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

The door was tightly shut.

Wen Ying raised her head again, facing the door not far away.

The thick metal plates isolated everything from the outside, and not a single sound could penetrate the room. The entire room was extremely quiet, and even breathing was barely audible.

She looked away and re-examined the room, which was less than 30 square meters.

The ready-made food in the cupboard was long gone, and the storage container used to store oil and rice was also empty.

Next to the television, the mountain of cookies and bread that had been piled up had disappeared, leaving only six flattened cardboard boxes.

As for the refrigerator... a power outage last night caused a short circuit, and she was so engrossed in reading a novel that she forgot to deal with it in time, and the freezer compartment has turned into water.

There were only some seasonings left at home. I opened the back packaging and saw the expiration date printed in black ink – it had expired a week ago.

Even if it's not expired, you can't just rely on oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar to fill your stomach, right? Looking at the time on my phone, it's four in the morning, and no supermarket is offering delivery anymore.

It seems I have no choice but to go out today. Wen Ying sighed helplessly and went back to the wardrobe to change her clothes.

A tracksuit with the zipper zipped all the way up, the neckline just covering the chin, topped with a mask and hat, and bangs pulled down to cover the eyelashes.

Okay, very good, absolutely perfect.

This outfit completely covered her face. Wen Ying tried to take a couple of steps and found that she couldn't even see where she was going. She almost fell over.

She dawdled to the door, took the handle, and her heart suddenly started pounding.

Something suddenly flashed through her mind, and she felt countless eyes turn towards her at once, their dark gazes looking down with cold scrutiny.

The next instant, those eyes distorted their shape, transforming into crimson lips that opened and closed at her: "You know what fate awaits traitors."

The sounds were very close, seemingly coming from behind the door. Wen Ying pulled her hand back, a chill rising and seeping into her bones, and she suddenly felt a desire to retreat.

Her phone vibrated, reminding her that the novel she was following had reached two thousand chapters. Wen Ying lowered her eyes, thinking that she might as well stay home and read the novel; books were also spiritual nourishment.

But for some reason, the hand that had been put back in her pocket touched the doorknob again. She didn't know where she got the courage from—it was inexplicable, but more like she was being controlled… Wen Ying pushed the door open forcefully and went out.

It was bright outside.

Wen Ying looked up. The sun was obscured by a thin layer of mist, making it blurry, but the warm light still shone down, enveloping her body.

The streets were deserted, which relieved her. She pulled her mask up and walked quickly forward with her head down.

She went into a supermarket. Rice, flour, and cooking oil were too heavy, so she put some instant noodles and other fast food in her shopping cart, and then picked out a few bags of dumplings and glutinous rice balls from the refrigerated section.

The checkout area is actually an automatic checkout. This supermarket is so user-friendly. It must be a blessing for so many people with social anxiety. Wen Ying thought to herself as she picked up a product and scanned the barcode.

The machine beeped, and a sudden human voice came from behind.

"I ate a full meal before bringing you out, so why are you hungry again now?" The tone was full of doubt, more like a living person than a machine.

This was a living person who suddenly appeared behind her. Wen Ying paused in her scanning action, then sped up.

"Hey, hey, come back to life quickly! You can't fall here no matter what..." An encouraging tone was accompanied by forceful "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

What are they doing? Are they slamming their companion's head against the wall? How brutal!

Wen Ying glanced quickly and found that there was only one person standing behind her. The other person was smashing his phone into his hand, as if that would wake up the brick that had run out of battery.

"If you're really hungry, just eat me, as long as you're willing to open your eyes and look at me..." Wait, is he pleading into a cell phone?

"Look at me one more time, please look at me one more time, we still have so many beautiful vows to keep..." The encouraging tone gradually turned into sadness.

"A brutal psychopath," Wen Ying concluded in her mind. As she scanned the last item's code and took out her phone to pay, she suddenly felt a gentle tug on the back of her collar.

The collar covering her chin tightened and loosened, and the lunatic leaned close to her ear, bending down to accommodate her height, his voice tinged with a hint of flattery: "Um, could you do me a favor?"

After saying that, it stretched its head out, blinked one eye hard, and the shape of a peach blossom emitted a friendly light wave.

Unfortunately, Wen Ying didn't see it. She quickly lowered her head, feeling a slight shiver run down her spine from the other person's inappropriate approach. Her back felt cold and her hair stood on end.

