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

Time passed, and suddenly the plane became chaotic, everything was noisy and chaotic.

Even though Shen Zhu covered Wen Ying's ears with his hand, he couldn't stop the noise from entering.

Wen Ying closed her eyes, huddled inside her coat, and heard Yang Li complaining that the airplane food was terrible and the trip was too long. She couldn't understand why she had to come out and put up with this, since the country they were going to wasn't fun at all.

The staff tried their best to soothe her emotions with tactful words.

But then Shi Yuan and Yuan Chen ran into problems.

A loud, crashing sound came from behind him, and Yuan Chen jumped up from his seat. Wen Ying heard him ask a staff member for directions to the restroom.

Guo Jingye asked from the side, "What's wrong?"

Yuan Chen remained silent and hurriedly left.

After a while, Shi Yuan's voice slowly rang out, sounding somewhat weak and feeble: "Sister Jing, can I switch seats with you?"

Guo Jingye agreed, and Shi Yuan quietly packed his things and sat down diagonally behind Wen Ying. Wen Ying heard him sniffling softly, as if he had caught a bad cold.

Wen Ying crawled out of Shen Zhu's coat and looked to the side. The porthole partition next to Shi Yuan's seat had been pulled open, letting in the sunlight.

Shi Yuan looked dejected, and his lips had lost all color, but when he noticed Wen Ying's gaze, he still raised his head and smiled at her.

There seemed to be water droplets on the edge of his cheek. Before Wen Ying could see clearly, she felt a heat on her skin. Shen Zhu pressed on the back of her neck and turned her head back.

"Eat something now that you're awake."

Shen Zhu seemed oblivious to the sudden change in the others, and used his palm to test Wen Ying's forehead temperature: "It seems a bit better than before, does your head still hurt?"

Wen Ying said, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Perhaps the sound was too soft, because Shen Zhu didn't hear it. He continued to massage Wen Ying's temples with his fingertips, the pressure was gentle, and his expression was focused.

However, Wen Ying felt that his movements were in the way of her meal, so she reached out and pushed him away.

Shen Zhu said, "I've taken your earphones away, and I've also charged your phone."

Wen Ying said "thank you" to him, picked up her phone and glanced at it. The battery was fully charged and Bluetooth was still on.

Whether Shen Zhu was too concerned about personal privacy or forgot the lock screen password Wen Ying had written for him, he did not unlock Wen Ying's phone to help her clear the background apps.

Wen Ying glanced at him, her eyes holding a subtle look that Shen Zhu noticed.

"What's wrong?" he asked in a low voice.

Still kneeling on one knee, propped up on his arm and leaning against Wen Ying's seat, he didn't care whether others were watching him or whether the camera was still filming: "Is the porridge too hot? Does the cake not taste good? Or is your head hurting again?"

Wen Ying said, "Nothing." She stirred the white fungus porridge in front of her, then suddenly laughed, "I find you so annoying."

Shen Zhu was somewhat puzzled by her sudden remark, but he didn't have time to be unhappy.

Because of the slight smile that appeared on Wen Ying's lips, Shen Zhu couldn't help but smile as well.

He seemed to be in a good mood.

Before going to sleep, Wen Ying's head was already spinning from the fever, and she inexplicably felt an urge to expose the identity of a certain online friend in front of Shen Zhu.

If Shen Zhu were to open her phone, he would see the chat page that she hadn't had time to exit, and then notice the heart icon following the chat box.

However, Wen Ying's words were vague and unclear, so it was understandable that Shen Zhu misunderstood them.

Fortunately, Wen Ying has now regained her senses and her rationality has returned.

Too hasty. She thought to herself, not only was Shen Zhu prone to misunderstanding, but Wen Ying was also unable to accurately guess the meaning between the lines of Shen Zhu's words.

She couldn't understand why Shen Zhu would suddenly participate in the same program as her, nor could she understand why her profile picture, which had been silent for four years, would suddenly light up again, as if it had never been turned off.

