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

On the third day after returning to school from the beach, the school held its last exam before the official holiday.

This time, the exam papers were graded extremely quickly. On the second night after the exam, during self-study, their scores appeared on a scrolling screen amidst the wailing and howling of the room.

Shen Zhu wasn't among those wailing and howling. Although he hadn't done well on the exam and the gap between him and Wen Ying had widened to twenty-eight points, he was certain that after that breathtaking kiss, there would be no more distance between him and Wen Ying in their love.

After class, Shen Zhu's friend immediately came to his side.

My friend was exasperated: "I made a bet with others that you'd endured seventeen years of hardship and would definitely surpass the first place in this exam. But you're still willing to be subservient to her and remain your eternal runner-up."

Shen Zhu suddenly blushed, seemingly thinking of something, and kicked him, saying, "Don't talk nonsense."

“The third place is only five points behind you, just five points.” His friend shook his head repeatedly. Although he had scored last, he still lectured Shen Zhu in a serious tone, “He will soon join your ranks and become an important figure.”

Shen Zhu took a deep breath and pulled out the Chinese test paper with the most severe deductions from his desk.

"That's right, I'm waiting for the day you rise to prominence!" his friend shouted, raising his arms.

Shen Zhu's expression was solemn as he looked at the essay topic that had been deducted twenty points: "Absolutely, I cannot allow a third party to appear between her and me."

Shen Zhu could not accept it in any way.

But then he thought about it again and realized that the most arrogant third party between himself and Wen Ying was none other than himself.

In the past few days, Shen Zhu and Wen Ying have hardly chatted online, maintaining only the most basic "sparkling" etiquette between them.

In reality, they talked about quite a lot of things. Once, they even went home together. Wen Ying said she wanted to try the city's public transportation, so Shen Zhu pushed his bicycle and accompanied her to the bus stop.

Then Wen Ying got into the car, and Shen Zhu also got onto the bicycle seat.

Through a crack in the window, a breeze ruffled Wen Ying's long hair. She smiled and waved at Shen Zhu, saying nothing, and Shen Zhu's shirt billowed in the wind.

"what are you laughing at?"

Suddenly, someone gently patted his head. Shen Zhu looked up and saw Wen Ying holding a water cup, standing in front of his seat, tilting her head and looking at him curiously.

"Why are you smiling so happily at a test paper?"

Shen Zhu said somewhat awkwardly, "It's nothing."

He instinctively tried to cover his exam paper.

Wen Ying raised an eyebrow: "I want to see."

Shen Zhu felt that his essay score wasn't very good, but when Wen Ying reached out her hand to him, he still held the edge of the test paper and obediently handed it over with both hands.

"I lost a lot of points on my essay," he muttered to himself. "I kept going off-topic."

"It's okay, I can teach you."

Wen Ying smiled, put the test paper back in his hand, and gave him a lollipop as a gift.

“A placebo,” she said.

The school bell rang, and Wen Ying left with her water bottle, leaving Shen Zhu staring blankly at the candy in his palm for a long time.

The candy wrapper is pink, the flavor is strawberry, and it tastes sweet.

The teacher looked angry: "Shen Zhu, why are you still eating snacks during class?"

Shen Zhu coughed lightly and apologized insincerely, saying that he might be suffering from hypoglycemia.

The teacher was skeptical, but out of consideration for the good student, said nothing more.

Shen Zhu turned his head to look at the person who was engrossed in reading a book not far away. Fortunately, Wen Ying did not notice his embarrassment.

He breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head to face the test questions, and the sweet shell of the candy melted away, causing the bitterness that had been suppressed in his heart to resurface.

How long will this "more than friends, less than lovers" state continue?

Shen Zhu didn't want to wait any longer and decided to put his confession on the agenda.

But before he could confess, he needed to tell Wen Ying that a secret was brewing between them, and that unpleasantness was bound to happen in the future.

Shen Zhu wasn't afraid of any unpleasantness; he was only worried that Wen Ying would think he wasn't sincere.

So during self-study, Shen Zhu stuffed the three hundred excellent model essays back into his drawer, took out a piece of manuscript paper, and wrote the first love letter of his life.

Of course, it's just a draft.

The love letter to Wen Ying should be written on the world's most special stationery, with subtle gold patterns on the edges, and preferably with a pleasant fragrance.

The person writing the letter also needs to have good writing skills. Fortunately, although Shen Zhu went off-topic in his essays, he was quite good at writing love letters. He wrote three thousand words in a row, one thousand words for apologies and explanations, and one thousand words for confessions and declarations of love.

The last thousand words encapsulate his vision of a future where every moment is about Wenying.

