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

There was a brief silence.

"I'll see you off," Liang Muqi finally said, standing up.

This time, Wen Ying didn't have a chance to refuse.

Liang Muqi carried the small table back. He was in a hurry and didn't put it back in its original place, but just left it at the door.

There was even a slight sound, but it was very faint. Wen Ying looked inside and saw that the person on the hospital bed did not open their eyes.

Liang Muqi turned back and stood beside her. When they reached the door to the stairwell, she instinctively tried to turn in, but Liang Muqi pulled her wrist: "This way."

Wen Ying felt a fleeting touch on her skin. "Oh...aren't the stairs faster?"

The elevator is always crowded, so you always have to wait.

Liang Muxi pressed the floor button, and on the display screen, the elevator slowly rose from the first floor.

"There are trash cans in the hallway," he said after a few seconds.

The trash can isn't a big deal; as long as you go downstairs fast enough, even the worst smell won't catch up.

But Wen Ying still nodded knowingly and looked at the ever-increasing numbers with him.

One floor, two floors, three floors, the elevator stalled again, and the elevator behind me also pressed the button, but none of the doors opened.

fair enough.

Wen Ying has never been one to covet small gains since birth, but this time we'll make an exception and let her be greedy for a quarter of an hour.

Let no one else disturb this moment of standing side by side, even if the two of them remain silent and say nothing.

When she got downstairs, Wen Ying took out her phone. It was still early, and she could easily take the bus back.

There was a bus stop on her right, just a few steps away. She was about to say goodbye to Liang Muxi when a taxi stopped in front of her. The passengers got out, and Liang Muxi reached out and held onto the door frame.

"No need, I can manage myself..." Before she could finish speaking, she heard Liang Muqi talking to the driver and giving him the school address.

Wen Ying had no choice but to get into the car.

She opened the car window a crack and looked out. She could only see Liang Muxi's T-shirt. Before the car started, he bent down, and half of his face appeared in her sight. He put away his tired expression and looked at her with gentle eyes.

“Message me when you get to school,” he said, reaching out to gently touch the windowpane.

Wen Ying nodded and reached out to touch it as well. The car started moving rapidly at that moment, so her hand didn't touch the window or Liang Muxi's face, but instead gripped the seat next to her.

Looking back, the figure had already become a dot in the distance, blurred at the edge of vision.

After getting out of the car, Wen Ying took out her phone to pay as usual, but the driver waved his hand and said that the boy who had just taken the taxi had already paid.

When was it given? How come she didn't see it? Wen Ying took the three coins from the driver as change and got off the bus in a daze.

The sunlight enveloped her again. She mentally calculated that the journey back to school would cost seventeen yuan; Liang Muqi gave the driver twenty yuan, the cola three yuan, and the lunch delivery, which seemed to have no coupon, would cost twenty-nine yuan…

He hasn't accepted the red envelope given to Liang Muxi yet, and judging from his personality, he probably won't accept it even by tonight.

Going back further—Liang Muqi treated her to a glass of iced rice wine, and she bought Liang Muqi an eighty-yuan cake. Eighty minus sixty-two, leaving eighteen yuan.

However, the birthday cake was eaten by the two of them, and most of the rest was put in her refrigerator, while a small portion was given to the grandfather upstairs.

If we subtract it again, will the number representing the result still show Wen Ying in the lead?

Why do we have to do this? Wen Ying paused, clutching the coins in her hand. Did we really have to calculate everything so precisely?

The world is full of give and take, and no one wants to owe someone a favor for no reason, which is easy to understand.

However, some things are not given with the intention of "receiving".

I just want to be good to the people I like. Is that a burden?

[Yes, it counts.]

During English class, the two people hiding in the back row started chatting again.

It was still Chen Ge's scribbles on the exam paper. He wrote on it: "[For people with strong self-esteem, excessive kindness can become harmful.]"

[harm?]

Wen Ying kept her eyes fixed on the blackboard and slowly pushed the test paper over.

Chen Ge: [For example, do you know why I only get along well with you in this class?]

[Why?] Wen Ying wrote, recalling how Chen Ge would call his friends during breaks, and added a sentence.

[So you and everyone else were just faking it?]

[...You're really just playing around, not really open with people. This is such a serious matter, please take it seriously. I'm trying my best to analyze it for you.]

Wen Ying turned her head and saw that Chen Ge's expression was indeed stern, with his brows slightly furrowed like a philosophy mentor.

