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

Wen Ying recalled the first time the six guests met. Shi Yuan introduced himself for Yuan Chen, but Yuan Chen shook off his arm and went to the restroom with a grim expression.

When Yuan Chen came back that day, he changed his seat and his face was covered in water. Wen Ying kindly handed him a tissue.

"Did he tell you why?" Wen Ying asked calmly, without revealing any other expression on her face.

Shi Yuan shook his head and said with a wry smile, "He didn't tell me, and he didn't need to tell me... I could tell that Yuan Chen just felt disgusted by being touched by me."

Although Shi Yuan was smiling, his eyes reddened again. Wen Ying pushed the tissue box on the table towards him, and Shi Yuan whispered "thank you".

“Maybe he just doesn’t like physical contact with others,” Wen Ying said.

Shi Yuan was silent for a while, staring at an oil painting on the wall: "Back when we were in the group, Yuan Chen always made mistakes in his dance. While the other teammates went to eat and sleep, I would stay in the practice room and help him correct his movements one by one. At that time, he didn't like to communicate with others, but if I took the initiative to approach him, I could always get a response. Dance moves involving physical contact could only be completed by him and me."

"So I had a misconception... that I might be different in Yuan Chen's heart."

Wen Ying understood: "Later you fell in love with him."

“Yes, that was the first mistake I made,” Shi Yuan said. “The second mistake happened on stage the night before the disbandment. I confessed to Yuan Chen. His expression was complicated. When we hugged each other with our teammates and bowed to say goodbye to the audience, Yuan Chen refused to interact with me and stood on the other side, far away from me… Looking back now, his expression at that time was probably not only surprised, but also disgusted.”

At this point, Shi Yuan glanced at Wen Ying's expression. The latter was still calmly watching him, acting as a good listener and not saying much.

Encouraged for some reason, Shi Yuan stopped choking up when he spoke and resumed his usual calm tone.

"To be honest, I can't understand how someone could change so drastically. Was it just because I got carried away and said 'I like you'? Is my 'like' some kind of virus that everyone avoids like the plague?"

Shi Yuan paused for a moment: "However, the most amazing thing is yet to come."

Wen Ying gestured for him to continue.

“Yuan Chen rejected me, but he would still text me to question why I didn’t talk to him, why I deleted his number, and even ask who the other people around me were. I found it strange and funny at the same time. This person is far too self-centered.”

“I didn’t reply to his message. A few days later, my agent called me and said that although our group contract had expired, my contract with Yuan Chen had not expired. He asked me to participate in a program and interact with Yuan Chen.”

Wen Ying chuckled: "There's actually such a contract, so you two came to participate in this program together."

“Yes, and my agent told me that Yuan Chen brought up the fact that the contract hadn’t expired.” Shi Yuan sighed. “Sister Wen Ying, do you think he’s crazy?”

Wen Ying nodded: "Something is indeed not normal. I suggest you take her to the hospital for a checkup."

The earnest tone made Shi Yuan laugh. He slumped back on the sofa, his shoulders shaking, still clutching a wad of wet tissue in his hand, completely forgetting the tears he had shed just minutes before.

"You still seem upset by his reaction," Wen Ying said softly. "Have you thought about how you're going to get along with him from now on?"

"Think about it."

Wen Ying looked at him quietly.

“All along, I thought it was Yuan Chen who trapped me in the same place. I hated his indecisiveness and his aloofness, and I also hated my own lack of determination. But now, I understand that no one has trapped me. It is I who have trapped the past Yuan Chen in my memory.”

Shi Yuan smiled easily: "As for now, let's treat it as a farewell trip. I've never been this far before, so I must have a great time."

After Shi Yuan finished speaking, he seemed to have gained a moment of relief. He sat on the sofa, turned to look at Wen Ying, and said, "Sister Wen Ying, thank you."

Wen Ying said, "I didn't do anything for you."

Shi Yuan grinned, "The moment I saw you, I felt like I had so much to say to you." Halfway through his sentence, he suddenly scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "You give me a very familiar feeling... I can't quite put my finger on it, but I feel like I've seen you somewhere before."

Wen Ying smiled and said, "Maybe it's because you've seen the movie I starred in. It might have been a tragedy, but imperfect endings always leave a deep impression."

She stood up, rummaged through her suitcase, took out a tarot deck, and placed it on the table.

Shi Yuan's eyes widened: "Hey, didn't you tell Teacher Yang Li last time that you didn't bring your tarot cards...?"

Wen Ying lowered her head and straightened the cards: "Yes, so you have to remember to keep it a secret for me."

-

Shi Yuan left half an hour later.

Wen Ying got up to see him off, and just as she opened the door, she saw someone disguised as a room service staff member.

Shen Zhu was holding a tray, with one hand making a gesture as if he was about to knock on the door.

Upon seeing Shi Yuan emerge from Wen Ying's room, Shen Zhu immediately withdrew his hand and gave Shi Yuan a cold look.

"Sister Wenying, I'm leaving now." Shi Yuan shrank his neck, waved his hand behind him, and left in a hurry without daring to raise his head.

After Shi Yuan left, Shen Zhu's scrutinizing gaze fell on Wen Ying.

"Sister Wenying." He gave a forced smile, mimicking Shi Yuan's tone with extreme indifference, "You call her so intimately."

Wen Ying had already turned around and sat down next to the sofa.

"Using their full names, how is that intimate?"

Shen Zhu closed the door, his lips pressed tightly together. "Using my full name doesn't seem very intimate, since that's what you've always called me." His dissatisfaction was obvious in his tone.

Wen Ying leaned back on the sofa, watching Shen Zhu set the table with cutlery, and asked sincerely, "Then how should I address Mr. Shen to make you happy?"

"..." Shen Zhu coldly shoved the knife and fork into her hand. "You ask me everything, but you have to figure out the solutions yourself. Also, I'm not unhappy."

Wen Ying smiled and glanced at him. Shen Zhu turned his head away indifferently, took out a thermometer from his pocket and placed it on the table.

"Take your temperature after you finish eating."

Wen Ying obediently said, "Okay, then you should go back and rest first."

Shen Zhu shifted his position slightly, but did not leave.

He looked down, his attention suddenly drawn to the tarot cards on the corner of the table, so he sat down on the sofa: "What's this?"

"Some superstitious little things just gave Shi Yuan a little fortune telling."

Shen Zhu said "Oh," and turned the small box containing the cards over and over, but did not open it.

"So that's why he contacted you earlier."

"They also talked about some other things," Wen Ying said, scooping up a spoonful of seafood soup. "Things about relationships."

"..." Shen Zhu suddenly fell silent.

Seeing him staring intently at the tarot cards, Wen Ying asked, "Do you also need guidance in life?"

Shen Zhu said, "No need." He put down what he was holding and pushed it away a little. "I've never believed in this kind of thing."

"I used to believe it."

As soon as Wen Ying finished speaking, Shen Zhu's gaze immediately fell upon her, but it wasn't one of curiosity or confusion.

He frowned briefly, a barely perceptible hint of heartache surfacing in his amber eyes.

Wen Ying suddenly paused for a moment.

Hearing Shen Zhu continue in a very low voice, "Then you must have encountered some injustice in the past."