Everything about the confession was worth preparing carefully. He prepared candles, ordered fresh bouquets, and the restaurant on the corner was also on the agenda. It is said that almost every couple who has eaten their desserts has gone on to get married.

If time allowed, Shen Zhu would also like to hold Wen Ying's hand and stroll slowly along the tree-lined path they always rushed past, then take a bus with a breezy breeze to the cinema to watch a newly released movie.

They can watch two movies. The "520" movie is still showing and hasn't been pulled from theaters yet, and there's also an art-house romance movie that's being shown. Shen Zhu had agreed to accept Director Wen's invitation with Wen Ying. Before they fall in love on set, they will also be watching other people's love stories as audience members.

Everything is ready, except for the leading lady.

As Shen Zhu walked to Wen Ying's seat, he felt somewhat uneasy.

"What's wrong?" She looked up, her voice gentle, her smile still as beautiful as ever.

Shen Zhu met her gaze, but before he could speak, Wen Ying's deskmate walked in from outside, carrying two water cups, and boasted to Wen Ying, "I brought some cold-brewed oolong tea from home today, and I brewed a cup for you while I was getting water."

"Thank you." Wen greeted her and smiled at her deskmate, her lips slightly upturned, looking no different from when she was facing Shen Zhu.

A bittersweet feeling welled up in Shen Zhu's heart again. Wen Ying's gaze returned to him, and without thinking, he called out her name: "Wen Ying."

"Hmm?" Wen Ying was unscrewing the cup lid.

"Next time we change seats for the exam, I'd like to sit next to you."

Wen Ying was stunned.

Wen Ying's deskmate shouted and hurriedly said, "No, no," and said to Shen Zhu with certainty, "Your grades are already so good, you don't need the guidance of a top student at all, can't you leave the first place to me?"

Shen Zhu replied without hesitation, "I'm sorry, no."

His deskmate jumped up and glared at him, but Shen Zhu didn't notice and didn't move his gaze at all until Wen Ying nodded slowly with a smile.

“Okay,” she said, “as long as you surpass me next time.”

Inspired, Shen Zhu gave his dumbfounded deskmate a smug look, returned to his seat, and studied furiously for three hours.

He only remembered after he finished studying that he had forgotten the important matter.

The flowers would be delivered after the bell rang, and the love letter was hidden in his schoolbag, ready to be sent. Shen Zhu's palms were still sweating, but his heroine was completely unaware and walked out of the classroom as the bell rang.

Shen Zhu picked up his schoolbag and followed.

Surrounded by a bustling crowd, he stood behind Wen Ying, wanting to speak several times, but was hindered by the gradual influx of other students and the long steps that widened the distance between them.

After waiting until there were fewer people, Shen Zhu walked behind Wen Ying and saw her pick up her phone and answer a call.

“My grandmother is sick.” Wen Ying turned to him and said, “I can’t go with you today. Wen Sirang will come to pick me up.”

Shen Zhu was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to stop her, but when his gaze fell on the worry on Wen Ying's face, the words that came out of his mouth were "It's nothing".

His second question was, "Is Grandma's house far away? When are you coming back?" But he swallowed it back before he could finish, and just said dryly, "Then take good care of Grandma."

"Okay." Wen Ying smiled at him, raised her hand, and cupped Shen Zhu's cheeks with her fingers, making a smiling expression.

"Take good care of yourself while I'm gone."

Shen Zhu agreed.

Wen Sirang's car drove up from a distance and stopped at the school gate. He saw it from afar and stopped, turning in another direction to pick up the flowers delivered by the courier.

Shen Zhu actually ordered two bouquets of flowers. Roses represent love, which inevitably fell into the cliché. Fearing that Wen Ying would think his taste was not elegant enough, he also chose orchids and camellias.

But now that Wen Ying is gone, the flowers will probably wither overnight.

As dusk fell, the playground was deserted. Shen Zhu sat alone atop the stands, staring blankly at the distant sky, recalling the love letter in his bag.

He went through the three thousand words in his mind from beginning to end, and sure enough, he found two flaws. A few sentences were poorly written and read like a jealous husband full of complaints. Shen Zhu felt that this was not a good quality. Fortunately, Wen Ying was not there, so she did not have time to notice, and Shen Zhu had time to revise them.

He unzipped his backpack, took out the envelope, and opened it. A gust of wind blew by, and the light paper slipped from his hand, accidentally landing on top of the rose.

The florist made a mistake; the sharp thorns of the roses were exposed outside the wrapping paper. When Shen Zhu reached for the letter, the back of his hand was accidentally cut by a thorn.

He looked at the drop of blood trickling down his fingers and found a second reason why today was not a good day to confess his feelings: the thorns on the rose hadn't been properly removed, and if Wen Ying had touched it, it might have scratched her hand.

