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

Shen Zhu lowered his eyes and looked at the small circle on his fingertip. The trace made by the hair disappeared the moment he let go, as if it had never been there at all.

"I don't know," he said softly, as if afraid that others would hear him. "I sometimes feel inferior."

As soon as he finished speaking, the vehicle stopped.

They arrived at the hotel entrance, which interrupted their conversation. Shen Zhu said to Wen Ying, "Sit in the car for a while." Then he opened the car door and went with the others to get their luggage.

Wen Ying obediently waited for a while before getting out of the car. The cold wind immediately invaded from all directions, making her squint.

She went to look for Shen Zhu by the car behind and saw him standing in the frozen snow, discussing something with the PD.

Shen Zhu's profile was hidden in the dim light of the streetlights, his features deep and mature, his eyebrows and eyes relaxed, and he looked calm and composed as he talked.

But when Wen Ying approached and placed a hand on the edge of her suitcase, Shen Zhu immediately turned his face, his eyes filled with tension, and he pursed his lips slightly: "Why did you come out? It's so cold."

"I want to get some fresh air," Wen Ying said.

Shen Zhu's expression was somewhat disapproving. Wen Ying smiled and reached out to touch his sleeve: "I can't stay indoors all the time, can I? I still have to record a show."

Shen Zhu could only say, "Okay." He turned to the PD, quickly finished speaking, and then pushed his luggage and left with Wen Ying.

PD: "..." He glanced back at the staff member next to him, "Xiao Wu, did you understand what he said?"

Xiao Wu opened his eyes wide and shook his head. The PD smiled smugly: "I didn't understand either, but luckily I was prepared and turned on the recorder in advance when Wen Ying came over."

When the rooms were being distributed, Wen Ying and Shen Zhu became neighbors once again.

Before she entered, Shen Zhu thoughtfully said to her, "They said they want to have some late-night snacks. If you don't want to go out, I can bring you whatever you want to eat."

Upon arriving in another city, Shen Zhu's identity was completely transformed.

Tonight, he transformed from a room butler into a room attendant.

Wen Ying praised him for knowing how to adapt to the situation, so before entering the door, she received a box of strawberry milk, which traveled thousands of miles from Shen Zhu's pocket to Wen Ying's palm.

"See you later," Wen Ying said, closing the door as Shen Zhu gave her a reluctant farewell.

[Ding, detection indicates that the host has been spending too much time with people unrelated to the plot.]

The system's voice popped up almost the instant the door locked, impatiently asking: "What's going on? This time, the plot didn't call for you to make the male lead jealous through other supporting characters."

Wen Ying sat by the warm fireplace, opened a milk carton, and listened quietly to the system's incessant chatter without answering.

[That's Shen Chi's younger brother! You didn't confuse the two of them, did you? Or... is this some new trick to attack from afar?]

[Perhaps your sympathy is acting up again? So you want to save your childhood friend? Wait, you two aren't exactly childhood friends.]

[Wait a little longer—Shen Zhu doesn't need redemption!]

Wen Ying then lifted her eyelids, and as the flames burned, her pale, sickly face gradually regained some color.

Her voice was soft as she countered: "So, is Shen Chi someone who absolutely needs to be saved?"

What is the meaning of redemption? It is to give a ray of light to those who walk alone in the darkness, and to allow a bird with broken wings to grow flesh and blood and soar again.

At that time, he would burst into tears of gratitude or laugh with relief, saying through tears, "So the gods have also looked after me."

But does Shen Chi need this redemption?

Shen Chi is an accomplished young entrepreneur with a happy family background. His name is featured in financial news and newspapers, and he has received numerous honors and praises.

Since taking on the responsibility of his family, Shen Chi has experienced almost no setbacks. He has the strong will to overcome all obstacles. He is a workaholic who is as enthusiastic about working overtime as Wen Sirang, and also a good older brother who cares about his younger siblings' studies.

The system said: "But...but Shen Chi is an emotionless work machine, so he needs to be loved, and he also needs to learn to love others."

Wen Ying chuckled softly.

[You haven't seen him at the parent-teacher conference for Shen Zhu, nor do you know how he can speak recklessly when provoked by Wen Sirang, and you don't know that Shen Chi is quite satisfied with everything he has now, and all his affection for me... comes from Shen Zhu.]

The system painstakingly searched the database for valid evidence to support its theory and refute Wen Ying's claims.

But no matter how hard you search, the settings you find are as brief as the plot, portraying Shen Chi as a cold and pitiful person in just a few words, whose life would be meaningless if he could not be redeemed.

【and you……】

The system's electronic voice became dry and monotonous: "Then you don't need to get too close to Shen Zhu. You shouldn't like anyone other than the male lead; that's not allowed."

If the Supreme God discovers this, you will be punished.

Wen Ying remained silent, the fireplace burning fiercely, as if the flames were burning into her pupils as well.

Wen Ying's face was no longer pale. Her beautiful eyebrows lifted as she looked up at the empty space above her head, where there was only a white ceiling.

Where is God?

System: [God...of course, isn't someone you can just see anytime. Only the most devout believers can witness God's blessings firsthand.]

Wen Ying chuckled softly, her attitude so casual that the system anxiously wondered if she would blurt out an disrespectful remark.

But Wen Ying remained silent, keeping her head down and doing her own thing.

The system breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that as Wen Ying's partner, it was necessary to persuade her when she went astray.

In short, if you want to return to your original world, you must do as I say.

The system advised: "Let's not discuss today's remarks anymore, okay? You need to understand that God is omniscient and omnipotent, and humanity should have reverence for the unknown..."

Footsteps gradually approached from outside the door. Before the system could finish giving instructions, Wen Ying manually muted the microphone.

Wen Ying composed herself, got up from the sofa, and went to open the door.

The person standing outside was not Shen Zhu, but Shi Yuan, who looked dejected.

"Sister Wenying, can I talk to you for a few minutes?"

His tone was somewhat pleading. Wen Ying paused, smiled, and stepped aside to make way for him.

"What happened?" Wen Ying invited Shi Yuan to sit down on the other side of the sofa, poured him a glass of water, and picked up her unfinished strawberry milk.

Shi Yuan held the cup so tightly that his knuckles turned blue.

He seemed to have a lot to say, but didn't know where to begin, and dared not take up too much of Wen Ying's time, so he could only rack his brains to come up with a difficult idea.

"It's alright, take your time to think about it." Wen Ying smiled tolerantly. "Relax a little, there's no one else here."

Shi Yuan gave a soft "hmm" and took a sip of hot water.

After a long pause, Shi Yuan said, "Today on the plane, Yuan Chen's cutlery fell next to me. I picked it up for him and accidentally touched his hand."

"Well, then what?"

“Then…” Shi Yuan’s voice was hoarse, the words seeming to be squeezed out from the gap in his throat, “He rushed into the bathroom and threw up, just like last time.”