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

[Ding, the male protagonist's current affection level in this world is 0.]

After refreshing the page countless times with the same result, Wen Ying, with a lollipop in her mouth, fell into a brief moment of confusion.

This is the third year since the world mission began, and the mission target's favorability towards her is increasing at a rate of 0.05 per month.

Today, the positive impression has finally broken through its limit and is no longer negative.

Keep going! Every beginning is difficult; zero is a brand new start!

The system encouraged itself in its mind, but even it probably didn't believe in this encouragement.

Although the world mission has only been open for three years, strictly speaking, Wen Ying has been in this world for twenty-one years. He has endured hardship for eighteen years before the anti-addiction device for teenagers was finally removed from the system.

On the first day Wenying was born into this world, her parents and brother surrounded her. Their first words were not "Wow, this baby is so beautiful," nor "Welcome to our home."

The three relatives laughed heartily, their joy tinged with a hint of victory.

"I just received news that our daughter was born eight minutes earlier than the Shen family's youngest son!"

Father Wen made the number "eight" with his hand, and amidst the cheers of the whole family, he retracted his index finger, turning the "eight" into a raised thumb.

"My dear daughter, you're amazing!" This was said to the baby in her arms. "You've already won at the starting line!"

The baby made gurgling noises and opened its eyes wide.

Wen's parents named her "Ying," which means to welcome and is also a homophone for "win."

If you were to ask what the Wen family's biggest dream is, it would be to crush the Shen family next door and become the undisputed victor.

The Wen and Shen families are sworn enemies, and their companies are fierce competitors. Wen Ying's older brother, Wen Sirang, and Shen Chi have been fighting since childhood, and even their dogs can't stand each other.

The two families' ties can be traced back to their grandfathers' generation. According to Wen Ying's father, "Back then, your grandfather sold savory tofu pudding by the roadside, and the old man from the Shen family sold sweet tofu pudding across the street. That's how the feud started."

Later, the two old men started side businesses and built them into a large and powerful enterprise. They founded companies one after the other, and they would fight over projects and funding to each other. Through all these ups and downs, they grew into the business empire they are today.

Even today, the two families continue to clash and are at odds.

After Wen Ying was born, the task of crushing the youngest son of the Shen family fell to her.

They went to kindergarten together. Wen Ying was a well-behaved child with excellent self-care skills who always received a little red flower, while Shen's youngest son was a silly little boy who would cry at the drop of a hat and still couldn't tell the front from the back of his pants even after he was in the senior class.

When they got to elementary school, Wen Ying was the best Young Pioneer who got perfect scores every time and won awards left and right. Shen's youngest son was a naughty kid who was good at climbing trees to steal bird eggs and whose parents were frequently called in for his pranks.

Later, they went to junior high school together. When the older brothers came to the parent-teacher conference, Wen Sirang beamed with joy amidst the teacher's endless praise. Turning to Shen Chi, who sat expressionless in the back row, he said with a mixture of provocation and pride, "My sister is a genius. Your Shen Zhu—"

"Even with all his might, he couldn't catch up with my sister's skirt!"

Wen Sirang was right; Shen Zhu was indeed inferior to Wen Ying in every aspect.

When he entered high school, Shen Zhu finally developed a fighting spirit in his late-blooming mind and began to study day and night, eventually becoming a dark horse that broke into the ranking list.

But he was always a few points behind Wen Ying, always in second place.

During every exam, Shen Zhu sat behind Wen Ying, twirling his pen in his left hand like a propeller.

Every ten minutes or so, he would accidentally drop his pen on the ground with a "thud".

Shen Zhu bent down to pick up the pen, and Wen Ying would sometimes turn around and glare at him, and sometimes she wouldn't.

Did she think that making this little noise would stop her from moving towards first place?

Shen Zhu is truly naive.

The older brothers still showed up at the high school parent-teacher conference. The seats of the first and second place students were very close together, with Wen Sirang and Shen Chi sitting together.

Wen Ying had once subtly hinted to her brother to say some good things about her in front of Shen Chi, in order to get closer to the two of them and make the future strategy easier.

But somehow, he understood why Wen Sirang came home with a big smile on his face after one meeting.

He rushed into the garden, found Wen Ying brushing the dog, and proudly announced, "Sister, I have successfully completed the task you gave me. I wrote a detailed account of your merits in two thousand words to Shen Chi, as well as five thousand words about his brother, his dog, and himself."

Wen Sirang put his hand on her shoulder, his face full of triumphant joy: "His face turned green immediately, probably because he felt ashamed of himself, and he left without saying a word!"

"..." Wen Ying remained silent for a long time before finally patting the dog's butt, "Dengdeng, bite him!"

"Aaaaaah! This is clearly my dog!" Wen Si ran away howling like a banshee.

