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

At 12:05, Liang Muqi put the folded clothes into the wardrobe, turned around, and saw Wen Ying squatting by the bed, holding her phone and sending messages.

She was deep in thought, her brows furrowed. Liang Muqi walked over and pinched the back of her neck.

"Don't your legs feel numb?" Liang Muxi asked.

Wen Ying turned to look at him, but it was clear that his soul hadn't returned yet; he was still outside his body.

Liang Muqi glanced at her screen and saw that it was a small group chat of the four members of her band with Chen Ge.

He looked away, supported her legs, picked her up, and placed her on the bed.

Upon touching the soft bed, Wen Ying automatically stretched out her legs. Liang Muqi covered her with a blanket, and Wen Ying moved slightly, stretching out one leg again.

"It's a bit hot." She was still typing, unconsciously rubbing her hair with her fingers. "I'll cover myself with a blanket when I go to sleep."

Liang Muqi said "okay," and seeing that she didn't seem to be planning to lie down anytime soon, he turned on the bedside lamp.

Liang Muqi went to the living room to pour a glass of water and came back, placing it on the bedside table. He then told Wen Ying, "The water is warm, remember to drink it."

Wen Ying: "Okay."

Liang Muqi sat back down at the desk by the bed and continued working on the test paper he hadn't finished during the day.

Wen Ying continued typing on the screen.

"Friends, after careful consideration, I realize that my abilities are insufficient to support both my studies and the band. Senior year exams are demanding, and taking leave is extremely difficult and inconvenient. Therefore, I have made up my mind—"

Xia Yin: "What determination? No way—"

Wang Ziming: "What what?"

These words were quickly retracted after being sent, and Wang Ziming resent them: "This kind of determination is like a tonic..."

Wen Ying: "There's nothing I can do about it. I'm extremely reluctant to withdraw like this. [Tears falling.jpg]"

Xia Yin: "Damn it, there are only three weeks left until the semi-finals, where am I supposed to find a more compatible lead singer?!"

Wang Ziming: "Yeah! How awful!"

Wen Ying: "I know a sister who can sing E6, but she's unpredictable and a bit difficult to get along with, but that's okay! I'll try my best to introduce you to her."

Wang Ziming: "Alright, then you should study hard [Ten years of hard study will be your family's three generations of business.jpg]"

Xia Yin: "No, I still can't accept it. You can stick to a relationship, so why did you give up so easily when it came to the band?"

Wang Ziming: "Hiss, you mean..."

Xia Yin: "The harm of being in love is far greater than being a singer here, baby!" This is accompanied by the news article "Future prospects VS boyfriend, girls lower their college application scores for love."

Wen Ying: "That makes sense... [Brain racing.jpg]"

She typed on the keyboard: "Then I have no choice but to part ways with regret."

As she typed the last period, she turned to look at Liang Muqi. He seemed to sense her gaze, and although he didn't stop writing, he turned back to her.

He first glanced at Wen Ying, then his gaze slowly fell on the untouched glass of water by the bedside.

"I'll drink it, I'll drink it now." Wen Ying immediately picked up the cup.

She finished the water in one gulp, then showed the empty cup to the person opposite her and shook it in her hand.

Liang Muqi smiled slightly and turned back to continue writing the questions.

Looking back at the screen, Wen Ying felt a little guilty and deleted the string of text.

For some reason, she suddenly felt that saying such things casually was disrespectful to feelings, even if it was just pretending to act.

But it's best not to act it out, not to talk about it, not even to think about it.

There was no response from her side, and Xia Yin wondered to herself in the group chat: "Where is she? Are you going to go find me a lead singer right now?"

Wang Ziming offered her a consolation: "Perhaps he's been studying hard for years."

Xia Yin continued to wail and cry: "These are miserable days, nobody cares about me, I might as well disband the band..."

Wang Ziming is not good at acting; he can only repeat himself like a broken record, responding to Xia's words with phrases like "Let's get rid of it," "It's so bitter," and "What can we do?"

They were spamming the screen so much that Chen Ge finally couldn't help but chime in: "You guys acted terribly..."

Xia Yin grabbed him instantly: "Oh, Young Master Chen, what a rare guest! The one who was pretending to be asleep has finally decided to open his eyes?"

Chen Ge: "I wasn't pretending to be asleep, I really did fall asleep just now."

He paused for a few seconds, then sent another message: "My phone wasn't on silent, it kept ringing in my ear, so I woke up."

Xia Yin scolded him: "You arrogant brat! You still dare to complain about other people being noisy at a time like this? Don't you know how worried other people are about you? Tell me properly, what have you been doing these past few days?"

Wang Ziming chimed in, "Yes, I was so worried about you."

Wen Ying: "Actually, if you really don't want to talk, you can just express your needs directly, and no one will bother you. But if you suddenly disappear, it's really a bit scary."