[Excuse me, Professor Chen, please continue.]

She pushed the test paper back to him, and Chen Ge lowered his head. This time, he wrote for a long time.

[Because you've never treated me as a special person. When I first joined the band, Xia Yin even questioned whether someone who couldn't speak well could lead a band to glory. And back then, Wang Ziming didn't speak to me so loudly; he was always gentle and mild-mannered, as if I were some fragile thing. ...But you didn't.]

There was no surprise, no questions, just a calm acceptance. Chen Ge wasn't treated as someone who needed special treatment; sometimes he wasn't even treated like a human being, being ordered around to bring breakfast and run errands.

Wen Ying stared at those few lines of text, lost in thought for a moment, and said nothing. After a while, Chen Ge handed her a new test paper.

[But this varies from person to person. If it's Liang Muqi, he might not feel that anything you do for him would hurt his pride. Perhaps he's just expressing the same goodwill as you, wanting to be kind to you.]

"Show me the same kindness, do you want to be good to me?" Wen Ying repeated that sentence in her heart. Although it was just a guess, she was truly comforted at this moment.

But wait... she paused slightly, then asked hesitantly in a whisper, "Did I just mention his name?"

Chen Ge dismissed the question with disdain.

[It's not hard to tell, is it? Your social circle is basically just our band; you don't even know all your classmates. Xia Yin is a girl, Wang Ziming is too old, and when they tease me, you laugh louder than anyone else. As for the boys in the class… they're all different looking, so the only answer is Liang Muxi.]

Chen Ge snapped his fingers and wrote down the final answer, feeling like he was possessed by Conan, his expression incredibly smug.

He glanced back, then turned back to continue writing: [By the way, you weren't there at lunchtime, and girls from other classes came over asking about him. Check his drawer after class; there's definitely something inside.]

Going through drawers is too sneaky; Wen Ying would never do that.

But it must be said that she is in a much better mood now and listened attentively to the second half of the class.

After class, Chen Ge was secretly playing on his phone while lying on the table. When he saw her still flipping through her notes, he clicked his tongue and said, "I thought you'd stay like this for a long time, and maybe you could write a few bittersweet love songs for the band."

Wen Ying felt offended and said while turning the page, "Why don't you write it yourself?"

Chen Ge began his thirteen-game winning streak: "I will not like any kind of creature in this world."

After evening self-study, Xia Yin sent a message in the Flying Bird Chronicles group chat: the date for the band competition has been set, with online auditions and the final round in early October.

Xia Yin: "But judging from the registration requirements, you have to be at least 18 years old... @Wen Ying, have you celebrated your birthday yet?"

Wen Ying recalled the date on her ID card: "Soon, it's my birthday next Saturday."

Xia Yin: "Then we'll register on Sunday, and celebrate your birthday the day before. Everyone can come to my house for dinner then."

Wen Ying looked at the word "celebrate" and instantly recalled the scene they spent together on Liang Muxi's birthday. She moved her finger and typed "I'll call someone else," then deleted it word by word.

Xia Yin and Wang Ziming were both strangers to Liang Muxi. She was having dinner with her friends and wasn't sure if he would be willing to join them.

Or, should we ask?

He hesitated for a moment, then decided against it; he probably wouldn't be in the mood to ask at this hour.

In an instant, the turmoil that had been buried under the weight of studying and exams surged back into her heart. Wen Ying's steps felt heavy, and she dragged herself toward the building entrance. The moon hung suspended above the treetops. She looked up at it for a few seconds, then looked down again. Her hands reacted faster than her brain, clicking on Liang Muxi's profile picture.

The page flickered, and she was startled to find that there was still a message in the chat box.

It was a two-second voice message with a small red dot following the speech bubble. For some reason, she didn't notice it or click to listen.

She glanced at the time; the message had been sent at 1:30 PM. At that time… she seemed to have just gotten out of the taxi, clutching three coins, silently opening a calculator in her mind to calculate their “back and forth”.

So this voice message was probably to ask if she had arrived at school safely, right? Although she knew that the message wouldn't contain anything unrelated to arriving safely, she still opened the voice message and put it to her ear.

"Have we arrived yet, Wen Ying?"

It's a very ordinary sentence.

Did the tone rise this time? It seems not. Even if it did, it's only because Wen Ying's name is pronounced with a second tone.

I didn't even accept the red envelope.

