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

During the last period of evening self-study, the homeroom teacher called all of them outside and had them choose their seats in order of their exam rankings.

Wen Ying leaned against the very edge, yawning. She didn't feel anything during the day, but the aftereffects of staying up all night came knocking during evening self-study. She slept soundly all night long.

She looked out the window and saw that people were already entering the classroom, with most of the high-achieving students sitting in the front row.

Wen Ying ranked third from the bottom in this school opening exam, which is an improvement over the past. This is probably because she performed at about one-third of her normal level when writing the Chinese composition.

Chen Ge took her place, ranking second to last. He felt immense regret that he couldn't sneak into the room early and secretly replace Liang Muxi's desk.

Wen Ying: "He only took one English exam this time, and his total score wasn't even as high as mine. Surely no one would want to sit next to him and deliberately pull his desk away, right?"

Chen Ge stroked his chin, gesturing for her to see for herself. Sure enough, there was someone in the classroom... who had actually moved Liang Muxi's desk forward.

Wen Ying was shocked: "Liang Muqi is at least 1.85 meters tall. How can anyone see the blackboard if he sits in the first row?"

Chen Ge straightened his back. "I can see."

Wen Ying: "..."

Before she could say anything more, the homeroom teacher suddenly spoke up, as if she had eyes in the back of her head: "Students in the back, stop whispering!"

Although she didn't name names, Wen Ying felt that she was talking about herself.

Class teacher: "Zhang Shaoming, put Liang Muxi's desk down. His seat doesn't need to be changed."

The person who had been carrying the desk quickly paused and silently put it back in its place.

After saying that, the homeroom teacher paused again, still feeling intuitively—Wen Ying felt that the eyes behind her were staring at her.

As expected, after everyone, including Chen Ge who was second to last, returned to the classroom, she was still not called on.

Wen Ying was left in the corridor. When the homeroom teacher turned around, she put her hands behind her back, lowered her head and stood obediently, looking like she was ready to be criticized.

But the expected storm did not come. The homeroom teacher first inquired about her recovery, and then changed the subject: "Liang Muqi said that you often asked him for tutoring during the summer vacation. You are very enthusiastic about learning."

"Ah." Wen Ying paused for a second before realizing what he meant. "Ah, right, we live very close to each other. Sometimes when I encounter problems I don't know how to solve, I go to him for help. Liang Muqi... is also a very warm person."

The homeroom teacher hummed in agreement, his expression unreadable: "For now, you two should sit together. You should learn from him and try to improve in the next exam. Don't mess around with Chen Ge all day. He's different from you."

What's different? Wen Ying didn't understand what he meant. She glanced at the classroom and saw Chen Ge trying to clean Liang Muxi's drawer. Wen Ying glared at him, and Chen Ge pouted, giving her a reproachful look for not appreciating his kindness.

Class teacher: "While you're at it, you should also influence Liang Muxi."

"Me?" Wen Ying abruptly looked away, pointing at herself, doubting whether she had misheard. "What influence could I possibly have on him?"

"Happiness, wasn't it before that we were singing and dancing on that lawn, like happy little birds?"

Wen Ying: "..." Suddenly feeling a sense of social embarrassment at having her true identity exposed in front of an acquaintance, she coughed lightly, "You saw it too?"

“Other teachers saw the video and shared it with me. When I saw it, I was surprised to find that the two people singing and dancing on stage were actually my students. They are usually so quiet and listless at school, barely waking up during evening self-study sessions, but they are full of energy outside.”

Wen Ying lowered her head further and further: "It's just... because I happened to be doing something I like..."

Plus, there's the holiday atmosphere, and you can even make money...

“Having hobbies is a good thing, but it can’t interfere with your studies,” the homeroom teacher said. “Liang Muqi promised me that you would improve your ranking by twenty places in the monthly exam, and I agreed. As for how to deliver on that promise, you can figure it out yourself.”

