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

When people are desperate, they often place their hopes on some vague faith.

From the very first day she came into this world, Wen Ying knew that the phrase "no way out" had nothing to do with her.

Her parents loved her, and Wen Sirang matured early on, cherishing his younger sister.

They will pave countless paths for Wen Ying's future. No matter what Wen Ying chooses, it will ultimately lead to a bright future, and she will obtain absolute happiness.

Wen Ying will only encounter some setbacks in her love life, because the world mission cannot be started for a long time, because the person she wants to win over—Shen Chi—is said to be an extremely cold person.

Wen Ying dislikes being around indifferent people, even though Shen Chi's image occasionally overlaps with her memories.

On the day she first met Shen Chi, Wen Ying asked the system in her mind if it was possible that she would encounter a familiar soul from her memories in another world.

Before the system could answer, Shen Chi turned around in the distance. Wen Ying's blood went from boiling to cooling down with just a brief glance from the other party.

Shen Chi is Shen Chi, a stranger.

[That's impossible, host.]

The system gently comforted me in my mind: "I suggest you start a new life right now. You're only in third grade; the future holds endless possibilities!"

"Infinite possibilities," Wen Ying repeated in her heart.

Nine years have passed, and the initial peace has long been worn away, replaced by boredom.

Wen Ying didn't understand the meaning of her early arrival in this world, so she asked the system. The artificial intelligence couldn't give a clear answer either, and could only repeat itself over and over, telling Wen Ying to wait.

The long years are like a hawk being trained. Wen Ying waits patiently, gradually becoming anxious and restless, until she becomes numb and weary.

Wen Ying sometimes wonders if she is being too pragmatic.

Did she come into this world just to pursue a love affair, and then leave as soon as the romance is over, without taking a single cloud with her?

But if it weren't for conquering the world, what would be the meaning of her coming into this world?

Could it really be that he wanted to experience a completely new life, to relive it all from the time he could barely speak until he was old and frail?

She sat on the swing, lost in thought, swaying listlessly, when suddenly a rustling sound came from above her head.

Wen Ying looked up and saw Shen Zhu swinging back and forth among the branches like a nimble little animal, quickly picking a large pile of lychees and sliding down the trunk with a whoosh.

He landed with perfect grace, dusted himself off his pants, turned his head, and met the gaze of Wen Ying, who was sitting on the swing in a daze.

Shen Zhu walked over, picked and chose among the pile of fruit, and finally selected a lychee with more red than green, and handed it to Wen Ying.

Wen Ying refused him, so Shen Zhu peeled the fruit himself and offered it to Wen Ying's mouth again.

Wen Ying refused again: "You didn't wash your hands."

Shen Zhu glanced at his dark palm, called over a chubby boy, and fed him lychees. The chubby boy was so grateful that he immediately tried to perform a grand ceremony.

Shen Zhu turned to Wen Ying and gave a soft "humph": "I was originally planning to help you push the swing, but I don't want to anymore."

Wen Ying gazed at him calmly, and Shen Zhu seemed hurt by this silence, his lips involuntarily turning downwards.

“I know you find me annoying. You didn’t like to talk to me when we were in kindergarten. You called other kids ‘baby’ and ‘sweetie’, but you only called me Shen Zhu.”

He raised his finger, and the lychees in his arms tumbled to the ground. Shen Zhu didn't care and made the coldest vow in a heartless tone: "I will never call you sister again, I will never bother you again, and I will never like you again."

Wen Ying said, "Oh, whatever."

That was the smallest fragment of her long memory.

Wen Ying was once convinced that Shen Zhu was the most insignificant child in her life, mischievous, without any merits, and easily forgotten.

Wen Ying wouldn't shed tears just because a third-grade student wanted to break off their friendship, nor would she focus her attention on someone she had no connection with.

Shen Zhu is Shen Zhu, just like Shen Chi, an ordinary stranger who is not worth Wen Ying's attention.

She studied step by step, grew up again, became a good child in the eyes of her parents and teachers, and searched for the strength to support herself in the new beginning of her life, almost becoming a philosopher.

