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

He didn't sit down, but instead leaned against a coconut tree.

The sun was so strong that even sitting in the shade couldn't stop the ice cream from melting.

Wen Ying was eating when a sticky layer of cream dripped onto her hand. She looked down and rummaged through her bag, pulled out a pack of tissues, and tossed it to Shen Zhu.

"Help me take out a piece of paper." She gestured with her chin toward Shen Zhuyi.

Shen Zhu glanced at her, said nothing, and unwrapped the tissue in his hand.

But instead of offering Wen Ying a tissue, he bent down and gently wrapped his hand around her fingers through a soft touch.

Shen Zhu lowered his eyes and focused intently on wiping away every drop of cream that had slipped down his face. The corner of the tissue was quickly stained pink, like a heart had been imprinted on it.

The two were very close, and Wen Ying could almost count his eyelashes, which cast a faint shadow on his eyelids.

"It needs to be completely dissolved." Shen Zhu suddenly spoke up.

Wen Ying then shoved the empty ice cream shell back into his hand, saying, "I'm full too."

Shen Zhu grunted in agreement, crumpling the tissue in his hand into a small ball. He walked to the nearby trash can and threw the used tissue in along with the melted ice cream.

Then he returned and leaned against the trunk of the coconut tree again.

Wen Ying looked up at him: "Why don't you sit down?"

Shen Zhu asked, "Is that alright?"

Her tone was serious, as if Wen Ying was the one who operated the beach and that one had to get her permission to sit down.

Wen Ying said, "Of course."

Then he moved to the side a little, trying to share half of the cool shade.

But the next second she realized that there was no need for her to move, because Shen Zhu was sitting a little far away, with half of his shoulder bathed in the golden sunlight.

Wen Ying said, "Why are you so far away from me?"

He gestured with his hand to indicate the distance; there was even enough room for half a person to squeeze between them.

Shen Zhu turned to look at her: "If you get exposed to the sun, you'll faint like last time."

Wen Ying's gesturing stopped abruptly: "There was a special reason last time..."

A month ago, before summer was as intense as it is now, Wen Ying, wearing a matching short school uniform, filmed a short promotional video for the campus with Shen Zhu.

Wen Ying was the top student in the science class, and her original partner was supposed to be the best male student in the humanities class. However, her partner made a mistake in the last monthly exam. After some discussion, the school leaders invited Shen Zhu, Wen Ying's classmate, to replace her.

At that time, Shen Zhu had just undergone a spiritual baptism and spent a lot of effort to slowly rise from the middle and lower ranks to sit on the bench of second place.

Perhaps it was the experience of a successful comeback that made him feel proud. When Shen Zhu stood next to Wen Ying, he stood tall and proud, like a young poplar tree that would rather die than bend. His eyes were fixed on the photographer invited by the school, and he didn't look at Wen Ying once from beginning to end.

The cameraman tried every angle imaginable: "Get closer, even closer! Hey! Don't your classmates talk to each other?"

Wen Ying thought to herself that her classmates hadn't really said anything; the thoughts of teenagers were even harder to guess than the thought process of the person who set the questions.

When Shen Zhu was in junior high school, he was still young, and Wen Ying could guess a little bit about him. But when he fully entered adolescence, Shen Zhu's attitude became like that of Super Martin, changing every day.

"Closer, closer!" the cameraman was still shouting desperately. "There needs to be eye contact, interaction!"

The last two words seemed to be spoken through gritted teeth.

Wen Ying felt sorry for the photographer who was sweating profusely, and out of sympathy for the working class, she turned around and prepared to ask Shen Zhu to take things more seriously.

The moment the touch was made to Shen Zhu's arm, Shen Zhu trembled as if he had been electrocuted.

Wen Ying felt a little helpless and wanted to say, "It was just a little touch, why such a big reaction?" But before she could get angry, everything went black and she fainted.

When I opened my eyes again, all I could see was pure white.

Wen Ying lay on the bed in the infirmary, while Shen Zhu sat beside her, staring at her intently.

"Now you know how to make eye contact." Wen Ying was unwell, so she just glanced at him lightly and tried to sit up, propping herself up on her arms.

Shen Zhu immediately stood up, making a big movement, but only gently helped her up and placed a soft cushion behind her.

"You..." He hesitated, then handed over a cup of brown sugar water. "Drink this first."

Wen Ying took a small sip, but due to the intense gazes around her, she gulped it down.

"I'm sorry." Shen Zhu took the empty cup from her hand and apologized sincerely. "It's all my fault for not being serious enough during filming. You were exposed to the sun for so long, and I'm the one who made you faint."

Wen Ying smiled tolerantly: "It's okay, I didn't expect my period to come early this time."

Shen Zhu said "Oh," held the empty cup, and stared at her. After a long while, he reluctantly handed her a pack of sanitary napkins from his pocket.

"I bought it on the way to the supermarket," he said. "Take it if you need it. I'll take better photos next time..."

Shen Zhu kept his word.

When they filmed again, he smiled like a blooming sunflower in front of the camera, his amber eyes sparkling like gemstones as he gazed at Wen Ying in the sunlight.

The school leaders supervising the construction shook their heads repeatedly: "They're being too affectionate; it's suspicious that they're dating too early."

When these words reached Wen Ying's ears, she simply shook her head and smiled it off.

"Honestly, I think you could go into acting."

In the end, Shen Zhu sat down next to Wen Ying. The shade of the coconut tree was just the right size to envelop the two of them.

Wen Ying drew on the beach with a small wooden stick: "Your previous glances were indeed quite good."

Shen Zhu, chin in hand, watched her actions and said modestly, "What's good about it? I don't quite understand. Could you explain in more detail?"

“It’s the angle, the timing, and the emotions it conveys; it’s like we’ve really been friends for a long time,” Wen Ying recalled. “And your eyes are beautiful.”

As she said this, she put down the small wooden stick in her hand. Wen Ying raised her eyes and found that Shen Zhu was also watching her.

Shen Zhu has a pair of extremely beautiful eyes, with the corners of his eyes slightly upturned, shaped like soft peach blossoms, and his pupils are amber in color, turning into a clear lake under the sunlight.

At that moment, ripples spread across the lake.

Wen Ying saw herself in his eyes.