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

On the other report card that Chen Ge found, Liang Muxi was indeed ranked first, with a considerable gap between him and the second place. His Chinese score was higher than in the final exam, and he also performed well in the other subjects, with no weaknesses.

Wen Ying looked down and thought that with these grades, he could skip the college entrance exam and there would be plenty of universities that wanted him.

But for some reason, Liang Muxi chose to stay.

"How about it."

The ballpoint pen in her hand was snatched away. Wen Ying looked up and found that Chen Ge actually had a smug look on his face.

She chuckled for a moment: "What do you mean, 'so what'? Liang Muxi got first place, why are you so happy? Is he your idol?"

Chen Ge wrote on the paper: "No, I haven't even spoken to him."

"Then why are you so animated and radiant?"

Chen Ge: "Oh, I'm happy because I saw you get the short end of the stick."

Wen Ying raised an eyebrow. "Sorry, you must be seeing things. I'm not someone who shows my emotions easily."

Chen Ge: What a coincidence, me too.

"..." Wen Ying glanced at him, "Put all eight of your teeth away before you talk to me."

Chen Ge tried to suppress the corners of his mouth, just as Xia Yin came over to inspect. He obediently lowered his head and pretended to be doing his homework seriously. Wen Ying sat next to him, sucking on a glass straw and continuing to look at the class group chat.

They were all talking nonsense, comparing answers to games, arranging dinners and escape rooms, creating a noisy scene. Wen Ying held her phone for a short while, and more than a dozen messages popped up.

Does anyone know how to solve the second-to-last question on Math Practice Paper 6?

[Go search online for what mobile phone cameras are used for.]

[The online resources only provide the answers without steps, and the numbers don't match.]

[Such a diligent and inquisitive mind? Something's not right with you.]

[Listen to me, whoever you are, get off my brother right now!]

[Get lost! I was at a family dinner. Some idiot relative sent their kid to a dance class for two days, and then they came back and showed off their talent at the dinner table. My mom was so excited clapping that she wanted me to show hers too.]

[What are we demonstrating? Solving math problems?]

[Yes, she's currently bragging to others about how I came from the top-tier class, saying I can come up with three different solutions to a problem. Mom, you dare to boast like that, but I dare not accept it!]

[I looked at the question, and it's something I can't do. I'll light a candle for you, my dear.]

[This is so unreliable! Where are the top students? I'm begging for advice from @ZhangShaoming @LinJiawen @JiangPeng, thank you in advance.]

This classmate begged and pleaded with everyone he could find, tagging a bunch of people, all of whom were among the top students in the class. Wen Ying glanced at them but couldn't find Liang Muxi's name. She checked the group members and found that he wasn't even in the group.

Recalling Chen Ge's words, "I've never even spoken to him," a thought popped into Wen Ying's mind: Liang Muxi is a very solitary person.

Being unconventional, perhaps even a bit isolated and indifferent to the world.

However, she didn't think much of it. The person who had just asked for the solution hadn't received the top student's answer yet, so they posted a reward red envelope in the group. Wen Ying grabbed Chen Ge's test paper and pen, quickly wrote down the steps and answers in the blank space, took a picture, and sent it to the group.

Then she happily accepted the red envelope containing a full fifty yuan.

"Thanks," Wen Ying typed. "Come to me again if you need anything next time."

There was a moment of silence in the group chat.

A few seconds later, the first question mark slowly appeared.

[? ]

[Chen Ge, you...]

[Has the world finally gone mad? Chen Ge is explaining math problems to me?]

[Whoever you are, get off Chen Ge immediately! Don't let yourself be tainted by the filth of mathematics!]

Wen Ying: "..." Is it really that exaggerated?

She looked up, and Chen Ge looked at her with a ghostly gaze, scrutinizing her from head to toe several times.

Wen Ying pushed the phone back in front of him, calmly saying, "I just used your account to receive a red envelope. Remember to give me the cash back, a friendly price of 30/70."

Chen Ge looked away and took out fifty yuan to give to her.

"Priceless," he wrote beneath her handwriting.

Wen Ying smiled silently.

Chen Ge put his phone back in his pocket and didn't say anything more. It was unclear whether he tacitly accepted that Wen Ying's past academic failure was a facade, or whether he was simply not interested in prying into someone else's secret and had no interest in asking any further questions.

However, it's better that he didn't ask, saving Wen Ying the trouble of making up reasons and excuses.

At 8 p.m., the person who was to relieve Xia Yin arrived. Xia Yin changed his clothes, put his baseball cap back on his head, and asked a few people to help carry the instruments to the ride-hailing car. He then drove Wen Ying and Chen Ge to the live house for their performance.