When Wen Ying returned to the classroom, Chen Ge had thoughtfully placed Wen Ying's desk next to Liang Muqi's.

This time, he sat diagonally in front of Wen Ying, making it less convenient for the two to pass notes during class, and they spent the class quietly.

After school, Wen Ying carried her schoolbag out of the school gate and sent a message to Liang Muxi.

"Congratulations, you'll have someone to sit next to you from now on."

Liang Muxi did not reply immediately. Wen Ying looked at her phone and Chen Ge's message popped up.

"I've thought about it."

Wen Ying: "What?"

Chen Ge: "Your becoming deskmates with Liang Muxi must have been orchestrated by him."

Wen Ying recalled that when she was with Liang Muxi that morning, he suddenly asked, "Do you want to sit at the same table?" and replied with her head down, "I think so too."

Chen Ge: "That's right."

Wen Ying: "Hmm?"

Chen Ge: "He definitely likes you."

Wen Ying: "?!"

At the same time, the screen flickered, and Liang Muqi said, "Okay, congratulations to myself."

An electric scooter passed by, honking its horn repeatedly. Wen Ying, clutching her phone, stepped back to avoid it. When she came to her senses, she realized she had already sent Liang Muxi a message with "Congratulations!" and a screen full of exclamation marks.

It looks very festive, almost like excessive excitement.

“Um…” Her finger touched the undo button, and she was about to make amends when Liang Muxi called.

Ignoring Chen Ge's persistent threats, "Go ask him, or I'll twist your head off and kick you," she answered the phone.

"are you home yet?"

"No, it's still on its way."

"I called Teacher Zhou tonight."

"Hmm... I heard her say that the reason you wanted to sit next to me was because you tutored me during the summer vacation and were moved by my enthusiasm for learning." Wen Ying smiled. "Liang Muqi, how did you learn to lie?"

Liang Muqi seemed to chuckle softly, "Is that not allowed?"

“I didn’t say no.” Wen Ying looked down. There was a small pebble in the middle of the road. She kicked it into the grass. “So are you really going to tutor me? Teacher Zhou said you and she promised to help me improve my ranking by twenty places in the monthly exam.”

"Are you confident you can do it?" Liang Muxi asked.

Wen Ying thought for a moment and said, "I guess so." It's just that keeping the score within a certain range isn't a big problem.

Liang Muqi hummed in agreement. "I think so too." After a brief pause, he continued in a calm voice, "After all, there was someone who memorized more than three hundred core vocabulary words for the postgraduate entrance exam in English this morning."

Wen Ying: "...?!" She was stunned and suddenly stopped in her tracks.

The shadows of the trees swayed around her, and she heard Liang Muqi praising her with an upturned tone, "Wen Ying, you're amazing."

"..." Wen Ying was momentarily embarrassed.

She snapped out of her reverie, somewhat wanting to explain her behavior as a love and curiosity for English, but after hesitating for two seconds, she gave up. Liang Muxi must have already guessed it.

She sighed, feigning helplessness, "You still managed to find out. In that case, there's no need for me to keep pretending anymore."

"Well, you said."

Wen Ying cleared her throat and continued, "That's right, my real identity is a genius! What you've seen all this time has been an illusion. Are you scared now?"

Before Liang Muxi could speak, a voice suddenly came from behind Wen Ying: "Scared, really scared."

She turned her head, and the boy who had just spoken was patting Zhang Shaoming on the shoulder. "Look, this is the consequence of being desk mates with Liang Muxi. He went crazy as soon as the seating arrangement was finalized."

Zhang Shaoming: "..."

Boy: "So stop being sad about not sitting with Liang Muqi!"

Zhang Shaoming glanced at Wen Ying, looking embarrassed: "...I have to say it a few more times, I moved the wrong table..."

"Tsk, we're all brothers, why can't we be honest with each other! I won't laugh at you!" The boy took off Zhang Shaoming's glasses, wiped them haphazardly, put them back on him, and winked at Wen Ying with his arm around Zhang's shoulder: "Let's go, academic genius."

