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

After the system finished speaking, it waited expectantly for Wen Ying's guess.

It was absolutely certain that it had brought a surprise, whether it was the five million bank card or the person who gave it to it.

But Wen Ying didn't seem as happy as expected. She was still leaning against the cold wall, her clothes completely soaked, her face pale as she turned her head to look at the mermaid beside her, stroking the back of his head and gently tracing his undulating back.

Therefore, I forgot to pick up the card that had fallen into the water.

So the system could only announce the answer itself: "It's Shen Chi."

Shen Chi...

Wen Ying slowly raised her head.

I can't remember how long it's been since I last heard that name. I've only been in this world for a little over two months, but it feels like many years have passed.

The system continued: "However, Shen Chi only owns half of the money in this card."

"Who is your other half?" Wen Ying asked, though she already knew the answer in her heart.

[Wen Sirang.] The system said, [His pet cat broke a vase in Shen Chi's office; this is the money he paid for the vase.]

Water was still dripping from the wall in front of her, drip, drip. Wen Ying picked up the card, gently touched the indentation of the numbers, and slowly raised the corners of her mouth.

Two idiots.

Seeing that her mood seemed to have improved, the system breathed a sigh of relief and told Wen Ying about the information it had obtained from Shen Chi.

[The scripts each person receives may differ, but the timeline is generally the same. For example, last time, the script you received started from age zero, and the other players who came to that world also started from that time period.]

Wen Ying nodded, and the system continued: "Shen Chi didn't tell me the specific plot details, but as far as he knows, according to this world's timeline, the male protagonist's redemption should arrive seven years later. At that time, people's understanding of mermaids will gradually mature, and the land will also enact laws and regulations specifically regarding the settlement of underwater humans on land."

The fish tail beside her seemed to have stopped swaying. Wen Ying touched the tip of its tail, glanced at her shoulder, and saw that Liang Muqi had closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep.

He still looked very tired and exhausted, but now he was finally able to relax completely in the familiar atmosphere.

Beneath his dark bangs, he furrowed his brow slightly, and Wen Ying reached out and gently rubbed it.

The system looked at Wen Ying: [Originally, I thought perhaps I brought you here too early. If we had arrived here according to the original timeline, you would have smoothly met the male protagonist living alone on land, opened his heart to heal him, and become a unique presence in his life—his true salvation.]

"But I didn't come into this world to be redeemed," Wen Ying said.

Liang Muqi's body was still very cold, pressed against her neck. Although she had learned from the system that even if she hadn't appeared, Liang Muqi wouldn't have died completely at this moment.

He will live until the day, seven years later, when she truly comes into his world.

But recalling her hurried steps when she got out of the car, her anxiety about not being able to make a phone call, and the momentary pause in her breathing when she pushed open the bathroom door, Wen Ying still felt fear.

It was the fear of facing a possibility, even one that was assured would never come to pass. Wen Ying still couldn't imagine what would happen if she weren't there.

If Wen Ying hadn't come to Liang Muqi's side, hadn't searched for him in the pouring rain at night, hadn't given him a hug in the darkness, hadn't entered this house.

Liang Muxi would spend his eighteenth, nineteenth, and twentieth years alone... He would walk alone for a long time, from one bustling place to another. The world was filled with all kinds of sounds, but none of them belonged to him.

No one would tell him, Liang Muxi, that life is not just about pain, but also about happiness hidden within and perhaps even beyond pain, happiness that is within reach.

Seven years later, when Wen Ying reaches out to him again, will Liang Muxi still believe her?

Even if they believe, even if they receive, even if they can truly live happily ever after. But when Liang Muqi stands alone in front of the misty mirror at eighteen, plucking off scales one by one, who can soothe his fear and tell him that all of this will pass and the pain will eventually subside?

It's like someone who knows that spring will definitely come, but he can't simply close his eyes and open them again to see the flowers blooming without thinking about anything.

And winter is so cold.

[This is the medicine I got from VV. Let's observe him for a while first, then I'll look for other ways to help him. Maybe we should take him to the beach.]

The system's voice interrupted her thoughts. Wen Ying nodded again, and the system reminded her not to spend too much money from the card at once, so as not to arouse suspicion.

Then, it looked at her with a hesitant and conflicted gaze.

Wen Ying, having been stared at for a while, sighed and asked, "Is there something you're too embarrassed to say in front of me?"

[I'm not embarrassed at all...] ​​The system coughed and cleared its throat. [It's just that I crammed some information about mermaids. Apparently, mermaids go through a mating season every year after they reach adulthood...]

