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

"Let's go get grilled fish tonight. A friend recommended a place that's supposedly pretty good. We can also get some fish soup to take to Wang Ziming." Xia Yin put on her hat and muttered to herself, "Do grilled fish restaurants make fish soup?"

Chen Ge was drinking water and gestured with one hand: "Wang Ziming doesn't eat fish."

Xia Yin scoffed: "He just doesn't like eating meat that you can see its original shape. I can't tell when I bring him a bowl of soup. The doctor said that concussion patients need brain-boosting treatments. What if he comes back as an idiot and can't play the drums anymore? I'll have to find a new drummer."

While talking, he looked down at the group-buying deals, selected a package, showed it to Chen Ge, and then called out to Wen Ying.

“I’ve sent you a screenshot. Take a look and see if there are any dietary restrictions. Let’s discuss it in advance so that we don’t end up like last time, where we only found out after we got to the crab hot pot that one of the other doesn’t eat crab and the other doesn’t eat chicken feet.”

No one answered. Xia Yin turned her head and found that Wen Ying was also staring at her phone, but not at a group-buying deal; she was looking at a map app. Her eyes were fixed on the screen, seemingly focused, but she had actually been daydreaming for a while.

"What are you doing?" Xia Yin leaned closer, her gaze sweeping across the screen. She noticed that the area around the map, which Wen Ying had zoomed in on, appeared to be a reservoir. "Are you going there to play? Let me tell you, don't go. A lot of people have drowned in that reservoir."

"..." Wen Ying moved her finger to a different spot. "And here?"

Xia Yin: "Of course there are... I guess. When a lot of people walk along the river, one or two of them will inevitably fall in. But why are you always looking at these things? If you want to play in the water, let's go to the water park or the beach."

"I don't want to play in the water, I just want to catch a fish..." Wen Ying murmured.

This sounded rather strange. Xia Yin glanced at her in surprise, seemingly not expecting that someone who looked so frail would have such a wild hobby. But she didn't think much of it and just casually said, "If you want fish, I'll go to the market and buy you two." Then she led the group to rehearse again.

This time, Wen Ying played bass, and the guitar was temporarily put aside. They played until around 6 p.m., when the bar gradually got crowded. Xia Yin put away her instrument and went to the bar to greet the customers.

This bar belongs to Xia Yin and is part of her father's inheritance. She is twenty-one years old this year, but she has been out of school for several years. She doesn't lack money and doesn't rely on the bar to make money. During the day, when the bar is closed, Xia Yin uses the whole place as a rehearsal space for her band. They occasionally sing at night, but they usually don't perform there.

The singer performing today is a young man with shimmering silver hair and blue hair. His skull T-shirt and the tattoos on his arms complement each other perfectly. He is very enthusiastic and helped Wen Ying and Chen Ge move their instruments as soon as he put down his bag.

As the last drum set was put down, Wen Ying smiled and said "thank you" to the other person.

A blush crept across the blue-haired youth's cheeks, his smile as shy as a peach blossom in March. He pulled out his phone and stammered, "I've noticed you for a long time, could... could I add you on WeChat..."

Wen Ying still smiled and used the same excuse she'd used a million times, her voice soft and helpless: "No, I'm still a minor."

This trick always worked. The blue-haired youth's hand trembled as he let it fall back. He paused, still unwilling to give up, and said reluctantly, "Then, then I'll wait for you to grow up, okay?"

"Damn it, wait until I grow up! Do you know how old I really am mentally? You'll be shocked if I tell you!" Wen Ying thought to herself, but her expression remained unchanged, maintaining her politeness as she glanced at Chen Ge.

The person who was leaning against the wall reading a novel put away their phone, walked over, made a hand seal, and pulled her away.

Once outside the storage room, Chen Ge released his grip on Wen Ying's sleeve and walked ahead on his own.

He looked pretty cool. Wen Ying glanced at him and followed behind, asking, "What did you say to him?"

Chen Ge didn't turn around, but Wen Ying saw him shake his head, meaning "It's nothing."

Wen Ying didn't ask any more questions. She took out her phone and continued searching the map, looking at the points she had marked in red.

She explored reservoirs, riverbanks, central lakes, small ponds, and even the artificial fountains in shopping mall plazas.

In some places, the water is clear, and the fish swim up like innocent children, unaware of the ways of the world, to beg for food and drink. In other places, the water is murky, and the fish look dirty, covered in mud, and not very attractive.

Wen Ying sat on the shore, breaking off breadcrumbs, watching the fish swarm around her, wolfing down the food in an unseemly manner. No matter how hard she racked her brains, she couldn't picture the fish she was looking for.

I can't even imagine how I could fall in love while holding a fish.

Can a fish turn into a human? If it does, will its eyes still be on the side? If it can't focus its gaze, how can it clearly see what someone looks like? If someone's appearance doesn't fit the fish's aesthetic, will the fish be terrified, whip its tail, and dart back into the water, then forget about her in seven seconds?

As Wen Ying pondered this, she chuckled to herself. She then walked to the bar, sat down on a high stool quite naturally, swiped across the menu, and said, "Give me a Long Island Iced Tea," while switching her phone screen to a QR code.

