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

Zhao Qi was initially annoyed by her lateness, but when he saw Wen Ying walking slowly toward him, his furrowed brows instantly relaxed.

She didn't wear the elegant long dress she had imagined. Instead, she wore a light-colored shirt with a flowing pleated skirt underneath. Because she was afraid of the cold, she put on a trench coat over it, and the leather boots that covered her calves cleverly balanced the girl's sweetness and liveliness.

Zhao Qi hurried over to greet her and noticed that she was wearing makeup today. The glossy lips made his heart pound, and he couldn't help but want to pinch her cheeks and kiss her.

But before she could touch him, Wen Ying turned her head away.

"It smells of smoke." Her eyes were slightly red from the smoke.

Zhao Qi suddenly realized what was happening and quickly threw the still-burning cigarette butt aside.

"A friend gave it to me. I was standing at the door, bored, so I just took a puff." He chuckled awkwardly and took the bag from her hand. "Come on in, my friends are waiting to see you."

Upon entering the private room, there were seven or eight people sitting around the round table, including Wen Ying, making only three girls.

Zhao Qi led her to a seat in the middle, and the people in the room began to urge him to make introductions.

"This is Yingying, my girlfriend." Zhao Qi's voice was full of pride.

Wen Ying's outfit today was truly pleasing to everyone's eye. Unlike her usual loose sportswear, she wore a hat and mask with her on at all times. The boys in the private room looked at her with envy, and the girls were definitely filled with jealousy as well.

Actually, long before she and Wen Ying became a couple, Wen Ying's name was already widely known in the boys' dormitory. The boys praised her face, saying that she was even prettier than a certain popular female idol. However, she was rather quiet and reserved, and her figure, which was always covered by a sports jacket, caused her to lose votes among the boys. The department's most beautiful girl was chosen by someone else.

Zhao Qi felt that Wen Ying had performed exceptionally well today, displaying her beauty flawlessly and making him look good.

So when his friend walked up to Wen Ying with a wine glass and shouted, "Those who are late should punish themselves with three drinks," he excitedly drank it for her.

Wen Ying was completely unaware of Zhao Qi's thoughts; she was currently arguing with the system in her mind: "Didn't they say Chi Ye would come? Where is Chi Ye?"

The system awkwardly checked the data: "Right away, right away..."

[Which horse is he riding that's so slow? I've already arrived and he still hasn't.]

Wen Ying gripped the tablecloth tightly with her hands hanging under the table, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

God knows how much conviction she had to maintain her composure and keep her expression from crumbling. Wen Ying felt she could be an actress.

The system returned after checking the data: [There's bad news. The male lead was suddenly called to a meeting by one of his advisors and probably won't be able to come tonight.]

The system's electronic voice became hesitant: "[Wait a minute, this isn't how the story is written, but the progress bar is still moving, it's already at 40%...]"

It itself couldn't figure out where things went wrong.

Wen Ying felt a chill run through her heart, knowing that this guy was unreliable.

The room was filled with the loud voices of boys, and people were smoking again, the smoke billowing out without restraint.

After Zhao Qi finished his introductions, he left her aside and joined the drinking party.

Wen Ying's gaze fell on the leather bag hanging on the back of Zhao Qi's chair, and she wanted to leave again.

She was startled when someone suddenly touched her shoulder. She turned around and saw a girl standing next to her.

"What's wrong?" Wen Ying subconsciously thought that she was also coming to ask her for a drink, but the girl came empty-handed.

"I need to go to the restroom to touch up my makeup. Did you bring any powder?" the girl asked, looking at her.

Wen Ying didn't have any powder compact in her bag. She moved her lips, about to speak, but the girl nodded to herself.

"Okay, let's go."

After saying that, he gestured with his eyes and led Wen Ying toward the door.

Someone at the table noticed their interaction and drunkenly shouted, "What's going on, Li Weiwei? We're eating halfway through the meal, where are you taking someone's girlfriend?"

Before he could finish speaking, another short-haired girl next to him nudged him with her elbow: "Is the friendship between girls going to the bathroom something you, a mere mortal, could possibly understand?"

"Ah, yes, yes, I'm just an ordinary mortal..."

The door to the private room was closed, and all sounds inside could be heard.

Wen Ying followed the girl named Li Weiwei to the restroom, where the latter closed the door.

"When did you and Zhao Qi get together?" The two stood in front of the mirror, and Li Weiwei asked directly.

"About two weeks ago," Wen Ying answered truthfully.

