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

After the vehicle came to a complete stop, Wen Ying got out of the car first.

Shen Zhu remained motionless in the same spot. Wen Ying, unsure if he was asleep, removed the hat covering his face and glanced at him.

Unexpectedly, he wasn't asleep at all; he was staring at Wen Ying with his eyes wide open.

"..." Wen Ying looked away from those amber eyes and threw the hat back at his face.

"Wait a few minutes before getting off the bus and exit through the other door."

Shen Zhu buttoned his hat back up: "Mm."

He shrank back into his seat, shifting his legs back and forth as if the car couldn't contain him.

"Don't ride in my car next time, just find a Lalamove." Wen Ying glanced at him again, then turned and left.

After packing his things, Xiao Jiang glanced back.

The person who had been looking down and amusing himself raised his head and looked out through the car window. He was covered in black from head to toe, and his body seemed to be radiating a black resentment.

"..." Xiao Jiang came to his senses and realized with a start what he had been thinking.

She smiled at Shen Zhu and explained to him politely, "Sister Ying will be making introductions after she goes in. As the last guest, it's perfectly reasonable for you to arrive last, Mr. Shen."

Shen Zhu didn't speak, still staring at the window as if trying to punch a hole in the glass.

Xiao Jiang chuckled dryly, "This car won't leave for a while. You can sit for a bit, and I'll call you when it's time."

This time, Shen Zhu slowly turned his head, but still didn't look at Xiao Jiang; instead, he looked elsewhere.

Xiao Jiang noticed that he seemed to be looking at the cover of the book that Wen Ying had been reading earlier.

Xiao Jiang didn't know what was so interesting about a book cover, and she wasn't sure whether she should politely refuse if Shen Zhu asked to borrow it.

After all, Wen Ying didn't like strangers touching her things, and they seemed to have a bad relationship.

Fortunately, Shen Zhu quickly looked away, lowered his head, and started playing with the zipper of his windbreaker.

"I know," he suddenly said in a low, muffled voice, his tone so low that it surprised Xiao Jiang.

"It's no longer appropriate for us to be in the same place," Shen Zhu muttered to himself.

Xiao Jiang remained silent, thinking to himself that the two of you had never appeared in the same place before.

Shen Zhu entered the entertainment industry a year and a half later than Wen Ying. He debuted overseas and also developed his career in China, positioning himself as an independent musician.

While Wen Ying was traveling all over the country to make a movie, Shen Zhu was holding a concert at the National Stadium. Wen Ying returned to her hometown to start a promotional tour, while Shen Zhu began his annual hibernation, hiding at home to write songs.

The two had absolutely no interaction from beginning to end. Although Shen Zhu had started to participate in some film and television dramas in recent years under his strong insistence, he only played minor roles, fearing that too much screen time would delay his death.

In short, Wen Ying never acted in the same movie as Shen Zhu, and Shen Zhu never sang an OST for her TV series.

This year, Shen Zhu did not go into hibernation, which fans consider a miracle.

But upon hearing the news that he was participating in the show, fans felt that he might as well stay home and sleep.

"We can see that Director Wen's variety show this time is packed with big names..."

A sound came from the back row, and Shen Zhu opened Weibo again to watch the videos he hadn't finished watching before.

This time, nothing unexpected happened. Shen Zhu watched the entire video, including the parts that insulted him, without pausing.

The blogger continued sarcastically, "Some people say Wen Ying is the only normal person on this show, and it must have been tough for her to carry the plane all by herself. But I don't think she's the approachable type, okay? Everyone knows that Ms. Wen is a sophisticated mannequin in the Chinese entertainment industry. Makeup has to be on her face all year round, her posture has to be elegant 24/7, and her speech has to be 100% impeccable..."

The sound stopped suddenly.

Xiao Jiang turned around and saw Shen Zhu clutching a black-screened phone, his face clouded over.

Xiao Jiang didn't know who had offended this young master this time, but Shen Zhu was often photographed because of his sullen face, so she was used to it.

"Teacher Shen, it's time," Xiao Jiang reminded her with a smile. "You can get off the bus now."

Shen Zhu grunted in agreement, took a long stride out of the van, and, finally freed from his height constraints, strode towards the other door Wen Ying had indicated.

As Xiao Jiang directed the driver to reverse, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the young master, his face clouded with worry, pull out his phone again.

He was typing furiously with his head down when he accidentally bumped into a tree covered in snow, and the blackness was instantly buried by the white snow.

Xiao Jiang: "..." For some reason, he felt even more worried about Wen Ying's future.

While Xiao Jiang was worried, Wen Ying wasn't feeling much better.

The first episode was filmed in a villa, because the first episode of the original version had already been filmed once, and the original four guests already knew each other.

At this moment, everyone was gathered around the sofa in the lobby on the first floor, waiting for Wen Ying to take more photos while playing with a cat fishing toy.

They are real toys, the kind that are educational for young children. The female guest, who was presenting herself as single, accidentally brought the wrong bag and ended up with a bunch of baby supplies.

To the electronic music of "Catching Loaches, Catching Loaches," Wen Ying faced the camera with great professionalism, her lips curving into a perfect smile.

However, she repeated "Let's guess who the sixth guest is" six times, her face almost frozen from smiling, but Shen Zhu himself still did not show up.

The PD stopped filming and came over to apologize to Wen Ying: "I'm sorry, Ms. Wen, there might have been a small problem here."

Wen Ying smiled at him: "It's okay."

The PD sent someone to contact Shen Zhu, but Wen Ying excused herself to get a drink of water and headed towards the side door.

Outside, it was freezing cold. The water cup in Wen Ying's hand kept emitting heat, which was quickly absorbed by the cold air at minus eight degrees Celsius.

The snow on the road had not yet melted, leaving a series of crooked footprints.

Wen Ying turned her face away, and next to a huge evergreen plant, the corner of her black coat was visible.

As if noticing her gaze, the dark figure shrank further in.

They thought they were hiding it very well and that no one would find out.

"..." Wen Ying walked over, grabbed the collar of the person who was trying to escape, and pulled them back.

Shen Zhu had nowhere to avoid her, so he lowered his head and refused to look at her.

"You stood up so many people just to show up here as a mushroom?" Wen Ying said rudely. "And a black, poisonous mushroom at that."

Shen Zhu remained silent, drawing circles in the snow with his finger.

Wen Ying caught this small gesture again, and she nudged his back with her knee: "Are you cursing me?"

“…No.” Shen Zhu smoothed out the half-circle that was not yet fully formed.

Wen Ying nudged him gently again, and he reluctantly turned his face and looked up at Wen Ying.

"You... are you so hot?" Wen Ying then noticed that the hair on his forehead was a little damp, with small water droplets forming on the verge of dripping down.

Shen Zhu shifted his gaze to the other side, his lips twitched, and he said something, but Wen Ying didn't hear it clearly.

She didn't want to bend over, so she held the cup of tea that was gradually cooling down and gently kicked Shen Zhu's shoes.

He gave a succinct command: "Speak louder."

As it turned out, Shen Zhu was thinking about something else. When she pulled her leg back, he reached out and hugged her calf.

"I am cold."

Now she could finally hear what he was saying, but Wen Ying was confused by his action and didn't know whether to kick him or let him hold her like that.

Shen Zhu seemed stunned. After two seconds, he slowly let go of her hand and returned to his original position.

"I'm cold," he repeated softly. "Can I borrow your cup?"