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

Because it was daytime, the bar was dark, and the doors were wide open, letting in beams of sunlight that shone on the rows of empty booths.

Three people stood on the not-so-spacious stage. Xia Yin took off her baseball cap, swept her hair back, took out a bottle of purified water from a cardboard box placed on the edge, unscrewed the cap, and drank the water in two or three gulps.

The empty bottle was casually tossed aside. Xia Yin took two more bottles from the box, hooked them between her fingers, tossed one into the arms of the keyboard player who was standing there in a daze, and held the other bottle in front of Wen Ying.

The latter was bending down to loosen the guitar strings, casually said thank you, and added, "Just leave it there."

Xia Yin didn't let go; she flicked the bottle cap off and remained standing in front of her.

"What kind of habit is this?" Xia Yin asked.

"It's a habit I developed naturally." Wen Ying put down the guitar and took the water from her hand. "To protect the guitar and extend its lifespan."

"What's the point of extending the lifespan of plywood? Just throw it away when it breaks. I have several new ones at home."

Wen Ying took a sip of water, smiled, and said nothing.

"And your clothes too." Xia Yin's gaze shifted from the guitar to Wen Ying's jacket, and she began to criticize it. Although she had borrowed it not long ago, seeing the ordinary-looking jacket on Wen Ying now made her feel disgusted.

"Other lead singers are all so glamorous, with big gold chains and sequined shirts. They don't even need spotlights when they stand on stage; they just start shining from every angle. Why do you only wear the same two outfits over and over again? You look like a student."

Wen Ying screwed the bottle cap back on tightly and said, "Sister, I'm a student."

Xia Yin: "..."

Embarrassingly, she forgot that Wen Ying was someone Chen Ge had dragged from the street to fill in for their performance half a month ago when they couldn't find a lead singer. At the time, Wen Ying was wearing the same high school uniform as Chen Ge, and she just let her hair down and sang on stage for two hours.

At the time, she thought she would find someone to fill in for her, settle the salary after the performance, and then forget about it. She would then look for a few more professional lead singers. However, before she could find any new talent, the drummer had a problem during the second performance, and Xia Yin took his place. The bassist was left vacant, and Chen Ge called Wen Ying back.

Wen Ying wasn't wearing her school uniform that time. She was dressed simply in a white T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. When she arrived, she loosened the hair tie that held her ponytail and fastened it to her wrist.

Because of the rush, Xia Yin didn't have time to test her offstage. She was actually quite nervous, but Wen Ying seemed very calm. She listened to the original song once and glanced at the sheet music before saying that she had a good grasp of it. She returned to the stage, picked up Xia Yin's bass, stood next to the microphone, and started singing.

It was then that Xia Yincai realized with astonishment that the person Chen Ge had casually pulled over seemed to be somewhat unusual.

Her musical talent and skill seem exceptional—talent is perhaps the only word to describe her. Wen Ying's relaxed stage presence, her mastery of instruments, and her perfectly controlled singing style all indicate that Xia Yin no longer needs to look for a new lead singer; no one is better than her.

The best person was already standing in front of her. Xia Yin knew it was her.

Coming to his senses, Xia Yin noticed Wen Ying's unremarkable denim jacket and his expression became somewhat unnatural. He coughed lightly and said, "I just think that a better-looking outfit might suit you better than a plain one. Otherwise, it's like a pearl being covered in dust, isn't it... You know, the lead singer is the face of the band."

Wen Ying said, "Okay, I know." She patted her shoulder reassuringly, "But I didn't want to embarrass you."

It is true that "I don't want to". If I could, who wouldn't want to live a glamorous life? The pursuit of wealth and glory is human nature. Even if I'm not particularly enthusiastic about some things, it's still good to buy them for appreciation.

But there was no other way. Wen Ying was no longer the wealthy star who spent lavishly just to make people laugh. In the two months she had been in this world, she had killed more mosquitoes than she had in her bank account.

Wen Ying still remembers the feeling of inserting her card to check her balance for the first time. In the air-conditioned lobby of the bank, her heart was also chilled by the blast of air conditioning.

Ninety-eight yuan and sixty cents, not even enough to reach one hundred. Wen Ying's eyes widened and then narrowed, as if she could focus her gaze and find the decimal point on the screen that she had inadvertently misread.

It wasn't until the sweating uncle behind her urged her in a rough voice that she turned around in a daze, clutching the thin card. Losing the decimal point didn't matter; after all, moving 98.6 yuan one place to the right would only add less than 900 yuan.

What could she do with all this money? She tried to figure it out in her mind, but for a moment she couldn't come up with any ideas. She had been living a life of extravagance for too long, leaving everything about her life to her assistant. She had completely forgotten how much it cost to buy food, clothing and other necessities in the market.

I took a taxi to the bank, but walked home. In the sweltering summer heat, I was drenched in sweat. When I got home, I wanted to take a shower, but then I wondered if I owed any utility bills for my rented apartment.

So she quickly checked her phone and thankfully, the water and electricity bills had been paid in full for the second half of the year. Wen Ying contacted the landlord and learned that she had also paid the rent for the entire year in one lump sum when she rented the house.

She rummaged through drawers and cabinets to find her student ID, and then pulled out a red envelope from an English dictionary. The bulging stack of cash was exactly the amount for her senior year tuition. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief, turn on the air conditioner, and sit on the floor to slowly tidy up the mess she had made of the room.

The system still had some conscience; it didn't make her a complete pauper.

A fleeting sense of relief washed over Wen Ying as she put the dictionary and red envelope back. But then, remembering what the system had told her before it left, she was overcome with melancholy and sighs.

[The Supreme God is still watching us. Although Shen Chi and I have created the illusion that you have perfectly integrated into the previous world, it may not last long. I need to go back to VV and have her help me find out about my being recycled and remade. So, this time, you can only rely on yourself.]

[In the Third World, I can't use any of my abilities. The relationships and plot are all unknown. What I can tell you is secondhand information I bought through back channels. They say…]

Your boyfriend this time is a fish.

Fish? She wants to fall in love with a fish? Are you kidding me? So is this a completely pure romance anime? After all, there's a significant gap between humans and fish, and reproductive barriers too...

Wen Ying had a hundred questions to ask, but the system repeatedly emphasized that "we came here illegally," and then it scrambled away, leaving her with no useful information whatsoever.

Is it a freshwater fish or a sea fish? Is it bony or boneless? It didn't say anything, leaving Wen Ying completely baffled and guessing.