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

Why do I feel like you're always staring at me blankly lately?

A slightly disgruntled voice came from above.

Wen Ying looked up and saw that Shen Zhu had moved closer and closer to her. If Wen Ying moved her arm, she could touch his knee.

So she actually touched it, but before she could even experience the feel of it, Shen Zhu suddenly shook his leg, knocking her hand away.

"I won't let you touch it." Shen Zhu said with a blank face.

Wen Ying: "..." If you don't want to give it, then don't. Shen Zhu's knees are like hard iron blocks, they feel terrible to the touch, so Wen Ying disdains to touch them.

"Staring blankly again." Shen Zhu was even more dissatisfied. He waved his hand in front of her and held up two fingers. "You've already ignored two of my questions."

"..." Wen Ying recalled what he had just asked and answered the first question, "There's nothing to feel wronged about. Anyway, it's all in the past, it's not a big deal."

Shen Zhu looked at her with a scrutinizing gaze, and after holding back for a while, he couldn't hold back his words: "You never tell me anything. In your heart, am I always just a child? There's only an eight-minute difference between us, not eight years."

Wen Ying followed his lead and said, "Of course not. I know you're twenty-one this year, and I even bought you a birthday present."

Shen Zhu immediately sat up straight: "...You bought me a gift?" His expression changed several times, showing some suspicion. "How come I didn't know? You didn't tell me."

"Because I don't have your contact information," Wen Ying said helplessly, "so I can only do what your fans do and send the gift to your studio address."

"..." Shen Zhu stopped talking, but his body began to move around, his long legs going down and then crossing over, looking somewhat anxious.

His restless appearance reminded Wen Ying of the day he hitched a ride with her.

Wen Ying kindly suggested, "Why don't you stand up and walk around a bit? This room is big enough to fit you."

Shen Zhu automatically ignored her teasing and turned his face away, but what he cared about was something else: "What...did you buy for me back then? I might have opened it and looked at it."

Wen Ying didn't answer immediately: "Your fans must have sent you a lot of gifts, right? Did you open every single one?"

“Of course.” Shen Zhu said without hesitation, “Liking something is very precious, so I cherish every bit of liking I receive.”

Wen Ying looked at his serious expression and suddenly laughed.

The smile seemed out of nowhere, and Shen Zhu unconsciously touched the back of his neck, remaining seated and motionless: "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

"No."

"Then why did you look at me like that..." Shen Zhu muttered, looking down. "I thought you thought I was childish again."

Wen Ying said, "I don't think you're childish." She picked up her knife and fork again; she had been chatting with Shen Zhu for so long that the food in front of her was almost cold.

Shen Zhu sat beside her, watching her eat.

About three minutes later, he suddenly spoke up: "A hoodie, is that right?"

Wen Ying, with spaghetti stuffed in her mouth and not yet having swallowed, looked up.

Her lips puffed out, and Shen Zhu's expression softened as he became excited again because he had guessed the correct answer.

“A puppy hoodie,” he said confidently. “The one I wore yesterday.”

Wen Ying nodded under his gaze.

Shen Zhu's eyes lit up, and he smiled, "I'm starting to believe... that you like puppies."

Seeing his smile brightened Wen Ying's mood, and she lowered her head to continue eating the dinner she hadn't finished.

But Shen Zhu chuckled to himself for a few seconds before his expression suddenly changed, turning from sunny to cloudy: "Why did you buy me a puppy hoodie? You still treat me like a child."

"..." Wen Ying almost choked on her own words, wondering what illness this ancestor had suddenly developed this time.

Shen Zhu persisted, "It's always like this. Even though it's only an eight-minute difference, I feel like I can never catch up with you."

Wen Ying lost her appetite because of him, turned around and looked him straight in the eyes: "Why are you pursuing me?"

"..." Shen Zhu was strangely silent for a long time before slowly speaking, "Because, because you are my... idol."

Wen Ying was shocked. She never expected that after hesitating for so long, he would come up with such a strange answer.

She looked at him with complicated emotions. For a moment, Wen Ying almost wanted to crack open Shen Zhu's head to see what was inside.

It's strange and peculiar, like a bubble machine. It looks dreamy and colorful, but it's actually all show and no substance; it bursts as soon as you poke it.

Although Shen Zhu was not in the right and lacked confidence, he was still able to stand up straight and continue to question: "You still haven't said what I am in your heart."

Wen Ying squinted and gritted her teeth: "Little brother."

She spent a long time picking through the answers and finally chose the one that Shen Zhu was least willing to hear.

Sure enough, Shen Zhu's hair stood on end: "Brother? What kind of older sister never talks to her younger brother? Would you cut off contact with Wen Sirang for four years?"

Wen Ying said, "Of course not." She then added, "Even if you have a pet, not contacting it for four years is the same as abandoning it."

Shen Zhu nodded in agreement, saying, "Yes, yes, this is bad behavior."

The next second, he felt a chill beside him, as if two thousand tons of Siberian snow had been stuffed into the fireplace in an instant. Shen Zhu realized something was wrong and tried to back away, but Wen Ying grabbed his collar.

Wen Ying sneered: "Why don't you try to recall who abandoned whom first?"

Shen Zhu froze on the spot.

Wen Ying knelt on his thigh with one leg. Seeing that he kept his mouth tightly shut, she patted his face and commanded, "Speak."

Shen Zhu opened his mouth, and Wen Ying pressed herself against him, waiting patiently for a while, but he was like a rusty toy, unable to make a sound.

"You said I have things I don't tell you, but Shen Zhu, it seems you're also hiding secrets from me."

Wen Ying suddenly let go of his hand, composed herself, got off Shen Zhu, and sat back down in her original seat.

"Perhaps we don't trust each other as much as we think," Wen Ying said slowly, drawing a conclusion.

"..." Shen Zhu finally reacted, raised his hand, slid it across the back of Wen Ying's hand, and grabbed the corner of her sleeve.

"That's not how it is." He lowered his eyes, seemingly wanting to explain, but not knowing where to begin.

There was something blocking their path, something invisible and unknown, which Wen Ying could not see through.

Wen Ying looked down at the hand resting on her sleeve. It was so close to her warm skin, yet Shen Zhu froze, unable to move forward.

"It's okay, it's not too late."

Wen Ying suddenly smiled, and under Shen Zhu's somewhat stunned gaze, she grasped his fingers in return, "Perhaps we can take our time to consider it and think about it slowly."

Shen Zhu gave Wen Ying too much time.

In those years of drizzling rain and the bittersweet adolescence covered in moss, Wen Ying hurried forward, busy contemplating the fog-shrouded life.

She thought she would get lost, but there was a voice always behind her, and someone who would always chase after her.

Now, Wen Ying wants to give him more time. This time, she wants to make a more resolute choice.