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

If sixteen-year-old Shen Zhu were asked to describe his youth using only one color, he would definitely feel troubled.

He would search high and low in the streets and alleys, borrowing the most dazzling paints from painters, and tirelessly spend many days and nights painting the whole world with all kinds of bright colors.

The classroom desks and chairs shouldn't be overlooked, and the blackboard's color should be changed to something more unique. As for the dean's face, let's leave it be; after all, his expressions are always more colorful than a palette.

But at the center of his world, there was another island, dazzling and beautiful, yet secluded from the world, radiating a light so unique that it firmly occupied Shen Zhu's gaze.

Unable to suppress his desire, he ran wildly along her path, drawn only by that fatal attraction, until he was getting closer and closer.

Shen Zhu slowly raised his hand, only to find that the light was not colorful, but pure white. His beloved was shrouded in a flawless shell, and her indistinct smile seemed to be hidden in the mist, making it impossible to see clearly.

This made Shen Zhu very cautious, afraid to touch it, and unable to put pen to paper for a long time.

Shen Zhu once thought there were no obstacles between him and Wen Ying.

The journey to Wenying is long and sometimes there are sudden storms, but Shen Zhu has never been afraid of wind and rain.

Even with a slight disappointment, he had the courage to regroup and walk the same path again when the next day arrived.

He followed Wen Ying tirelessly, optimistically believing that it didn't matter if Wen Ying didn't look back at him. Wen Ying had many choices for the future, and Shen Zhu was willing to be the "C" that Wen Ying could randomly select when she encountered difficulties.

But Wenying is in first place, and the first place winner won't encounter multiple-choice questions that she can't answer and can only guess.

Her gaze bypassed all the wild thoughts in Shen Zhu's mind, disdaining to be associated with "choosing the longest among three long and one short," and instead turned to Shen Chi, who was more reliable than Shen Zhu.

In what ways is Shen Chi better than me?

Shen Zhu was momentarily at a loss.

He spent half a day going through all of Shen Chi's resume from childhood to adulthood, and finally had to admit that this older brother, who was six years older than him, was not only much more perfect than him, but also more outstanding than most people in the world.

Excellent. Shen Zhu pondered the word in his heart. Perhaps if he became excellent, Wen Ying would notice him.

So Shen Zhu made up his mind and applied for tutoring for the first time.

It was rare for him to be so enthusiastic about studying, and this was a very unusual sight. Shen Chi's remaining brotherly love was thus awakened, and he hired dozens of tutors to take turns to train him into a shining number one.

Shen Zhu was in agony and before he could even complain, he was hit by a barrage of test questions that made him see stars.

Studying is so painful, it's really so painful.

Even though Shen Zhu had a brand-new and useful brain, he became confused by the constant influx of formulas, and even in his dreams he was frantically listing steps on draft paper.

During the period when Shen Zhu was studying desperately, his friends were like they had seen a ghost. They said that Shen Zhu's face was pale every day, his mood was not good, and his gloomy look was almost murderous. They were afraid that he was possessed by some evil spirit.

Then Shen Zhu spat at him, saying that it was more like the God of Exams possessing him than something dirty. He told them to wait and see, and that Shen Zhu's name would soon be on the ranking list.

The group laughed it off, but before leaving, someone asked curiously, "Why isn't Shen Zhu dressed up like a peacock lately? Is this a side effect of being possessed by the God of Exams?"

Shen Zhu was doing his homework next to him. He scoffed and thought coldly that spending time dressing up was the privilege of idle people, and he didn't deserve to be an idle person at all.

Besides, no matter how he dresses, the person he cares about won't even give him a glance.

Instead of wasting time, Shen Zhu slung his backpack over his shoulder and slowly calculated his score in his mind. On the ranking list, his name was still far behind Wen Ying's, and he wondered when he would catch up.

She didn't know when she would be able to see him again.

Every day after that, Shen Zhu studied until late at night. Writing was his weakness. He would write six hundred words on the manuscript paper, but four hundred of them were off-topic.

Shen Zhu had no choice but to use the remaining two hundred small squares to try his best to make the title rounder. As he tried to make it rounder, his mind wandered off course.

Does Wen Ying really like Shen Chi that much? He stared at the rows of small squares, his pen motionless, leaving a large black ink stain on the paper.

