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

The band competition was held in S City in the neighboring province, about a five-hour drive away. Wen Ying hadn't opened a map in a long time, and when she arrived at her destination, she found that it was a coastal city.

The competition venue was also near the coastline. On her first day there, Wen Ying made a video call to Liang Muxi and they walked slowly along the beach as dusk fell.

The sea breeze blew, lifting her long hair. Liang Muqi looked over, her voice coming through the phone, becoming somewhat low, "You look... a little different."

"Different?" Upon hearing this, Wen Ying picked up her phone, held it up to her face, looked at the small window, and took a sequin from the corner of her eye. "I went to try on makeup today."

"Hmm." Liang Muqi sat down, looking at the sofa in the living room in the background. She raised her hand to tidy her slightly messy hair, which was jet black and shiny, as if she had just taken a shower.

Wen Ying watched his movements, her lips curving into a smile. Suddenly remembering something, she exclaimed, "Oh, right, put your hand out, I need to check it."

Liang Muqi seemed to chuckle as well, his dimples appearing faintly. He stretched out his hand and showed it to her one by one in front of the camera.

"You did well today." The scars were so faint they were barely visible. Wen Ying asked, "Are there any others?"

“That’s all.” Liang Muqi lowered her gaze, gently tugged at the edge of her T-shirt, then let go, and slowly moved closer to the camera.

"Wen Ying," he called her name softly, very close to her, "Can I see you on TV?"

Wen Ying recalled the platform where the program was broadcast: "If you have a membership, it should be possible."

Liang Muqi looked at her, his gaze light and slow, reminiscent of the traces of handwriting.

"In the future... there will probably be many people who like you."

"Really? There's someone who seems even more confident than me," Wen Ying said with a smile. "The recording hasn't even started yet."

Liang Muqi watched her quietly, while Wen Ying took a few more steps forward and turned her back.

The screen showed a blurry sea under the setting sun. She raised her arm and said to the person in the picture, "Look, the sea."

“I’ve never been to the beach,” Liang Muqi said.

“Let’s come together next time.” Wen Ying held her phone closer to the seawater and took pictures of a flock of seabirds flying by and the intermittent waves.

Liang Muxi looked at it for a while, as if he had thought of something: "My mother once told me that she wanted to be buried in a city by the sea."

He paused for a moment, then slowly turned his gaze back to Wen Ying: "But later, she changed her mind and said that she never wanted to go to the seaside in her life."

"So... do you think Auntie actually wants to go?"

“I don’t know.” Liang Muxi’s voice suddenly drifted away. “I’m actually someone who knows nothing.”

Wen Ying touched his face through the screen: "No, you're a smart kid."

At her feet, a small fish was washed ashore. Wen Ying squatted down, picked it up, and put it back into the clear seawater.

"Wen Ying." A voice came from the phone.

She looked up in response, but Liang Muqi just stared at her silently for a long time without saying a word.

It wasn't until someone on the beach came along and waved in their direction that Wen Ying had no choice but to turn her face and respond.

She lowered her eyes and looked at Liang Muxi: "I'm going to hang up now."

"Go ahead," Liang Muqi said softly, looking at her. "There's still plenty of time."

The next day, the show officially began recording. Because it was a closed-loop management system, the band members were required to hand over their cell phones, which would be returned after the recording.

Wen Ying sent a message to Liang Muxi and received a "Okay" and a well-behaved nodding emoji.

“But you still need to write a daily summary when I’m not around,” Wen Ying said. “I will check it.”

Liang Muxi agreed.

The week-long recording was very busy every day. Wen Ying hadn't experienced such a chaotic life in a long time, with all sorts of unexpected situations every day.

Fortunately, the competition went smoothly. In the second round of the battle, Flying Bird Chronicles ran into the band that Jiang Xia was in, and Wang Ziming's solo won against another boy in their team.

After the recording ended, Jiang Xia came to find Wang Ziming, seemingly wanting to say something to him, but Wang Ziming didn't give him a chance to speak, his expression indifferent, as if he were treating a stranger.

After Jiang Xia left, Wang Ziming's face regained its expression, and he let out a long sigh, saying, "Now it's worth the five stitches in my head."

Xia Yin laughed and said, "I thought you were going to let bygones be bygones with his brother."

“What brothers? That’s all in the past.” Wang Ziming scratched his head. “I have you guys, that’s enough.”

After turning around and hugging each of them, Wang Ziming suggested that they go for a walk in the city: "Since we're already here..."

No one objected, and Wen Ying naturally followed suit. Sitting in the car, she pressed the power button, and the battery level showed 20%.

After reading the daily report, she called Liang Muxi, but no one answered. She then checked the class group chat and realized that apart from her and Chen Ge, the other senior students only had two days off.

