the food anymore. Then she put down her chopsticks, got up gracefully, and took the mechanical bird to the small square outside to listen to opera.

Zhu Rusong was different. She was still young and had a great appetite, able to eat three bowls of rice in one meal, so she had to sit at the table and endure the intense gazes of the younger generation.

"Although the cooking time was slightly off, it still tastes very good." Zhu Rusong chewed diligently. "The knife skills of the person who cut the vegetables were also quite good!"

Wen Ying's gaze swept over Zhu Rusong's brows, which were sometimes furrowed and sometimes deliberately relaxed.

Then look at the family members on his left and right sides.

This dish was made by Qin Shu with his eyes closed and Jiang Yu Sui providing silent guidance.

For this reason, she even went through recipes and found a dish that Qin Shu had never made before.

While they were working together, Wen Ying distracted herself by reading novels and research materials, trying her best not to have any extra thoughts about the pot.

Very well, it seems that Jiang Yusui's ideas did not reach Qin Shu, and their cooperation is going very poorly.

"Auntie, try this dish again." Wen Ying said, taking advantage of the family's inattention, she leaned close to Zhu Rusong's ear and whispered, "Spit it out quickly, it might be poisoned!"

Zhu Rusong was shocked, quickly lowered his head and then quickly raised it again.

I moved my chopsticks away from the first dish and nervously picked up the second one.

"This dish is really delicious!" Zhu Rusong couldn't help but wonder if Qin Shu and Wen Ying had gone to every supermarket on Planet Z-10 that night to buy seasonings and bought all the seasonings on the shelves.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have eaten a mouthful of seasoning without tasting the flavor of the dish itself.

Wen Ying breathed a sigh of relief once again.

The chef for this dish is Jiang Yusui, and there are so many parts he needs to close when he cooks.

Not only that, while he shut down his senses of sight, smell, and taste, Wen Ying also prepared more than a dozen identical bottles, ground various seasonings into uniform powder, randomly selected the powder and put it into the bottles, and shuffled the order of the bottles...

After completing the above process, Wen Ying herself forgot what was in each bottle.

Qin Shu's inner advice was also ignored by Jiang Yusui, who continued to sprinkle a bunch of repetitive seasonings on his own.

"The dishes look beautiful too." Since they were cooked through, Zhu Rusong finished chewing but didn't dare take a second bite. He picked up his water glass, brought it to his lips, and drank it all in one gulp. "Perfect score!"

There were four dishes on the table, and two more were left, which Wen Ying had prepared in collaboration with two family members.

After Wen Ying's repeated and sincere persuasion, Zhu Rusong finally sighed and picked up his chopsticks, but he just buried his head in his food and ate two bowls of rice without making any comments.

The two family members had no way of knowing which of them had cooperated better with Wen Ying.

With various thrilling and exciting experiments underway, the remaining holiday time gradually approaches zero.

Zhu Rusong and Zhu Jing returned to Eternal New Star with them. Wen Ying accompanied them on a tour and then invited Wen Sirang to have a meal.

There are still many beautiful sights around Eternal Nova, so Zhu Rusong and Zhu Jing decided to travel and then take a bus home.

They made a promise with Wen Ying that they would come over when the new project started.

After saying goodbye to her aunt and grandmother, Wen Ying continued to immerse herself in her busy work.

The two family members were naturally not idle either.

As soon as the holiday ended, Qin Shu set off back to the border. After all, not everyone yearns for peaceful unification. Those groups who are used to operating outside the order and taking the opportunity to conduct gray transactions have also formed a solid force when the empire is too busy to manage the border. They may become the biggest obstacle for those returning home to go back to their homeland.

What Qin Shu needs to do next is to lead the Eternal Day Fleet, this sharp blade, to sweep away the obstacles.

The faction surrounding Wen Ying also urgently needs to be purged.

For example, the top brass of the security bureau, who claim to be protecting public safety but are only willing to plan for their own interests, and the huge, bloated, and inefficient bureaucratic system.

Enacting laws alone cannot fundamentally change the world. Only by eradicating these parasites can policies that benefit the people be effectively implemented, and only then can the world be reborn in a healthy order.