Shen Zhu's sadness spread slowly like the ink. He thought, as the saying goes, those near the water get the moon first. Compared to Shen Chi, he had known Wen Ying for much longer.

They share the same birthday, so perhaps they had already met long before they came into this world.

So even if Wen Ying likes someone... she should like Shen Zhu more.

So why did she get close to Shen Chi? Perhaps it was because although Shen Zhu and Wen Ying had known each other for a long time, they were very far apart, with their names listed on the top and bottom pages of their report cards respectively.

Or maybe...

Shen Zhu felt a pang of sadness in his heart. He was reluctant to think about it deeply, but he couldn't help it.

Or perhaps, Wen Ying really likes Shen Chi.

Shen Chi is a man of few words and seems very reliable; in Wen Ying's eyes, he is full of virtues. Shen Zhu, on the other hand, is talkative and easily mistaken for a dim-witted fool; in Wen Ying's eyes…

Perhaps he is not in Wen Ying's heart.

Because he never even stayed in Wen Ying's sight.

Shen Zhu sighed sadly, picked up his pen and wrote down his wish: that he could become more aloof in the new year.

Perhaps this will make it more reliable.

Shen Zhu kept his word. Playing a cold and aloof character was not difficult at all. In just a few months, his image in the class was refreshed several times, and he was hailed by everyone as the Ice Prince.

Closing the gap between himself and Wen Ying was incredibly difficult. Shen Zhu's brain cells kept breaking down and growing back, and he read countless books day and night, barely managing to stay in the top ten of his grade.

On his way home from school, Shen Zhu swung his backpack around wildly, hooking the strap in his hand.

His friend, who was dodging the blow, nearly got hit on the head and yelled, "Shen Zhu! That's so unreliable!"

Shen Zhu felt smug and scoffed, "Composed?"

He is now a good student, and good students have the right to be themselves for the time being. He has decided to make a comeback in a carefree manner.

But as his smile faded and he caught sight of Wen Ying in the distance, Shen Zhu involuntarily suppressed his impetuousness, hiding it within a rather cold exterior.

He slowly walked up behind her, his heart pounding, and greeted her, all his eyes fixed on her.

Wen Ying's gaze swept past him, looking at the trees that were gradually sprouting on both sides of the road, at the clouds that were gradually drifting in the sky, and at a more distant direction that Shen Zhu could not see.

Wen Ying couldn't see him, or perhaps she didn't want to see him.

Wen Ying also forgot to answer Shen Zhu's boring question; perhaps he didn't even want to hear it anymore.

Shen Zhu was somewhat disappointed. His backpack strap slowly slipped down his shoulder, and he fell a few steps behind Wen Ying.

Wen Ying didn't notice and kept walking forward until she was far away.

He watched her silently from behind, and surprisingly, he understood the meaning of the saying, "An adult's breakdown can happen in an instant."

Although Shen Zhu has not yet grown into an adult, his emotions were overwhelmed the moment he brushed past Wen Ying.

Studying is so tiring, liking someone is so tiring.

Shen Zhu no longer wanted to follow Wen Ying around like a sleepwalking little tail.

In any case, Wen Ying would never look back. Even if Shen Zhu suddenly disappeared, Wen Ying would not care in the slightest about losing him.

Having brushed past Wen Ying again, Shen Zhu composed himself and finally learned to keep his eyes straight ahead. When the person next to him asked a question in a half-joking manner, he casually made up an answer.

“Whatever, go with your gut feeling,” he said. “But don’t be too indifferent; the person I like should be able to see me.”

He gave a half-hearted answer, but he didn't feel much relief; instead, he felt more bitter.

Perhaps it was because Shen Zhu forgot that for him, the word "give up" was much harder than "persevere".

Can one really give up on a score ranking that is the result of countless sleepless nights and countless hours of hard work without even blinking?

Can he really give up on the person he spent his entire youth pursuing, the person who had unknowingly become a new life goal?

He pursued the answer to a question with ignorance and fearlessness, believing that the answer was the most important thing in his life.

But they forgot that Wen Ying probably had more important things to do.

Wen Ying never stops at this small world she's in; she always looks far ahead.

Therefore, Shen Zhu's gaze should not become a constraint or shackle.

Chasing a distant dream is never about trapping her.