Xia Yin sat in the passenger seat, touching up her makeup in front of the mirror: "I think I should buy a car too. Taking taxis all the time doesn't seem like a solution."

"Buy it." Wen Ying was very supportive.

Xia Yin sighed: "But learning to drive is too difficult, really. I failed the second part of the test five times in a row. Every time, the points were deducted at unexpected points."

Chen Ge suddenly said, "Then forget it, I'm pretty afraid of dying."

Xia Yin turned her face upon hearing this, looking at him with a deep gaze: "Choose the one you're afraid of, the one you'll die later or the one you'll die now."

Chen Ge put on his headphones and pretended not to hear.

Wen Ying: "People who are not suitable for driving can also buy a car. Wang Ziming should have a driver's license, so why not let him be the driver?"

Xia Yin snapped the mirror shut: "Don't mention him, he's an idiot and he can't drive properly either."

Before we knew it, we had arrived at our destination.

Wen Ying opened the door and got out of the car. Together with Chen Ge, they pulled out the instruments needed for the performance one by one from the trunk. This live house was not the place she had come to twice before to save the day. The slightly old signboard hung on the top of the square building, and it looked a bit dimmer than Xia Yin's bar.

Xia Yin has a somewhat obsessive-compulsive obsession with the band's performance venue. Even though there are more people in bars and the venue is free, and their singing on stage can boost drink sales, Xia Yin would rather pay out of his own pocket to take them to a more formal stage.

This time, neither Wang Ziming nor the bar staff were present, so they had to carry the instruments in slowly by themselves. After making two trips back and forth, Wen Ying felt sweat dripping from her forehead.

A faint sound came from afar, like a muffled thunderclap on the horizon. She turned around in the direction of the sound, but the tall buildings were like silent shadows in the night, blocking all her view.

“That’s the city stadium over there,” Xia Yin said beside her, pointing in the direction obscured by shadows. “There’s a band having a concert there today. Do you know Twilight Siren? They used to perform at this live house too.”

The muffled thunder was replaced by another cheer, as powerful as the ocean waves, a sound that was equally indistinct and far away from them.

A gentle evening breeze lifted Xia Yin's hat brim slightly. She raised her hand to press it down, and strands of her flowing hair slipped through her fingers.

Wen Ying smiled and added the unspoken part of her sentence: "We'll stand there someday too."

Xia Yin gently patted Wen Ying's shoulder: "Let's go sing karaoke."

The performance went smoothly as always.

For Wen Yinglu, standing on stage is no different from being at home. When the spotlight is on, whether she's singing or interacting with the audience, it's as simple as eating and drinking.

However, Xia Yin was once again amazed by her. In the three performances, each time the adjectives used to praise her were unique, and Wen Ying shamelessly accepted them all.

At the end of the performance, Wen Ying sang a song written by the band called "To Be a Bird That Isn't Trapped in a Cubicle." The lyrics were written by Chen Ge and were funny with a touch of absurdity. After she sang a few lines, some fans in the audience actually sang along, and it sounded like there were quite a few of them.

Wen Ying knelt on the edge of the stage and handed the microphone down to the audience, making the noise even louder. Some even raised their phones to take photos with her.

Wen Ying smiled and took a few photos. She also called Chen Ge and Xia Yin to come over, but the two of them were having too much fun, especially Chen Ge, who was shaking his head and couldn't hear what she was saying at all. Wen Ying could only take photos by herself.

The performance didn't end until 10:30. After packing up, the clock already pointed to 11:00. Xia Yin called a car to take them back, along with their instruments. The three of them collapsed into their seats, exhausted. Their physical strength was almost depleted, but their minds were still active, and the excitement from the stage still lingered in their bones.

"Going to eat?" Xia Yin opened her phone. "Oh no, the grilled fish restaurant is closed."

Chen Ge stared blankly out the window. Wen Ying placed the folded coat on her lap and said, "It's fine. I don't want to eat fish either."

"Don't like it? Like Wang Ziming, you're afraid of fish eyes? Wait, that's not right." Xia Yin turned to look at her. "Didn't you tell me this afternoon that you wanted to go fishing?"

Wen Ying unscrewed the water bottle and drank, puffing out her cheeks without saying a word.

Outside the window, along both sides of the road, the signs of all the shops were dark, and whether it was a bone soup restaurant or a grilled fish restaurant, they were all closed.

The car turned into the alley and passed by a row of bicycles. A wisp of cooking smoke, rising from somewhere, seeped in through the cracks in the car window.

Xia Yin sniffed the air and muttered, "Let's eat barbecue."