"..." Wen Ying didn't expect it to say this suddenly, and the hand on Liang Muqi's neck suddenly became unnatural.

She curled her fingers slightly, and Liang Muqi stirred in her arms, opening his eyes slightly.

"You're awake?" Wen Ying turned to look at him. Liang Muqi looked at her for a few seconds, exhaled, closed his eyes again, and buried his head back down.

The system looked at them and felt inexplicably uncomfortable. After a moment, it threw something else into Wen Ying's arms. It was in a small, square box.

Wen Ying didn't pick it up immediately. After a moment of silence, she squeezed out a question from her throat: "...Wouldn't that be inappropriate?"

What's inappropriate about it?

The system said, glancing at Wen Ying. Wen Ying didn't speak, but her expression became even more strange.

The system suddenly realized what was happening, its transparent body instantly turning red-hot, and it covered its ears, screaming: "No! That's not what I meant! It's not what you think! This thing is a tranquilizer! It's for emergencies!"

Wen Ying rubbed her nose, looking embarrassed, and asked, "[...What unexpected situation?]"

System: [Exactly, exactly! If the male lead can't control himself and tries to do something you don't like, just do this—give him a shot to calm him down!]

Wen Ying smiled. She couldn't quite imagine Liang Muxi losing his composure. Apart from now, he always seemed calm in her memory.

He remains calm and composed no matter what happens; nothing can make him lose control.

However, she still said to the system, "Thank you."

"Don't mention it, we're friends," the system said awkwardly.

Wen Ying chuckled again, placing the card and the small box containing the tranquilizer together: [Thanks to the two idiots for the precious gift.]

After the system left, Wen Ying opened the medicine she had gotten from VV and used it to disinfect Liang Muqi's fish tail.

She examined his wound, and Liang Muqi woke up for the second time amidst the noise. He leaned on her shoulder, his eyelids half-closed, quietly observing her movements.

Wen Ying's fingers traced the scales, and the medicine was sprinkled onto the exposed skin, making a very faint sound.

She turned her head, and Liang Muqi, who had been looking down expressionlessly, suddenly blinked when he felt her gaze, and a small pearl fell out.

Wen Ying reached out and caught it. The pearl fell into her palm, radiating a soft moonlight under the lamplight.

Recalling the embrace in the darkness a month ago, she suddenly realized what the pearl she had found in the entryway that day was.

Clutching the tear, Wen Ying touched the back of Liang Muxi's neck. The fish tail lifted up and wrapped around her wrist, as if to tell her not to be biased. Wen Ying also touched the scales.

Liang Muqi snuggled closer to her, murmured something softly, and rested his forehead on her collarbone.

After applying the medicine, Wen Ying took out the oral pills and wanted to feed them to him. She pinched Liang Muxi's cheek with her hand, but this time Liang Muxi did not open his mouth quickly.

Wen Ying pinched Liang Muxi's lips again, gently rubbing them: "Taking medicine will make your body feel better. Be a good boy and listen to me."

Liang Muqi glanced at her, still stubbornly pursing her lips, trying to turn her head to the side.

Wen Ying felt a little helpless. She pinched the pill and tried to put it in his mouth. When her finger reached into his mouth and touched his teeth, Liang Muqi opened his eyes wide and suddenly bit his lower lip.

The sharp teeth pierced through, and blood immediately seeped out, slowly gathering into a crimson stain on his lips. Wen Ying looked at him, as if her brain had also been stabbed, and she frowned as she wiped her face.

"Don't bite yourself, you're bleeding..." she said, then suddenly paused, lowered her gaze, met Liang Muqi's somewhat helpless eyes, and suddenly realized something.

"You won't hurt me anymore," Wen Ying said slowly, looking into his eyes.

She wiped away the bloodstain and rubbed his lips with her fingers: "I've already taught you how to do it, remember? You have to pull your teeth in, gently."

Liang Muqi looked at her hesitantly, and Wen Ying smiled and pushed the pill to his lips.

Liang Muqi continued to stare at her, slowly opening her mouth. Wen Ying's fingers went in, pushing the pill deep into her mouth, while her fingertips were gently licked.

She looked at Liang Muqi, who made a swallowing motion, and felt a dampness on his fingertips.

Wen Ying withdrew her hand, and Liang Muqi stared at her for a while before putting his finger in front of her eyes a second time.

