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

Wen Ying's relationship with Shen Zhu can only be described in four words: nominal but not real.

Over the course of a few days, they naturally began to spend time together, without neglecting their work at all. During the day, they would follow the production crew to various scenic spots and wander around. Only when Wen Ying picked up her phone at night and saw the little heart icon next to Shen Zhu's account would she feel a moment of disorientation.

They somehow skipped the stage of confessing their feelings to each other and ended up in a relationship without really understanding what was going on.

That's not true at all.

Wind: "Would you like some strawberry milk?"

A new message from Shen Zhu popped up on the screen. Wen Ying looked down at it and noticed that he had changed his online name again sometime during the day.

Full Cup of Phuket Island: "What does 'wind' mean?"

wind: "wind"

The message included a screenshot of the word's definition.

Wen Ying: "..."

Does that mean she hasn't learned English?

Wen Ying gritted her teeth while holding her phone, but Shen Zhu, who was just a wall away, was completely unaware and enthusiastically resent the message that Wen Ying had missed.

wind: "Type 1 to receive strawberry milk! Don't hesitate, kids, hurry up and join in!"

Wen Ying glanced at the time and declined his offer.

Full Cup Phuket Island: "Drinking milk at night will make you fat."

wind: "You are as light as a feather."

Wind: "I was all ready to knock on the door, but since you're not going to accept, I'll have to leave with regret."

Shen Zhu... is outside?

Wen Ying glanced towards the door, threw back the covers and got out of bed. As she passed the wardrobe, she grabbed a coat and draped it over her shoulders before opening the door.

Shen Zhu squatted at the doorway, holding a bunch of pink-packaged strawberry milks in his arms, and looked up to meet her gaze.

"Why are you being so generous this time?" Wen Ying glanced at his chest. "Didn't you say it was for breakfast?"

“Things are different now.” Shen Zhu said as he stood up, slipped past Wen Ying into the room, put down the milk in his hand, and went in as if he were going home.

Wen Ying closed the door behind him, wanting to ask, "What's different from before?" Before she could even utter the first syllable, Shen Zhu suddenly turned around and pulled Wen Ying into his arms.

With her body lifted into the air, Wen Ying was lifted up by him with one hand, while Shen Zhu's other hand supported her waist, forming a solid barrier, so Wen Ying sat very steadily.

"I told you, you're as light as a feather." Shen Zhu smiled and tilted his head back to look at her.

"...Put me down." Wen Ying swung her legs uncomfortably, but before she could move much, Shen Zhu grabbed her.

"Are you going to kick me?" he asked with a smile, his arm loosely around Wen Ying's ankle.

Wen Ying turned her head and glared at him. Her glare was neither too strong nor too weak, but rather carried a hint of reproach, which Shen Zhu accepted without question.

Shen Zhu carried her around the room, whether to show off his strong and broad embrace or to take this opportunity to weigh Wen Ying's body, in any case, Wen Ying felt that he exuded a kind of foolishness from the inside out.

So when Shen Zhu finally put her down and her entire weight landed on the soft bed, Wen Ying didn't say a word and actually kicked him.

Shen Zhu was about to stand up when she kicked him, causing him to take a step back, clutch his chest, and freeze.

Wen Ying was taken aback: "I didn't use any force, did I?" Why does this person look like he has suffered internal injuries and is about to vomit blood?

"..." Shen Zhu lowered his head, said nothing, and did not vomit blood, but Wen Ying saw that his ears were so red that they were almost dripping blood.

"You..." Wen Ying's lips twitched, and before she could pull her leg back, she inexplicably felt her face getting hot.

"I'm going back now, I need to get up early tomorrow."

Shen Zhu slowly exhaled, avoiding Wen Ying's gaze, tucked her exposed calves into the blanket, left with a "Goodnight," and hurriedly fled the scene.

Wen Ying was left alone, staring blankly at the ceiling for a couple of seconds, questioning the meaning of life.

Just... left?

Shen Zhu turned around decisively, without the slightest hesitation.

Between the two of them, who is playing whom?

On her last night in a foreign country, Wen Ying lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. She could only relive her time with Shen Zhu from kindergarten at eight times the speed.

She thought she needed to find a time to have a formal meeting with Shen Zhu; she couldn't keep giving vague answers like this.

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The next morning, the production team arranged for the six guests to board a plane for their return trip.

The variety show they participated in didn't seem to earn much money, but the production team was incredibly confident, taking extravagance and luxury to a whole new level.

The group boarded first class, separated by vast distances, and enjoyed the meticulous care and attention of the crew. From beginning to end, Wen Ying and Shen Zhu didn't even have a chance to exchange a single word.

Knowing that she would be returning to the film set to shoot in a few days and that she would be sleep-deprived for even longer, Wen Ying decided to use the time on the plane to catch up on sleep.

She slept soundly until the sun went down, only becoming slightly more alert during meals.

When the plane landed, Wen Ying closed her eyes and searched around in her seat, finally finding her cell phone, which had somehow slipped to the ground.

Wen Ying turned on the screen and found more than a dozen missed calls.

The first few strings of numbers were Lily's agent's number, and the rest were dialed by her assistant, Xiao Jiang.

Xiao Jiang also sent her a voice message. Wen Ying clicked to convert it to text, and a small circle spun around on the white bubble. The network was lagging, and Xiao Jiang's message was slow to load.

"Who are you talking to?" Shen Zhu waited until everyone else had left before standing up from his seat, sticking close to Wen Ying's back, and slowly walking forward step by step.

He rested his chin on Wen Ying's shoulder, as if he were about to inspect the chat history, so Wen Ying lifted the screen up to show him.

"Xiao Jiang." Shen Zhu glanced down at him, but didn't look away.

“Xiao Jiang is my assistant. You even spoke to her when we were in the same car before,” Wen Ying explained casually.

However, judging from Shen Zhu's reaction, he clearly doesn't remember.

Shen Zhu has always maintained a casual attitude of forgetting people he doesn't care about, and even when the media criticizes him for being arrogant, he never wastes his mental storage space.

As they reached the exit, the network lag eased somewhat. Shen Zhu tapped Wen Ying's screen and said, "It seems she mentioned my name."

"Is that so?" Wen Ying glanced at it.

The message, converted into text, slowly unfolded, one word after another popping out to form a complete sentence.

Xiao Jiang: "Wen Ying, Lily asked me to remind you to stay away from Shen Zhu when you get off the plane, and to wear sunglasses and a mask. We'll go through another exit."