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

What's with walking upside down on the wall? Is it a bat?

Curious, Wen Ying clicked on the video.

The screen is black and white, with numbers in the upper right corner flashing by rapidly, clearly processed at double speed.

Although she wasn't afraid of ghosts, Wen Ying still held her phone a little further away to avoid being hit by a screen-opening attack.

She had prepared herself mentally, but she was still startled when a magnified human face suddenly appeared in the screen.

Indeed, she was hanging upside down, her long hair like seaweed, hanging down with a wet sheen, as if she had just crawled out of the water.

The "senior" stared blankly at the camera with her eyes fixed on it. After a few seconds, she reached out and made a covering gesture.

The movement wasn't accelerated, and whether it was an illusion or not, it seemed as if there was a transparent layer connecting the base of her five fingers.

Wen Ying couldn't see it clearly; the video stopped there, and the screen went black.

Back in the group chat, many people had already seen the video, and the chat style gradually changed from midnight horror at the beginning to "laughing to death, do you think this can delay the start of school?"

[Even if it's the end of the world, I'll still take the college entrance exam; even if the school is haunted, I'll still pack my bag and bravely march forward.]

[Don't ask, it's just a fine tradition etched into the DNA of today's high school students.]

[Thank you so much, senior! You've worked so hard! Could you please go to the office and check my entrance exam papers for me?]

Wen Ying felt sorry for her senior sister for being presumptuous.

All night long, the students were discussing the ghost story. When they woke up the next morning, the video had been blocked, but there was an extra person in the group chat, whom the class monitor had added.

Calm as a Breeze: [The videos recently posted online have been verified as prank edits. Please do not spread or believe them! Also: Exams will proceed as scheduled upon the start of the semester. Please study diligently and prepare accordingly. (Smiling emoji)]

After this was said, no one spoke in the group anymore. On the last day of summer vacation, the class group was silent.

In the afternoon, Chen Ge added Wen Ying to a new group chat, which had 41 members but no class monitor.

Behind the teacher's back, they started discussing the ghost story again, and some even planned to catch the ghost. They excitedly listed a long set of steps and said they would set off that night.

Wen Ying didn't go to see it. She didn't care whether the matter was true or false. She stayed at home polishing "Waiting" and adding lyrics.

But whether it's because the waiting time became invalid last night or something else, no matter how I write it, today's "Waiting" is not satisfactory enough.

It feels like something is missing.

After scratching her head and revising countless versions, the setting sun streamed in through the window. Wen Ying belatedly realized that she hadn't eaten all day, so she casually ordered takeout and waited for it to be delivered upstairs.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Are food deliveries this fast now? Wen Ying went to open the door, but standing there was not a deliveryman, but Liang Muxi.

"This is the first time I've seen you during the day." Wen Ying looked down and saw that he was holding something in his hand. She joked, "Since you're already here, why did you bring a gift?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Liang Muqi handed the item in his hand to her. Wen Ying saw clearly that it was a bunch of light blue flowers made of yarn and pipe cleaners.

Before taking it, she hesitated for a second and asked uncertainly, "Is it for me, or was it given to me after you heard me say that?"

Liang Muqi was also taken aback: "It wasn't by chance."

Wen Ying looked at him, and he turned his head slightly to look at the small advertisements that had appeared in the corridor at some point: "I saw the video of yesterday's concert. Someone gave you a gift. I arrived late and didn't prepare one for you."

"Not everyone who comes to hear me sing gives me a gift."

“But you seemed very happy when you received it,” Liang Muqi said, pausing for a moment, “when someone else gave it to you.”

"I'm in a very good mood right now."

Wen Ying looked at the bouquet in her arms. The petals were light blue, and the branches and leaves were green. She touched them with her hand. One of the flowers had leaves that were the same blue as the petals. She lowered her voice and said, "This flower looks a bit unique."

Liang Muqi also whispered, "Because there was no green available at the time."

Wen Ying laughed and continued to ask him where he had seen the video. Wen Ying didn't remember being famous enough to be on television.

Liang Muqi replied, "I bought a new phone."

He took out his phone, which was still not the latest model that was currently in fashion.

Priced at less than a thousand, with an unremarkable color.

But a fully charged battery can last a long time, and it turns on smoothly. Liang Muqi opened the communication page, typed the number Wen Ying gave him on the keyboard, and entered Wen Ying's name.

"Let's add each other on QQ and WeChat too, you can contact me through those two accounts as well," Wen Ying said, watching his actions.

Liang Muxi said "okay," swiped the icon, and followed her instructions to create an account and add friends.

In the two accounts that originally displayed the profile picture, the friend list for both accounts has been changed to "1".

What does "1" represent? First place, the first one, and best friends who will stay together for life.

The dejection of last night vanished, and Wen Ying felt refreshed and unprecedentedly satisfied through social interaction.

What about the car window in the dead of night and the unshared weight... Let whoever wants to dwell on it dwell on it.

The deliveryman strode upstairs, saw the two people standing opposite each other at the door, shoved the packaging bag into Liang Muxi's hand, said "Remember to give a good review" and hurriedly disappeared into the corridor.

Wen Ying entered the room, and Liang Muxi followed her in. There was only one set of tableware in the takeout. Wen Ying went to the kitchen to get chopsticks, but Liang Muxi shook her head and said that she had already eaten.

"Oh." Wen Ying put the chopsticks back and pointed to the wooden chair next to the desk. "Then sit there and wait for me. There are test papers on the table. You can take a look if you're bored."

After giving her instructions, she opened the package herself and only realized halfway through eating that she had made Liang Muxi stay and wait for her.

Liang Muqi appeared during the day, delivered flowers to her in front of her house, and spent so much time creating an account and adding friends. Now—Wen Ying turned her head and saw Liang Muqi sitting upright in that chair, looking at the test paper she had written.

So she couldn't help but think deeply: Was he not busy today? At this time of day before, wasn't he always working part-time jobs everywhere?

There was another person in the living room. This time, Wen Ying didn't look at her phone while eating. After quickly finishing her takeout, she cleaned up the table, rummaged around in the room, found a glass jar, put the bouquet of flowers Liang Muxi had brought in inside, and placed it on the writing desk.

"Hey." She leaned back in his chair and tapped the glass jar that was temporarily serving as a vase. "Want to go for a walk?"