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

Shen Zhu tilted his head back and drank the entire glass of water, his mouth bulging. Before he even swallowed, he held up the empty glass and gestured to Wen Ying.

Wen Ying: "..." Although he knew he would be next, he didn't need to be in such a hurry.

She thought for a moment: "I have never failed an exam."

"This is simply a game-changer!" People around exclaimed, pointing their fingers.

Yang Li was skeptical: "No one is born a genius, right? Why don't you show us your report card?"

Wen Ying naturally wouldn't carry a report card with her. She smiled slightly and was about to speak when a voice sounded beside her.

“I can testify,” Shen Zhu said.

"Ah...you two are actually classmates?" Shi Yuan asked in surprise. "But you two don't seem to know each other at all."

When questioned, Shen Zhu became unhappy: "You and your teammates look like strangers."

Shi Yuan: "..." His lips trembled as he remained silent. This person is so vicious, always stabbing people in the heart.

"Shen Zhu and I are indeed classmates." Seeing that the clouds were about to gather around her again, Wen Ying was worried that Shen Zhu might say something he shouldn't, so she stopped him in time, saying, "Shen Zhu is a rather introverted person, so we communicate a lot in private."

The introverted Shen Zhu had his shoe stepped on, so he had no choice but to bow down to the evil forces, pursed his lips, picked up his water glass, and took a big gulp.

“This is my cup,” Wen Ying said coolly.

"..." Shen Zhu put down the cup, but his gaze remained fixed on it, looking very reluctant. "What's wrong with a good classmate having a sip of your water?"

The good classmate didn't hear his dissatisfaction, the game continued, and it was Guo Jingye's turn to speak.

“Yes,” she smiled. “I have a child.”

The entire place erupted in chaos. No one cared about winning or losing the game anymore, and no one noticed that there was one person who had remained silent the whole time.

Amid Shi Yuan's breakdown and his cries of "Calm down, can't we finish the game first?", everyone chimed in, turning into junior reporters and targeting Guo Jingye. Even the PD arrived with his team.

The situation quickly spiraled out of control, and the PD urgently contacted Guo Jingye's agency, fearing that this hard-won guest would be just a fleeting moment and disappear into the vast sea of ​​people.

Unbeknownst to anyone, two people quietly escaped the chaos.

It started snowing outside sometime earlier.

Wen Ying stood by the window, quietly watching the swirling snowflakes.

Shen Zhu was about ten centimeters behind her, holding a rag he had found somewhere, and vigorously wiping the broad leaves of the green plant.

His expression was extremely serious and focused, as if he were not a singer, but a cleaner hired by this villa.

Wen Ying glanced back at him but said nothing.

I inexplicably recalled a winter many years ago, when there was just as much snow.

A grand charity banquet sent out glittering invitations, forcing two families who were not on good terms, as two of the top business giants, to appear at the same event.

The banquet was tedious and long. The Wen couple sat in the VIP seats and repeatedly intercepted the Shen couple when they raised their number plates, shouting "Add another two million!" and "Add another five million!"

Wen Sirang led a group of talented young men. Whenever a girl on the dance floor blushed in front of Shen Chi, the young men beside him would show the same innocent and shy smiles and take the initiative to extend a gentlemanly invitation to the girl.

Wen Ying watched all this numbly, avoiding the crowds, and quietly left through the side door, lifting the hem of her dress.

It was snowing outside, and the winding paths were hidden in the all-encompassing whiteness.

Wen Ying's skirt was too long, and her shiny little leather shoes were easy to slip on, so she walked a little slowly.

When she arrived at the small wooden house where the pets lived, carrying her little bamboo basket, there was already a person there.

It's Shen Zhu.

He sat down on the ground as if he didn't mind getting dirty, holding two pet treats in each hand. He fed the drooling Border Collie with his left hand and offered them to the longing Golden Retriever with his right.

Wen Ying looked closely and saw that the Border Collie next to Shen Zhu with its big grin was none other than Wen Sirang's beloved pet, Deng Deng, while the other Golden Retriever seemed to be Shen Zhu's own dog.

The imagined fierce scene of the two dogs fighting did not occur. Instead, the two dogs surrounded Shen Zhu, obediently acting cute and yielding to each other, creating a scene of brotherly affection.

The person and the two dogs got along very well.

Wen Ying stared blankly for a long time before Shen Zhu finally noticed the gaze fixed on him.

He looked up and saw the basket in Wen Ying's hand: "You're too late, they're almost full."

Wen Ying seemed still not quite processing what was happening: "Then you can have it."

Shen Zhu: "..."

The two fell silent.

A few seconds later, Shen Zhu took off his tuxedo jacket, folded it into a square, and laid it next to the Border Collie Dengdeng.

He patted the soft cushion made from his coat, looked at Wen Ying, and the orange light shone into his eyes, making them sparkle.

Shen Zhu said generously, "Please sit down."

Wen Ying sat down, her skirt was quite wide, and the intricate lace trim fell on Shen Zhu's crossed knees.

But Shen Zhu didn't say anything, as if he hadn't noticed anything, and continued to toss small treats to both dogs, who were eagerly watching him.

Wen Ying took out a small cake from the basket and ate it, silently watching Shen Zhu train the dog. She wondered if he was some kind of exceptionally talented dog trainer who usually kept his talent hidden and was only discovered by chance.

After feeding the dog, Shen Zhu was about to bend down to get some food when Wen Ying handed him a tissue.

Wen Ying said naturally, "Good children are those who are hygienic."

I don’t see anything wrong with describing thirteen-year-old Shen Zhu as a “child”.

Shen Zhu paused for a moment, then accepted the somewhat joking address. He took a tissue, wiped his palms and the backs of his hands, not even neglecting the spaces between his fingers.

Finally, he held out his hand for Wen Ying to check, and only after receiving the signal that he had passed the test did he begin to eat.

That day, they ate all the food in the basket, leaving only one pear at the very bottom.

Wen Ying said that without a fruit knife, she was not strong enough to cut the pear into two even halves.

Shen Zhu nodded, saying that the pear looked greenish and must taste very sour and astringent, and not very tasty.

The two tacitly abandoned the aggrieved pear and continued to sit together, petting each other's dogs.

About an hour later, the two older brothers finally gave up their battle for supremacy on the dance floor and braved the swirling snow to look for their beloved dog, who had not eaten and was likely hungry.

The two figures appeared at the doorway at the same time. The moment they pushed the door open, both dogs simultaneously raised their front paws and barked wildly at each other's heads, with dog hair and saliva flying everywhere.

Wen Sirang pinched his nose and immediately accused Shen Chi: "Your mouth stinks! Don't you have money to buy toothpaste?!"

Shen Chi's face was also grim. He said coldly, "Like master, like dog. Even if a Border Collie is in your hands, it'll just be a stupid dog."

The two argued incessantly, neither willing to give in, and dragged their two snarling dogs away.