There was no movement. She slowly raised her head, and under the dim light, Xia Yin coldly smashed a glass of chilled orange juice onto the stage.

"You're completely lawless."

After Xia Yin finished speaking, she turned back. Wen Ying sighed and smiled for two seconds, trying to adjust to the fact that her ID card showed her as an age that was still considered unruly. She turned her head and saw that Chen Ge was sitting obediently, biting on the straw on the Want Want milk carton, and doing his homework with his exercises spread out.

Wen Ying recalled Xia Yin's threat to Chen Ge a few days ago, saying that playing in a band was fine, but the band's performance couldn't be allowed to decline. Otherwise, no matter how good Chen Ge's skills were or how much he contributed to the band, Xia Yin would kick him out without hesitation.

At the time, Chen Ge seemed completely unconcerned, putting on his headphones, putting his hands in his pockets, turning his back and pretending not to hear, acting extremely nonchalant. But now it seems... he wasn't entirely unconcerned after all, looking incredibly serious as he hunched over his desk studying.

Wen Ying didn't bring her homework, but since she had nothing else to do, she took a couple of sips of her juice and propped her head up to glance at her test paper.

A quick glance revealed a major problem: Chen Ge's answer to the first question was wrong. As she continued reading through the numbers, she found that the remaining questions also had incorrect answers. Although the blank spaces were filled with solution steps, they were all meaningless formulas and scribbles. It was probably just a pretense, taking advantage of Xia Yin's inability to understand high school math problems.

Wen Ying dragged the stool over: "Let me teach you."

Chen Ge wrote "No need" next to the question number.

He refused quickly, but Wen Ying's desire to teach was not deterred. She continued, "It's alright, I'll teach you the most basic and simple solution, I guarantee you'll understand."

Chen Ge raised his head this time, his expression revealing a hint of confusion, as if to say, "What nonsense are you spouting?"

Wen Ying felt that her passionate experience of winning first place for twelve consecutive years was not to be underestimated. Although a long time had passed, the knowledge she had learned in school was still etched in her mind. She immediately took the ballpoint pen from Chen Ge's hand.

Chen Ge silently let go of her hand and pushed the test paper towards her. Wen Ying thought he had agreed to let her teach her, and was about to speak when Chen Ge took out his phone and covered the question with it.

The screen was on, and Wen Ying was still quickly going through the solution in her mind. She casually asked, "What is it?"

Chen Ge gestured for her to see for herself.

Wen Ying looked down and saw that it was a final exam ranking list, which Chen Ge had found in the class group chat.

The first-place score was 620, which seemed lower than she had imagined, considering it was from a science class. The second-place score was 618.5, not much different from the first place. Her gaze continued downwards... and she found Chen Ge's name in the tenth-to-last place in the class ranking.

"You got 120 in Chinese and 22 in Math. You're a bit unbalanced in your subjects..."

Chen Ge made a slight sound from his nose, which Wen Ying actually recognized. The sound seemed to carry a hint of disdain, but what was he disdainful of? She slowly slid her finger down, but Chen Ge lost his patience and scrolled to the bottom of the image in one go, pointing to the second to last name.

The two short characters formed an incredibly familiar name. Wen Ying blinked repeatedly: "What a coincidence! Is there someone named Wen Ying in your class too?"

Chen Ge watched her with his arms crossed.

My gaze quickly swept over the row of names marked with my name. The scores were mostly single digits, with the highest being only double digits. In total, I didn't even have three hundred points.

Wen Ying looked away, unable to look directly at him, and the smile moved from the corner of her mouth to Chen Ge's face.

Chen Ge gestured: "It's okay, second place is still pretty good, at least it's not last place."

Wen Ying: "..."

Chen Ge continued, "And you did write a paper this time, which was blank before, so you're making progress."

Wen Ying remained silent. She could still get single-digit scores on tests, and she would have gotten higher scores if she threw the answer sheet on the ground and stomped on it.

Chen Ge, beaming with pride, said, "In short, this is a victory, and you should cherish it, because such results don't come often."

"Thanks, you're so good at comforting people," Wen Ying said. "So, I was always last in class before?"

Chen Ge thought for a moment and said, "That's not quite right. I only know your grades after you transferred here, not how you did at your previous school."

What else can happen? It can't get much better; this character is set in stone.

Wen Ying's mind was filled with fantasies. She was already imagining herself returning to school and winning first place in the mock exam of her senior year. It was an incredible underdog story, a kind of wish-fulfillment novel that wouldn't even dare to write.

"And what about this person?" Wen Ying looked down at the scores again, her gaze settling on the last place. She hadn't seen it clearly before, but now she realized that the person who came in last place had a score of 137 in Chinese, a perfect score in math, and all the other scores were zero.

"Liang Muqi." She casually uttered his name, jokingly asking, "What, is he sick and didn't come to the exam?"

Chen Ge nodded: "I heard that's how it is. He seems to get sick easily, so missing exams is commonplace. Liang Muqi spends half his time competing with you for last place."

"What's the point of arguing about being last..." Wen Ying coughed lightly, "What about the remaining half of the time?"

"Well," Chen Ge paused, then flattened the Want Want Milk into a small piece, shrunk the image, and brought up another, slightly blurry one.

"He was in first place for the rest of the time."