She stopped and pressed the voice message button: "I went straight to school after getting off the bus and didn't check my phone. I forgot to send you a message..." She glanced at the hallway, which was dark and the motion-activated lights were not on.

With a tingling sensation on her scalp, she listened to her own voice message again. Her voice was too soft and seemed affected. Wen Ying withdrew the voice message to cover up the evidence of her unease and sent the message in text instead.

Back in the group chat, the three of them were excitedly scrolling through the chat again. After Xia Yin tagged Wen Ying, Wang Ziming also appeared and tagged Chen Ge, asking for his birthday.

Chen Ge: "March 15th, I turned 18 last year."

Wang Ziming: "???"

Xia Yin: "??? Huh?"

Chen Ge: "I've said it hundreds of times, but you yourselves don't believe me."

Wang Ziming: "When did you say that? I don't remember it."

Chen Ge: "Every time before you drink, I say, 'Give me a drink too,' and you and a bar owner will say in unison that minors can't drink alcohol, that drinking is bad for the brain and affects studies. Then you'll give me a bottle of Want Want milk."

Xia Yin: "..."

Xia Yin: "Well... high school students shouldn't drink alcohol in the first place. Look at Wen Ying, she's so well-behaved."

Chen Ge: "".

Chen Ge: "She's a good girl, but she's secretly having a puppy love affair."

The message was sent less than a second before it was instantly deleted, but Wen Ying had already seen it. She rushed into Chen Ge's chat window and said in a menacing tone, "Chen Ge, I'm going to kill you!"

Chen Ge: "".

Chen Ge: "It was an accident, just something I did. I'm sorry."

Wen Ying: "You do it so naturally, next time you won't accidentally slip... there!"

Chen Ge: "It's really strange that someone is so shy that they don't dare to type out the full name of their crush."

Wen Ying: "If you don't want to live, just say so." She spoke as she walked, and all the motion-activated lights in the stairwell turned on.

Chen Ge: "I still really want to live."

He then solemnly promised: "Don't worry, I won't reveal a single word to the other party before you take any action. After all, it's no fun to hear about liking someone from someone else."

Back home, Wen Ying checked the group chat. It seemed that the other two people hadn't seen Chen Ge's message and were still enthusiastically discussing what new dish to create for Wen Ying's birthday.

Liang Muxi didn't send any new messages either. Wen Ying's question went unanswered, so she hesitated, wondering if she should ask again if she had time on Saturday.

Finally, he sighed and tossed his phone aside.

-

When Wen Ying woke up in the morning, the first thing she did was check her phone for new messages, but there were still none from Liang Muxi.

By the afternoon, he still hadn't replied. Perhaps he was too busy, but Wen Ying thought about it again and again and still felt something was off, so she tentatively sent him a message.

"The exam papers were handed out today. The teachers grading them were really fast... You got 120 in English."

During evening self-study, she, like Chen Ge, tucked her phone between the pages of her book. In order to receive Liang Muxi's messages as soon as possible, she set other people to "Do Not Disturb".

But the screen remained empty.

"The homeroom teacher said that the seating arrangement will be rearranged for tomorrow evening self-study."

When she got home from school, before taking out her keys, Wen Ying walked to the door across the street and knocked a few times. The house was quiet and the lights were off. Liang Muqi wasn't home, and no one opened the door for her.

Turning around, Wen Ying thought of going to the hospital. The door lock clicked, and the motion-activated light turned on and off.

Her hand hung there, and she realized with frustration that she seemed to have no position.

There was no moon above the treetops that night. Wen Ying lay in bed, tossing and turning for a long time, unable to fall asleep. She wanted to write a sad song like Chen Ge had suggested, but when she picked up her guitar, she found that she had no mood for creation.

An indescribable sense of gloom enveloped her.

It started raining in the middle of the night, a light drizzle. Wen Ying was awakened by the sound of raindrops hitting the leaves. She got up to close the window and unconsciously walked to the cabinet, taking out an umbrella.

She acted impulsively again, her mind clouded. The moment she unlocked the door, she thought.

Even though it was impulsive, I accepted it.

Of the thousands of reasons Wen Ying could come up with for Liang Muqi's lack of response, none could alleviate her worry. So even without a clear stance, even without a final decision, even though she still knew nothing and was merely making wild guesses based on her passion, she remained unmoved.

I also hope that when he stands there alone, he can turn around and see Wen Ying behind him.