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

A second before the red light turned on, the driver gripped the steering wheel and made a smooth turn.

"Hey girl, how's my driving? I'm not kidding when I say I'm the Akina Mountain racing god. Those guys chasing you can't even see our exhaust fumes." The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and said with a smile, "Could you sign an autograph for me later? My daughter really likes you."

"Of course." Wen Ying took out a greeting card she carried with her from her bag, signed it, and handed it over.

The driver asked, "So where do we go next? We've circled around here twice already."

"Let's go around in circles one more time."

Wen Ying hasn't decided where to go yet.

Wen Ying's phone vibrated incessantly. She silenced it and sent messages to Xia Yin and Wang Ziming, who replied instantly: "Don't worry, we're out too."

She looked at Liang Muxi's schedule again and found that he had a party to attend that evening, which his secretary had marked with an asterisk to indicate "to be determined".

A notification pops up: [Town Administrator's Notice: Dear Yingbao, your lover has just requested to play your dream video. Click to confirm whether you agree to the request. If you do not confirm in time, it will be played by default in thirty minutes.]

Wen Ying stared at those lines of text for a while, preparing to click on the link, when another message popped up.

[Town Administrator's Note: Dear Yingbao, your lover has just withdrawn their playback request.]

"..." Wen Ying angrily swiped the message into the trash can, "Who begged you to read this!"

The driver, puzzled, watched her flare up and circled around again: "Miss, haven't you made up your mind yet?"

Wen Ying looked at the screen, preparing to press the power button: "Master, shall we go..."

Before I could finish speaking, another phone call came in, and the name "Teacher Zhou" popped into my head.

Wen Ying paused for a moment, then answered the phone: "Hello, teacher?"

"Wen Ying." Teacher Zhou seemed surprised that she answered the phone so quickly. "I'm so glad you haven't changed your number."

Wen Ying held the phone to her ear and made an apologetic gesture to the driver. The taxi started its fourth lap around the intersection. "I haven't changed taxis yet. Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Here's the thing, I received a letter that failed to be delivered. The address on the letter was the house you rented when you were in your senior year of high school, but that area has been demolished since then," Teacher Zhou said. "The postman happened to know me, and she told me about it. When I looked at the name on the letter, it was your name."

"Then...where is the person who sent the letter?" Wen Ying unconsciously bit her lip, and for some reason, she suddenly felt a little nervous.

With a smile, Teacher Zhou replied, "It was sent to you by Chen Ge. I recognized his unique and messy handwriting at a glance."

Her heart skipped a beat, and Wen Ying murmured repeatedly, "It's Chen Ge..."

"Yes, could you please give me your address? I'll forward the letter to you tomorrow morning."

"No. It's not necessary..."

Teacher Zhou gave a somewhat puzzled "Hmm?"

"I'm coming right now. I need to go back to school to get my letter," Wen Ying said urgently into the phone, then turned to the driver, "Driver, please turn around and go to the airport."

Wen Ying opened the ticket booking app, booked her flight, and arrived at the airport smoothly 20 minutes later without any traffic jams.

There were no reporters following me, and I didn't run into any fans. After finishing my conversation with Teacher Zhou, my phone suddenly went silent.

Before the plane took off, Wen Ying browsed through a bunch of apps and finally logged into QQ.

She hadn't logged into this account in a long time. As she grew up, she used email and WeChat to communicate about work, and most of Wen Ying's friends list disappeared into the sea of ​​people.

Chen Ge's profile picture is still the same one that Wen Yinggang added him to, a scene taken from an anime: a boy who vowed to save the world discovers that he has been betrayed by the world, kneels on one knee, and shouts to the sky.

Xia Yin complained more than once that the profile picture was cheesy, but Chen Ge was proud of it, saying that the world of passionate young people is something that ordinary people can't understand.

Now, the boy's face has gradually become blurred.

Upon entering the space, it was still as flashy as ever. Over the years, Wang Ziming had been the one who renewed Chen Ge's account's VIP status. A dazzling golden light appeared before Wen Ying's eyes.

Several new messages appeared on the message board, most of them from the same username, but Wen Ying couldn't recall who the username belonged to.

Perhaps it was someone who knew Chen Ge before who treated this place as a safe haven where no one could confide in him.

Chen Ge's photo album has no password and is open to everyone. The access history in the upper right corner shows that the album has been viewed nine times today.

Three of them came from Wang Ziming, and two came from Xia Yin.

And the remaining records...

An orange-yellow guitar icon came into view, and Wen Ying's fingers twitched slightly.

Liang Muxi.

What was he looking for in Chen Ge's photo album?

The top photo is from ten years ago, the year Asuka Chronicles recorded its first album.

They were newly signed artists, hastily thrown into a big company. They had a lot of buzz but no well-known works. The photographer they hired was full of preachy ideas, and none of the photos satisfied the members.

The last photo was taken by Liang Muxi, who consulted many related books for the purpose.

The four people sat together, looking up at a mirror. The mirror reflected a blurry black and white image, while outside, the colors were bright and the light and shadow swayed on the window frame.

Wen looked down and saw a group photo below the group photo, which contained a photo of five people.

The family members were clearly not prepared, but the lead singer grabbed their necks and suddenly burst into the frame, only managing to cover the upper half of their faces.

In the photo, the lead singer smiled mischievously at the family members, while the other three turned their heads curiously to look at them. Wang Ziming's mouth was wide open; no one had a more hearty smile than him.

