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

"..." Yuan Chen didn't speak, but looked at Shi Yuan with a deep gaze.

But Shi Yuan remained unmoved, as if he hadn't noticed Yuan Chen's reluctance, and repeated his words in a more tactful tone. Yuan Chen could only leave silently.

As soon as Yuan Chen left, Shi Yuan turned around and said "I'm sorry" to Wen Ying.

"I'm sorry to trouble you to sit with me for a while longer," Shi Yuan said somewhat apologetically. "But I eat very quickly, so it won't take up too much of your time."

Wen Ying said, "It's okay."

Since Shen Zhu hadn't replied to her message yet, and Wen Ying had nothing else to do, staying at the restaurant to act as a shield for Shi Yuan wouldn't hurt to say a few words.

“I really don’t want to sit with him right now…” Shi Yuan said softly, “but the contract is still in effect, and some of the PD’s arrangements, such as seating together, living in adjacent rooms, and interacting and talking in front of the camera, are unavoidable.”

Wen Ying: "If we breach the contract, will we have to pay a lot of compensation for the losses?"

Shi Yuan shook his head and said, "No."

“Compensation is nothing, the main thing is the fans…” He thought for a moment, “I have to give the fans an explanation. No matter whether Yuan Chen and I end up in a bad ending or a happy ending, in the eyes of the fans, we should be treated with dignity.”

Shi Yuan considered himself a respectable and responsible person, and Wen Ying nodded in agreement with his viewpoint.

"However, Sister Wenying, after chatting with you yesterday, I suddenly felt enlightened. I don't know if it's because the divination I had was effective... In short, I understand now."

Wen Ying slowly wiped the bread crumbs on the table with a tissue, signaling him to continue.

“Although I still feel sad and upset because of someone, I’m not just an empty shell carrying emotions. I shouldn’t let them lead me by the nose.” Shi Yuan suddenly put down his knife and fork. “This will make those messy emotions figure out who is really in control of this body!”

The tone was inexplicably spirited, and Wen Ying couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Shi Yuan laughed, but as he laughed, a shadow slowly loomed over his head from afar, and Shi Yuan could no longer laugh.

"Good morning..." Shi Yuan looked up and saw Shen Zhu's expressionless face, and instantly turned into a frightened hamster, "Senior Shen."

Shen Zhu said, "It's getting late."

The second sentence was: "Excuse me, could you please sit over there? Wen Ying and I have something to discuss."

“…” Shi Yuan sighed and silently picked up his plate.

"Let him stay here, he's almost finished eating anyway." Thinking that Yuan Chen was still sitting not far away, Wen Ying reached out to stop Shi Yuan from doing so.

The air pressure around her was gradually decreasing. She moved her hand a little further and grabbed Shen Zhu's sleeve, pulling him to the seat next to her.

"Sit next to me."

"..." Shen Zhu's mouth moved, but he didn't say anything and obediently sat down.

"Did you sleep well?" Wen Ying asked, resting her chin on her hand and looking at him with a smile.

Shen Zhu said, "Very good."

He took a couple of bites of food with his head down, and said in a low voice, "I had a strange dream all night. In the dream, I was performing at a concert, and suddenly the microphone in my hand turned into a pen, and all the fans below became proctors, watching me solve trigonometric function problems on stage."

Wen Ying imagined the scene and couldn't help but chuckle: "Did you finish it? Someone as smart and eager to learn as you should have no problem with trigonometric functions, right?"

“…” Shen Zhu turned his head and glanced at her.

Wen Ying found him inexplicably cute. At this moment, Shen Zhu sat down next to her, and Wen Ying's eyes seemed to be filtered through a high-powered lens. She just wanted to reach out and touch his head.

So she did just that.

"..." Shen Zhu pursed his lips. "You should restrain yourself. There are other people watching."

Despite saying that, he showed no intention of removing Wen Ying's hand; instead, he lowered his head in cooperation.

Shi Yuan's gaze darted back and forth between the two of them, his expression shifting between surprise and sudden realization.

Shi Yuan was feeling stifled by his curiosity, but he didn't dare to ask. So he stuffed all the food into his mouth and quickly left with the empty plate.

With the seat in front of her empty, Wen Ying turned her head and saw snowflakes gradually falling outside the window again.

Wen Ying found herself in a room with a constant temperature of 26 degrees Celsius, enveloped in a warm and cozy atmosphere.

But as she warmed up the conversation, she suddenly remembered that although she had talked a lot with Shen Zhu last night, the most important and practical problem between them had not yet been resolved.

What is their relationship now?

What is Shen Zhu really thinking? He clearly doesn't want to be Wen Ying's younger brother at all.

Surely they can't still fool themselves with the idol and fan mentality, right?

"I have a question for you."

Before Wen Ying could speak, Shen Zhu spoke first.

"what is the problem?"

“When we first got in touch, you sent me a couple request. Was it because you knew it was me and wanted to… tease me?” Shen Zhu said slowly. “Or was it because you really wanted to be in a relationship?”

"..." Wen Ying was stunned.

She felt that both were true, but for a moment she didn't know how to say it. She was worried that her casual answer might not be careful enough and might hurt Shen Zhu's fragile heart.

Shen Zhu didn't give her much of a chance to organize her thoughts. He put down his cutlery and announced to himself, "I agree."

"Huh?" Wen Ying was stunned. "...You agreed to what?"

"If my idol has thoughts of falling in love, as a fan, I would love to object, but unfortunately, I am powerless and have no right to interfere with your freedom."

Shen Zhu sighed, seemingly helpless, "So let's compromise. You find someone you know well and date him secretly. That way, I'll feel more at ease."

"..." Wen Ying stared at him, not expecting him to pull this stunt. "The person you're talking about who knows you inside and out, you're not yourself, are you?"

Shen Zhu gave her a look that said, "You understand me so well," and held out his hand to Wen Ying: "Phone, phone."

Wen Ying numbly handed over her phone, mechanically repeating her password, and watched as Shen Zhu took out his phone as well, fiddling with it together.

"Okay." Shen Zhu pushed Wen Ying's phone back.

A line of small text popped up on the screen. Wen Ying didn't even need to read it clearly before he started reading it word by word. As he read, he looked up at Wen Ying with bright, sparkling eyes, as if they were carrying the weight of ten thousand tons of sunlight.

"I've accepted your invitation, and now we're a couple."