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

Wen Ying took a taxi back to school alone.

She bumped into Chi Ye at the mall and gained ten more favorability points.

The system asked: [You've accumulated 55 points of affection, which is more than half of the total. Why aren't you going home with the male lead?]

Wen Ying was puzzled: [Aren't we supposed to follow the plot?]

Can you get the correct answer by skipping necessary steps and going straight to the destination?

System: [Actually, our little world offers a high degree of freedom and a very immersive experience. Don't you think it's a bit like an otome game...?]

There was some traffic on the road, and the driver kept glancing at the rearview mirror, as if he wanted to talk to the passengers to relieve their boredom.

Wen Ying avoided eye contact and lowered her hat brim: "No, my teacher said that if you write down the answer without showing the steps in the exam, you won't get any points."

Actually, she had a vague premonition.

Ikeno himself doesn't care about the so-called process or result.

In the dozen or so seconds that they stared at each other, his eyes, for the first time, revealed an undisguised, intense sense of danger.

Once inside, there was no way out; she was certain she hadn't misread it.

It was already 7:30 pm when I got back to the dormitory.

My roommates were all sitting under the bed, and Jiang Xue, who had disappeared for a whole day because of her date, had also returned.

"Have you eaten? Lu Xi brought you oden," Yu Qing said. "Eat quickly, we need to finish our group assignment for the general course tonight, the deadline is tomorrow."

Group assignment. Wen Ying recalled in her mind that it was indeed true.

The arrangements were made two weeks ago, and the deadline was originally quite generous, but her roommates weren't in a hurry, so she naturally forgot about it.

Wen Ying asked instinctively, "Who's in charge of the speech?"

Yu Qing smiled knowingly and patted her on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I won't make you go up to the podium to be tortured."

Jiang Xue chimed in from the side: "I'm the one being tortured."

"Get lost! Who was it that rapped in Professor Li's class last time, saying that everyone's attention was my stimulant? Everyone knows you're the top student." Lu Xi fiddled with her computer, then turned to Yu Qing. "I've sent you the data. Receive it."

With her roommates all in a state of preparation, Wen Ying was not lagging behind either.

During this time, Zhao Qi called several more times, but she didn't answer them, replying with text messages saying she was doing her homework.

Zhao Qi could only send a disappointed emoji: "Then you must come to dinner tomorrow night."

wyy: "I will go."

Zhao Qi: "That's good. But honey, I might not be able to pick you up from your dorm. You know, as the main character, I have to be there first."

Wen Ying didn't care whether Zhao Qi would come to pick her up. In her opinion, walking through the campus with Zhao Qi would probably make her feel more uncomfortable than walking alone in the crowd.

wyy: "It's okay, just send me your location and I'll go there myself."

Zhao Qi said "okay", and then sent another photo: "A friend of mine insisted on ordering a cake. She sent me so many pictures to choose from. My eyes are so tired from looking at them. Honey, which one do you think looks the best?"

Wen Ying was busy discussing the details of the PPT with Yu Qing and didn't have time to reply to this message.

When she returned to her seat, her phone had received several more messages from Zhao Qi.

"So many people want to give me gifts! Wow, how come your boyfriend is so popular? [shy][sunglasses]"

"I'm almost embarrassed, honey, please don't buy it for me. Your presence alone is the greatest token of your affection. [rose][kiss]"

wyy: "I've already bought it."

Zhao Qi: "Oh? My darling, you've spent so much money on me. Let me see if it's expensive. You don't need to spend so much money on me. My darling should save that money for herself to buy more pretty dresses~"

Wen Ying paused her typing and sighed helplessly.

This person is so dramatic...

At this moment, another message from Zhao Qi popped up.

"WC!"

He sent several shocked emojis in a row: "Ikeno just came back and gave me a gift, it's from Dior! Wow, I'd heard he was rich, and he's so generous. He really treats me like a brother. But how did he know it was my birthday?"

Wen Ying was also surprised. She was seen by Chi Ye while buying a gift in the mall. When asked, she answered truthfully, but she did not expect that Chi Ye would also give Zhao Qi a gift.

She asked curiously, "What did he give you?"

“Uh, an umbrella. Why would he suddenly give me an umbrella? I have two umbrellas in my dorm.” Zhao Qi’s interest dipped for a moment, then rose again. “But this umbrella isn’t cheap. I checked on the official website, and it’s enough to buy several new mobile phones.”

Wen Ying didn't discuss the gift with Zhao Qi much. When Yu Qing called her from the side, she snapped out of her reverie and threw herself back into the battle of group work.

Classes didn't start until 10 a.m. the next day. After finishing her homework, Wen Ying had a good night's sleep.

Their group's PPT was saved on Yu Qing's USB drive, but after breakfast, Yu Qing's USB drive disappeared.

Lu Xi accompanied her along the route they had taken, but they found nothing. Fortunately, Wen Ying still had the original, unmodified version on her phone. They had to borrow a USB drive from a classmate and reconnect the computer.

"Let me help you." The girl sitting in front of Wen Ying brought her laptop and offered to help.

Wen Ying was momentarily stunned by her enthusiastic smile and smiled back at her.

"Let's add each other as friends first, then you can send me the PPT," the girl said.

