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

As he turned seventeen in his second year of high school, Shen Zhu's ranking slowly rose like the tide, gradually closing the gap with the first place and sitting behind Wen Ying with an eight-point difference.

The walk from the classroom door to the flower bed was shortened to three minutes, but they never walked together again.

Shen Zhu made new friends and was surrounded by admirers as he walked toward the school gate. He no longer needed to pretend that he was unfamiliar with Wen Ying, but had truly become a stranger to her.

Wen Ying overheard someone joking about Shen Zhu.

"Is Young Master Shen about to start dating? I saw the most beautiful girl in the art class give you a love letter this morning!"

"Who says sending love letters equals dating? There are so many people pursuing Shen Zhu, he must have to spend more time choosing."

"Oh... what kind of girl does Shen Zhu like?"

The sound grew closer and closer, passing by Wen Ying.

"Whatever, just go with your gut feeling."

Shen Zhu spoke without any emotion; he doesn't smile much anymore.

"But don't be too indifferent; the people I like need to be able to see me."

As they walked away, Wen Ying heard someone shouting that Shen Zhu's range was too broad, encompassing an area of ​​a hundred miles or so, all of whom were his ideal types.

Gradually, I couldn't hear what they were saying anymore.

Wen Ying looked away and realized for the first time that she had been staring at Shen Zhu's back for so long.

In the time that followed, Shen Zhu showed her his back more often.

He and a group of people were playing basketball on the playground. The basketball hit the backboard, flew over the fence, and landed at Wen Ying's feet.

Shen Zhu mocked his friend for his terrible skills. He was closest to the door and turned to run towards Wen Ying.

The moment Shen Zhu met Wen Ying's gaze, the mockery in his expression vanished, and the amber lake became calm and still.

He glanced at her expressionlessly, then turned away again.

Shen Zhu's friend said, "What are you doing? Have you seen a ghost?"

Shen Zhu shook his head with his back to Wen Ying and said something in a low voice.

A few seconds later, Shen Zhu's friend ran out and looked at Wen Ying with a surprised gaze several times, almost making Wen Ying feel irritable before taking the basketball back.

Wen Ying also saw that figure on her way to school.

She sat in the car, slowly moving along with the crowded traffic. Shen Zhu rode past on his bicycle, his school uniform jacket open, letting in the free wind.

Wen Ying couldn't remember when he started riding his bicycle to school alone, instead of being a naive young master who was driven around by a chauffeur as before.

Shen Zhu didn't need the protection of his family to quickly transform himself. The childishness in his eyes and brows faded away, and he faced the storms of the world with a sharper edge.

They also rejected the warmly offered umbrellas with a more distant tone.

"Thank you, but no need." Under the dripping eaves, their conversation consisted of only five words.

Shen Zhu stared ahead. He had grown very tall, and Wen Ying, standing beside him, could only see his jawline, which was taut and cold.

One step forward and there was a torrential downpour, the rain forming a curtain that almost tore the sky apart.

Shen Zhu had repeatedly run into obstacles with Wen Ying, and finally lost his courage in the face of her indifference. He stopped this one-sided pursuit and rushed into the torrential rain without looking back.

Wen Ying silently lowered the umbrella she was holding.

That's fine, it's nothing, she thought to herself.

She didn't care at all, and she wouldn't be sad about losing a little tail that she didn't like.

But Wen Sirang didn't think so.

The blood relative placed her hand on Wen Ying's forehead. Wen Sirang's eyes were filled with worry, and he asked with concern, "Sister, are you sick? I feel like you haven't been in a good mood lately."

Not recently, but all along.

Wen Sirang noticed something amiss when Wen Ying remained silent. He had never seen a child who was unhappy from birth.

Wen Ying's precociousness did not bring comfort to her parents, but rather worry and anxiety.

Wen Sirang tried his best to relieve Wen Ying's pressure, telling her that it didn't matter if she handed in a blank paper or got a zero score. Even if Wen Ying gave up studying and became obsessed with skipping classes to play games, she would still be the cutest little girl in Wen Sirang's heart.