Liang Muqi had already returned to school, and the monthly exam results had been sent to the group chat long ago, with Wen Ying coming in second place.

With a one-point difference, Wen Ying watched the game carefully for a while and felt that there was a great chance of overtaking him next time.

"This shop has a nice entrance, Wenying, please take a picture for me."

Xia Yin's voice suddenly rang out, and Wen Ying came back to her senses as a cell phone was shoved into her hand.

“Sending a letter to your future self, how interesting…” Wang Ziming, carrying several people’s bags, stood aside looking at the shop name.

As soon as he finished speaking, another bag appeared in his arms. Chen Ge pushed open the door and went inside.

"Hey? What's wrong? You're going to write something?" Wang Ziming turned his head to look at him.

Wang Ziming also entered, wanting to find out what was going on, but was kicked out less than half a minute later. He touched his nose and said, "This guy won't let me get close. What's going on? So mysterious."

Wen Ying looked towards the glass door and saw Chen Ge slowly gesturing along the edge of the crystal countertop, trying to make the shop assistant understand his meaning.

She recalled that morning, after winning the competition and being announced as having successfully advanced, Chen Ge didn't seem as happy as expected. Amidst the cheers, she lowered her head, looked at the stage below her feet, and seemed lost in thought.

But then he turned around, met Wen Ying's gaze through the glass, and raised an eyebrow. "Do you want to write one for that person too?"

Wen Ying mouthed him to get lost, and Chen Ge smiled. Wen Ying then realized that what happened that morning was just an illusion.

After Wen Ying took a photo of Xia Yin, Wang Ziming also came over and took one. They took a photo of the three of them, then stood at the door waiting for Chen Ge to come out, and then took a photo of the four of them.

But Chen Ge wrote letters very slowly. At first, they waited at the door, but later they were too tired, so they went to the cat cafe next door, ordered coffee and sat down.

As Wen Ying scrolled through Weibo, cats kept climbing onto her. She reached out and picked them up, but then new cats would climb up.

Holding a real cat toy but met with a dismissive look, Xia Yin looked up helplessly: "Do you have catnip on you?"

Wen Ying tugged at her sleeve and sniffed: "No."

"That smells like fish." Xia Yin remembered that she seemed to have a hobby of fishing, and slapped her thigh. "Hey, do you still go fishing in the river now?"

"I'm not going to fish anymore." Wen Ying shook her head.

She couldn't even remember the last time she had thought about this.

After finishing their coffee, they ate at a popular restaurant nearby, and then drove home.

The journey still took five hours, and halfway through, Wang Ziming stopped to rest for a while.

Wen Ying had also fallen asleep. When she opened her eyes, it was already 11:30 p.m. She picked up her phone, but the daily summary that she should have received after evening self-study was nowhere to be found.

"Where are you?" Wen Ying asked, pressing the phone button as she did so.

Wang Ziming, gripping the steering wheel, said, "We'll be at your neighborhood soon."

The call didn't go through; a long, drawn-out dial tone hung in her ear. Wen Ying put down her phone just as the car came to a stop.

"We're here," Wang Ziming said, glancing outside where there were no streetlights. "Shall I walk you inside?"

Wen Ying nodded.

Feeling uneasy, she grabbed her things, got out of the car, and quickly walked into the residential area. Wang Ziming, who had been walking slowly with his hands in his pockets, quickened his pace when he saw her walking briskly.

"What's wrong?" he asked, puzzled.

Wen Ying went downstairs and saw Xiao Huang in the darkness. She reached out and touched it, getting her hands covered in dust.

She turned to Wang Ziming and asked, "Can you come upstairs with me?"

“Okay.” Wang Ziming hesitated for a moment, but still followed.

The hallway lights came on, and the sound of arguing started again from somewhere. Ignoring the noise, Wen Ying dialed the number again.

“You live so high up, and there’s no elevator.” Wang Ziming, panting with his hands on his knees, waved his hand when he saw Wen Ying turn to look at him. “I’m not weak, I’ve just been driving for too long.”

Wen Ying put the phone to her ear and pressed her other ear against the door, carefully trying to discern the sounds inside.

Wang Ziming stopped panting and lowered his voice: "Did a thief break into your house?"

Wen Ying didn't speak, the dialing continued, and a faint ringtone came from inside the house; Liang Muxi's phone was inside.

She frowned slightly, a shadow falling over her heart, and handed the guitar to Wang Ziming: "Hold this for me."

"Okay." Wang Ziming was also a little nervous for some reason. The next second, he saw her pull a hair clip out of her hair and put it into the door lock.

He opened his mouth, not expecting her to be so blunt: "Are you sure this is really your home?"

Wen Ying hummed in agreement, held her breath, and focused on the position of the spring. If it weren't for the urgency of the situation, she would have almost forgotten that she had learned this technique.

