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

As the warm seawater receded, Wenying returned to reality, with only bright lights flashing overhead.

It was still a winter night outside the window. Shen Zhu's secret was four years late, and it was unknown whether it would ever see the light of day again.

Their movie was never made; Shen Zhu broke his promise, and Wen Ying also failed to keep her word.

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The notification sounded, and the system paused for a moment.

This time, instead of howling and complaining, it said suspiciously, "The person you're dating isn't Shen Chi, so why is the relationship progressing? Am I broken again?"

Wen Ying raised her hand and turned off the wall lamp: "You should go get a checkup."

Her indifferent tone and nonchalant attitude suddenly made the system feel a little hurt.

But it couldn't voice its grievances. Wen Ying needed a quiet sleep, so the system could only remain silent in the depths of its consciousness.

The system thought sadly that they had clearly made it through the First World together, and their revolutionary friendship should have been elevated, but Wen Ying was becoming increasingly reluctant to pay attention to it.

If only the system could take on a human form and stay by Wen Ying's side like a true friend.

As it was thinking this to itself, it suddenly startled itself.

"Don't develop excessive consciousness, don't develop excessive consciousness..." it repeatedly warned itself, "There's nothing good about being human, I just want to be a system, I don't want to experience sadness and pain."

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The next morning at seven o'clock, the production crew came and knocked on each guest's door one by one.

Despite the considerable public discussion surrounding Guo Jingye's private affairs online, Director Wen still issued instructions requiring the entire production team to proceed with the recording of the first episode as originally planned.

They are heading to a city 8,000 kilometers away today, a flight that will take more than ten hours.

Wen Ying quickly washed and dressed, without makeup, only applying a thin layer of lipstick.

The moment the door opened, Shen Zhu also came out from next door.

"Good morning." She greeted him with a smile as the cameraman filmed.

Shen Zhu said, "Okay."

His voice sounded a little hoarse, like Kadun who hadn't woken up properly in the early morning.

Wen Ying asked with concern, "Do you have a cold, or did you not sleep well?"

Shen Zhu said, "No, not at all." He cleared his throat, his voice returning to normal.

The two people entered the elevator, followed by the film crew.

Wen Ying's suitcase wheel got stuck at the doorway. Shen Zhu helped her pull it in, his fingers resting on the handle, and didn't move them away.

"Wen Ying, let's sit together later." As the elevator descended, Shen Zhu suddenly spoke.

Wen Ying paused for a moment, realizing that Shen Zhu was referring to their seats on the plane, and replied with a smile, "Really? What a coincidence."

Shen Zhu said, "Unfortunately, because I was the one who decided on the location." As he said this, he didn't look at her, but instead looked at the tightly closed elevator doors, where the silver-gray metal panels reflected a blurry image.

"I don't think we were ever deskmates." Shen Zhu said casually in a low voice, without looking at Wen Ying's reaction, and dragged his two suitcases out of the elevator.

The production team arranged for them to have breakfast first, and there were already people waiting at the restaurant downstairs.

Guo Jingye didn't go back to the villa last night. She got up early this morning and rushed over. There was a faint bluish ring under her eyes. I don't know if it was because she forgot or because she was too lazy to put on makeup.

Wen Ying and Shen Zhu sat down. Guo Jingye said a few words to her before Wen Ying picked up her cutlery.

The plates in front of them were moved. Shen Zhu gave her a nicely shaped fried egg and took the one with the burnt edges for himself.

Wen Ying turned her face away, and Shen Zhu was holding a piece of ketchup and slowly squeezing a smiley face onto the surface of the fried egg.

The cameraman also captured this scene and pushed his equipment closer. Wen Ying could roughly guess what kind of copywriting would be added to Shen Zhu in post-production: sunny, cheerful, and full of childlike fun, forming a stark contrast to the rumors circulating in the streets.

She smiled to herself and lowered her head to eat.

A few minutes later, Shi Yuan and Yuan Chen also came downstairs one after the other.

"Good morning, both of you sisters," Shi Yuan greeted them energetically.

Shi Yuan's public persona is that of a sunny, cheerful, and enthusiastic young man, but his bright smile becomes somewhat restrained when he touches Shen Zhu beside him.

"Good morning, Senior Shen."

Shen Zhu did not notice the change in Shi Yuan's way of addressing him and nodded indifferently.

The number of people dining quietly increased to five. Shen Zhu had already sent the travel plans to the group in advance, so there was no need to spend time explaining them at the table.

As breakfast was drawing to a close, Yang Li's voice, full of complaints, finally broke through.

"I already go to bed late at night, and I have to get up at seven in the morning. This short sleep time will really speed up my aging process." Yang Li covered her mouth with a small fan as she yawned and swayed downstairs in her high heels.

Her suitcase was being carried by a staff member next to her, and when the camera turned around, Yang Li gently pushed it to the other side.

"Also, your production team doesn't even have a makeup artist, so please don't film me up close later."

The staff smiled at her and said some kind words in a low voice. Yang Li's expression brightened, and she walked to the dining table and looked around.

She sat down casually and picked up her knife and fork: "Didn't you say I was the last one to get up? I see there's still one person who hasn't arrived yet. PD, why don't you send someone to urge them on, so as not to delay everyone's time?"

Shi Yuan reacted immediately, saying awkwardly, "Sister, Yuan Chen is here, but he's being blocked by the potted plants."

Shi Yuan glanced to the side, and Yuan Chen slowly moved the vase away from him.

He seemed to have a very low profile; as long as he kept his mouth shut and didn't speak, people could forget he was even breathing.

Yuan Chen looked up, greeted Yang Li first, and then said "Good morning" to the others at the table.

Yang Li paused in her action of picking up her knife and fork: "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go now, so we don't miss our flight."

After saying that, he set an example by putting down his utensils immediately.

Everyone else had already finished eating, so Wen Ying turned to Yang Li and said, "Why don't you have a couple more bites? We still have some time."

But Yang Li firmly said she didn't need it, so Wen Ying didn't try to persuade her. The group walked out the door and, under the PD's arrangement, got into cars and headed to the airport.

There were some minor mishaps during the security check. Airport staff confiscated Yang Li's sunscreen spray and perfume, and Yuan Chen also had a power bank confiscated.

Yang Li glanced back at the cameraman: "Don't film this part."

The staff member said, "Okay," and didn't move while carrying the equipment.

The rest of the people boarded the plane without any problems and took their seats smoothly.

Wen Ying put her bag aside and looked around at the layout.

Although Shen Zhu arranged for him to sit in the same row as Wen Ying, the two were still quite a distance apart because the program had booked business class seats.

She turned her face away, and Shen Zhu was looking at her with his chin propped up on his hand, his face clouded with worry.

A flight attendant came over and asked if he needed help. Shen Zhu turned his head away indifferently and said, "Thank you," "I'm fine," "No need," pressed himself against the porthole, pulled his collar up, and stopped moving.

The others remained silent, calmly connecting to the internet and going about their own business.

A night later, the little game that Shi Yuan had organized for everyone to participate in to warm up the atmosphere did not bring the expected warmth. The six guests remained silent in front of the camera, like strangers who did not know each other from beginning to end.

The PD didn't send anyone over to warm up the atmosphere, as if they had changed their strategy and were openly letting things take their course.

Wen Ying took out a book she had brought with her from her bag. Before turning the page, she looked once again at someone who was separated from her by an insurmountable chasm.

Shen Zhu exposed half of the back of his head, pressing his ear with his hand, pressing so hard that the skin under his fingertips turned red.