Wen Ying kept her phone pressed against her ear as she watched the two people leave.

...After walking a distance, he turned back and waved to her!

Wen Ying said angrily, "I feel humiliated!"

Liang Muqi seemed to have gone off to do something else, and was somewhat surprised that the call hadn't ended yet: "What's wrong?"

“They don’t believe that I am…” Wen Ying glanced back, just in case any new spoilsport appeared, “They don’t believe that I’m actually just hiding my true strength.”

Liang Muqi was walking, and you could hear her soft breathing: "It's okay, I believe in you."

Wen Ying let out a long "oh," forgetting all about the little incident that had just happened.

Her tone became relaxed again: "Well—when I surpass you in the next exam, you won't be able to keep your first place."

Liang Muqi said "Okay": "I'm looking forward to it."

"What are you expecting?" Wen Ying continued walking forward, jokingly saying, "You'll lose face if your reign is broken."

“How could that be?” Liang Muqi said. “My deskmate is the first place winner. It’s so prestigious.”

Nine minutes into the call, I felt a warm sensation around my ear.

For some reason, in that sentence just now, the word "my" seemed to be pronounced the clearest.

The phone was still unnaturally hot. She looked up and saw the dark clouds gradually dissipating, and the stars emitting a faint light.

That evening, Wen Ying went back and posted the final revised version of "Waiting" to the group chat.

Xia Yin: "Oh? That sounds great! — A cheerful and refreshing feeling!"

Wang Ziming: "Hmm? That's brilliant! — The wait wasn't boring at all!"

Chen Ge: "The taste of first love."

Wang Ziming: "How do you disrupt the formation? You seem to be really into it!"

Xia Yin: "Oh ho, I always thought Chen Ge would never fall in love with an Earthling."

Wang Ziming: "I remember he once told me that he wanted to be a bird. I always thought he liked the kind of bird-people with wings in movies."

Chen Ge: "".

Chen Ge: "Ignorant and foolish humans, what do you know?"

Wen Ying: "Let's practice this song more during this time! Together with the previous original songs, it should be enough for the preliminary round."

Xia Yin: "My dear, reliable human, oh right, it's my birthday on Saturday..."

Wen Ying: "I'd like to invite one more person!"

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On Friday evening, Wen Ying saw Liang Muxi at her doorstep after a long time.

Along the way, she discussed with Chen Ge the seventy-two ways to confess one's feelings. Chen Ge firmly believed that the boy should be the one to confess first, while Wen Ying felt that it didn't matter who said it, but there had to be a trigger.

Finally, Chen Ge conceded: "The person who likes you first should say it first. I support you and you can't object."

Wen Ying: "Well... it doesn't necessarily mean he fell in love with me first, right?"

Chen Ge: "Shall we gamble or not?"

Wen Ying: "What are we betting on?"

Chen Ge: "My inheritance rights to all kinds of musical instruments."

Wen Ying was puzzled: "What do I need these things for? Playing the guitar is enough for me."

Chen Ge: "Okay."

The conversation finally ended when they reached the entrance of the residential area. Wen Ying turned on her flashlight and walked slowly by the moonlight.

When I arrived at the entrance of the apartment building, there was a person standing under the osmanthus tree, looking down and typing something on his phone.

The next moment, Wen Ying's phone vibrated. She jogged over and patted his shoulder: "Liang Muxi!"

Liang Muqi turned around, put away his phone, and Wen Ying stood in front of him, noticing a car parked next to him.

An electric scooter with a light yellow bear helmet hanging from its handlebars.

"It's quite cute." Wen Ying reached out and touched the bear's ears, then tugged at her backpack strap. "Come on, shall we go upstairs?"

Liang Muqi: "Why don't you give it a try?"

Wen Ying pulled back one foot she had stepped out, and before she could react, Liang Muqi shoved a bunch of keys into her hand.

Her backpack was taken off, and she picked up the helmet somewhat blankly. "Could it be that this bike... is for me?"

