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

【It's you again!!】

As soon as VV pushed open the door to her office, she saw a ball of white light floating in the room.

To be honest, the scene was a bit eerie, because the white light seemed to be bored while waiting, so it shaped itself into the shape of a ghost, and even stuck out its scarlet tongue at the little turtle on the desk, scaring the little turtle so much that it retracted all four limbs and almost lost several health points.

But more than the strangeness, VV felt annoyed at the moment.

Ever since she was transferred to the treatment department, this nameless system has been coming to her every few days, asking her to check its body or update its parts.

The system updated too frequently, and VV once thought it was unemployed—other systems work for their hosts and protect them 24 hours a day, but it seemed to have a fear of death and was very concerned about its own body.

You're here? Quickly, help me check this out.

Upon seeing VV, the system's eyes lit up. It put down the still terrified little turtle and lay down on the treatment bed with practiced ease.

Although somewhat impatient, VV maintained her professional demeanor, dragging the testing device over and sitting down next to the system.

The instruments probed and probed the ghost-like body.

What part of the body is this?

[Legs, legs that are 1.85 meters long.]

[Here? On the arm?]

[My neck, this is my swan neck.]

After asking several questions in a row, VV couldn't control her expression: "Can't you just act like a human? I have to personally distinguish your arms and legs. What if one day I mistake your head for your butt and poke it with a needle? You'll be crying then."

The system, bewildered, rolled over: [Why do I need to transform into a human?]

[It can also transform into other forms, like small flowers and grass, kittens and puppies. The female supporting character's system, Gao Dazhuang, became an adorable hamster, making up for the inconvenience of his name and successfully winning the host's favor.]

VV is currently in the form of a human female, with blonde hair and blue eyes, and at first glance, she looks a bit like a certain European or American superstar from the human world.

She set the testing device aside, opened the panel, and exported the system's data: [You spend all day aimlessly wandering around here, it must be because your relationship with the host isn't good enough; she dislikes you—Alright, test complete, you're perfectly healthy.]

The system moved its arms and legs, sat up in bed, and asked to personally review its own medical examination report.

vv was a little annoyed: "Over the years, I've treated countless patients, and not a single one has dared to question my medical skills. Do you have paranoia?"

The system thought to itself, "That's right. Where there's a master, there's a ruler. Even if it gets sick, it's because of Wen Ying's teachings and example."

[Let's double-check the sensors and signal transmission. I haven't received a reply to many of the messages I sent to the Supreme God. I'm wondering if I should go there in person...]

Before he could finish speaking, VV interrupted him: "Don't even think about it. Do you think God would let you see Him so easily? No living being in the three thousand worlds knows where God resides. If you want to contact the Supreme God, you must wait patiently. Perhaps God will come to you personally."

The system felt that it had waited long enough. Although the flow of time might be different in each world for gods, for humans, the wasted years were real lifespans.

It recalled Wen Ying's words to it; though Wen Ying's tone was calm, she must have harbored much resentment. If it was truly its own mistake that led to Wen Ying being prematurely transported to the Second World, the system would feel immense guilt.

The system seemed a little disappointed and turned to look at VV. Although VV was reluctant, it still carried out a new round of checks as requested.

Come and see!

VV's tone was slightly surprised, it seemed that a new problem had been found, and the system quickly moved closer.

[Your signal to the Supreme God was intercepted 268 times! Who on earth has the audacity to do that?]

The system paused for a moment, and VV sat up straight, operating the panel in his hand with a serious expression.

The results came back quickly. VV looked at the information on the panel, her expression gradually becoming indescribable: [Found it! The interceptor was actually yourself! Your highest command treated these signals as junk and shredded them...]

She looked the system up and down: "That's really strange. You're perfectly healthy, so how could you misjudge something?"

This time, not only was the system confused, but VV was also bewildered by this unexpected turn of events.

She stood up and paced back and forth in the room, feeling increasingly agitated. She raised her hand to adjust the working status on the control panel to rest, and pressed the button on the wall, causing a light green light to instantly rise.

【What's this? 】

[A protective device: green light will disguise the house as a breathing tree, concealing it within the surrounding forest.]

[So that other people won't be able to find us?]

That's right, I do that whenever I feel like being lazy.

VV grabbed the little turtle from the table, stuffed it into her pocket, and called the system over for help. Together, they moved the heavy desk.

A dark door reappeared, and VV shielded it with one hand, entering a password into the door as she spoke to the system: "Now I'm going to take you to uncover the truth, but you must keep today's events a secret. Otherwise, I will no longer treat you and will dismember you and throw you into the junkyard of the abandoned system recycling center."

VV's tone was threatening, giving the system goosebumps: [Why are you making it sound so serious? We're just trying to find the truth. Are we doing something shady?]

[It's not just that it's shameful to be seen by others.]

The tightly closed door slowly opened, revealing a similarly dark passageway, like a winding, giant serpent leading to the bottomless depths of the earth.

vv stepped onto the stairs with one foot and smiled brightly at the system.

We are breaking the law and committing crimes.

In the pitch-black darkness, only the little turtle emitted a faint green light.

