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

Obtaining Shen Chi's account was purely accidental.

After Shen Zhu devoted himself to studying, his game account was inherited by his friend.

Not only was his ball skills terrible, but he also lacked any skill when playing games. Within a few days, he received a report and his account was banned. Shen Zhu's social media account linked to the game was also affected.

Shen Zhu had no choice but to use a new account. Shen Chi, who had just become a business elite, decided to abandon this kind of social interaction that only elementary school students would use, and handed over the account that was linked to his personal information to Shen Zhu.

In reality, Shen Zhu didn't have any particular use for the social media account. He wasn't interested in online chatting because Wen Ying wasn't on his friend list.

However, Wen Ying's account number was only a short ten digits, which Shen Zhu could recite by heart and type into the search box with his eyes closed.

Over the years, he has searched countless times.

At first, Shen Zhu felt disgusted with himself, thinking that such behavior of snooping on other people's privacy was completely unrelated to the cool guy persona. After two times, he learned to do it without batting an eye.

Anyway, Wen Ying didn't know.

If nothing unexpected happens, this will be a little secret that belongs only to him.

Even if Wen Ying were to actually accept his confession one day, Shen Zhu would never reveal all his teenage feelings, because judging whether someone is sending romantic signals based on their profile picture and username is something only a child would do.

Shen Zhu didn't want to be seen as a childish fool by Wen Ying.

So when Wen Ying sent him a friend request, he was inevitably startled.

Why did Wen Ying suddenly add him as a friend? Was it because Shen Zhu's highly ritualistic screen snooping was discovered, or was his carefully guarded crush suddenly exposed?

Shen Zhu's heart rate kept rising, his phone screen got hot, and even his fingertips felt slightly numb.

He didn't know what to say for a moment, and just stared at the screen, not daring to relax, waiting for Wen Ying's first question.

Full Cup of Phuket Island: "Have you been working too hard lately? How about a sweet and sour online romance to lighten the mood!"

It seemed that things weren't going as he had imagined, and Shen Zhu was stunned for a long time before replying.

Wu: "You..."

Wu: "Do you know who I am?"

Full Cup of Phuket Island: "I know, Shen Chi."

Full Cup of Phuket Island: "I'm your high school classmate. I've had a crush on you for many years, and I finally mustered up the courage to talk to you. Could you give me a chance? QAQ"

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So the person Wen Ying was looking for was Shen Chi.

Unable to describe his feelings, Shen Zhu's body reacted faster than his mind, typing out a line of text.

Wu: "I'm sorry, I refuse."

He should have refused decisively and immediately deleted the friend without any hesitation, as the new owner of the account.

But when his finger hovered over the "delete friend" button, Shen Zhu realized that he had shamefully hesitated.

Wen Ying sent several crying emojis. What would it look like if those tears appeared on Wen Ying's cheeks?

Will Wen Ying also feel sad when rejected by someone she likes?

He removed his hand from the screen; Shen Zhu didn't have the magic to turn himself into a bear-shaped cookie, and he wasn't decisive at all.

For many days afterward, Shen Zhu was torn between two conflicting thoughts: informing the other party that the account had already changed hands, and deleting Wen Ying as a friend and completely forgetting about the matter.

Fortunately, Wen Ying didn't send him any more messages after being rejected, and Shen Zhu breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was still pounding with anxiety because of the abrupt end of the conversation.

He couldn't sleep, so he got up very early the next day and went to school in the morning dew.

While waiting for the traffic light under a tree, dewdrops dripped from the green leaves onto Shen Zhu's eyelashes. Shen Zhu wiped them away casually, and for a moment he thought of Wen Ying again.

But Wen Ying did not come to class.

During the day, Shen Zhu did not see her, nor could he observe whether there was any change in her expression. At night, her friend's avatar did not light up.

The homeroom teacher said that Wen Ying's parents had given her a long vacation so they could travel and relax.

To clear one's mind. Shen Zhu caught this subtle word, and during class, he couldn't help but drift off again.

Is heartbreak really that painful?

Okay, it is very sad. Shen Zhu is so sad that he can only numb himself by doing more practice tests.

But compared to sadness, an emotion called longing comes on stronger.

With unstoppable force, it dispelled all the entanglement and uncertainty in Shen Zhu's heart.

I miss Wen Ying and want to say something to her, anything, anywhere, even as someone else.

On the thirteenth day of missing Wen Ying, the most beautiful girl in the arts and sports class mustered up her courage once again and blocked Shen Zhu on his way to the teaching building.

Just as he had rejected the previous love letter, Shen Zhu also refused her lovingly prepared breakfast.