How could someone be so lacking in boundaries! She felt breathless and snatched the goods from his hand.

The machine scans the code, beeps, and announces the price: two yuan and fifty cents for a piece of chewing gum. Why bother eating it when you don't want it? Is it really necessary to go around asking for help?

Wen Ying was furious, but she didn't show it on the surface. She threw the things on the stage and, before the lunatic could react, picked up the shopping bags and turned to leave.

Wen Ying walked home along the route she remembered. The streets were still empty, with no pedestrians and no trash.

Familiar scenery lingered in her eyes. Over the years, she had only stepped out of her room a handful of times, but the city seemed to have never changed.

Several sections of the road are potholed and uneven. Residents have complained to the road administration bureau many times, but no repairmen have come to fix them.

Looking to the side, there was a job advertisement posted on the wall of the pastry shop, but very few people were being interviewed. Was it because the salary was too low?

The only thing that has changed is probably the sun overhead. It used to be bright, but now it seems to be obscured by something, appearing blurry and indistinct.

The sun... The heavy object in her hand was falling, and Wen Ying suddenly stopped in her tracks.

It was clearly four o'clock when I left home.

How could there be a sun in the pitch-black night? As soon as she thought this, the sky darkened instantly, the sun disappeared into the clouds, and a sudden darkness descended.

It felt like her heart was being squeezed by a hand; she suddenly couldn't breathe. A hand patted her chest to calm her breathing.

"Relax, Wenying, there's no one here. You're only afraid because of the crowd." She told herself this in her heart, but these words, which had saved her from countless dangers, suddenly failed her.

Breathing became increasingly difficult, my heart raced, and a nameless fear welled up inside me, accompanied by a barrage of questions.

Wenying, why are you afraid of crowds?

Where do you want to go back to? Back to that cramped room, but there you are still only yourself there. Where is your family?

You spent forty days alone in an apartment. During those forty days, you drank water when you were thirsty, ate whatever you could find when you were hungry, and spent the rest of your time sleeping and using your glowing cell phone.

You've been holding that phone the whole time, but why has no one ever contacted you? And have you contacted anyone else? Where has your memory gone?

Day after day, I drifted in a daze, devoid of sadness and joy, like an empty shell without a soul, being controlled and confined to this city, trapped in a room.

The things in front of her began to spin. Whether it was due to panic or low blood sugar caused by not eating for a long time, the things in Wen Ying's hands completely fell apart. Her body also fell backward, but she was quickly supported by a hand, and someone put a piece of chewing gum into her mouth.

“You can’t keep indulging in dreams like this, even if I’m in them.” The man rubbed her temples and whispered in her ear, his voice so low it was almost a murmur. “Life is an ocean, and only those with strong will can reach the other shore.”

-

"Boss, boss..."

Wen Ying was shaken hard on the shoulder a few times, and slowly opened her eyes, her vision still a little blurry.

Two identical faces appeared before them. One of the girls asked in a puzzled tone, "I didn't drink any alcohol, so how did I suddenly fall asleep?"

“I’m overthinking,” another boy said. “I’ve been too busy lately, working overtime until very late every day.”

"Go away, Ye Weihan, you bootlicker." The girl who spoke first sat down, grabbed Wen Ying's hand, and her eyes sparkled.

"Boss, don't worry, I heard that the higher-ups are transferring people to our side soon, and you'll have new subordinates to help you out!"

Ye Weihan, who was drinking juice nearby, rolled her eyes when she heard this, only to be glared back threateningly by Ye Weiyi.

"Alright, everyone shut up."

The surrounding noise was deafening, and Wen Ying couldn't help but rub her temples.

On a stage not far away, someone was singing a song called "Centuries." The voice was hoarse and heart-wrenching. She glanced at it and looked away.

The table was a mess, with leftover braised food, peanuts, and melon seeds, and more than a dozen glass bottles lying on their side. Wen Ying checked them briefly and found that there was no alcohol, only juice.

"Are you done playing? If you are, go back to sleep."

As soon as Wen Ying finished speaking, Ye Weiyi thoughtfully picked up her coat from the sofa and draped it over her shoulders.

"I had a great time! The people here sing beautifully, and the snacks are delicious. It's a bit of a shame I didn't get to drink any alcohol... Hehe, boss, are you happy today?"

