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

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone; Ikeno didn't speak.

Wen Ying belatedly felt nervous, her palms burning. Even sitting in the noisy room, she could hear soft breathing coming from the receiver.

Ikeno and she seemed to be very close.

Wen Ying bit her lip, thinking that she might as well hang up and ask her roommate to play the role of the parent, so that she wouldn't have to deal with the constant urging from the side while she and Chi Ye were speechless.

"Wen Ying." Amidst her wandering thoughts, Chi Ye spoke up, "Where are you?"

Wen Ying reported the current address and the room number to Chi Ye.

"Okay, I'm coming over now." There was even a hint of reassurance in his voice, making him sound like a reliable parent. "Sit and wait for me for a while."

"Okay." Wen Ying agreed, her tense mood miraculously relaxing.

Ikeno will come. Thinking this, she suddenly felt relieved.

"Still standing here? They said your brother was coming to pick you up." The short-haired girl's argument with her boyfriend ended with a one-sided victory. She glanced sideways at the boy, who was stuck in a dilemma, unsure whether to stay or leave.

The short-haired girl scoffed, "You dare to persuade someone to drink? Be careful, her brother might cause you trouble later."

Wen Ying smiled kindly at her. Li Weiwei came over with screenshots of the online shopping app to discuss today's makeup. The boy who had originally intended to persuade her to drink left with an unhappy expression.

While waiting for Ikeno, a waiter pushed a cart over and brought cake to their table.

Zhao Qi went all out with his act, using his birthday as an excuse to prepare a lavish cake for himself, and then, wearing a birthday hat, naturally accepted many gifts.

Wen Ying handed over the gift she had prepared. Zhao Qi opened it on the spot, glanced at it, and said with a face full of emotion, "I told you that your presence is the best gift. Come here, baby, blow out these birthday candles. I'm giving you all three of my wishes."

Wen Ying smiled faintly: "Very generous."

Zhao Qi then exclaimed, "Oh dear, we're family, baby. What's mine is yours."

His tone was sincere, as if these three wishes were genuine.

Wen Ying didn't waste words arguing with him and blew out the candles in a generous manner.

"Happy birthday, Zhao Qi," she said sincerely. "May you find true happiness."

Instead of indulging in the torrent of glamorous falsehoods and forgetting oneself, as we are doing now.

After the formalities were over, the people inside took the sliced ​​cake and smashed it all over the house.

As the "birthday star," Zhao Qi was hit the most, with a large piece of cake smeared on his face, making it almost impossible to see his features.

Laughter echoed throughout the private room as a group of people ran around, using their alcohol to smear cream on the girls' faces.

Wen Ying stood to one side, frowning, her discomfort reaching its peak.

She looked down at the time on her phone when the boy who had previously tried to persuade her to drink suddenly rushed over, holding a piece of cake, ready to smash it into her face.

At that moment, Chi Ye pushed open the door and walked to Wen Ying's side, his body shrouded in a chill.

His face turned icy cold, because the cake had hit Ikeno's black coat squarely.

The sounds inside the room abruptly ceased, and everyone turned to look at the late, uninvited guest.

Zhao Qi assumed Chi Ye had rushed over to support him, so he stopped trying to wipe the cream off his face and, still a little dazed, introduced him to everyone: "This is Chi Ye, our school's heartthrob, and also... my best roommate. You wouldn't believe it, Chi Ye gave me a really luxurious birthday present, worth five figures, five figures, buddy..."

Zhao Qi held up five fingers and waved them in front of everyone: "If you put them on Xianyu (a second-hand marketplace), you could exchange them for several new mobile phones..."

He spoke excitedly and even tried to pull the person to his side to show that his relationship with Ikeno was special.

But when he turned around, no one was around. So he complained, "You guys threw cake at people, and Chi Ye stormed off in a huff."

"Oh right, right..." The boy who had just thrown the cake also shook his head, "It's my fault, I'll drink to apologize, I'll punish myself with a drink, okay..."

The door to the private room was open, letting in a wisp of cold air.

Zhao Qi cursed under his breath, staggered over to close the door, and found that Wen Ying was also gone.

"Where's my girlfriend?" he asked, feeling even more dizzy.

“She went with her brother,” Li Weiwei replied.

Zhao Qi sat down, looking troubled. "Her brother? When did he come in? Why didn't anyone remind me? I didn't even have a chance to greet my brother-in-law. How impolite is that..."

The short-haired girl vigorously wiped the cream off her face with a tissue, then scoffed at the comment, saying, "Brother-in-law, my foot! You don't even have a girlfriend anymore."

Her voice was blatantly sarcastic. The boy next to her tried to tell her to shut up, but she slapped his hand across the back.

"Get out of here! You've lost your girlfriend too, you piece of trash." She picked up the half-finished drink on the table and threw it in his face, continuing loudly, "Zhang Yang, let me tell you, if you hadn't begged me, I wouldn't have come to this birthday party, but you..."

She glared at Zhang Yang's pale face with hatred: "A bunch of scum, they'll all be in jail sooner or later."

The farce ended badly.

Wen Ying walked to the restaurant entrance and sneezed in the cold wind blowing in her face.

Chino's gaze then fell upon him: "The highest temperature today is less than ten degrees Celsius, and you're wearing a short skirt."

"Ah." Wen Ying looked down at her bag for tissues, "to match today's makeup."

Chi Ye didn't speak, nor did he comment on Wen Ying's makeup today. It was as if she looked the same to him whether she was dressed up or not, and he kept his chin up like an unromantic straight man.

He simply led her quickly to the car parked at the door, and once inside, he turned on the heater.

With the air conditioner blowing blasting, Wen Ying felt herself recovering.

Sitting in Ikeno's car, the dizziness and headache from the birthday party dissipated somewhat.

"You hung the key fob on your car keys?"

"Go to my house."

Two people's voices sounded at the same time.

Wen Ying's gaze left the little rabbit holding the moon and turned to Chi Ye beside her.

"Hmm... so fast?" she asked softly.

I've been invited twice already.

Chi Ye glanced at her: "Your clothes are dirty."

After saying that, she took off the coat stained with cream cake, folded it up, and placed it on her lap.

Wen Ying tucked her sleeves to ease the awkwardness, then suddenly bent down to pick up the paper bag beside her: "Oh right, I still have one of your coats here."

Chi Ye watched her take out the coat and pursed his lips.

His expression remained unchanged, his hands resting on the steering wheel. Although he didn't say anything, Wen Ying sensed that he didn't seem happy at the moment.

He was unhappy, unsure whether it was because of the rejection in her words, the stain on his expensive clothes, or because Wen Ying had wasted so much time at the birthday party and now didn't want to spend a few more seconds with him.