Therefore, Shen Chi's difficulty in winning over is undoubtedly related to Wen Sirang's sharp tongue.

Given the current antagonistic and estranged relationship between the two families, the day when she and Shen Chi could break the ice seemed a long way off.

Thinking of this, Wen Ying changed from sitting to lying down, slumping into the soft seat of the van, like a flowing liquid slowly spreading out.

Xiao Jiang, the assistant sitting in the front row, turned to look at her and said, "Sis, there are a lot of paparazzi taking pictures lately, so let's sit more gracefully."

Wen Ying was too lazy to move, so Xiao Jiang added, "Also, after you finish your lollipop, throw the stick in the trash can, otherwise if someone takes a picture of you, they'll spread rumors that you smoke."

Wen Ying: "It can't be that bad, there wasn't even a spark coming out of my mouth."

Xiao Jiang, however, presented a well-reasoned argument, showing her the latest news: "Shen Zhu helped a security guard who was almost knocked over at a fan meeting, and someone photoshopped it into a two-character male star beating up an old man in the street."

Wen Ying: "..." Silently threw away the lollipop stick in her mouth.

She glanced again at the magnified image of Shen Zhu's face on the screen.

The photo was a bit blurry. Shen Zhu's face may have originally shown some tension, but the entertainment reporter captioned it as "frowning and extremely impatient" and "about to breathe fire and burn people to ashes in the next second."

Wen Ying was stunned: "When did they start bringing in Hong Kong media?"

"So, sister, public opinion is a fearsome thing. As a public figure, you have to be more careful about your words and actions." Xiao Jiang changed the subject. "What's more, you've never been caught in any negative news since your debut. Everyone's watching you."

Wen Ying entered the film and television industry at the age of seventeen and has been there for four years.

She once filmed a promotional short film for the school, which suddenly became a minor hit on other platforms. Directors then started approaching her, handing her scripts, and inviting her to act in movies.

With her parents not objecting and Wen Sirang supporting her, Wen Ying thought that after so many years of hard work in school, it was time to change things up, so she readily agreed.

This performance made her a household name. She participated in more and more film and television dramas, her net worth soared, and she won a number of awards, big and small. By the time she was 21, her Weibo followers had exceeded 50 million, making her a new top influencer.

“You can’t bring an assistant to the show you’re recording this time. I won’t be by your side, so you must take good care of yourself…” Xiao Jiang said earnestly. “I don’t know why you thought of taking on this show. I’m really afraid you’ll be bullied.”

Wen Ying: "..."

The show she's currently participating in is called "So Loving Us," and the director is her first mentor in the entertainment industry.

Recently, my mentor has given up making award-winning art films and instead focused on everyday life, even taking on variety show roles at over seventy years old.

As a result, just after filming the first episode, one of the regular guests was arrested for tax evasion, another for sleeping in the bathroom, and yet another claimed that life was meaningless and was preparing to leave. However, after being persuaded by the old man, he shaved his head and became a nun, embarking on a pilgrimage.

With tears in his eyes, the old man begged Wen Ying to come to his rescue. Wen Ying had no choice but to agree.

However, the guests invited by the director were quite... odd-looking.

One netizen commented: "This show shouldn't be called 'So Loving Us,' it should be called 'A Large-Scale Gathering of the Cancers of the Entertainment Industry.'"

The show's guests are all "celebrities" on the internet, no wonder Xiao Jiang was worried. Even Wen Ying's brother was extremely concerned and invested more money and used his connections to get her a study companion.

"The only question now is who the last guest performer will be," Xiao Jiang said earnestly, clasping his hands together. "I hope it will be an excellent actor with five outstanding qualities..."

The words had barely left his mouth when a loud "bang" sounded.

A sound came from the roadside, startling Xiao Jiang, who was praying with his eyes closed: "Was there a car accident?"

The driver said, "The car in front of us had an accident; we didn't hit it."

Xiao Jiang patted his chest and turned to look at Wen Ying's reaction. The latter remained calm, sitting elegantly and flipping through a book.

Xiao Jiang thought to himself, "Sister Ying is indeed a woman who has experienced many ups and downs. It's good to follow the right person."

The next second, someone got out of the car in front, walked to their car, and knocked on the window.

Xiao Jiang rolled down the car window in confusion, and what came into view was a handsome face shrouded in ice. Just five minutes ago, this face had appeared on her iPad.

Xiao Jiang was inexplicably afraid to meet his gaze, but the other person did not notice her unease. His eyes swept past her and looked straight at Wen Ying in the back row.

"Hello."

His tone was harsh, as if saying a polite word would kill him.

Wen Ying looked up from her book and met the gaze of the person by the window.

Shen Zhu immediately lowered his eyes and stopped looking at her.

He stared at the other side, seemingly reluctant and struggling, and continued, "My car broke down. Can I hitch a ride with you?"