She could sense that Li Weiwei meant no harm, but her furrowed brows indicated that the other party did not approve of the relationship.

“A girl like you probably has no shortage of suitors,” Li Weiwei said as she turned on the tap to wash her hands, continuing amidst the sound of running water. “You’ll probably meet someone even better than him.”

The way he said it was practically like grabbing her by the ear and telling her that Zhao Qi wasn't good enough for her.

Wen Ying had a guess in mind, and took out her phone: "Let's add each other as friends, and keep in touch."

The two exchanged contact information. Before returning to the private room, Li Weiwei instructed her again: "When they try to get you to drink later, don't participate. Have your friend pretend to be a family member and call, then find an excuse to go straight home."

Wen Ying nodded and said she understood, then thanked her again.

After I sat back down at the table, sure enough, a guy brought over two glasses of wine.

"You were supposed to punish yourself with three drinks when you came in, but Zhao Qi drank them for you, which shows how important you are to him." The boy said, looking around the room, and sure enough, the people around him started to cheer.

The boy continued, "Today is Zhao Qi's birthday. Aren't you going to do something for him? Clink glasses and wish him a happy birthday?"

"Come on, the young couple knows how to celebrate on their own, they don't need you to egg them on," the short-haired girl who had spoken up for Li Weiwei earlier said half-jokingly.

The boy's smile faltered, and he shouted at the other person, "Zhang Yang, control your boyfriend."

He turned back and said, "How about this, let's have a drink. Everyone here is Zhao Qi's best friend. On behalf of all of us, I'll toast you."

After saying that, he picked up one of the cups and drank it all in one gulp.

The cheers in the private room grew louder. Wen Ying looked at the glass of wine in front of her and said, "Sorry, I'm allergic to alcohol."

The boy persisted: "It's just a trick you girls always use to avoid drinking. What's wrong with just one sip? Besides, we have medical students in this room."

A man with a buzz cut in the corner immediately raised his hand; his family owned a dental clinic: "Don't worry, sister-in-law, I'm here."

Wen Ying glanced calmly at Zhao Qi, who had remained silent.

Zhao Qi had a blush on his face. He was indeed very happy today, immersed in a beautiful bubble of dreams that was ostensibly a birthday party but in reality a way of showing off.

However, he wasn't so drunk that he lost his mind. He picked up a glass of sparkling fruit wine from the corner of the table and said, "Baby, drink this. It's low in alcohol, about the same as a small juice."

Wen Ying was so angry she laughed, suppressing the urge to throw the wine in his face.

She said to the system in her mind: "You said you wouldn't let anything happen to me."

"I absolutely guarantee your safety," the electronic voice replied.

Wen Ying picked up the glass of wine and swirled it around her lips.

The drink was emptied instantly. On the surface, she had drunk it, but in reality, the system had tampered with it and secretly transferred it away.

The people around her immediately applauded and praised her for her generosity. Zhao Qi's face also flushed. In the corner, a short-haired girl was arguing with her boyfriend. Only Li Weiwei looked at her with a hesitant expression.

Wen Ying smiled at Li Weiwei, took out her phone from her bag, and prepared to send a message to her roommate.

She scrolled down the dormitory group chat and found that a line of small gray text had appeared in her chat with Chi Ye, indicating that Chi Ye had retracted a message at 5:20 pm.

At 5:20, she was on her way and it's understandable that she didn't notice the notification sound.

But what did Ikeno withdraw?

Looking at his phone screen, Wen Ying guessed that he was probably taking pictures of his profile picture again; he seemed to have gotten addicted to it.

As she was thinking this, someone suddenly called her from above. Wen Ying's hand trembled, and she patted the image on the moonlit treetop as well.

Ikeno's message appeared instantly: "?"

Wen Ying blinked, and the question mark disappeared again.

"Ikeno" retracted a message.

The action was extremely swift, as if annoyed by his own subconscious instantaneous reply.

Two lines of small gray text, separated by time, are placed side by side.

Wen Ying unconsciously curled her lips into a smile, finding it somewhat amusing. She gently typed a few words.

wyy: "Call me."

Ikeno: "What is it?" A very aloof response.

Wen Ying didn't reply immediately, and someone else came over to urge her to drink.

“If I remember correctly, you were just represented by someone else.” She had a distant smile on her face.

The man scratched his head, his face full of pretense, and before he could speak, Wen Ying's phone rang.

"Excuse me, I need to take this call," she said, pressing the answer button.

"Hello, brother." She held the phone to her ear, her voice suddenly softening, "Are you... coming to pick me up now?"