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

Wen Ying exclaimed "Ah!" and immediately realized he had misunderstood, so she tried to explain, "That's not how it happened. I was just listening..."

But as she was talking, her finger accidentally touched the switch on the hair dryer, and a loud hum filled the living room. Because she was holding it backwards, a few strands of hair almost got caught in it. She was startled and frantically tried to turn it off, but accidentally pulled on the power strip next to her. With a "beep," the air conditioner's vent baffle closed.

"What are you listening to?" A voice sounded from behind. Liang Muqi walked over, reconnected the power strip, and pressed the switch on the air conditioner with the remote control.

He stood there waiting for her reply, very calmly, simply waiting, without any intention of rushing to give her guidance or criticism just because he saw her mess things up.

Wen Ying thought about their recent meetings, in which she always appeared in front of him in a disheveled state, once with seaweed on her head and another time with white foam on her head.

The incident at the pond was a matter of life and death, so Liang Muqi offered a few lukewarm words of comfort, telling her to live well. When she heard that she had accidentally thrown her keys into the water, Liang Muqi also went to retrieve them without a word. Wen Ying remembered that he didn't complain at the time, so he probably wouldn't have secretly gossiped behind her back, saying things like, "He can mess up something as simple as this, he must have something wrong with his head."

"Have you noticed that you always seem to see me in a rather undignified state?" she said with some emotion.

"Isn't this undignified?" Liang Muqi asked with the same expression, placing the remote control back on the coffee table. "I think I've figured out why you and Chen Ge were hiding under the table."

"Uh. So, do you find it funny?"

"It's funny, but not a joke. You don't need to hide anymore, I'll give you a discount."

Wen Ying looked up, her tone now tinged with regret: "Then I've missed out tonight."

"It's okay, just remind me next time you go." Liang Muqi said, then returned to the table and continued eating her bowl of noodles.

Watching his actions, Wen Ying turned on the hairdryer a second time. For some reason, she suddenly wanted to message Chen Ge and tell him, "See, I knew I wasn't wrong." But she didn't, because this smug feeling came out of nowhere, as if seeing through someone was something to be proud of. Wen Ying composed herself and suppressed it.

After drying her hair, the unexpected visit came to an end. Wen Ying consciously took a tissue to wipe away the strands of hair on the floor, rolled up the hair dryer cord, put it back in its place, and walked to the entrance to open the door.

"Then I'll be going now." She turned back to look at Liang Muqi and said, intending to say thank you to him after he nodded and said goodbye.

But Liang Muqi stood up: "Wait for me." He carried the empty bowl back to the kitchen. Wen Ying was standing at the door. She heard the sound of water, paused for a few seconds, then started running again, and then the tap was turned off completely.

Liang Muqi wiped her hands clean and came out, picking up the keys from the table: "Let's go."

The motion-activated lights in the hallway came on, but Wen Ying's home was still dark. Liang Muqi checked everything and went to the meter box to adjust it for her. Wen Ying stood next to him, using her fully charged phone as a flashlight.

Half of the beam of light shone on the colorful buttons, and the other half fell on Liang Muxi's profile. Afraid of blinding him, Wen Ying raised her arm high. The white light brushed past his ear. Wen Ying tilted her head to look and said with a sigh, "Liang Muxi, you really are a good person."

With half of the view clear and half dim, Liang Muqi turned his head slightly and glanced at her.

"I didn't mean to give you a 'friend card'." Not quite understanding the meaning in that look, Wen Ying thought for a moment and then added, "I just think you're very reliable. Thank you, you're a good neighbor."

Liang Muqi said there was no need to thank him, it was only right for neighbors to help each other, especially since they were classmates.

Wen Ying felt a little embarrassed, and after shaking her head, she admitted that she really didn't remember Liang Muxi when she was at the pond. She tried to explain sincerely, "Actually, there was nothing I could do. I just transferred here, and I only became familiar with Chen Ge because he claimed to be my deskmate on QQ, and I owed him money for two pens. If you dragged me into the classroom now and pointed to everyone's faces, I still wouldn't recognize a single one..."

Liang Muqi withdrew his hand, turned around, and gestured for Wen Ying to turn off the flashlight. "I know, it's not your fault. I was just saying it casually that day."

"Then I need to confirm, I don't owe you anything like I owe Chen Ge for the fountain pen, do I?" Wen Ying asked.

Liang Muqi stopped in his tracks on the stairs. Wen Ying watched his back as he looked down at him, his head slightly lowered, as if he were deep in thought. She quickly recalled, "No way, did I really borrow something from you? This 'borrowing' persona doesn't seem to fit me."

Liang Muqi didn't say anything, but felt around in his pocket, turned around, and handed something to Wen Ying.

The guitar pick lay quietly in my palm, emitting a pale, hazy light under the reflection of the lamp.

“This is yours,” Liang Muqi said.

Wen Ying was stunned for a moment, unable to recall when she had lost it, when she had bought a new pick, and forgotten about it.

So she scratched her head and asked uncertainly, "Mine?"

“Yes, you were in a hurry at the hospital entrance that day and left it behind, which I found,” Liang Muxi said. “It was raining heavily that day, and you said the sky would clear up soon. In the afternoon, the rain turned into sunshine.”

The rainy day turned into a sunny one. Liang Muqi put away his umbrella under the eaves. Two snarling delinquents ran out of a shop by the roadside, snatched cigarettes and alcohol, and brazenly ran across the street. The shop owner, a frail man with a cane, stood behind him and shouted angrily. The delinquents seemed not to hear him, jumping higher as they waved their spoils, as if mocking him.

Liang Muqi dealt with one of them with the handle of his umbrella, while the other, brimming with arrogance, threatened to challenge him to a duel. Liang Muqi looked at him indifferently, and the other man took two steps forward and three steps back before being knocked down by the boss, who was also hopping over, with his cane.

This was just another ordinary little episode in his otherwise uneventful day. Liang Muqi lowered his head; on the ground lay a broken cell phone and a dial.

His phone was no longer working, but that didn't matter; he had no one he wanted to contact, so he didn't need a phone.

But the pick almost got lost a second time.

Liang Muqi calmly thought to himself that he would return it to her next time they met. The shop owner, panting beside him, pressed the alarm button, then suddenly turned around and said, "How old are you? I'm hiring a shop assistant here."

The pick lay in the only spot untouched by water, still quite dry when picked up. Liang Muqi wiped it on the edge of her clothes, and when her fingers touched it, it seemed to hurt less.

Can cactus thorns pierce inexplicably and then disappear just as suddenly? Liang Muqi didn't quite understand. Looking up, the summer sun bathed the entire world in its light, and he suddenly felt blessed.