What is the purpose of living? What is the meaning of existence?

Wen Ying believes that life has no inherent meaning; meaning is created.

However, the system dragged her into a pre-planned storyline, requiring her to live her life within a predetermined ending.

Wen Ying lost the ability to create, and perhaps also the ability to love.

So when Shen Zhu caught up with her and told her that he had decided to withdraw that childish vow, Wen Ying remained calm.

"Okay, whatever."

"What does 'whatever' mean?" Thirteen-year-old Shen was growing taller and taller, wearing the school's uniform and leather shoes. He was clean and tidy, like a tall sapling.

His fingers, which were hooked around Wen Ying's schoolbag, were also fair and slender. His eyes were lowered, and he was determined to get an answer.

Wen Ying's mouth moved, but Shen Zhu suddenly didn't want her answer and said first, "Whatever, means whatever I want."

"We're friends again now," he announced with a smile. "Wait for me after school."

Wen Ying certainly wouldn't wait for him, because the Wen family would send a driver over early on, and Shen Zhu would also take his own family's car to and from school.

However, he strictly adhered to the principle of doing what he said. As soon as the bell rang, he immediately picked up his packed schoolbag and walked a short distance alongside Wen Ying.

They could only walk together for five minutes, following the flow of people from the classroom door to the flower bed.

When Shen Zhu could see the two families' cars in the distance, he would shut his incessant mouth and walk away silently as if he didn't know Wen Ying.

No matter when he shut up or his explanations, Wen Ying pretended not to know him not because Shen Zhu was cowardly, but because he didn't want to cause trouble for her.

"I think I'm a bad kid." Shen Zhu said with a silly grin beside her, "Your family doesn't like me, but your dog is very close to me. Why is that? Was I a dog in my past life?"

Wen Ying said, "I don't know, whatever, it has nothing to do with this life anyway."

Shen Zhu said, "Okay, I also think that the concept of past and present lives is just a legend."

He took Wen Ying's heavy schoolbag and carried it on his shoulder. Although he could only carry it for five minutes, his pace was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes walking and sometimes stopping. He would occasionally approach Wen Ying, smiling and talking to himself.

Wen Ying let him linger in her world, coming and going, hiding and dodging, letting him be sad and happy, casting some inexplicable glances at her.

Shen Zhu's youth was drenched in a long, drizzling rain because of Wen Ying, but Wen Ying was oblivious, immersed in her own pain.

At the age of sixteen, Wen Ying revised her life motto to hedonism.

Since she was already there, she decided to accept everything that was gradually happening to her, accept her predetermined fate, and accept Shen Zhu's further estrangement.

Being pragmatic is fine; even though she hasn't turned eighteen yet, she's already busy getting to know Shen Chi and making plans for the future.

She tried every means to find out information from various sources and learned that Shen Chi and Wen Sirang attended the same middle school, and that they were the top students in their respective arts and science classes.

She knew that Shen Chi liked desserts, but he particularly disliked milk, even fruit-flavored milk, because he was lactose intolerant and would faint like he was drunk if he drank milk.

She knew that Shen Chi's attire consisted entirely of black and white, year-round, without even gray, making him a true example of asexuality...

News about Shen Chi came to Wen Ying from all directions like snowflakes, burying her heavily.

Wen Ying was so numbly absorbed in her own world that she didn't notice the person who had always been by her side had already disappeared.

They didn't even notice that Shen Zhu had also become taciturn; the two of them hadn't spoken to each other for a very long time.

As Shen Zhu grew, he grew tall and slender amidst the pain of bone growth, transforming into a cold and imposing figure.

He threw away his brightly colored coat and spent all his time wrapped in dull black, burying himself in his studies and working tirelessly day and night to become second in his grade.

During the exam, the person behind her accidentally dropped their pen on the ground several times. Wen Ying was so disturbed by the noise that she had to turn around and only then realized what had happened.

It turned out that the person sitting behind me was Shen Zhu.