Wang Ziming: "Yeah, it's terrifying."

Chen Ge complained that Wang Ziming was a bot, and the group exchanged a few insults, after which the atmosphere seemed to return to normal.

Chen Ge asked, "Are you really going to disband the band?"

Xia Yin said irritably, "I'm not disbanding, I was just kidding you."

Chen Ge said "Oh," and then nudged Wen Ying: "Don't break up, you two won't lower your standards for love."

Wen Ying: "Of course, we have a great relationship."

Chen Ge seemed relieved: "That's good..."

Wang Ziming chimed in with a question mark: "What about me? Why didn't you ask me?"

Chen Ge: "What's so interesting about human-machine interaction?"

Wang Ziming was furious. He started by recounting how Chen Ge had signed his report card with single-digit grades, and then went on to tell the glorious story of how he punched the junior high school student who was joking with Chen Ge a few years ago, and how he kicked the person who cornered Chen Ge in an alley and demanded money.

He recounted every old, trivial matter, using a sorrowful tone to portray himself as an old father who had worked hard but received no reward.

Chen Ge apologized to each person one by one as if he were being held hostage, saying sorry many times. Finally, as if he had thought it over carefully, he sent a message: "Then come see me on Saturday afternoon."

Wang Ziming: "Why Saturday afternoon?"

Xia Yin: "You're so silly, Wen Ying only has time on Saturday afternoon. They only get half a day off for their senior year."

After saying that, he tagged Wen Ying: "We'll drive to pick you up then."

Wen Ying: "Okay."

Xia Yin: "But wait, what's the address?"

Wang Ziming: "That's right, the address!"

Chen Ge said slowly, as if squeezing toothpaste, "I'll send it to you later."

Wen Ying tossed her phone aside and lay on the bed, letting her mind wander.

At this moment, Liang Muqi closed his book, walked over, pulled her blanket up, and went out with the empty cup.

Wen Ying stared blankly at the ceiling. In fact, after Chen Ge sent her the message "Come see me," Wen Ying had already guessed the general idea without needing an address.

Adding to the message he sent to Liang Muxi, "I'm delirious with fever," Wen Ying thought that this person might not actually be sick.

However, it's hard to say what kind of illness it is, whether it's mild or severe, or when it started.

Now we can only try to think positively.

Wen Ying crawled out of the covers and bent down to look under the bed. There was a small box left by the system last time, containing sedatives and two bottles of nutrient solution.

She pondered how to get the nutrient solution to Chen Ge without anyone noticing, since the nutrient solution really didn't smell nutritious, and once the bottle was opened, the whole building would feel like it was being attacked by rotten eggs.

I don't know who invented this awful stuff. All these years later, they haven't even thought to improve the taste.

When Liang Muxi walked in, this was the scene he saw: Wen Ying was hanging upside down by the bed, her hair scattered on the floor.

Liang Muqi ordered a bedside blanket on the shopping page, finished his water, and went over to sit next to her.

"It's time to go to bed."

Wen Ying slowly turned her face, her hair covering her face. She reached out to brush it away, and almost fell headfirst.

Liang Muqi picked her up, tidied her messy hair, and settled her back in her usual sleeping spot.

"Did you know Chen Ge before?" Wen Ying suddenly asked, remembering what she had said when she was Chen Ge's deskmate. "He seemed worried that you would tell me his secrets because he saw that you and I were very familiar with each other."

"Handle?" Liang Muqi didn't quite understand the context of the word, but still answered truthfully, "I saw him a few times before when I was in the hospital."

"Ah..." Wen Ying opened her mouth.

“But we haven’t talked much, we’re not very familiar.” Liang Muqi reached out, and the light gradually dimmed. “Should I turn off the light?”

Wen Ying nodded and shrank back under the covers.

With a click, the button tightened, and the light turned off.

The room became dim. Liang Muxi's bedroom had blinds, and moonlight shone through the gaps.

Wen Ying looked at a patch of light on the floor: "Could you come with me to see him this weekend?"

Liang Muxi said "okay" and agreed without much hesitation.

Wen Ying turned over, reached out and patted his blanket: "Go to sleep, goodnight, remember to buy shrimp dumplings tomorrow morning."

Liang Muqi gently patted the back of her hand, stopped moving, circled her wrist and remained still, then said, "Sweet dreams, goodnight."

Back at school, the homeroom teacher announced that there would be a weekly test this week.

Wen Ying didn't expect the bet between her and Liang Muxi to come so soon. She was a little tempted to cheat, saying, "Weekly tests and monthly tests are different." But Liang Muxi seemed very calm and composed, so she put away her little grumbling.

Wen Ying began to study seriously, but to be honest, she wasn't entirely sure if she could surpass Liang Muxi in one go.

