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

Behind her was the cold wall of the bathroom, and the person in her arms was equally cold. Unconsciously, tears began to flow down her face again. Wen Ying lowered her head and pressed her forehead against Liang Muxi's.

She could almost imagine what had happened in this room, how Liang Muxi discovered that her hands were becoming different from others again, how she watched her lost legs slowly being replaced by a fish tail covered in scales, how she endured the fear and pain brought by the unknown, how she forcibly plucked them off, and how new scales would continue to grow.

Like proof of being alive, and like the resolve to die.

Wen Ying recalled the night of her birthday. Liang Muxi's hesitation, the evasive look in his eyes when his clothes were lifted—perhaps it wasn't some kind of suppressed embarrassment or awkwardness, but rather because, from that moment on, scales had already grown on his body.

Before opening the door for Wen Ying, he was in the bathroom facing this body, peeling off the scales one by one. The wounds must have been bleeding at that time, but he was able to pretend to be so calm, comforting her by saying, "It doesn't hurt," when she was crying.

It doesn't hurt, so don't cry.

Wen Ying tightened her arms, but she didn't know what she was doing at that time. She was complaining in her heart about his broken promise, and even asked Liang Muqi to write her a daily summary during the competition.

He couldn't even hold a pen with that hand, how did he manage to write that...?

Wen Ying could hardly tell what she was feeling. She cried uncontrollably, recalling the phone call at the beach that day. She choked back tears and cursed Liang Muxi as a liar, saying that he was the most ignorant person in the world.

It was clearly Wen Ying.

She cursed on and off for an unknown amount of time, her tears constantly dripping onto Liang Muxi's face.

Wen Ying whispered, "I'm sorry..." Then she reached out to wipe away the tear stain.

The next second, her wrist was suddenly grabbed, and Wen Ying stopped abruptly. The person in front of her slowly opened their eyes.

“Liang Muxi…” Wen Ying was stunned for a moment, then hugged him tightly and buried her face in his neck.

The tears that had stopped were about to spill over again. She squeezed her eyes shut and said, "You're awake. Don't be afraid. No matter what, I'm here for you."

With a hoarse voice, Wen Ying spoke hurriedly, but Liang Muxi did not respond.

Fearing he wouldn't believe her, Wen Ying raised her head, looked into his eyes, and repeated, "Even if I turn into a little fish, I will stay with you."

Liang Muxi looked at her, and Wen Ying suddenly felt a pain in her wrist. She looked over and saw that the hand that was gripping her was still there, and Liang Muxi was holding it very tightly.

"I won't leave, please be gentle, okay?" Wen Ying moved her wrist but couldn't break free, and Liang Muxi's grip didn't loosen.

She pursed her lips and reached out with her other hand to touch his cheek to comfort him, but before she could make a move, Liang Muqi suddenly grabbed both of her hands.

"Hey?!"

Wen Ying's back pressed against the cold wall, and the body that was suddenly close to her was also cold. Liang Muqi lowered his eyes and quietly looked at Wen Ying for a long while.

Wen Ying stared blankly into his eyes, where her own reflection was mirrored. Then, the shadow slowly enlarged, getting closer and closer to her.

Liang Muqi leaned forward, and Wen Ying's face suddenly felt a chill, as if something had suddenly touched her.

“You…” Wen Ying opened her mouth, but couldn’t utter a complete sentence. A chill appeared on the skin at the corner of her eyes.

The tear that was about to fall was wiped away. Liang Muqi looked at her for a few more seconds, then turned her head and rested her head on Wen Ying's shoulder.

He breathed softly beside me, but didn't speak.

The grip on his wrist suddenly loosened, and Wen Ying snapped out of her daze, raised her hand, and patted his back: "Are you feeling unwell?"

She looked at his hands. "You've hurt yourself so many times again... I'll go get the first-aid kit and treat you."

Wen Ying was about to get up when she spoke, but Liang Muxi did not move and remained pressed against her shoulder and neck. Wen Ying called his name again: "Liang Muxi".

The only response she received was soft breathing. Liang Muqi rested her forehead against the side of her neck without speaking.

Wen Ying touched Liang Muxi's hair again, lifted his face up, and Liang Muxi rested his chin on her palm, quietly gazing at her.

"You wouldn't... be unable to speak, would you?" After a long while, Wen Ying suddenly realized something. "But, according to the fairy tale, shouldn't one exchange their voice for legs? Why is it the other way around in your case?"

The person in front of her was still looking at her. Wen Ying tugged at the corners of her lips and smiled helplessly. She pinched Liang Muxi's cheek and said, "It seems like you've become dumber."

Liang Muqi stirred slightly, and Wen Ying's fingers slid to his brow bone, where she gently touched it and murmured, "Silly fish."

