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

Unlike the silence that followed confrontations with others, Wen Ying and Shen Zhu maintained their own distinct boundary.

The two-seater is like a transparent shell, enclosing only the two of them in the middle, while everyone else is placed on the outside.

Wen Ying looked out the window. Tonight, the Milky Way was brilliant, surrounded by a light green aurora-like ribbon.

Although Wen Ying has been traveling all over the country in recent years, most of the time is for filming. This is the first time she has gone on a long trip for the purpose of tourism.

Various scenes flashed past the car window and lingered briefly in Wen Ying's eyes. She felt very calm inside, not a calm without any waves, but rather a tranquility after seeing the vastness of the world.

Wen Ying suddenly understood what Shen Zhu always liked to say: "Go out for a walk, go out into the world."

When you take a walk, your gloomy mood will dissipate in the wind.

A "click" sound came from beside my ear. The sound was originally very faint, but the car was so quiet that it was easy to catch.

Wen Ying turned her face away. Shen Zhu, holding a camera, showed no sign of panic at being caught. He smiled at Wen Ying and calmly showed her the photos he had just taken.

"It's a great shot, isn't it?"

Wen Ying stared at it for a second, then nodded. Shen Zhu moved his finger and switched to the next photo.

Several photos in a row feature Wen Ying, leaning against the car window, her profile obscured by the blurry background, giving her the look of an old movie.

Wen Ying promptly offered her praise: "I never expected you to have such a talent for photography."

Shen Zhu's tail immediately perked up: "There's a lot you don't know."

Wen Ying felt that he was really easily flattered, and his tone was somewhat arrogant when he spoke.

She couldn't help but laugh. Looking to the side, she saw that the person next to her had already lowered his head, repeatedly admiring the photos he had just taken. He looked very absorbed and focused, as if he were the protagonist in the photos.

However, when Yang Li peeked over, wanting to take advantage of the excitement to see what photographer Shen's masterpiece was all about, Shen Zhu quickly snapped out of his immersive state and seemingly unintentionally placed his hand on the top of the screen.

Yang Li complained that he was stingy: "Why won't you show me? You can send the photos to Wen Ying later, and she can use them as her inventory for promotional purposes. She'll just post them to her fans anyway."

Shen Zhu automatically blocked out the sounds behind him and said to Wen Ying, "The stars outside are so bright."

"Yes."

Shen Zhu added, "I want to keep the photos myself."

Wen Ying looked at him: "Why are you keeping it?"

Shen Zhu met her gaze, a fleeting smile passing through his eyes like a shooting star.

“Oh, I’ll sell it for money.” He put the camera back in his bag. “Then one day I’ll be completely bankrupt, living in a dilapidated little house in the wind and rain, worrying about milk and bread, starving and freezing, when I suddenly remember that I have an exclusive photo of a famous movie star in the camera. That’s how you saved my life.”

Wen Ying listened quietly to his fabrication: Shen Zhu going bankrupt and suffering from hunger and cold was simply a fantasy.

However, she habitually went along with him, and said with a smile, "You only thought of selling my photos when you were desperate. You're so kind. Now I believe you're my fan."

The two of them were having a great time, which the PD noticed and captured on camera.

The PD stroked his chin, full of relief: "Fortunately, Director Wen was wise enough to invite Shen Zhu and Wen Yinglai to save the day, otherwise the money our program earned wouldn't even be enough to pay the post-production team's salaries."

Xiao Wu also stared at the screen and nodded repeatedly: "You're right, the affection between them is almost overflowing the screen—not a second, not a single second needs to be cut."

As they approached the filming location, the mission card that Shen Zhu had been carrying finally came in handy.

If the PD hadn't reminded them, they would have almost forgotten about the card.

"Ahem, shall I read it?" There seemed to be words written on the task card. Shen Zhu glanced at it, and for some reason, his expression became slightly unnatural.

Wen Ying then extended her hand to him: "Then I'll do it."

Shen Zhu didn't hand over the card, but instead put Wen Ying's hand into her own pocket: "Never mind, didn't you say your throat was sore...? Your hands are so cold."

In the end, it was Shen Zhu who read the text on the task card. It was only a few sentences long, and the task was not complicated. It could be completed in the car.

"Life is a long journey, with the changing seasons. Some people walk through the bright spring alone, some wave goodbye to the fading summer, and some discover new treasures in the heavy autumn."

At this point, Shen Zhu paused, and his speech slowed down: "There are also people who, on a winter day when a blizzard suddenly descends, reunite with the past."

Wen Ying's thoughts also paused. In those brief seconds, her memory returned to that snowy afternoon when Shen Zhu's car broke down, forcing him to ask her for help.

Wen Ying felt that a long time had passed since the day they reunited, but in reality, they had been separated for much longer, and had only been talking to each other for two days.

What is the meaning of travel? Please write down your answer.

The staff handed out finely crafted cards at the right time, distributing them one by one: "We need original answers, no copying from each other."

Yang Li scoffed, "What's so great about this? It's like you're saying that no one here has ever learned how to write an essay." With that, she was the first to put the pen cap back on and hand the card back.

"The answers we wrote will be released later, right?" Shi Yuan suddenly asked.

The PD nodded, and Shi Yuan said "Oh," followed by several apologies. He then asked a staff member to replace the card with a new one.

The others quickly finished writing their answers, which were then collected by the staff and placed into a uniquely designed card holder, the outer shell of which looked somewhat like a notebook from their student days.

Wen Ying stared at the card album, and Shen Zhu moved closer to her, suddenly saying, "Yearbook."

Wen Ying was taken aback.

He then said, "Um...you never invited me to write it."

He spoke in a low voice, close to her ear, as if telling her a secret that only the two of them could hear, a memory of their shared, regretful adolescence.

Wen Ying also lowered her voice, speaking slowly and deliberately: "You never invited me either."

Shen Zhu suddenly laughed: "Because I've never bought it." His shoulders trembled, as if he had successfully pulled off another prank.

Wen Ying reached out and punched him lightly, which made Shen Zhu's smile widen, and even his recitation of the script became more emotional.

"The meaning of travel may be to see the world's many landscapes, to hear the voices in unknown corners, to travel thousands of miles, or to look up at this moment... and there you are by my side."

Let's get through the winter.

He said, "This is a road leading to spring and summer; may you find your own answer."