Ye Weiyi wanted to button her up, but Wen Ying refused with her hand. The plain ring on her ring finger emitted a faint light under the spotlight.

"Happy, I'll be even happier if you two cause me less trouble next time." Wen Ying said, glancing at her watch. "Thirty minutes until dorm curfew. Take a taxi back, don't linger on the way, and..."

The two children stood obediently in place, waiting for her to continue. Wen Ying curled her fingers and tapped the glass bottle: "You are not allowed to use your superpowers outside of work hours, Ye Weihan. Don't think I didn't see you secretly adding ice cubes to it."

Ye Weihan immediately raised her hand: "I was forced!" Then she was stomped on by the person next to her.

Ye Weiyi pouted and tugged at Wen Ying's sleeve pitifully, "But boss, room temperature juice doesn't taste good..."

"Finally, please don't call me 'boss' when we're out and about." Wen Ying took a deep breath, but still couldn't help it. "It really sounds like a gangster, please."

Ye Weihan called the waiter to pack up the remaining snacks, while Ye Weiyi stood there, watching Wen Ying's departing figure.

“I think what the boss just said was a lie. She still looks very sad,” Ye Weiyi suddenly said.

Ye Weihan finished the last sip of juice and scoffed, "Who told you to drag people out for the Christmas holiday? You can't even rest on your day off, and you have to be bothered by this brat. How can you not be upset?"

"Aren't you a little kid too? I'm a minute older than you!" Ye Weiyi turned around and kicked him several times, making Ye Weihan howl and cover his butt, saying "Sorry".

Ye Weiyi recalled the metal ring that had flashed by. The material looked very ordinary; it wasn't even made of gold or silver, but rather titanium steel, which was readily available everywhere. Over the years, it had only emitted a dull luster.

"I just felt that the eldest brother was a little lonely," she said softly, lowering her head.

-

Wen Ying walked out of the bar.

A gust of wind blew, swirling up a few snowflakes. The sky had been overcast since the afternoon, and sure enough, it started to snow.

Winter came exceptionally early this year, and the air grew colder and colder. Wen Ying walked toward the parking space, pulling her coat tighter around her.

She got into the driver's seat, fastened her seatbelt, reversed out of the parking space, and turned left onto her way home.

The car radio automatically started playing the melodious "Merry Christmas," filling the carriage: "According to statistics, a total of thirty-six cities around the world are welcoming the first snowfall today..."

Wen Ying slowed down and drove into the right lane. Outside the window, tall buildings stood tall, and a huge screen was playing an advertisement for a cosmetic product. The celebrity spokesperson lightly touched the cream to her lips and revealed a sweet smile.

"The first snow has always had a very beautiful meaning. Some people choose to confess their love on this day. It is said that if a couple watches the snow together on this day, they will live happily ever after..."

Turn right, and the female celebrity on the screen disappears, replaced by a dazzling diamond ring on her slender white fingers, her hands clasped together, and a slogan slowly slides down beside her: [Jewelry has a price, true love is priceless. Christmas Sale, come and grab yours!]

"Some people say that on this day, any lie can be forgiven..."

Snowflakes fluttered down, landing on the windshield, only to be quickly melted by the heat, turning into droplets of transparent water.

Wen Ying pressed the wiper, and the water droplets were smoothed away. Deep in her mind, a memory seemed to come to mind when she raised her hand in the same way, gently wiping away someone's tears.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The man held her in his arms, holding her so tightly, yet he still felt it wasn't enough, as if he feared that if he let go, the life in his arms would immediately perish.

The hand that had been wiping his tears fell silently to his side, and he wept uncontrollably.

The tears were hot, but the body in her arms was growing colder and colder. Blood was gushing from the bite wounds. Suddenly, the person in her arms convulsed. Someone in the distance shouted, "She's about to turn into a zombie! Kill her!"

But he ignored her, the grinding of his teeth unbearable. As if in a daze, he stretched his arm out in front of her: "It's okay, I can stay with you. It's just the end of the world, it's just death..."

"I can stay with you, nothing can separate us..."

Liar. Teeth clenched, tears streamed down, and the heavy snow swallowed everything.

The broadcast continued intermittently: "...Let us celebrate this wonderful and heartwarming day together, raise a glass in celebration, embrace those around us, and welcome the arrival of a new era for humanity!..."

This is the third year of the reconstruction of human civilization.

This marks the fifth year since Wen Ying's mission was completely declared a failure.