Even though the plane hadn't taken off yet, Wen Ying felt as if she had suddenly been pulled into a cloud, her consciousness becoming limp, and she just stared at the screen, mechanically scrolling down.

She clicked on a video.

The filming location was an amusement park, where people passing by were all wearing down jackets. Wen Ying recalled that it was during her senior year of high school winter break.

With only a week of vacation, the day before school started, Chen Ge suddenly had a whim to go to an amusement park in the next city. The five of them set off without even packing any luggage.

In that video, Chen Ge, who only rode the carousel with Xia Yin the whole time, sat on a bench. The camera followed the pendulum swing back and forth, trying to zoom in to find his companion who was screaming in mid-air.

Xia Yin pinched Wang Ziming's thigh, and Wang Ziming put on a mask of pain. Only Wen Ying and Liang Muqi, who had been tempered by the underwater tunnel, remained calm and composed, not taking the oncoming gale seriously at all.

Chen Ge turned the camera around, and his face appeared in the video. Wang Ziming screamed as he flew over Chen Ge's head. Chen Ge laughed and gestured, "Coward."

Suddenly, a broadcast notification sounded. Wen Ying turned off her phone, leaned back in her seat, and looked out the window.

As the feeling of weightlessness washed over her, Wen Ying suddenly recalled a day many years ago when Liang Muqi repeatedly clicked on her profile, just like today.

After joining the ranks of renowned young entrepreneurs, Liang Muxi's phone has accumulated many more contacts, and he needs to regularly clean up his work WeChat accounts.

However, there are only a handful of private accounts: Wen Ying, Chen Ge, Teacher Zhou, Xia Yin, and Wang Ziming.

The two senior classmates who started the business with him were not included in this group; Liang Muqi planned to treat them as work partners.

Aside from himself, Wen Ying had never seen him in frequent contact with anyone else.

She suddenly realized that Liang Muxi had never had any close friends. Even when she introduced the members of Flying Bird Chronicles to Liang Muxi, he always maintained a lukewarm relationship with her friends. As for himself, he had no intention of establishing social connections with others.

They are each other's only family, but Wen Ying has a few more friends than Liang Muxi.

When Wen Ying is sad or upset, she can immediately confide in Liang Muxi. If she is in a cold war with him, she can go to Xia Yin's house to freeload, and then be taken home by Liang Muxi, who comes to beg for forgiveness, during curfew.

When things don't go well at work, she complains with Wang Ziming. No one is better at agreeing with her than Wang Ziming. If Wen Ying complains about life for one minute, Wang Ziming can complain a thousand times for her.

But who will Liang Muxi complain to?

Wen Ying rarely heard him complain; Liang Muqi would usually just hold her tighter, as if he was used to bearing everything himself.

His way of venting was simply to kiss her more intensely. Whenever Wen Ying told him to stop, he would consider her feelings and stop immediately.

Despite appearing to be surrounded by people and highly praised, Liang Muxi is actually unexpectedly cold, aloof, and unsociable. When she is sad or upset, she can only open her social media album like a primary school student and browse through it over and over again.

The account with the orange guitar avatar only had one person, Wen Ying, who rarely logged in, and one person, Chen Ge, who would never log in again.

That's all there is to his youth.

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When the plane landed, Wen Ying's phone received another notification from the town's housekeeper that Liang Muqi had watched Wen Ying's dream animation alone two hours earlier.

She sent him a message: "Want to have hot pot together tonight?" but received no reply.

Wen Ying wanted to call him, but her phone was suddenly ringing off the hook again, with calls coming in from her agency, industry partners, and others, all inquiring about the concert.

She reviewed Liang Muxi's schedule again, found the secretary's account among the mountain of unread messages, and asked him to change the "pending" status of the party to "cancelled".

Back at Luocheng No. 1 High School, Wen Ying retrieved the letter from Teacher Zhou, spoke a few words briefly, and then Teacher Zhou was called away by the dean of students who rushed over.

Wen Ying took the letter and walked out. The address on the envelope was filled in by Chen Ge. After opening it, there were two layers of plastic film, and a line of gold lettering was printed in the lower right corner:

[Sent to your future self.]

She knew she should sit down and watch quietly, but she felt inexplicably rushed, so she had to disassemble it as she walked.

To Wen Ying on her 28th birthday:

Greetings! I feel as if I have met you in person.

I wrote letters to three people, all addressed to the future; you were the last to receive one…

I rolled dice at this shop to decide the time, but for some reason, I had really bad luck, which was a bit frustrating.

I submitted three applications and all three were approved, but I think a year goes by too fast. Maybe I can be with you guys until then.

So after careful consideration, I cast my vote twice more for each of you and then added the numbers together.

The letter I sent to Wang Ziming was four years old, which was in line with my expectations, since he is quite fragile. The letter I sent to Sister Xia Yin was six years old, which I also felt was just right.

The letter I sent to you will take ten years. At first, I thought it was too long, but after thinking about it, it's about right. Although you are the youngest, you are very strong.

While I don't want you to run into trouble in the future, I still hope that you'll happen to see this letter when you encounter a difficult problem, because I want to experience that cool feeling again.

Okay, I'm going to start asking now. Wen Ying, who is 28 years old, have you encountered any difficulties? (Just answer in your mind, it would be strange to say it out loud)

Hmm, I think I understand what you mean.

Now follow my instructions and go to Sister Xia Yin's bar, to the storage room where I keep my electronic keyboard. There's a floorboard that you can lift up (I didn't break it, I just found it by chance) (I promise, there are absolutely no cockroaches there)."