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

In the restaurant, Xia Yin poured wine into the glasses on the table.

“Come on, let’s make an exception today, everyone have a drink…” She raised her glass first and bumped it against Chen Ge, “First of all, a toast to the great creators.”

It was Chen Ge's first time drinking alcohol. He mistook the beverage in his glass for Want Want Milk and drank it all in one big gulp. Everyone at the table was shocked and stared at him.

"Are you having heartburn, little brother?" Wang Ziming patted his back.

Chen Ge shook his head, indicating that he was fully awake and felt no discomfort.

But fearing that he would soon have a fit, Wang Ziming raised his hand to stop the waiter and ordered a pitcher of juice.

Xia Yin then toasted with Wen Ying in the second round, saying, "To the great lead singer."

"Cough cough cough..." Wen Ying thought that the word "great" was only used by Chen Ge, but she didn't expect it to be used to describe her as well.

She choked on the alcohol and grabbed Liang Muxi's arm, coughing incessantly.

Xia Yin muttered, "This won't do either, getting so excited all of a sudden." Then she moved to Liang Muqi's side and said, "A toast to the great lead singer's—family!"

The person who had just been coughing suddenly collapsed into Liang Muqi's arms. Liang Muqi reached out to shield Wen Ying and prevent her from falling.

Liang Muqi picked up the glass and clinked it against Xia Yin's.

Xia Yin: "And the great Pisces Wang Ziming, let's have a drink too."

Wang Ziming: "No, how come it's my turn to become a zodiac sign?"

“I still have a video on my phone of someone secretly wiping away tears backstage,” Xia Yin said, waving her phone. “Mr. David.”

Wang Ziming blushed instantly, muttering as he picked up his cup, "We're all family here, don't just call me by my stage name!"

Wen Ying had recovered by then. Liang Muqi took a straw from somewhere, inserted it into the wine glass, and drank most of it without realizing it.

Wen Ying: "Sister Xia Yin seems to be a good drinker."

“No way,” Wang Ziming interjected. “She runs such a big bar, how can she not drink?”

"Then why don't you drink it normally?"

“Well… some people drink to drown their sorrows, while others like to get drunk and feel like they’re floating on air,” Xia Yin said. “But I only drink when I’m feeling most joyful. That hazy feeling can amplify happiness countless times.”

Wen Ying nodded, biting her straw: "There are so many words. What you said makes sense."

The strange reaction was noticed by the person beside her. Liang Muqi touched her forehead with his hand, and Wen Ying tilted her head back and rubbed it against his palm.

"Drunk?" Liang Muqi lowered his gaze, which fell on the string of pearls, lingered for a second, and then returned to Wen Ying's face.

They were sitting together, but to Wen Ying's ears, it sounded like it was coming from a very distant place. She paused for a few seconds before answering, "No."

“She’s just drunk,” Xia Yin interjected from the side. “Look at her eyes, they’re practically glazed over.”

Wen Ying tried her best to maintain a calm tone: "I do not agree with the authenticity of the evidence unilaterally fabricated by the other party."

"?" Xia Yin was taken aback. "What is that?"

But Wen Ying's attention was no longer on that, because Chen Ge started to have a fit, demanding that everyone appreciate his performance.

Chen Ge played the instrument in the air for a while, and Wen Ying immediately applauded him: "It's simply the most wonderful piece of music in the world! It's refreshing and delightful, a rare treat!"

Encouraged, Chen Ge's creative passion ignited, and he continued to play the air. Wen Ying rushed over to observe closely and occasionally offered a few comments. The two seemed to have found kindred spirits.

Xia Yin sighed helplessly, "I give up..." He picked up his phone and snapped a picture, determined to preserve everyone's embarrassing moments.

Wen Ying returned to her seat, where Liang Muqi had replaced the wine in her glass with juice.

She took a sip but couldn't discern any difference in taste. Liang Muxi looked away and prepared to continue eating.

Wen Ying suddenly grabbed him: "Wait a minute, where's my source of inspiration?"

"A source of inspiration?" Liang Muqi put down his chopsticks.

Wen Ying held up her glass to him, looking very anxious: "Where's the straw from here?"

"It might have been taken away." The straw was covered in teeth marks and had been chewed into a twisted shape. Liang Muqi ruffled her hair. "I'll go find you a new one, okay?"

He went to the waiter and asked for straws, taking one of each color to prevent Wen Ying from getting hung up on the color.

When the result was handed to her, Wen Ying kept shaking her head, saying, "No, that's not how it is."

"What should it be like?" Liang Muqi pushed back the wine glass that was almost knocked over, and took her hand to get a straw. "If you don't like red, how about blue?"

Wen Ying kept saying "no," repeating it many times, until finally, drowsiness gradually overcame her and her voice became barely audible.

She slammed into the dining table, but Liang Muqi caught her by placing his hand underneath her.

"Wen Ying?" he asked, but there was no response.

The other two were both acting crazy with Chen Ge, while Liang Muqi tucked her hair behind her ear and asked, "Are you asleep, baby?"

Wen Ying moved slightly in his palm. Liang Muqi looked down and, as he drew close to her, heard her say, "That's not it, those marks are all gone..."

There were no teeth marks on the straw soaking in the juice. Liang Muqi glanced at it and said, "It's new."

"And what about me?" Wen Ying suddenly raised her head, looking at him groggily. "If I leave no trace, am I still me?"

“It’s you too,” Liang Muqi replied to her drunken ramblings, embracing her. “It’s the new Wen Ying.”

Wen Ying stared at him intently, and the two looked at each other. Suddenly, she breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against him.