Seeing the girl's tearful expression, he looked away and politely said, "I'm sorry, I just want to focus on my studies and I don't have any thoughts about dating for the time being."

Shen Zhu's friend added with pride, "Shen Zhu is aiming for the top spot in the exam. He doesn't have worldly desires, which is why he did so well."

The prettiest girl in the arts and sports class blinked, and two lines of tears finally welled up in her eyes: "You mean, my poor grades are because I'm a hopeless romantic?"

She threw the breakfast at Shen Zhu's friend, then ran away sobbing.

Shen Zhu's friend looked bewildered: "How did she misunderstand me? I was just encouraging her to study hard. Being too obsessed with dating will prevent her from getting into a good university."

Shen Zhu remained silent.

Even as he rejected her confession, he was still thinking of Wen Ying.

Shen Zhu realized from the bottom of his heart that he was actually a love-struck fool.

So be it, it's no big deal.

In any case, Shen Zhu has already completed a major reversal in his life, becoming a dark horse whose fate is yet to be determined in the eyes of teachers and parents.

Whether in love or in battle, he will forge ahead bravely.

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After Shen Zhu finished giving himself a pep talk, the whole world seemed brighter.

He had prepared a lot of things to say to Wen Ying, things he wanted to say in real life and things he wanted to say online, categorized and recorded in a special memo.

There's not much to say in reality, because before Wen Ying asked for leave, they were in a cold war—although it was a one-sided cold war by Shen Zhu, the ice-breaking operation needed to proceed gradually.

There's not much to say online... actually.

Because Shen Zhu's character is a refrigerator, he must keep cooling to prevent his persona from collapsing and Wen Ying from discovering something amiss.

Shen Zhu had no choice but to find another way.

For example, if he wanted to find out Wen Ying's mood that day, he would first pretend to casually reveal his own stress.

It's normal for adults to be busy and stressed, so Shen Zhu first prepared his work environment.

He told Wen Ying that his subordinates were inefficient and his secretary was a blabbermouth. There was no one in the entire group he could trust, so as the president, he could only vent his feelings online.

Wen Ying believed her: "That's so pitiful. You don't usually talk to your brother either?"

"Younger brother." Shen Zhu stared at that line of words, reading it over and over three or four times, when a new inspiration suddenly arose within him.

Wu: "I don't talk much about it, we don't have anything to talk about."

Full Cup Phuket Island: "Oh my god, our brotherhood is in jeopardy."

Wu: "Perhaps it's because of the age difference between us, I have absolutely no idea how to get along with teenagers of this age."

Full Cup of Phuket Island: "Oh my god, I don't know either."

Wu: "Would you be willing to help me think of a solution?"

Shen Zhu extended an olive branch for help, his heart pounding as he awaited Wen Ying's reply.

Fortunately, Wen Ying is a kind person. She said, "Of course, I'd be happy to help you solve your problems."

What a lovely "I'm happy to".

Shen Zhu stood there blankly, forgetting to type, almost dying of jealousy over the character relationships he had made up out of thin air.

But he had to keep acting, he told himself as he typed.

At least you can smuggle in your own agenda now, right?

Perhaps... if his name appears more often, Wen Ying will also become interested in Shen Zhu.

This strong medicine worked remarkably well, and soon Wen Ying and Shen Zhu began to speak in real life as well.

Although it wasn't said in a very pleasant way.

One afternoon when tarot cards were all the rage on campus, he and Wen Ying had an in-depth discussion about their understanding of fate.

Shen Zhu said he didn't believe in gods or Buddhas, which almost touched a nerve with Wen Ying, who was keen on divination. Wen Ying's expression changed, and he had to turn around hastily to avoid this discussion, which could have been a pleasant conversation, turning into an argument.

To express his apology, Shen Zhu had no choice but to slip in his own agenda once again.

No: "I had some interaction with teenagers today."

Full Cup of Phuket Island: "Oh?"

Wu: "He looked very frustrated and said that he had spoken recklessly and arrogantly in the classroom, saying that he did not believe in fate and that he had probably offended someone's faith."

Full Cup Phuket Island: "That's great. Perhaps he prefers to take control of his own life rather than rely on so-called divine guidance."

Wu: "Hmm..."

Full Cup of Phuket Island: "That coincides with my opinion."

Full Cup of Phuket Island: "Maybe I'll have more in common with teenagers, don't you think?"

Shen Zhu was stunned.

He typed "You're right" on the keyboard in a daze, and the joy in his heart lasted until the afternoon of the next day, when it swelled up completely like fireworks, scattering across the sky at the end of spring and the beginning of summer.