Liang Muqi looked at her, as if considering her words, and after a few seconds said, "Didn't we talk about my birthday?"

"Why would you give someone an electric scooter for their birthday?" Wen Ying fumbled around for a while but couldn't find the helmet buckle, so she put it down and tilted her head to look for the key switch.

She looked down and accidentally bumped into the handle. Before she could even cry out, Liang Muqi reached out and covered her head.

He gently rubbed it and then let go, Liang Muqi lowered his gaze: "You said before that you wanted to be picked up and dropped off by a private car."

His voice was calm: "But with my current financial situation, I can't afford a car, and I haven't gotten my driver's license yet, so I can't really pick you up and drop you off..."

Seeing his calm expression and serious tone, Wen Ying gripped the key, staring blankly for a few seconds before bursting into laughter.

"I'm sorry..." she said, laughing so hard she almost coughed, "I didn't mean to laugh, I just felt that when you said this so seriously, it was a bit too down-to-earth..."

Liang Muqi also gently tugged at the corners of her lips, seemingly helpless, and quietly watched her smile for a long time.

When Wen Ying picked up the bear helmet a second time, he reached out and took it, unlocking the buckle. "Actually, there are no pedestrians in the neighborhood at this time, so you don't have to wear it."

Wen Ying almost couldn't help but say again, "Can you please stop trying to make me laugh with such a serious expression?"

Liang Muqi raised his hand to help her put on the helmet, and touched the bear's ears: "So can I misunderstand that you seem a little happy right now?"

“It’s not a misunderstanding, it’s the truth.” Wen Ying sat down on the cushion, looked down and turned the key. “I’ve never received a gift like this before. It seems like most people wouldn’t give this.”

"Mm," Liang Muqi said, turning to look at her. "I'll give you something even better in the future."

"A better four-wheeled vehicle?"

"And the driver."

Wen Ying smiled. For some reason, this verbal promise, which sounded like empty words, didn't seem so unrealistic when Liang Muqi said it.

As if by magic, Wen Ying was willing to believe that he was a man of his word.

"Then I'll give this car a try..."

Before she could utter the word "performance," she turned the handle on her right, and the electric scooter, which had been stationary, shot off like an arrow released from a bow.

Wen Ying was startled and tried to jump off the vehicle, but whether it was because she hadn't driven an electric car in a long time or something else, she got off but her hand was still stuck to the accelerator.

So it became a scene where the electric scooter was spinning around her like a compass, and she spun around like that for several times before she came to her senses and let go of the handlebars she had been holding tightly.

The electric scooter lost control and fell straight down. Liang Muqi arrived just in time to grab it, preventing it from hitting Wen Ying.

Liang Muqi silently parked the car, turned the lock back on, and took the key off.

Then he reached out and unlocked Wen Ying's helmet buckle. The moment he took it off, their eyes met.

One second, two seconds... Both of them saw an unspeakable awkwardness in each other's eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Ying turned her face away and said, "Can we forget about tonight?"

She closed her eyes, unable to bear the sight. "Although I'm used to losing face in front of you, it's really hard to accept being so humiliated all the time."

"It was my oversight." Liang Muqi's expression was also somewhat unnatural as he said softly, "I'm sorry, Wen Ying."

"...Actually, it's nothing." Wen Ying felt a little embarrassed by his sincere apology.

Especially when she opened her eyes and noticed that Liang Muxi's ears seemed a little red, she reached out and touched them without thinking.

Almost the instant the finger touched it, the light pink spot seemed to be ignited, burning all the way down to his cheek. Liang Muqi also reacted and turned his face away, but his neck was also red, and his pulse was clearly visible.

In a daze, Wen Ying felt that she had almost been burned as well. She curled her fingers and pursed her lips, preparing to pull them back. Liang Muxi suddenly raised his hand, grabbed her fingertips, and slowly opened his palm.

Then he lowered his head and gently pressed his forehead against it.