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

It was a month later when I returned to school.

It happened to be the monthly exam, and Wen Ying only brought a pencil case. She pushed open the door and entered five minutes into the Chinese exam, and sat down in front of Shen Zhu.

She sat down very quietly, but it still startled the person behind her. Shen Zhu's pen slipped from his hand and rolled under Wen Ying's table.

Wen Ying bent down, picked up the pen that was still warm from Shen Zhu's palm, and placed it on the table behind her.

"Thank you," Shen Zhu said from behind her.

The proctor strolled past slowly, and Wen Ying's gaze returned to the exam paper. She heard the person behind her speak again, but her emotions were unreadable.

"...I thought you wouldn't come back."

Wen Ying was stunned, not understanding what Shen Zhu's seemingly random words meant.

Is it regret that Wen Ying didn't miss the exam, and that Shen Zhu still needs to work hard to get the first place? Or is it lamenting that Wen Ying suddenly disappeared for so long, and that Shen Zhu almost forgot about her?

Wen Ying's writing became slower and slower until she finally stopped, staring at a wrong word on the test paper for a long time before she realized it.

I realized that I had been pondering Shen Zhu's words for so long without even realizing it.

It was just an ordinary sentence, with no extra meaning whatsoever.

Shen Zhu was just an ordinary stranger, like most people in the world, not worth Wen Ying's attention for even a second.

Driven by an unknown impulse, Wen Ying turned around, her lips curving into a smile: "Shen Zhu, surpass me."

She no longer wanted to be a silent, insurmountable wall in Shen Zhu's world.

The wall can only remain in place, standing firm against the wind and rain.

Wen Ying didn't want to stay in the same place; Wen Ying wanted freedom.

-

After experiencing hundreds of fortune-telling sessions, Wen Ying also learned to use tarot cards to help other teenagers of similar age solve their problems.

Because of her accurate predictions, Wen Ying gained considerable fame at the school, and even followers from other schools came to her seeking guidance on their naive love.

"demon."

Wen Ying tapped the card with one hand, and sighed as she looked at the girl's expectant expression. "Your heart is still conflicted and struggling, but it's better to cut your losses now than to withdraw now and hurt each other later."

“Okay, Master.” The girl said, her eyes brimming with tears.

Just as Wen Ying was about to say a few words of comfort to her, the girl mentioned the name of another male classmate and said shyly, "I'll find someone else. What do you think of this person's compatibility with me? He's very handsome."

"..." Wen Ying's expression froze for a moment. She didn't expect this girl to change boyfriends as quickly as she changed her face.

But she was a professional and would never laugh unless absolutely necessary. Wen Ying kept a straight face, straightened the cards, and gestured for the girl to draw again.

While waiting, a soft sneer suddenly came from behind me.

Wen Ying turned her head away. Shen Zhu leaned against the podium, looking down at her, and had been watching for an unknown amount of time.

"Do you want to be included too?" Wen Ying asked politely.

It had been a while since Wen Ying had seen his face clearly, and she was about to take a closer look to see if there were any new changes when Shen Zhu turned his head away in a second, looking very disdainful.

“No need.” He had his back to her, showing her only the dark back of his head. “I’ve never believed in such things.”

Shen Zhu spoke with an air of nonchalance, refusing to accept so-called faith, and even less believing in fate or gods.

He follows his own will, like an untamed wind.

Shen Zhu's attitude was as unpredictable as the wind. He perfectly imitated the aloofness he had learned from Wen Ying, sometimes getting close and sometimes distancing himself, all according to his own will.

They even learned to play pranks.

On the first night of her "no" conversation with her online friend, Wen Ying knew exactly who this person with the strange attitude on the other end of the phone was.

Although she didn't know how Shen Chi's account ended up in Shen Zhu's hands, Wen Ying could see Shen Zhu's shadow on the cold screen with just a single punctuation mark.

Thinking back on her past enthusiasm for Shen Chi and her neglect of Shen Zhu, Wen Ying pondered for a long time, unsure of Shen Zhu's role-playing intentions, and even less able to guess whether it would develop into a premeditated revenge.

It turns out that when facing Shen Zhu, she also felt worried, uneasy, and uncertain.

These genuine joys and sorrows all occurred in the instant Wen Ying gazed at Shen Zhu.

Wen Ying had been numb for so long that she didn't realize that the seed buried in her heart had sprouted and grown into a towering tree.

It turns out that numbness comes at a price.

She almost lost Shen Zhu.

-

On the night of the group outing, the waves crashed on the beach.

Shen Zhu was like a piece of candy wrapped in sweetness, his light-colored pupils shimmering with allure, making Wen Ying want to taste him.

So, ignoring the system's warning tone, he lowered his head and kissed her deeply.

Why can't I like Shen Zhu?

Why follow the predetermined path?

Why must we submit to so-called fate?

All the so-called gods in this world, all the divination and fortune-telling, all the admonitions or warnings, are all forcing Wen Ying to submit.

Wen Ying was afraid of giving in, so she chose to escape, ignoring happiness and love, becoming a coward who dared not touch cotton.

For three minutes and forty-one seconds, their lips met, and Shen Zhu's grip on Wen Ying's hand went from trembling to firm.

Wen Ying was drowning in his kiss, and also choked by fear. But when the kiss ended, she leaned against Shen Zhu's arms, and apart from her chaotic breathing, all around was quiet.

Nothing happened, and no punishment was served.

The gods seemed to have closed their eyes, failing to notice that such insignificant humans had dared to act so audaciously and rebelliously.

From that moment on, Wen Ying decided to go astray.

She wanted to make a movie with Shen Zhu when she was seventeen, so she didn't want to be a singer who could only stand on stage at eighteen. Instead, she accepted Director Wen's invitation to become an actress.

Ironically, even after becoming an actor, the plot didn't stop moving forward.

It moved; the progress bar was dragged to 10%.

[Maybe it's because you've also entered the entertainment industry. Well, actors can become singers in the future! Besides, there's not much difference between eighteen and seventeen... Once you stop liking Shen Zhu, you can fall in love with him...]

The system's explanation became stammering, nonsensical, and full of loopholes, and Wen Ying impatiently slapped it back into the depths of her consciousness.

It could no longer make a sound; it could not chatter in Wen Ying's mind unless she wanted to hear it.

In the seventeenth year of training the eagle, it broke free of control, and new flesh and blood grew on its wings.

Wen Ying no longer believed anything the system said; she felt completely at peace.

With her own will returning to her body, Wen Ying was no longer numb or unable to perceive anything. The train derailed, and the possibility of reincarnation was broken.

It turns out that God is not omnipotent.

For the first time, Wen Ying realized with absolute clarity—

God... might be lying.