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

The person who came to pay didn't seem like someone who would care about such things, because when he was tying the bag, the pen in his hand fell and rolled under the table, stopping right at Wen Ying's feet.

He bent down, and his black T-shirt, along with his dark eyebrows and eyes, came into Wen Ying's view.

Their eyes met briefly. He said nothing, didn't ask her to help him throw the pen a little further away, and didn't show any extra expression.

The faces of his classmates seemed unfamiliar to him, and he didn't find it strange that someone was hiding under the table. He reached out and picked up the pen himself.

Wen Ying heard a voice coming from above and said "sorry" to Xia Yin, who replied "it's okay." The figure then left their table and went elsewhere.

Wen Ying turned her head. Chen Ge was still hugging his knees and typing on his phone. He was actually quite tall, but when he squatted down, his head hit the table, so he could only lower his head slightly in grievance.

"We, the insightful creators, are very good at empathizing with the world." Chen Ge moved the screen over, and there was only this line written on it.

He was so engrossed in typing that he didn't even notice his pen had fallen under the table.

Wen Ying didn't really want to say "it would be more embarrassing to be discovered hiding under the table" because she felt that Chen Ge's tone and expression were serious.

So she nodded and said with a smile, "Yes, you are indeed a kind person."

Chen Ge pursed her lips reservedly.

Xia Yin's voice came from above: "What are you two doing squatting down? Trying to keep the area under the table clean?"

As she spoke, she raised her leg and kicked Chen Ge in the butt. She was about to kick him a second time when Wen Ying stood up and casually took the packing bag from her hand: "This is heavy, I can carry it."

"..." It's not too heavy. Xia Yin narrowed his eyes. "Offering help for no reason."

"No way," Wen Ying said. "By the way, how much did you scan just now? I'll pay you back in cash."

Xia Yin: "Forget it, I was just saying it casually. I didn't mean to say you were eating for free. Consider this a staff meal, or a reward for your performance tonight. You have to work as hard as you did today in the future, understand?"

Wen Ying smiled and said, "Okay, received."

The three left the barbecue restaurant. Chen Ge kept turning his head to check for footprints on his pants. Wen Ying hooked the knot on the takeout bag with her index finger, making the plastic bag sway back and forth and make a rustling sound. Xia Yin swatted two mosquitoes and then clapped his hands: "Oops, we went the wrong way. The hospital isn't this way."

After much effort, she finally managed to hail a cab. The road to the hospital was winding and circuitous, and some unknown brand of car air freshener kept wafting into her nostrils. The driver's sudden braking made her feel nauseous, which only strengthened Xia Yin's resolve to buy a car.

After finally getting out of the car, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief. After a while, Xia Yin and Chen Ge felt better, while Wen Ying still felt a little dizzy and her stomach was not very comfortable.

"You guys go up first, I'll sit downstairs for a while," Wen Ying said.

It was late at night, and the hospital was brightly lit, but it was still dark outside. Most of the streetlights were off, with only a few ground lights faintly lit along the edge of the greenery.

Xia Yin was a little worried about leaving her alone: ​​"Chen Ge, give her your phone. Call me if anything happens."

Chen Ge reluctantly handed over his phone: "Don't go out empty-handed next time."

Xia Yin patted the back of his head: "Password."

Chen Ge took his hand out of his pocket again, angrily pulled out a ballpoint pen, and wrote the password on his palm.

He held out his hand to Wen Ying, and Xia Yin also came over. Chen Ge wouldn't let her see it and pulled Wen Ying away from him.

Wen Ying lowered her eyes, somewhat amused, and said softly, "You don't need to be wary of this password at all." It's such a simple six-digit number; anyone could guess it.

Chen Ge: "I'm taking revenge."

"Alright, whatever you say goes," Wen Ying said.

Chen Ge rubbed the ink off his palm with his fingers and followed Xia Yin upstairs.

Wen Ying put Chen Ge's phone into her backpack. Although she knew the password, she didn't intend to unlock the screen to check.

Just a few steps away was a small flower garden. She had glanced at it briefly during the day. The pink and purple flowers did not wane in the heat, but spread into a cluster of flowers, adding a touch of vitality to this rather desolate place.

A few minutes had passed since she got out of the car, and the dizziness had actually subsided. For some reason, Wen Ying didn't want to go upstairs right away. She walked along the stone path for a while, unable to distinguish whether the plants around her were roses or Chinese roses, but she did get bitten by mosquitoes several times.

She took the backpack off her shoulder, unzipped it, and rummaged through it for the denim jacket she had worn during the day. The key, which was at the bottom, was hanging from her cuff. As she zipped it up, the key was flung into the air, flying out in a silver arc due to inertia.

Wen Ying instinctively reached out to grab it, but before she could catch it, she slipped and fell into the pond at the end of the stone path with her key, as if jumping into a river.

"How unseemly" was the first thought that popped into her mind. Although she had retired from the entertainment industry and found a new job, she couldn't shake off her idol image anytime soon.

The second thought that flashed through her mind was, "How come there's a pond here too? The map didn't mention it." This thought vanished in an instant because, whether from choking on water or something else, her mind suddenly went blank.

The water wasn't actually that deep. Wen Ying noticed it the moment she hit the surface, but she fell headfirst. She tried to move her arms and struggled several times, but she couldn't get up.

I don't know if the system will be faster or if the hospital morgue's queuing system will be quicker...

At that moment, an arm appeared out of nowhere, wrapped around her waist, and tightened its grip on her. Wen Ying was pulled out of the pond like a water ghost.

"Cough cough cough..."

The moment she got a breath, she began to cough violently. The person who pulled her up did not immediately let go, but instead held her in a half-embracing position, letting her rest against their knees, their burning palms stroking her back.

Scalding hot. That was Wen Ying's first feeling. She was soaking wet. The drowning process was very short, but her body had already been frozen. The person next to her was hot, and through the thin fabric, his body heat was continuously transmitted to her.

Finally catching her breath, Wen Ying turned around with difficulty. Actually, she didn't really want to turn around, because she knew without a doubt that she must look terrible. Her hair was soaked, and her waterlogged denim jacket felt incredibly heavy, slumping down her shoulders.

Her eyes were red too; she had been coughing for so long that tears had come out, hanging in thin, fragmented strands on her eyelashes. Her vision was blurred, and she could only vaguely make out the figure of the person in front of her, dressed in all black.

"Thank you..." Her voice was a little hoarse.

The man didn't speak, but silently released her hand. Wen Ying got off him and sat on the grass. Her vision cleared, and she saw his equally soaked black T-shirt, clinging to his skin, revealing the faint outline of his muscles.

Wen Ying felt a little apologetic because the water droplets on her body had dampened her. The other person hadn't left yet and didn't seem to have any intention of leaving immediately. She was sitting on the grass beside her, her eyes lowered, seemingly lost in thought.

She spoke softly, "Excuse me, your clothes..."

He looked up at that moment and said, "Don't think too much about it."

Wen Ying was taken aback. He paused for a moment, then added hesitantly and somewhat awkwardly, "Life is wonderful."