Holding his face in her hands and gazing at him intently for a while, Wen Ying felt her body relax, and her heart slowly began to beat at a regular rhythm.

Water droplets slid down Liang Muxi's hair, dripped from the tip of his nose to his lips, and Wen Ying thought it looked like a tear, so she wiped it away with her hand.

Liang Muxi looked at her hand, then suddenly opened her mouth and bit that finger into her mouth.

It was a real bite. Wen Ying felt a sudden pain and cried out, "Ouch!" She hurriedly tried to pry it off with her other hand.

It would have been better if she hadn't reached out; the moment she did, the person in front of her frowned and shut their mouth even tighter.

"This is an index finger, not food... Are you some kind of small animal guarding its food?" Wen Ying's eyes widened as she felt the sharp point pierce her skin.

She glared at Liang Muxi, who also opened her eyes wide and looked at her with a confused expression.

“…You’ve really become stupid,” Wen Ying said, feeling utterly helpless. “Is the brain you had during the monthly exam the same one you have now?”

Since she couldn't force him to continue, Wen Ying had no choice but to press his tongue root with her fingertips, which were covered by his wet mouth.

Liang Muxi's eyes widened further, and his mouth opened as Wen Ying pulled her hand away.

"It seems like my skin is broken, and it actually bit me. Liang Muqi... has your tooth mutated too?"

Wen Ying shook her hand, picked up her phone and turned on the flashlight, pinched Liang Muqi's cheeks, and forced him to open his mouth.

A beam of light shone down, and he squinted reflexively. Wen Ying leaned closer to him and looked inside carefully.

"It really has mutated..."

The flashlight beam was moved to Wen Ying's fingers, whose skin was still damp, with two very obvious teeth marks and a trace of blood.

"Your teeth are so sharp." Wen Ying rubbed her fingers, showing Liang Muxi the tooth mark, and frowned. "It hurts."

Liang Muqi frowned as he looked at her fingers.

"It hurts a lot." Wen Ying repeated, raising her other hand to show him her wrist, which had been gripped so tightly and was now aching. "And here, it hurts a little here too."

Liang Muqi also raised his hand to show Wen Ying.

“You were holding me too tightly just now; that will hurt me.” Wen Ying placed her hand on his wrist, making a gentle gripping motion, and said again, “Like this, a little lighter.”

Liang Muqi looked down and put his other hand on her wrist.

This time the pressure was very light, like a cool snowflake brushing across his skin. Wen Ying smiled at him.

Liang Muqi raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing her dimples.

“You never seem to have much of an expression,” Wen Ying said, poking him with her finger. “Although Liang Muxi is very handsome even when he doesn’t smile much, I prefer the way you smile.”

She sighed softly, "That would make me feel that we are very close to happiness."

Liang Muxi lowered his gaze and landed on her fingers. Wen Ying was afraid that he would open his mouth to bite again, so she pulled her hand back.

Liang Muqi's lips twitched downwards, and her dimples disappeared.

Wen Ying laughed again: "Do you know that you look like a meme right now?"

Liang Muqi stared at her. Wen Ying took one of his hands and slowly raised it, saying, "You bit too hard just now..."

He suddenly stopped talking halfway through.

Wen Ying looked at the hand in front of her, a sense of confusion rising in her heart. She had no intention of letting Liang Muxi bite her a second time, so was it necessary to demonstrate it again like before?

But Liang Muqi's gaze remained fixed on her, and Wen Ying inexplicably sensed a kind of expectation in his expression.

She lowered her gaze and continued what she had just said: "You bit too hard just now. You should bite like I did."

The fingers in front of her were long and slender, with unhealed wounds. Wen Ying pursed her lips, avoiding the wounds, and slightly opened her mouth to put his fingers in her mouth.

Her fingertips briefly touched her tongue, she blinked, took Liang Muxi's hand out, and wiped it for him.

"You have to do it like me, understand? Remember to keep your teeth in place." Wen Ying looked away, her voice a little unnatural, while Liang Muqi was still staring at her with wide eyes.

"How silly." She sighed helplessly and touched his hair. "Never mind."

Liang Muqi also touched her hair.

The two of them sat facing each other for a while, touching and stroking each other. In a daze, Wen Ying felt as if she had become a kindergarten teacher.

Fortunately, she was facing a smart student. Although she didn't know how Liang Muxi's IQ had suddenly regressed to its primitive state, his brain was still quite capable; being the top student in the grade was not just for show.

Wen Ying played a clapping game with him, taking turns clapping, and as they did so, she began to think about what to do next.

In this world, Wen Ying had never heard of any legends about mermaids, so Liang Muxi's identity could not be discovered by others for the time being.

Going to the hospital was out of the question, so they could only buy some medicine and Wen Ying tried to treat his wounds.

She called out to the system in her mind, over and over again, more urgently than ever before.