However, not all removal work can be carried out openly and honestly. Jiang Yusui will take care of some branches that she cannot prune herself.

Although it is a time of peace and there is no need for mechs to fight, it is still his duty to pave a smooth path for her.

They are each other's shadow.

At the beginning of the year 4094 in the Star Calendar, the first patient with the Empty Shell Syndrome was awakened.

After two months of rehabilitation, he stood up with his family and walked out of Neverland.

After that, many patients with the "empty shell syndrome" woke up one after another from their dreams, and the lost children were finally able to leave that time-stagnant Neverland and step into real life.

Of course, some people choose to stop there.

Most of the people who make this choice have already lost their families, and when they open their eyes to the world, all they can feel is fear and unfamiliarity.

The girl whose real name is Shu Yao is one of them.

When KA Group was at its peak, she had already fallen into a deep sleep. Now the group is no longer as glorious as it once was, and some of her family members have been arrested and imprisoned, while others have disappeared without a trace.

The day she woke up, Wen Ying visited her at the sanatorium and told her, "The mistakes made by KA Group have nothing to do with you. If you want to stay here, I will arrange a new identity and life for you."

She lowered her head and pondered for a long time before finally speaking softly, "I don't want a new life."

"Can I ever go back to that dream? If I could, I'd be willing to pay any price for it."

She looked up and met those eyes, expecting to see disappointment and confusion.

Wen Ying's gaze was calm as she smiled at her and replied, "Of course."

Wen Ying respected her wishes.

Perhaps for her, the difference between virtual and real is not so great; the moment she released the butterfly, she became another butterfly.

She will travel through countless small worlds as a mission taker, with that sweet dream world existing as her personal space, forever open and reserved for her.

As a large number of patients with empty shell syndrome regained consciousness, a second piece of good news followed: research on genetic diseases also made groundbreaking progress.

The news was met with nationwide celebration.

Wen Ying discovered that there were almost no voices opposing her on the StarNet now. Of course, she didn't usually pay much attention to these things. Being liked or disliked seemed to be perfectly normal phenomena.

She enjoyed a fairly stable period in office until the second half of the year when a new strategic plan was announced.

The temple is about to be demolished.

The clay that originated from the ancient blue planet, used to cast idols, but whose vitality had been imprisoned for thousands of years, will be dispersed to various star systems, and will not be possessed by new stars alone.

She was once again surrounded by public opinion after a long absence.

During that period, people discussed this topic almost every day. Some people thought that this move was disrespectful to the gods, while others argued that it was ridiculous to believe in so-called gods in the interstellar age. Most people were curious about what benefits such a decision could bring to various star systems.

Amidst the ongoing debate, a post seeking help on the Harbor website suddenly went viral.

The poster was a girl who was about to take the college entrance examination. At first glance, the content was very ordinary. It was just a post asking for help from seniors and requesting an analysis of the career prospects of her major.

What caught the public's attention was a reply from a garbled ID: "Listen to me, don't choose any major related to artificial intelligence, and don't choose anything like biomimetic materials. It's already saturated to the point of being saturated... Young lady, I see you have extraordinary talent. How about picking up a hoe and farming with me?"

Farming...?

Netizens were puzzled, as the term was far too archaic, and the last person to successfully farm had long since become a figure in history books.

In interstellar society, there is no land suitable for growing plants. For many years, people have mainly consumed nutrient solutions and protein blocks.

Those who are relatively wealthy can enjoy synthetic foods that mimic specific flavors and shapes, but such foods are considered luxuries.

A seemingly ordinary egg fried rice dish requires a lot of time and precise preparation to complete.

As a result, the people who gathered around the post upon hearing the news all came up with an extremely bold guess.

"Is the era of farming really about to begin? Family members, we are fortunate to witness history!"

"Don't believe or spread rumors, don't believe or spread rumors, don't believe or spread rumors..."

"Is the person upstairs hypnotizing themselves? I understand you, after all, the higher the expectation, the greater the disappointment (doge) (doge)"

"Just now, it was officially announced! Who was being arrogant, who is being proven wrong, and who has slapped whose face?!"

"The first batch of crops grown using the temple soil has yielded results. Wow, the color, the shape, and the way they grow..."

"...It's wheat."