"So sleepy." Wen Ying said, her eyelids half-closed.

Liang Muqi smoothed her hair. "Close your eyes and sleep for a while. When you open them again, we'll be home."

-

Many sycamore trees were planted outside the examination hall, their dense branches and leaves surrounding the building.

As the clock in front of her completed its final rotation, Wen Ying finished checking her answer sheet, put down her pen, and looked out the window. Outside the cubicle, the trees were lush and green.

At 5:10, she walked out of the building.

At 5:15, she squeezed into the bustling crowd when Liang Muqi came from another direction, stood beside her, and took her hand.

"It's hot." Wen Ying fanned herself with her pencil case. "My palms are all sweaty."

Liang Muqi moved his drooping hand slightly, as if sensing something, and reached into his pocket with his other hand to get a tissue, wiping the sticky dampness off her skin before taking her hand again.

An announcement came over the loudspeaker, informing a student to collect their ID card, and more and more people gathered at the door.

They sat in the shade for a while, and only went out the door after most of the people had left.

A car stopped across the street. Seeing the two people coming out side by side, Xia Yin immediately turned around and nudged Wang Ziming's shoulder: "Quick, quick, get out of the car and take the flowers over."

Wang Ziming put on sunglasses, and two huge bouquets were stuffed into his arms: "Can't we deliver them together?"

“No way,” Xia Yin said to herself in the mirror. “Only you can deliver it. I’m too easy to recognize.”

Wang Ziming: "..."

In a fit of anger, he gently closed the car door, after all, it was a new car he had bought with his own money.

Xia Yin ordered the most expensive flowers in the florist's shop. The two bouquets almost covered Wang Ziming's face, but the two people at the school gate still saw him. Wen Ying jumped up and waved to him.

Wang Ziming scoffed inwardly, "My handsome face is obviously easy to recognize."

He strode across the street and asked, "Did you get the answer right? Which of you two is the top scorer and which is the second-place finisher?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the two people who were walking towards him seemed to have seen a ghost, and simultaneously turned around and ran towards another road.

Wen Ying's pencil case fell to the ground while running. Liang Muqi glanced back, wanting to pick it up but didn't have time.

Completely bewildered, Wang Ziming bent down with difficulty, holding the two bouquets of flowers, and picked up the pencil case.

Xia Yin also walked to his side: "What happened?"

"I don't know," Wang Ziming said, sounding aggrieved. "He ran away as soon as he saw me."

Xia Yin: "Two crazy kids."

Wen Ying had indeed seen a ghost.

I thought Liang Muxi and I would be the last to leave the exam hall, but to my surprise, another figure came out just before the door closed.

Wearing a baseball cap and a mask, dressed in the most ordinary clothes, she was dressed very discreetly, but because she was too sneaky, Wen Ying still saw through her disguise at a glance.

"Jin Canyang—!"

The person whose name was called took off running, with Wen Ying chasing after them, "I didn't expect you to care so much about the college entrance exam—"

"I don't know you—" the person in front shouted as they ran, "Don't follow me—"

"I'd recognize you even if you were ashes—" Wen Ying raised her voice, "Jin! Can! Yang!"

"I'm not!" The hat was about to fall off, and the person in front quickly covered their head. "My name is Li Xiaoran!"

Go ahead and brag.

Can a normal person run around like that and still shout back like a folk song? Even the lead singer doesn't have such a loud voice.

"Go wait for her over there. There's almost no road ahead, so she'll probably turn back," Wen Ying said to Liang Muxi.

"it is good."

As they approached the alley, Jin Canyang indeed ran through it, then made a sharp turn, nearly bumping into Liang Muxi.

Liang Muqi subconsciously took a step back, but still reached out and grabbed her.

Wen Ying also came over: "You didn't expect this, did you? This time we're going on a joint hunt."

Jin Canyang, holding his hat and looking down, was almost in tears: "This is school bullying..."

"What's the point of graduating from high school..." Wen Ying said, but suddenly felt that her tone sounded like a villain, which was not in line with her style, so she cleared her throat and said, "What a coincidence, senior, you're here to take the exam too."

Jin Canyang: "..."

Wen Ying took the exam admission ticket from her hand and looked at it against the light: "Wow, it looks just like the real thing..."

Jin Canyang: "It's true!"

"Liu, Rui, Xue." Wen Ying read out the names above, then clicked her tongue. "You just said your surname was Li, how can you be so dishonest?"

Jin Canyang snatched the admission ticket, stuffed it into his pocket, and said angrily, "What do you want?"

"Do you still remember you owe me an apology?"

"Sorry, okay?"

Wen Ying shook her head: "It wasn't directed at me." She pointed to Liang Muqi next to her, "You should talk to him."

"I'm sorry!" Jin Canyang turned around.

Liang Muqi looked cold and aloof. She really didn't want to look him in the eye, so she quickly apologized with her eyes closed and then looked at Wen Ying, "Can you let me go now?"

"Wait a little longer."

Wen Ying leaned against the wall, looking relaxed. Liang Muqi lowered his head, took the bracelet out of his pocket, put it on, and pressed a gemstone on the edge.

Jin Canyang didn't notice his movements. Her gaze kept drifting outside as time ticked by, and her expression grew increasingly anxious.

When Wen Ying spoke to her, she seemed to listen with one ear and let it go with the other, nodding repeatedly with "uh-huh" until a figure appeared at the alley entrance.

He was a man who looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. His hairstyle was very sophisticated, his lower body clothing was also exquisite, but he was wearing a cartoon frog T-shirt on his upper body.

Even though there were three people standing together, he seemed to be unable to see the others, fixing his gaze directly on Jin Canyang.