Wen Ying complied and the two exchanged contact information.

When the verification was completed, the girl in front of me suddenly paused.

"What's wrong?" Wen Ying asked.

She looked up, her smile less enthusiastic than before: "It's nothing, I just noticed your profile picture is the same as mine."

After saying that, he turned around and tapped a few times on the computer.

"Okay, just call me when you need to use the USB drive." This time she didn't turn around; she spoke with her back to Wen Ying.

During the general education class, Wen Ying finally witnessed Jiang Xue's remarkable abilities.

The initial version of the PPT was too hastily written, and missing words caused the word order to be incoherent, but she continued to work through it without any problem.

Until the slideshow transition, the page transformed into a paper airplane and took flight...

The audience burst into laughter. Wen Ying, who had helped create the PPT, shrank under the table. This fancy little idea came from her impromptu experiment and had been modified during the subsequent review.

However, they used the original version, and the paper airplane was preserved.

Jiang Xue, however, was very serious and cleared her throat: "What's all the noise about? Our group members carefully prepared this detail, but you only noticed the clumsy and ridiculous way the paper airplane flew up. You didn't understand its meaning at all."

"What does it mean?!" A heart-wrenching scream suddenly came from the corner.

Jiang Xue placed her hands on the podium and asked, "Question! Our PPT has seventeen pages in total, and on each page, a paper airplane flies out once, and only once, never turning back. What does this represent?"

She pressed the remote control, cut off a page, and on the red and white template was an old photograph, next to which was a line of bold black text in Song typeface: "From now on, our plane will no longer need to make two round trips."

The concept was immediately elevated, perfectly matching the theme of their speech in this class.

"Awesome!" Roaring Bro is back in action, clapping enthusiastically first, "I'll get fired up first."

Jiang Xue waved for him to sit down: "Keep it low-key, please give me a serious atmosphere so I can finish this speech."

The classroom environment returned to normal. Wen Ying witnessed this incident and whispered in Lu Xi's ear, "Who was that boy who was clapping just now? He was really enthusiastic."

“He’s Jiang Xue’s boyfriend, he’s here to accompany her to class,” Lu Xi said.

"They're such a perfect match, aren't they? Their thought processes are so similar, no wonder they can be together." Yu Qing twirled her pen and sighed softly. "They understand your weirdness, they're adorable, I don't ask for much, this is my ideal type."

Lu Xi nodded: "What kind of person does A-Ying like?"

"Me..." Wen Ying paused, then thought of Chi Ye, who had abandoned the pure and innocent campus romance and was now single-mindedly studying the "little black room" (a metaphor for a place with a dark and gloomy atmosphere). He was quite strange...

Before Wen Ying could finish speaking, Yu Qing interrupted, "Ying has a boyfriend. Didn't you see him yesterday? It was raining outside, and they were sharing an umbrella."

Lu Xi said "Oh": "The school heartthrob, he's cold and aloof and doesn't seem to like talking to people. Someone once said on the confession wall that a man who doesn't fit in with the group shouldn't be voted the school heartthrob."

Wen Ying, who had been lost in thought, perked up immediately upon hearing this: "Is that so? And then?"

"Then countless people in the comments section posted the same sentence: 'What can you do if the school heartthrob is just like that? I can only forgive him easily because of his stunning good looks...'"

At this moment, Jiang Xue, who had finished her speech, also came down from the stage. Instead of going back to her boyfriend, she squeezed into the middle of her girlfriends: "Are you talking about Chi Ye? My boyfriend told me something that only circulated in their boys' dormitory about the school heartthrob. At the end of last semester, Chi Ye's takeout was stolen, and then he ordered another one, which was also stolen."

Jiang Xue held up five fingers: "The school heartthrob ordered takeout five times in one day, but he didn't get a single hot meal. The next day, his roommates also ordered two meals for him, but they were stolen too."

Yu Qingzhuan's pen fell to the ground: "Huh? How can someone steal takeout so brazenly?"

“More than that.” Jiang Xue waved to the other girls in the dorm, signaling them to come closer. “Two nights later, the person who stole the takeout added the school heartthrob’s social media account and asked him why he hadn’t ordered takeout the day before. He even said that it was his way of showing his love to the school heartthrob.”

Wen Ying was completely confused this time: "How can stealing be considered a way of showing love?"

Jiang Xue then analyzed, "The first time he stole five takeout orders, the second time he stole two." As she spoke, she counted on her fingers, "The third time, the school heartthrob didn't order takeout, five, two, zero, I love you. Of course, the thief probably originally wanted to make five, two, one, but he didn't succeed."

She spoke so eloquently that it almost confused everyone.

Lu Xi was skeptical of such rumors: "Then why haven't we heard about this?"

Jiang Xue clapped her hands: "That's right, so this is a story that only circulates in the boys' dormitory. The school heartthrob probably also thinks this is pretty crazy, so he doesn't want to make a fuss. But since then, he has never ordered takeout again, and the way to search for his account has changed to only adding it via QR code."

Yu Qing: "Indeed, what you just said sounds absurd, but it's quite scary when you think about it. The school heartthrob has a good sense of safety. What if some pervert puts poison in the takeout? It's better to eat in the cafeteria; at least the cafeteria ladies won't harm you."