Being ranked second in the grade had its advantages; Shen Zhu received the reward of filming a promotional video with Wen Ying.

Under the scorching sun, his heart felt like it was on fire, and he couldn't hear the photographer's loud instructions at all; all his attention was focused on the girl beside him.

How can someone have such a pleasant sound even when they're breathing?

How could I be so moved, so fond of you?

The heat spread throughout his body, almost overflowing from his skin. If he touched Wen Ying now, would he burn her too?

Shen Zhu was lost in thought, unaware that the person beside him was quietly reaching out his hand.

The moment their skin touched, he felt a jolt of electricity run through his body. Before he could explain his discomfort to Wen Ying, the person in front of him closed her eyes and fell straight into his arms.

The accident happened so suddenly that Shen Zhu didn't have time to savor the romantic atmosphere. He picked the person up and ran towards the infirmary.

Fortunately, nothing serious happened.

"She's on her period and shows signs of heatstroke. Could you stay and take care of her?" The doctor seemed to have something urgent to attend to, leaving only a strip of pills before leisurely departing.

How irresponsible! Luckily, Shen Zhu was prepared.

As a qualified person who secretly admires someone, Shen Zhu opened his backpack and took out brown sugar water, sanitary products, and a brand new thermos.

He boiled a kettle of water, made some brown sugar water, and sat down beside her, waiting for Wen Ying to open her eyes.

Without any hesitation, he placed his hand on her wrist, using the pretense of caring for a patient to take another look at her face.

Wen Ying...so beautiful.

Shen Zhu's gaze swept from her delicate eyebrows and eyes, past her curled eyelashes, and finally landed on her slightly parted lips.

Wen Ying's lips were like soft peach blossoms, and the roots of his ears burned uncontrollably.

Recalling the embrace just now, Wen Ying's body felt like a petal, gently floating into his arms.

Lost in thought, he didn't notice when the person on the bed slowly opened their eyes. The moment their eyes met, Shen Zhu was stunned and forgot to look away.

His peach-shaped lips moved slightly, but what he said sounded displeased. Wen Ying scolded him, "Now you know how to use eye contact?"

Shen Zhu dared not refute, and offered the brown sugar water with both hands, bowing his head and obediently apologizing, saying that it was all because he was distracted and delayed the filming time, which caused Wen Ying to suffer from heatstroke.

Wen Ying said, "It's okay, I didn't expect my period to come early this time."

She was always understanding, which made Shen Zhu even more ashamed. He took out a sanitary napkin from his pocket, pretending that he had bought it from the supermarket, and told Wen Ying not to mind using it.

Wen Ying believed it without much hesitation, and with a smile, she said "thank you" to Shen Zhu.

She smiles so beautifully.

Shen Zhu stared blankly, feeling like he was doomed.

If it's all over, then it's all over.

Shen Zhu, who only wanted to control his own destiny, wishfully hoped to entrust all his love and affection to Wen Ying.

So he began to feel dissatisfied.

When did this dissatisfaction begin? Shen Zhu didn't know. Perhaps human desires are always like this: at first, one craves only a little, and once that little bit is obtained, one begins to involuntarily pray for more.

Not satisfied with merely superficial communication with Wen Ying, nor with simply playing a role in another person's voice.

Shen Zhu thought of being honest. He pondered whether being an honest person would make him more likely to win the heart of his beloved, but he didn't know where to begin.

Perhaps he hadn't found the right opportunity to speak, or perhaps Shen Zhu simply didn't have the courage yet.

Where can we find courage?

Recalling the eye contact he made with Wen Ying would give Shen Zhu a brief boost, and the occasional sweet and harmonious conversations would also give him some confidence to tell her everything.

But it's not enough.

Shen Zhu felt ashamed, wondering if he, as someone obsessed with love, was being too greedy and dissatisfied.

Even though Wen Ying was right beside him, Shen Zhu only needed to watch from afar. As long as Wen Ying smiled, the afterglow of happiness would generously fall upon him.

But when Wen Ying smiled and looked at the class monitor who always caused trouble, and nodded in agreement to that absurd dare, Shen Zhu still couldn't resist and ran after her.

Although he knew Wen Ying probably didn't care about the game, the excuse of going out was just a pretext.

Even though I know the person Wen Ying likes isn't here...

Wen Ying, the person I like...

Shen Zhu ran wildly, his chest heaving violently, a fire burning in his heart and rushing straight to his mind.

Why can't he replace the person Wen Ying likes? He clearly has always had the right to pursue his love, and Shen Zhu doesn't want to deceive himself with clumsy lies anymore.