Shen Zhu harbored a little secret that Wen Ying was unaware of, and rather than guessing, she hoped that Shen Zhu would tell her on his own initiative.

Better take your time.

The people behind her were still making a fuss. Yang Li, who loved watching the excitement, immediately raised her head and asked when she saw Yuan Chen return, "Why did you take so long? Anyone who didn't know better would have thought you took a bath in there."

Yuan Chen mumbled a sound and sat back down in his seat.

Yang Li then said, "Shi Yuan just switched seats with Teacher Guo. Did you two have a fight?"

Yuan Chen said, "No."

Guo Jingye told Yang Li to keep her voice down so as not to disturb the patients who were resting.

Yang Li glanced at Wen Ying and said, "She's not asleep either, she's eating right now, Wen..."

Yang Li opened her mouth to ask Wen Ying how she was recovering, but before she could finish speaking, Shen Zhu turned around before Wen Ying could and glanced at her without any emotion.

Shen Zhu's expression was calm, and his gaze lingered on Yang Li for only a short time. But for some reason, Yang Li felt as if he had glared at her with great annoyance.

Just like the rumors said, so fierce.

Yang Li shut her mouth and silently observed the two people, one sitting and one squatting.

Shen Zhu leaned against Wen Ying, which softened his cold demeanor considerably.

His eyes were fixed on Wen Ying, as if Wen Ying's eating was some kind of once-in-a-century wonder that had to be meticulously recorded, not a single second could be missed.

The ferocious beast had been tamed, and its appearance could even be described as docile. Yang Li felt speechless when she thought of this description, and it gave her goosebumps.

Yang Li pursed her lips, turned her gaze away, and felt as if she had discovered some incredible secret.

The plane landed at night, and the production team arranged a convoy to take the group to the hotel.

The moment Yang Li saw the scenery along the way, she instantly abandoned the complaints she had made on the plane and pressed her face against the car window, exclaiming "Wow!" repeatedly. It wasn't until the cameraman gradually approached that she smoothed her hair and calmly straightened her posture.

Guo Jingye was also taking photos and recording a video on her phone, saying, "Baby, look, that green thing above Mommy's head is the aurora..."

It seems they are completely unconcerned about the ongoing bloodshed online.

Wen Ying leaned against the window as their vehicle sped past the city's edge, traversing snow-capped mountains. Outside, there was an endless expanse of white snow and a dazzling starry sky.

As they walked into the dark section of the road, the scenery outside the window became blurry, reflecting Wen Ying's somewhat pale face, her delicate eyebrows and eyes showing a hint of fatigue.

Wen Ying glanced at her reflection in the mirror for a moment, then looked away.

Another face appeared on the glass. Shen Zhu sat next to her, and nature and vastness lost their appeal to him.

Shen Zhu lowered his head and reached out to straighten Wen Ying's slightly loose hair.

"It'll be very windy when we go out later." Shen Zhu smoothed Wen Ying's hair with his fingers, then suddenly lowered his head to sniff it, and asked in confusion, "Why does your hair smell different from mine even though we use the same shampoo?"

Wen Ying thought for a moment and said, "If you grow your hair longer, the fragrance might last longer."

“…Never mind.” Shen Zhu still held her hair, the black strands swirling in circles on his slender fingers. He seemed to enjoy playing with other people’s long hair, but when it came to his own, he seemed a little disgusted. “I once did a magazine shoot with a wolf tail hairstyle, and I looked like a bad guy.”

Wen Ying asked, "Who said you're a bad person?"

“Some netizens…it’s not important,” Shen Zhu said vaguely. “I rarely care about other people’s opinions, but I myself didn’t think my hairstyle looked good that time.”

Wen Ying looked at him helplessly: "Even someone like you who looks like that has moments of insecurity."

Shen Zhu's fans were so eager for him to enter the film and television industry because of his face, which was "perfectly designed and flawless, like a natural masterpiece."

It would be a sin if it couldn't be shown on the big screen.

But no matter how hard fans tried, Shen Zhu had no intention of playing other people's lives, and very casually took on small roles in some not-so-famous TV dramas.