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

Shen Zhu took the coconuts back and generously gave them to the others at the table.

Sure enough, there were six good brothers in the class, and the six straws were just right, so there was no fighting.

As dinner was drawing to a close, the class monitor gathered them together to play games.

This time, they played Truth or Dare. The young couple who had argued at noon ended up breaking up. The girl angrily bribed the class monitor, saying that she broke up because of the game and that she would find true love again in the game.

The class monitor really hoped she would stop looking for true love among her classmates, but the girls were offering too much, so the class monitor's words changed from "focus on your studies" to "I'll take care of it."

Shen Zhu wasn't very interested in the game; his mind was preoccupied with his conversation with Wen Ying that afternoon, and he wanted to continue their conversation as night fell.

His phone kept vibrating, as if he had received many messages. Shen Zhu glanced at Wen Ying, who was three chairs away from him, engrossed in typing on her phone, so focused that she forgot to leave this boring game.

Shen Zhu loosened and clenched his fist, briefly touching the edge of his pocket, before having to withdraw it again at the sound of the game starting, calmly placing his hand on the table.

The class monitor took out cards and a glass bottle that was originally used to hold soda, placed them on the table, and announced the rules: "Whoever the bottle points to has to answer a truth question or complete a designated dare task."

The class monitor, acting as the referee, does not participate in the game. After everyone is ready, he spins the bottle forcefully.

The bottle pointed to a boy, and the class monitor asked, "When was the last time you were constipated?"

The boy stammered, but his roommate answered before he could finish: "This morning!"

The girl next to the class monitor squinted and shook her head. The class monitor then smiled and turned the bottle around again.

After several rounds, the mouth of the glass bottle was pointed at Shen Zhu.

Everyone at the table turned to look at him simultaneously. Shen Zhu calmly got up, moved to a different spot, and sat next to Wen Ying.

"Why is everyone looking at me?" Shen Zhu leaned back in his chair. "It's just a change of scenery, you guys continue."

Although he was sitting at the table, his tone was full of refusal to participate.

The class monitor and the girl next to him exchanged a glance, both feeling that this person was not someone to mess with, so they gave up on including Shen Zhu in their shortlist and started spinning the glass bottle again.

As luck would have it, the bottle opening was aimed precisely at Shen Zhu.

Shen Zhu looked at the table with a somewhat disgusted expression, and the class monitor immediately shouted, "Oh no, it's not you! This time, the person pointed at is Wen Ying."

Wen Ying looked up blankly: "Huh?"

The class monitor signaled to her for help, reading the sentence on the card at lightning speed: "The great adventure you have to complete is to kiss a person of the opposite sex."

The pronunciation of the last word was extremely faint and barely audible.

Shen Zhu's expression froze instantly, and the class monitor, holding onto the corner of the table, felt like he was about to faint.

"Or, same-sex couples would also be acceptable..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Ying felt an intense gaze from beside her that could not be ignored.

Shen Zhu stared at her profile, almost burning her cheeks.

Shen Zhu himself was about to be burned to ashes.

Wen Ying smiled at the group of teenagers waiting expectantly at the table: "I'm going on a dare."

After saying that, he picked up his phone, which was lying to the side, stood up, and left the table.

Shen Zhu tried to take her hand, but only touched the air, and sat there for a while.

The class monitor, still uneasy, said, "Um, should we ask a classmate to supervise...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Shen Zhu stood up and walked hurriedly toward the door.

"Shen, are you going to supervise?" the class monitor shouted from behind.

No one responded; Shen Zhu vanished from everyone's sight like a gust of wind.

-

Wen Ying sat on a huge reef, with the churning seawater beneath her feet.

The seawater was propelled forward by unpredictable forces, crashing against the rocks and breaking into sprays and foam.

The wind was strong, swirling around her ears, so Wen Ying ignored the approaching footsteps behind her.

Shen Zhu came to her side and stood still.

"Why did you come out too?"

"I'll keep an eye on you, it's a big adventure."

Shen Zhu was slightly out of breath, but his tone was calm, as if he had really only come to abide by the rules of the game, standing with his hands behind his back like a fair and just judge.

Wen Ying chuckled and beckoned to him with her finger.

Fairness vanished in an instant. Shen Zhu was bewitched. He looked up at her, then reached out and grasped her fingertips.

Wen Ying said, "Then carry me down."

Shen Zhu shook his head and said, "No."

The reef was too high, but he stood in the seawater despite his soaked shoes.

Looking at her, he said softly, "All you need to do is bend down to me."

Wen Ying looked down at the hand that was holding hers. Shen Zhu was only loosely holding her fingers, but the veins on the back of his hand were bulging, as if he had used all his strength.

Wen Ying lowered her eyes and leaned down slightly.

A sea breeze rose, and in the moist air, Wen Ying tasted the seawater—bitter and salty.

Shen Zhu reached out with his other hand and covered her eyes.

Wen Ying closed her eyes and felt a warm, wet sensation above her eyelids. Shen Zhu's palms were burning hot, his fingers were trembling, and he was sweating with nervousness.

His body tensed up, but he couldn't help but keep moving closer.

Wen Ying's lips were bitten, then released after a brief second. Shen Zhu gently rubbed against her, the warmth of their lips touching felt subtle and soft, like silk threads sticking together.

Their breaths lingered in the wind as they silently pressed against each other. Shen Zhu released the hand that had been covering her eyes.

Their eyes met, and the seawater, freed from the gravitational pull of the sun and moon, could no longer control the rise and fall of the tides.

Shen Zhu took a deep breath and leaned forward once more, his heart pounding more wildly than the tides, trying to pry open the slightly closed gap and frantically search for guidance.

As it melted, Wen Ying tasted the sweetness.

After a long while, Shen Zhu blushed and let go, but still held her finger tightly: "You did a good job supervising the completion of the task. You kept your promise."

Wen Ying stroked the top of his head and said softly, "You did very well too."

Shen Zhu gripped her fingers even tighter, and after a few seconds, he couldn't resist pulling her hand closer, holding Wen Ying's hand and covering it with his forehead.

It's as if only in this way can they be given more courage.

“I have a secret,” Shen Zhu said. “I want to tell you when we get back.”