Putting aside the fact that Liang Muqi didn't perform at his best during the last monthly exam due to changes in his health, Wen Ying also noticed that her deskmate seemed much more serious than she was these past few days.

Wen Ying likes to listen to music while doing her homework. She will start singing on her own while writing, using her pen cap as a microphone. Sometimes, when inspiration strikes, she will put the test paper aside, pick up her guitar, and start writing songs.

But Liang Muxi seemed to have a hard time getting distracted.

It's not that he doesn't relax; when he gets tired of doing exercises, he'll stop and review other things he needs to memorize, or he'll go for a casual walk outside with Wen Ying.

To Wen Ying's surprise, Liang Muqi actually considered washing clothes and mopping the floor as a way to relax.

Who would listen to a listening exercise while doing housework? But Liang Muxi always did that. After mopping her own floor, she would clean the floor in Wen Ying's house, wash the mop, and then return to her desk to continue doing her exercises.

He seemed to never have a moment's rest, whether it was because being busy had become a habit, ingrained in him over time, or something else entirely.

After finishing the exam with a slight sense of unease, Wen Ying did not proactively compare answers with those around her for the first time. Xiao Huang was temporarily left at school, while she and Liang Muqi waited for Xia Yin at the school gate.

Wang Ziming's driving skills are becoming increasingly smooth, and after a few days, the car seems to have some new decorations.

The logo of Flying Bird Chronicles was printed very large, and someone next to me recognized it, letting out a small "wow" in surprise.

Wen Ying was a little confused: "How come no one recognized me when I was eating at school?"

"Who knows?" Wang Ziming put on his pretentious sunglasses again and pressed the car door lock.

Wen Ying went in first and sat in the back row. Liang Muqi carried both of their schoolbags and sat next to her.

Xia Yin turned around and handed each of them a drink: "So these are the tasters of my sauerkraut fish from last time?"

Wen Ying nodded: "Yes, he said your cooking skills are top-notch."

Wang Ziming also turned around, his sunglasses sliding down his nose, and looked at Liang Muxi.

Liang Muqi greeted the two of them, but hesitated over how to address them, and suddenly stopped.

“Wen Ying and Chen Ge both call us brother and sister, so you should do the same,” Wang Ziming said seriously.

Liang Muxi couldn't tell the difference between the real and fake, so he politely did as he was told.

Wen Ying was drinking a beverage next to her and almost choked. Liang Muqi turned around and looked at her, puzzled.

Wen Ying patted her chest: "Phew... It's okay, it's okay."

Liang Muqi was usually quiet in class, but there were two chatterboxes on the bus, so the awkwardness stemming from unfamiliarity was quickly broken.

Wang Ziming asked him many questions about studying, even about words he didn't understand, which Xia Yin complained about: "Why are you treating a living person like a dictionary?"

Wang Ziming felt wronged: "I just wanted to be illuminated by the brilliance of top students. After all, I've never been surrounded by people with good grades since I was a child."

The lively conversation continued until the last intersection leading to the hospital.

At the traffic light, Wang Ziming stopped the car and waited for the numbers to change. Everyone in the car stopped talking at the same time.

Despite trying to think positively, the subtle clues—both previously unnoticed and now discovered—and some obvious details gradually amplified the unease lurking beneath the surface.

The elevator doors opened, and Xia Yin glanced at the message on her phone, then pointed in a direction: "Go this way."

Wang Ziming took off his sunglasses and put them in his pocket, then followed behind, with Wen Ying and Liang Muqi at the very back.

Wen Ying nudged his arm, and Liang Muqi looked down at her.

Wen Ying observed his expression. When he came here again, Liang Muqi seemed to have no more emotions and looked back at her calmly.

Wen Ying's lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but then Wang Ziming let out a scream from the ward. She looked toward the source of the sound and saw that Chen Ge was hiding behind the door, deliberately jumping out to scare him.

Liang Muqi gently touched the top of her head, then withdrew her hand and said to her, "Go on."

Wen Ying grabbed his arm and walked forward with him.

Chen Ge squatted on the ground, tilting his head to look at Wang Ziming: "Were you scared to tears?"

Wang Ziming: "I didn't cry, I'm just annoyed by you!"

He covered his forehead with his hand, pulled out a bouquet of flowers from behind, and threw it forcefully into Chen Ge's arms.

"I shouldn't have let the florist cut all the thorns off!" Wang Ziming continued, "It would have been better if you had pricked my hand."

Chen Ge raised an eyebrow smugly, lowered his head to smell the bouquet in his arms, and turned to hand the flowers to the woman who came out of the ward.

He glanced at Xia Yin, smiled at her, and then looked at the two people walking towards them.

As if annoyed that they were walking too slowly, Chen Ge strode over, grabbed Liang Muxi's other arm, and together with Wen Ying, pulled him into his ward.