“Look at Shen Zhu, he’s been a troublemaker since he was a child, and he’s caused countless problems. Shen Chi still willingly goes to his parent-teacher conferences and cleans up his messes.” Wen Sirang encouraged her, “It’s okay if you’re as naughty as Shen Zhu.”

Wen Ying initially didn't react, just absentmindedly working on her problem while holding her pen, but upon hearing this, she was suddenly struck by a laugh.

“Brother, Shen Zhu isn’t a bad kid anymore.” Her voice was tinged with laughter. “He’s in second place now.”

"..." Wen Sirang choked up, then suggested another possibility, "So you're worried about him catching up with you?"

Worried about being caught up by Shen Zhu? Not at all.

Wen Ying knew from a young age that she could get first place without hard work or effort.

Because this world is like a virtual game to her, Wen Ying has mastered the strategy early on and is just waiting for the mission to start so she can clear the game immediately.

Wen Sirang, however, had no idea of ​​Wen Ying's identity, nor did he know that Wen Ying was just a game player who had intruded without permission.

He would spend a lot of time studying adolescent psychology to speculate on Wen Ying's inner world and struggle with whether or not to take Wen Ying to see a psychologist.

In the end, they each compromised. Wen Ying refused to see a psychologist and instead boarded Wen Sirang's private jet to take a long vacation and travel all over the world.

They flew over plains and snow-capped mountains, skimmed over the equator and straits, and encountered a soothsayer in a foreign land who claimed to be a prophet and was said to be very accurate in the local area.

Wen Sirang tried it out with some skepticism, and soon he walked out of the room with exclamations of admiration, encouraging Wen Ying to also experience the charm of divination.

Wen Ying pushed open the dark wooden door of the divination hut, and the small room was filled with the scent of musk and herbs.

The elderly fortune teller sat at a table covered in mottled marks, his cloudy eyes fixed on a shimmering crystal ball.

She raised her face to Wen Ying and spoke in the same hoarse voice: "What's troubling you, you worried girl?"

Wen Ying sat down in front of her.

"I will enter the entertainment industry when I am eighteen and become a singer. I will fall in love with a man named Shen Chi, but it will be difficult for him to fall in love with me. I will try everything, even if it means using deception, to win his love. Eventually, we will get married. I will stop singing and focus on being a virtuous wife. Marriage and children will make me willing to stay and spend the rest of my life in his world."

Wen Ying spoke clearly and fluently, slowly and unhurriedly, as if she had repeated a few lines of text thousands of times, thus making them unforgettable.

The fortune teller pondered for a long time, gazing intently at Wen Ying; his silence spoke volumes.

The fortune teller stroked the crystal ball in his hand: "The path that extends from where you stand right now, leading to your predetermined fate, we call destiny."

Wen Ying smiled.

Her gaze swept past those old, cloudy eyes, and then over the messy cards and crystals on the table, finally landing on the stained-glass window behind the fortune teller, where a corner was broken.

A sliver of sunlight shone through there.

“If life has no awareness, it can only reincarnate, endlessly cycling along paths that have already been observed,” Wen Ying said softly, as if talking to herself.

She smiled at the fortune teller, then pushed open the door and left.

Wen Sirang waited outside: "So, is it approved or not?"

Wen Ying shook her head, her smile still on her face: "I'm probably still confused. Let's try another one."

The plan to travel around the world fell through. Wen Sirang couldn't understand why Wen Ying was suddenly so keen on fortune telling, but at her request, he contacted fortune tellers of all levels, big and small, who knew how to do divination.

They wandered in foreign lands and then returned to familiar soil. Wen Ying repeated the words she had memorized hundreds of times.

Whether it's a cloaked witch, an astrologer, or even a Taoist priest or a kind-faced Buddhist invited by Wen Sirang, the answer is always the same.

"Fate," they said.

With voices that were old and frail or youthful and tender, and with deep sighs, they repeatedly advised Wen Ying to believe in fate.

She must fall in love with Shen Chi, she must follow the plot, and there is only one path under her feet. Only by fulfilling God's will can Wen Ying reach the most perfect ending.