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

The filming continued until the early hours of the morning, and everyone was so sleepy they could barely keep their eyes open.

On the way back, Shen Zhu's seat was moved to the side of the car window.

The PD originally wanted to film some behind-the-scenes footage of this scene. Shen Zhu is good-looking, and when he sits by the window, he automatically blends into the scenery outside, which will definitely bring a lot of viewership to the show.

But as soon as he touched his seat, he tilted his head to the side, closed his eyes, and like the other guests, his fate remained unknown.

The PD had no choice but to ask the cameraman to take a few pictures of his sleeping face, and then film a scene of other people sleeping.

He told Xiao Wu that he had already thought of the captions for later, which would be: "The friends who had a great time at the beach are now finally leaning on each other's shoulders and drifting off into sweet dreams..."

Xiao Wu looked around. In the front row, Yuan Chen was nodding his head like a chicken pecking at rice. Just as he was about to fall onto Shi Yuan, Shi Yuan pushed him away forcefully, and he crashed into the glass with a "thud".

Yang Li and Guo Jingye were separated by two people, clearly separated by the Chu River and Han border. They were both dozing off, barely touching the palm-sized seats, not afraid of falling to the ground.

Xiao Wu sighed: "PD, who here is leaning on each other's shoulders? It's not even daytime yet, and you're already daydreaming."

PD: "I believe that there will be sincere and kind-hearted people to help us achieve our KPIs. Wu Hu, just wait and see."

They were having a lively discussion in the back, completely unaware of what was happening.

She and Shen Zhu were still sitting together. Shen Zhu was so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open, but Wen Ying was wide awake because of the cold wind.

As the car rounded the bend, Shen Zhu's body lurched towards the window, his legs tucked up awkwardly in the cramped space, looking somewhat aggrieved.

Wen Ying then moved aside to give him more space.

"...Don't move." Shen Zhu suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Wen Ying asked softly, "So you weren't asleep?" But the person beside her remained silent.

She glanced to the side; Shen Zhu still had his eyes closed, and his voice just now sounded like a murmur.

He slept peacefully, but his eyes showed signs of fatigue, clearly from taking care of Wen Ying on the plane.

During the long journey of more than ten hours, while everyone else was catching up on sleep, Shen Zhu stayed by her side without leaving her side, taking meticulous care of the fragile patient.

Wen Ying lowered her head, her gaze falling on the hand with distinct knuckles resting on her wrist. She stared at it for a long time, from the long, strong fingers to the prominent wrist bones.

The car continued forward and made another turn, this time with a very small bend.

Shen Zhu's body changed direction, following the pull of gravity, and leaned against Wen Ying's shoulder.

"..." Wen Ying glanced at him sideways, suspecting that he was pretending to be asleep, but still tried to raise her shoulders to match Shen Zhu's height so that he could rest more comfortably.

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After parking, PD and Xiao Wu were also exhausted. They stood at the hotel entrance and pushed people in one by one. Only after confirming that no one had fallen behind did they announce that they would rest.

When going upstairs, Shen Zhu opened his eyes, but when he entered the elevator, he bent over and leaned on Wen Ying's shoulder as if he had no bones.

Yang Li couldn't bear to watch: "Can't you control yourself a little in public?"

Undoubtedly, Shen Zhu ignored this sentence again. Standing next to Wen Ying, he could only notice Wen Ying, and everyone else was relegated to the background.

Yang Li was very unhappy about being treated like she was invisible. Before leaving, she snorted softly, "Your clinginess is annoying."

After saying that, she quickly slipped away to avoid Shen Zhu realizing what was happening and making an even worse retort than she had.

Yang Li has made a clean getaway, but Wen Ying remains where she is, facing scrutiny from those involved.

Do you find me annoying?

Wen Ying smiled at a 45-degree angle: "Of course not, you're very good."

"Oh." Shen Zhu looked listless. "But on the plane, you said I was annoying."

She's quite vengeful; Wen Ying is already used to it.

She handled it perfectly: "I was delirious with fever at the time and accidentally said some things against my will. I hope you won't take it to heart."

After nitpicking for a while, Shen Zhu found nothing to criticize and his expression softened: "Okay, don't take what I just said to heart, because I was just not fully awake."

Wen Ying expressed her understanding, and the two said goodnight and went to their respective rooms.

The system was released, and in that instant of regaining its freedom, it almost wanted to howl at the moon.

It could only be let out for a few laps each night when no one was around. The system felt stifled and suspected that Wen Ying had transferred her dog-walking habits to it.

Wen Ying's attitude softened slightly this time: "When you have free time, you can go back to your own space and visit your friends. You don't need to spend all your attention on me."

The system felt bitter. Wen Ying's words clearly indicated that she had decided to take charge and no longer needed it.

I don't have any friends.

The system whispered: "They're all laughing at me."

Wen Ying was silent for a moment, not quite understanding what was so funny about the systems. Weren't they all just artificial idiots?

But the system started whining and complaining: "They say I'm from an old manufacturing year and there's a generation gap between me and them. But when I upgraded my parts and went to play with them, they changed their excuse and said I don't have a name and don't deserve to play with them."

"..." Wen Ying paused in her packing. The system had a strong urge to confide in her; she hadn't experienced such intense emotional outpouring in a long time.

But... does a system also experience sadness?

You don't actually want me to name you, do you?

Wen Ying tried asking, while also considering in her mind whether the system was feigning helplessness.

The system suddenly stammered: "...No. I was supposed to have a name, but I forgot."

Wen Ying paused for a moment, realizing she had forgotten.

She wanted to laugh and ask in return how she could forget something like this, realizing that even a supposedly omnipotent and sophisticated instrument can have moments of forgetfulness.

The system seemed to have guessed Wen Ying's impending "not omnipotent" theory, and before the break time was over, it quickly fled.

The room fell silent. Wen Ying took a shower to wash away her fatigue, returned to bed, and picked up her phone, which she had neglected for a long time.

The system appeared at just the right time, reminding Wen Ying that she hadn't yet completed her daily task of harassing her online boyfriend.

But when she opened the software, edited a text message, and sent it, she only received a red exclamation mark.

"Okay," Wen Ying said, squinting her eyes.

He actually deleted her from his friends list.