The system stumbled along, and after entering the door, all its senses failed. The system was no longer a sophisticated instrument with excellent night vision, nor could it use teleportation. It could only follow VV step by step.

[I used to work in the R&D department, and I was one of the top scientists in the world. I've developed more systems than you've ever eaten salt. Many revenge systems, villain systems, including the currently very popular "working-class slacking-off" system, all originated from me.]

The passage was very far away. In the silent darkness, VV began to speak to the system behind her.

I thought I would continue to pursue my dreams in the research and development department, but one day, the divine intervention suddenly issued a transfer order, and I became the only doctor in the treatment department.

The treatment department is a newly expanded department. Before this, sick systems would only be scrapped and become worthless garbage, thrown into the recycling bin.

The system didn't understand why she would say these things to it, but still politely replied: "Perhaps this is a good thing, VV, you've saved many of the system's lives."

[A good thing? Maybe, but this isn't the life I originally wanted. No one would want to stay in this godforsaken forest and waste their life.]

If you don't like this job, why don't you apply for a transfer?

Because this is the punishment God has given me.

The system paused for a moment, originally intending to extract Wen Ying's tone from its memory to say something more comforting to VV, but when it opened its mouth, the words turned into something else entirely.

What have you done that God will punish you for?

The passage finally came to a close, and another pitch-black door was right in front of us.

VV stopped and began entering her password, this time without covering it with her hand.

The system suddenly felt as if its heart was being lifted high into the air. This feeling was strange because it clearly did not have a heart and should not be able to perceive emotions beyond data.

It wanted to say something to ease its barely concealed unease, but VV suddenly turned around, its eyes shining with a bright green light.

Perhaps it's because I'm overly aware.

-

Wen Ying woke up at four in the morning and slept until four-thirty in the afternoon.

She slowly got up, brushed her teeth and washed her face. The sound of running water was heard, and Shen Zhu came over, holding a laptop behind her.

Looking in the mirror, Wen Ying noticed that he was not only typing away on the keyboard, but also had a cell phone tucked between his ear and shoulder, looking very busy.

Shen Zhu was very carefree when he participated in the variety show for love. After the first episode was recorded, all the work that had been piling up came knocking on his door, so he had to spend more time and patience to deal with it, which gave him a huge headache.

Nevertheless, he still managed to smile at her between conversations with his subordinates: "I've had lunch delivered. Would you like to eat in the bedroom, or in the dining room downstairs?"

Wen Ying said, "Let's go to the restaurant." She patted toner on her face and casually picked up a hairpin next to her to put her hair up.

Shen Zhu watched her movements and said, "The hairpin is very pretty."

"It was a gift from a fan; it seems to have been hand-carved from some kind of wood." Wen Ying tidied her fallen hair and turned around. "When did you buy a new phone?"

"My secretary brought it over this morning."

“You got up early this morning, but didn’t you go to bed very late?” Wen Ying said, cupping his face in her hands. “You’re getting so little sleep, let me see if you have any dark circles under your eyes.”

Shen Zhu hung up the phone, obediently lowered his head, and let Wen Ying do the examination. When Wen Ying moved her hand away, he held her fingertips, kissed them lightly, and then took something out of his pocket and put it on her knuckles.

The entire set of movements was fluid and natural, catching Wen Ying off guard.

She looked at the ring on her hand; the pigeon-egg-sized diamond sparkled brilliantly under the light. She exclaimed, stunned, "Are you proposing?"

The second sentence was, "Didn't we agree that I would give you the ring?"

Shen Zhu laughed, casually put the laptop aside, picked up Wen Ying, kissed her forehead and the corner of her lips, and said while kissing her, "It's not a proposal. Proposals aren't done so hastily. I just suddenly wanted to give you a gift, just like I really want to kiss you right now."

A series of delicate kisses landed, the cool minty taste between Wen Ying's lips and teeth was dispelled by the scalding heat, and she pitifully huddled in the corner, a slow burning itch in her chest also compelled her to reach out and hook her arms around the neck of the person in front of her, so that he could get closer to her and explore deeper.

Only when her stomach started to protest did she touch Shen Zhu's hair to signal him to stop.

Shen Zhu pursed her slightly reddened lips with lingering affection, pulled back a little, but still didn't let go of her hand, maintaining the embrace as he led her downstairs.

"Don't you want your computer anymore?" Wen Ying turned around and reminded her.

"Let it stay in the bathroom for a while, it will take care of itself," Shen Zhu said. "I'll take care of you first."

"I can take care of myself."

Shen Zhucai ignored her and lowered his head to kiss her earlobe again: "It's because I have a heart condition that makes me uneasy when I can't take care of you."

Wen Ying punched him lightly, the force not too light or too heavy, landing above his collarbone.

Shen Zhu's smile widened, his gaze fixed on her intensely, and he continued to demand unreasonably, "Hit me one more time." Then Wen Ying glared at him fiercely.

Upon arriving at the restaurant, Shen Zhu helped her into a chair and then turned to check the food that needed to be heated.

During the meal, he offered to feed Wen Ying, but Wen Ying felt that doing so might give her a stomach ailment, so she rejected his suggestion.