Fortunately, he was prepared. Shen Zhu pulled out a pencil sharpener from his bag. He had practically turned his backpack into Doraemon's magic pocket for today's unfinished confession.

Although the roses hadn't been handed to Wen Ying yet, and Shen Zhu had already planned to order them from a different shop next time he confessed his love, this bouquet was, after all, a carefully prepared gift for his first love, and it held great sentimental value.

Shen Zhu wanted to take the flowers home, dry the fresh blossoms, and make them into handicrafts that could be preserved for a long time.

The manufacturing process is very rigorous. In addition to the internet, he can also preemptively ask his mother for help before she comes to inquire, and also find out his parents' views on early romance.

It is said that her mother and father's relationship occurred during their student days. As someone who has been through it, she should understand her situation.

As Shen Zhu removed the thorns from the rose, his mind became unusually restless, with all sorts of wild thoughts surging up and piling up in a chaotic mess.

Gradually, the almost negligible sadness in his heart was finally suppressed, and he cheered himself up.

Shen Zhu put the letter back into his bag, picked up the bouquet, and stood up. At the same time, his phone rang.

Shen Chi called him, asking with great concern and confusion, "Why did your grades drop so much this time?"

“…” Shen Zhu said, “It’s only twenty points, don’t make it too hard on me.”

“I’ve read your exam paper.” Shen Chi’s tone was calm and even. “Our family has never had a mixed-race child, but your essay makes me doubt whether the authenticity of this family history needs to be verified.”

Shen Zhu: "..." Did you go through all that trouble just to mock his essay?

Unfortunately, Shen Zhu couldn't throw the love letters in his bag in front of his brother and let him experience firsthand what it means to be blind to talent.

Shen Zhu said indifferently, "You wrote all the bad reviews on Douban, didn't you?"

Shen Chi was even more indifferent: "Come back and catch up on your lessons right away."

The call was hung up.

Shen Zhu jumped down the steps, took a couple of steps, and felt a little irritable thinking about having to go home for another round of tutoring. He lowered his head and gently sniffed the petals in his arms, and that irritability quietly disappeared.

On the bright side, perhaps tutoring can really improve his writing skills. Then Shen Zhu can send Wen Ying a love letter every now and then, achieving both quantitative and qualitative progress.

Thinking of Wen Ying would involuntarily improve his mood, and his steps would become lighter.

Night enveloped the entire campus, the vast world was replaced by black, with only a vague outline visible.

A muffled thud suddenly came from above. Shen Zhu paused for a moment, and a black cat jumped down from the tree and landed lightly.

The surroundings were quiet, as usual.

Shen Zhu hugged the flowers tightly, filled with ideals for the future and anticipation for his lover.

His life was always smooth sailing, with only occasional minor setbacks. He believed that as long as he walked with his head held high, he could reach tomorrow.

Therefore, he never imagined that he had unknowingly passed through someone's life, and that person's tomorrow would never come.

-

For many years afterward, Shen Zhu's memories of that hot summer when he was seventeen were always vague.

What occupied most of his mind were the cries in the hospital corridor, the stern questioning of the head of the teaching department, his mother's hesitant eyes, and his father's stubbornness.

And then there were the sudden accusations.

"It was this knife that pierced his heart." Gao Yan's mother, her hair white overnight, sat by his bedside, her eyes red and wet with tears. "How much pain must he be in?"

“That knife definitely belongs to Shen Zhu; there should still be his fingerprints on it.” The boy in the interrogation room was wearing the latest sneakers, his hands relaxed and folded on his knees, a standard smile on his lips.

"As for me? Of course I was involved too. Gao Yan is a weirdo who has offended many people, and these people all hate him. What difference does it make if one more or one less?"

His gaze was open as he looked at the interrogator in front of him: "I don't really remember the scene very clearly anymore. I only remember that Gao Yan was very noisy and struggled a lot. Shen Zhu told him to shut up, and then he couldn't make a sound."

A crime not committed, a baseless accusation.

Shen Zhu was not afraid. Gao Yan's mother was immersed in pain and therefore spoke recklessly, which Shen Zhu found pitiful.

The people in the interrogation room were like a pack of mad dogs. Shen Zhu was not familiar with them and had never spoken to Gao Yan.

A fabricated lie cannot be considered evidence; Shen Zhu only needs to ask his friend to prove himself.

He just found it puzzling.

How can you prove something you haven't done?

The lawyer hired by the father easily won the non-existent lawsuit and made a very humane promise that they would cover Gao Yan's follow-up treatment.

The classmates who accused Shen Zhu will also be tried. Although they remain determined to drag innocent people down with them, their family business, which is on the verge of bankruptcy, will not allow them to continue their arrogance.

Everything seemed to fall into place.