"How sophisticated, Liang Muxi." Wen Ying laughed, looking down at him. "You've learned the art of reciprocity so quickly."

Moreover, he didn't let himself suffer any loss. When Wen Ying used two fingers to take the medicine, he returned the favor by using two fingers as well, looking at her with bright eyes.

Wen Ying lowered her head and did as he expected. Liang Muqi narrowed his eyes, and Wen Ying bit his fingertip.

Liang Muqi was stunned, holding his breath, as if he hadn't expected that the teacher who taught him how to close his teeth would also go back on his word.

Wen Ying smiled at him and said, "Idiot."

Liang Muqi stared at her blankly, and after a few seconds, he also curled one corner of his lips into a smile.

He hugged her again, this time not burying his head in her neck, but supporting the back of Wen Ying's head and pulling her close to his chest, then patting her back.

Just minutes before, Wen Ying's coaxing gesture was imitated. Liang Muqi's hand slid through her hair, down to the back of her neck, and then down her back, rhythmically.

Wen Ying rubbed against him, breathing slowly. She didn't smell the fishy smell she had imagined; it was still Liang Muqi's scent, mixed with the dampness in the bathroom, like a brief summer shower.

However, this rhythm did not lull Wen Ying to sleep. Liang Muqi rested his chin on her body, let his arm hang down, and slowly closed his eyes.

He probably fell asleep again because of the tranquilizing ingredients in the medication.

Wen Ying sat in his arms for a while longer before carefully getting up. Her body had already become sore and numb without her realizing it. She looked out the window and saw a moon hanging in the sky. It was already late at night.

She turned on the shower and let the water continue to flow slowly. She straightened the heavy fish tail and straightened her back again. Wen Ying felt exhausted.

“You’re taller now. For the sake of the whole class’s learning experience, we need to pull our desks back a bit more.” She said, laughing out loud. “The third idiot, Liang Muxi.”

Wen Ying went to change her clothes. Because she was worried about leaving Liang Muxi alone in the bathroom, she didn't go home but went to his bedroom and found Liang Muxi's clothes in the closet to borrow temporarily.

A dreamcatcher made of wool hangs beside the bed, with a familiar blue inlay in the center.

The window wasn't closed tightly, and the dreamcatcher swayed gently in the wind. Wen Ying put on a shirt and saw that the blue pick was the one she had given him.

Wen Ying went to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water, drank it with her cold medicine, and once again sent a message to her homeroom teacher asking for leave late at night.

Back in the bathroom, she leaned against the door and plugged in Liang Muxi's phone to charge.

The lock screen password popped up. Wen Ying stared at it for two seconds and then typed her birthday on the keyboard.

The screen unlocked with a click.

Surprisingly, she felt no surprise. Instead, a fleeting sweetness rose within her, along with an undeniable bittersweet feeling that rose above her initial excitement.

The taste of first love is more tumultuous than imagined; between them, there were so many things they dared not and could not do.

Wen Ying looked down and scrolled through Liang Muxi's phone. His social media still only had her as a friend. The messages in the class group were piling up, but he hadn't clicked to look at them.

Many more friend requests came in, but Liang Muqi stopped accepting them. In his world, there was only Wen Ying.

Whether this is a good thing or a bad thing, Wen Ying couldn't tell, nor could she find out the answer from the person involved.

In the call log, there was a call with the homeroom teacher that lasted less than two minutes. The date showed that it was the morning of the third day after Wen Ying went to S City. Perhaps from that time on, Liang Muqi took leave and did not go to school.

As for the remaining records, there was only a message from the boss of the place where he used to work part-time. The boss asked him if he still needed money and if he could come to work on the weekend if he was free.

Liang Muxi replied with "thank you, but I don't need it for now."

Wen Ying turned around and looked at the shower room behind her. The figure was still lying there quietly; Liang Muqi was fast asleep.

She looked at him, clicked on the browser's search history, and the page popped up and slowly unfolded: "Styles and types of guitar picks", "Moon Bay Music Festival", "The Song of Your Name" competition... "Would you learn sign language for someone you like?"

Wen Ying couldn't help but chuckle, then sighed softly, "Liang Muxi, you're an idiot..."

She rubbed her eyes and continued reading. The entries for "birthday gift for someone you like", "Seaside in S City", and "Wen Ying from Flying Bird Chronicles" were all complete.

He had not searched for "mermaid".

Perhaps I had searched for it before, but when I typed those words on the keyboard, I suddenly felt lost. The secrets I couldn't express made me feel ashamed to even leave them on my phone.