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

Wen Ying gazed at Shen Zhu with an almost loving look, so focused that she didn't realize that the hand she was holding had already taken over.

Shen Zhu gripped her wrist tightly, his five distinct fingers squeezing into Wen Ying's fingers one by one, fitting together perfectly, looking intimately close.

It wasn't until Shen Zhu's other hand reached out hesitantly that Wen Ying realized what was happening and patted the back of his hand.

With a crisp "smack," a red mark was left on the back of Shen Zhu's hand, and Wen Ying also felt a numbness in her palm.

But she remained serious: "What are you doing?"

"..." Shen Zhu curled his fingers slightly, feeling guilty, and said, "Let's compare sizes."

He can spout nonsense with ease now, which doesn't surprise Wen Ying at all. She observes the expression on Shen Zhu's face.

It was obvious that Shen Zhu had feelings for her. Ever since kindergarten, he had been like a little shadow, stubbornly following Wen Ying wherever she went.

But Wen Ying wasn't sure how long this goodwill would last, or whether it could be considered a particularly deep affection.

Without numerical data or experience, Wen Ying was unable to hear Shen Zhu's inner thoughts this time, letting the sweetness and bitterness spread through her heart.

They were honest with each other in their pursuit of love, and both sides were fair.

However, the missing four years also lingered between the two of them. Large blank spaces were like the blank lines in a reading comprehension question. Wen Ying could fill in the answers by herself, but she couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't lose points.

What if she misunderstands? What if Shen Zhu really only sees her as an older sister or an idol...?

Wen Ying's heartbeat always rose with their first kiss at seventeen, only to plummet at the very peak.

What if Shen Zhu is a die-hard fan? Fans also have the urge to get close to their idols.

As for the relationship between the older sister and younger brother... Wen Sirang kissed Wen Ying's cheek when she was little.

I can't figure it out, I'm not sure.

Wen Ying is a good student, but she lacks the confidence to answer the right question in love as well.

Just as I was thinking about it, the doorbell rang.

Shen Zhu deliberately blew a lot of air onto the back of his hand that had been slapped red, as if it hurt a lot, which earned him a glare from Wen Ying.

Shen Zhu smiled faintly: "I'll go open the door."

He stood up and walked towards the door, while Wen Ying remained seated, tidying up the mess on the table.

She wiped the table clean with a wet wipe, then put the tarot cards back into her suitcase. She glanced at the door and saw that Shen Zhu had only opened it a very narrow crack, with his entire body blocking the gap.

"No, we're going to bed."

Wen Ying had just walked over when she heard Shen Zhu say this.

Her eyelids twitched, and she grabbed Shen Zhu's clothes and pulled him back. Sure enough, Shi Yuan, who was standing outside the door, widened his eyes and opened his mouth into an "O" shape.

"You...you guys?" Shi Yuan was good at grasping the key points.

Wen Ying glanced to the side and saw that Shen Zhu was holding back his laughter. He clearly wanted to laugh, but under Wen Ying's intimidating presence, he could only keep pressing his lips down.

"That was just a slip of the tongue," Shen Zhu said calmly. "What I meant was—I'm very tired, and Wen Ying is also feeling unwell, so we've decided to go back to our rooms to rest."

"..." Wen Ying pushed him aside again and looked at Shi Yuan, "Never mind him, what do you want to see me about?"

"The PD said that the wind isn't too strong outside right now, and since the guests are in a good, harmonious atmosphere, we can record a short clip of them watching the aurora, so he asked me to come and call you guys," Shi Yuan said, his curious gaze still shifting between the two of them.

Wen Ying knew he had fallen into Shen Zhu's trap.

Shen Zhu personally created a scandal and then brazenly blocked Wen Ying's door, making it hard not to speculate.

Wen Ying was also caught up in the speculation, completely baffled by the trap Shen Zhu had set. What did he mean by saying that? Wasn't he afraid of causing misunderstandings?

"Sister Wenying, are you really going to rest?" Shi Yuan was still eagerly waiting for an answer.

"Of course not, I'll pack up and head over." Wen Ying snapped out of her daze, smiled at Shi Yuan, politely saw him off, and then closed the door.

As she rummaged through her suitcase for a thicker coat and put it on, Shen Zhu came over and helped her fold the collar out of the coat.

Wen Ying's attention began to wander again as he carefully tidied her clothes. Shen Zhu must really like her, otherwise why would he tidy her clothes so gently?

However, he always seemed to have a strong service mentality. Shen Zhu held multiple positions, including room allocation butler and cleaning the villa's plants. Adding the role of a fashion stylist was not unusual for him.

“Actually, we can take leave. You’re not fully recovered from your illness yet.” Shen Zhu picked up the tray on the table, opened the door, and said, “Let’s sneak away later.”

"If things don't go well, does that mean you'll never participate in the recording again?" Wen Ying turned to look at him. "Director Wen will lose everything."

"He won't lose money." Shen Zhu muttered something behind her, but his voice was deliberately lowered so Wen Ying couldn't hear him.

The filming location was a beach not far from the hotel, a ten-minute drive away.

The group sat in the car, and the PD kept nagging beside them: "I didn't mean to disturb your sleep. It was a last resort to shoot tonight. There might be a blizzard in a few days, and today is a rare sunny day..."

Seeing Yuan Chen leaning against the car window, half asleep, the PD frantically gestured to Shi Yuan, telling him to wake him up.

Shi Yuan reluctantly slapped Yuan Chen hard on the head.

Yuan Chen: "..." He sat up straight abruptly amidst confusion and pain.

The PD coughed loudly: "Anyway, everyone, wake up and cheer up! Let's try to finish in one take!" He then raised his fist and made a gesture of encouragement.

Yang Li crossed her arms and muttered, "What's the point of filming a variety show in one continuous shot? It's not like it's a movie."

Guo Jingye: "You talk like you've made movies." Her sudden remark startled everyone.

Yang Li turned around indignantly: "Ah, right, I've never made a movie, but that's still better than some people who have been in the industry for ten years and are still nobodies."

Guo Jingye rolled her eyes coldly.

No one knew why the two of them suddenly started arguing, and in just a few words, the temperature inside the car dropped sharply.

The PD's mouth, which had been grinning from ear to ear, drooped, and his fake smile turned into genuine sadness.

"I told you, we shouldn't have named our show that way in the first place, but Director Wen just wouldn't listen." The PD whispered to Xiao Wu, "Now look what's happened. I can't even imagine what kind of storm this will cause when it airs."

Xiao Wu: "There's no need to be so pessimistic..." His gaze swept back and forth among the silent people in the car, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Wen Ying and Shen Zhu—they're so friendly! PD, believe in yourself, we're on the right track!"