After a while, the arguing on the floor stopped, and the door lock clicked.

Wen Ying placed her hand on the doorknob: "I'll go in and take a look. Could you please wait for me at the door for a moment?"

Wang Ziming was still in a daze when he nodded hurriedly and instructed, "Call me loudly if you need anything."

Wen Ying opened the door in front of her.

She went inside. To her left was the kitchen, the glass door was closed, and there was no one inside.

On the other side was the living room, where Liang Muxi's phone lay on the sofa. She walked over and picked it up; the battery indicator showed only one bar remaining.

Wang Ziming was still waiting anxiously outside. His quick-drying sportswear brushed against the corner of the wall, making a rustling sound. At the same time, Wen Ying heard a faint sound coming from the bathroom.

"Liang Muxi?" She walked over, holding his phone, her heart pounding in her chest, but she could barely feel it beating.

Looking back again, she could vaguely see Wang Ziming's figure through the crack in the door.

Wen Ying suddenly felt helpless, doubting whether she could handle the scene after opening the door alone. She was anxious and uneasy, and even wanted Wang Ziming to come in with her.

But clutching her phone tightly, she took a deep breath and pushed open the door in front of her.

opened.

She had been to Liang Muqi's bathroom before. It had white wall tiles and a transparent shower enclosure. At this moment, the showerhead had fallen to the floor and was not turned off, with water slowly flowing out.

The sound she had just heard was the sound of water. Wen Ying lowered her gaze, and on the shimmering silver surface of the water, a figure was quietly curled up.

A human figure, or perhaps it was a human figure, with the upper body and arms folded quietly to one side.

There were red marks on that hand again. Wen Ying bent her knees and knelt on the water. She immediately reached out to feel his pulse. The skin her fingers touched was cold, but thankfully, she could still feel the pulse of his veins.

Thank goodness. That was the only thought in Wen Ying's mind, even though what came into view was a scene that could not be described as "normal"—a silver fish tail that was too long and extended outside the glass room, scattered all over the ground, and scales that were faintly floating on the water's surface.

And, she looks exactly like Liang Muxi.

As his heart returned to its place, Wen Ying knelt in the water, losing the ability to feel surprise and fear. The only thing that remained in his mind was that he was still alive.

Fortunately, he is still alive.

"Nothing happened, Wen Ying?" Wang Ziming's voice came from the doorway. He waited a long time, but the house remained quiet. He came in to find her. "Where are you?"

"Don't come in yet!" Wen Ying looked up abruptly, and Wang Ziming's figure had already reached the bathroom door. "I'm fine, you can go back first."

“You…” Wang Ziming paused, puzzled, “Are you really alright? But your voice is trembling.”

Wen Ying then realized that something was stuck in her throat. She swallowed hard, stood up, and took a step forward. Her knees buckled and she almost knelt back down. Her legs had gone numb without her realizing it.

"I'm really fine." Wen Ying walked to the door, tidied her hair which was wet with cold sweat, and smiled at Wang Ziming. "I only realized when I got home that I forgot to turn off the tap. It gave me a fright."

"It didn't leak out, did it? Don't flood the floor," Wang Ziming said.

"No," Wen Ying replied. "You should go back now, it's getting late. Thank you for coming upstairs with me."

"Don't mention it, it's nothing, but you should still have someone check your door lock, it's not safe..."

Wang Ziming kept rambling on and on as he put down his guitar bag. Wen Ying didn't go out to see him off; she stood at the bathroom door and watched him close it.

She returned to the bathroom, where the figure still lay quietly. Wen Ying walked over, lifted Liang Muxi's face, and called his name: "Liang Muxi".

She called out several times, but there was no response. Liang Muqi rested his head on her lap, and Wen Ying touched his face. The touch was icy cold, as if he had no body temperature.

The sound of water was still flowing behind her. She picked up the showerhead, ready to turn it off, but then stopped.

Perhaps Liang Muqi deliberately opened it, and contact with the water source made him feel soothed.

Wen Ying's gaze went down. Liang Muxi's upper body was still wearing the T-shirt that she had used to wipe her tears. The hem of the shirt was lifted up, and her body from the waist down was replaced by a fishtail, which shone with a cold luster under the light.

It was stained with blood, and many wounds were not covered by scales, leaving them exposed, like the uneven marks on the surface of the moon.

However, no meteorite fell into this world; the shedding of the scales seemed more like a human act. Wen Ying reached out, and a scale stuck to her hand, trembling as it fell into the water from her fingertips.

The dead scales are like withered duckweed. Perhaps someone has pulled them off forcefully, as if severing the transparent webbed feet that are connected together, as if doing so could prove that they are still a normal human being.

Instead of being a monster that cannot be accepted by others, or even by oneself.