The system had left behind a switch that could supposedly only be pressed in a life-or-death situation. Wen Ying felt that she was indeed so anxious that she was about to die, so she urged it to hurry up and come over.

Just then, the person in front of her slowed down their high-five gesture, and Wen Ying looked at Liang Muqi, "Aren't you going to play anymore?"

Liang Muxi didn't speak, but with great effort raised his hand again and placed it on her palm.

Wen Ying took his hand and asked with concern, "Are you feeling unwell again?"

Liang Muqi let her lead him, and just like at the beginning, he rested his head on her shoulder and breathed a very light breath.

"Want to take a shower? It might feel better." Wen Ying patted his back, raised her hand to turn on the overhead shower, and water poured down from the shower like rain.

She turned the water to its maximum, pulled her hand back, placed it beside Liang Muxi, and looked at the fish tail.

I couldn't see it clearly before, but now I can see it clearly: beneath the mist, there is a color as soft as moonlight.

The fish's tail, wet with water, swayed slightly on the floor. Wen Ying turned his head, and Liang Muqi finally stopped staring at him with his big eyes, his pupils narrowing slightly.

Wen Ying understood; it probably meant "comfortable."

“You said you wanted to go to the beach with me,” Wen Ying touched the back of his neck, “but you seem like a freshwater fish.”

The fish tail moved again, sliding towards her, pausing every so often as if testing something.

Wen Ying brushed the hair that was obscuring her vision back, pretending not to see it. The fishtail slowly moved in front of her, curling up from her ankle and stopping at her waist.

Wen Ying heard Liang Muqi mutter something very softly in her ear, something that didn't sound like human speech, and she couldn't hear it clearly.

Are you playing some kind of melodramatic, teenage angst heroine?

Suddenly, the system's voice rang in his mind, somewhat startling him: "[It's a bright sunny day outside, you can't get wet, so you're making rain in the bathroom, right?]"

Wen Ying: "..." It's been a while since I last saw the system. It seems like it's gotten a bit too talkative. I wonder where it went for some training.

System: [What should I do if I catch a cold?]

To be honest, she hadn't felt anything about getting wet before the system appeared, but now that it was talking, Wen Ying really felt a bit cold.

Besides, he was holding Liang Muqi, who was as cold as ice, in his arms.

The system, observing this scene, commented: "Uh, so this is the male lead? He has such a long fish tail."

Its voice carried a hint of smugness: "Looks like my information was right; the male protagonist of this world is indeed a fish."

Wen Ying corrected it: [It's a mermaid.]

Wen Ying moved to the side to avoid the splash, wanting Liang Muxi to stay in the water by himself, but he stubbornly followed her and continued to bury his head on her shoulder.

Wen Ying used her thumb and forefinger to hold Liang Muxi's chin and pinched his face.

Wen Ying told the system about Liang Muxi: "There seems to be no information about mermaids in this world, and he doesn't know how he became like this."

System: [Poor little thing.]

Wen Ying asked, "Is there any way to get me the complete storyline?"

The system paused for a moment, then said: "We don't have that permission yet, but wait a moment, I'll go back and find someone to try it on for you."

The system disappeared after it finished speaking, and Wen Ying didn't even have time to ask where it was going or who to ask about the plot.

Having sat in the shower for too long, Wen Ying's clothes were completely soaked, and she felt a little cold. She sneezed.

Liang Muqi raised his head and looked at her. Wen Ying guessed that he probably wanted to imitate the action, but he couldn't do it. He could only open his mouth and grind his teeth.

Wen Ying felt a pang of panic when she saw those sharp points, even sharper than tiger teeth, and tapped the corner of his mouth: "Stop."

Liang Muqi shut his mouth, but his eyes remained fixed on her.

Wen Ying pointed to the torrential rain overhead, "If you get soaked for too long, you'll get sick."

She sneezed again after she finished speaking. Liang Muxi looked at her, then suddenly raised her fishtail and turned off the shower.

With a loud thud, the showerhead slammed down with tremendous force. Wen Ying felt the showerhead tremble, and Liang Muqi's tail, also hurt from the fall, slowly slid to Wen Ying's side.

Wen Ying picked it up and stroked it, then blew on it. The fish tail curled up and swayed gently in her hand.

“People get sick if they get wet for too long,” Wen Ying muttered to herself, stroking the scales with her palm. “But fish also suffer when they’re out of water.”

This seemed to be an unsolvable problem. She sighed.

【I'm back.】

The system's voice sounded in my mind again, this time much more efficient: "I brought you something; you'll definitely like it."

Wen Ying asked weakly, "What?"

The next second, something flashed past her and floated to her side. Wen Ying looked down and saw that it was a bank card.

"There are five million in here." The system's voice was mysterious. "Guess who gave it to you."