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

The date we officially became friends was three years ago, in the spring.

Wen Ying tried to recall the date, but couldn't remember what happened that day.

Perhaps nothing happened. On an ordinary afternoon, Wen Ying was filming on set when Shen Zhu, who was in a foreign country, suddenly thought of her. On impulse, he sent her a friend request. Before Wen Ying could ask, he introduced himself as her high school classmate and asked if she wanted to attend their graduation dinner.

"I'm sorry, I don't have the time."

Wen Ying's reply was very polite, and she casually asked his name.

"Li Zihan".

It's a very common name; there were several people with the same name in high school.

Wen Ying casually wished him a happy graduation and then threw herself back into her busy work.

She forgot to delete him from her friends list. Perhaps it was because more messages were flooding in and filling Wen Ying's contact list, leaving her no time to pay attention, or perhaps it was because "Li Zihan" was too taciturn.

He didn't disturb Wen Ying's life again, quietly playing the role of an old classmate he wasn't very familiar with, until summer arrived, and in the early morning of July 11th, his second message appeared in the chat box.

"Happy birthday."

Wen Ying did not reply, so he sent a few more messages as if talking to himself.

"I watched your new movie. It's strange, even though it's a comedy, I was actually a little sad."

"The homepage is showing clips from the movie premiere, and you don't seem very happy."

"Or maybe I'm seeing things."

"You're living a good life, aren't you?"

Wishing you peace, good fortune, and everlasting happiness.

Wen Ying saw it the next day and replied, "Thank you, and I wish you happiness too."

She then stated that she was indeed living her life seriously, but due to her busy work schedule, she was unable to check her phone messages in a timely manner.

This time, "Li Zihan" forgot to reply. From then on, he only sent brief blessings during holidays.

Wen Ying sometimes replies, but more often she doesn't remember.

She starred in more and more movies and played increasingly bigger and bigger roles. She should have listened to her agent's advice and cleared out all her friends from her past life. For some reason, she kept "Li Zihan" behind.

Perhaps it's because the other person speaks very little, so little that their existence can almost be ignored.

"Or perhaps, when I received that happy birthday message, I thought of you."

During the four years that Shen Zhu lost contact with her, Shen Zhu got a new phone and deactivated her old account.

Wen Ying's message went unanswered, and even those who never wanted to imagine "what if" began to fantasize about another possibility.

What if one of the millions of friend requests for Wen Ying came from Shen Zhu?

Will Wen Ying be confident enough to recognize him again in this impulsive role-playing session?

Never mind, he left so decisively that even Shen Zhu's high school friends had no idea where he went.

This possibility is extremely slim.

"At the time... I was probably having this conflicting feeling, knowing it was impossible, but for some reason not wanting to miss out," Wen Ying said softly. "I didn't expect your acting skills to improve so quickly, I didn't recognize you."

Wen Ying sounded a little regretful, but Shen Zhu kissed her forehead and said, "It's okay, this is just right."

In his twenty-one years of life, Shen Zhu has solved countless difficult problems.

Love is the most unique of these topics, requiring Shen Zhu to spend more time, adapt to a longer battle, possess the material conditions to support his ideals, and have a soul that is compatible with his lover.

Finally, he was able to muster the courage he had been holding back for so long.

“You said you’d seen my movies before…” Wen Ying read through the chat history again and suddenly laughed, “I’ve also been to your concert.”

This time, Shen Zhu was genuinely stunned. He looked down at Wen Ying, somewhat incredulous: "When?"

“I’ve attended several of your debut stages abroad, as well as the first one held at the National Stadium, including last autumn.”

Shen Zhu's expression shifted from astonishment to surprise as he gazed at Wen Ying with a complex expression.

"But what impressed me the most was when you first debuted. The crew of the drama I was filming happened to be shooting in the city next to where you were having a concert, so I asked the director for leave and went to the venue alone. Your fans even gave me support banners, but I was in the stands, so you probably didn't see them."

Wen Ying smiled and was about to ask Shen Zhu if he wanted to see the concert souvenirs. She still had the ticket stub. Before she could even speak, the person in front of her suddenly pressed her down on the sofa.

This time, Shen Zhu kissed her very gently, supporting Wen Ying's ear with one hand and the back of her head with the other, tenderly and lovingly kissing the corner of her lips, her forehead, and the tip of her nose.

Finally, it landed on the thin eyelid.

"I can always see you."

He said so.

They snuggled together on the sofa for a long time when the delivery person called. Shen Zhu had no choice but to get up, go outside to get dinner, and then put it on the coffee table and opened it.

He also acted clingy during meals, picking up chopsticks but not handing them to Wen Ying, eagerly wanting to feed her.

"..." Wen Ying glanced at him, "That's enough, it's not like I don't have hands."

Even so, when Shen Zhu held the chopsticks to her lips with great anticipation, Wen Ying still opened her mouth.

Wen Ying was fed several times in a row without realizing the seriousness of the problem. When she came to her senses, Shen Zhu hugged her in his arms again and didn't let go even when she went to the bathroom to wash up.

He handed her a toothbrush with toothpaste already squeezed out, and if Wen Ying hadn't repeatedly refused, Shen Zhu would have almost brushed her teeth for her himself.

"Then I'll go fill the bathtub with water." Shen Zhu kissed her cheek reluctantly, almost getting some soap on her.

Even though they were still in the same bathroom, less than five steps apart, Wen Ying didn't know where his reluctance to part came from.

Wen Ying felt a bittersweet sadness because her boyfriend was too clingy. After taking a bath, she realized she hadn't brought her pajamas.

She was taken care of by Shen Zhu the whole night, and immersed in his tenderness, she forgot even the most basic little things.

If Wen Ying were to live with Shen Zhu for an extended period of time, she suspected that he might even spoil her.

Getting out of the bubbly bathtub, Wen Ying wrapped a towel around herself and walked to the door.

"Shen Zhu?"

She called his name softly, but he heard her immediately and responded.

Close at hand.

Wen Ying looked down suspiciously, and a dark shadow came through the frosted glass in the doorway.

She opened the door a crack.

Shen Zhu lost his balance and almost fell headfirst into the pit.

What are you doing at the bathroom door?

Wen Ying looked at him with a puzzled expression. Could it be that mushrooms are suitable for growing near water sources?

"..." Shen Zhu glanced at her, then quickly turned his face away, saying awkwardly, "I'm afraid of the dark when I'm alone."