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

The other person was dressed in a thin black outfit, seemingly impervious to the cold, almost blending into the night.

His pupils were deep and dark, and only the silver-white mask gleamed with a cold light. He appeared behind me like a ghost without making a sound.

Add to that the van that just transported the body... Is this guy even alive?

Ye Weiyi inexplicably recalled a scene from a horror movie, swallowed hard, and just as she uttered the word "you...", the boy twisted his wrist, and a cold light flashed before her eyes.

How can anyone still use cold weapons these days?!

Almost instinctively, Ye Weiyi activated her supernatural ability and conjured a water shield.

Clang! The blade collided with the water shield, actually cracking it open. Ye Weiyi was forced to retreat by the force, and just as the water shield was about to dissipate, she let go and dodged to the side.

Holding their breath once more, the water mist in the air transformed into transparent shuttles, piercing towards the person in front of them.

But he didn't dodge at all, abandoning those few seconds of parrying. The water blade tore through his clothes as if cutting through the night. Ye Weiyi could clearly see blood seeping from his body, but he seemed to feel no pain at all.

What kind of monster is this!

The cold light struck again, and Ye Weiyi barely dodged it. Before she could conjure a new shield, she used all her strength to wrap her water around the opponent's wrist.

Crack! The bones seemed to twist, but the person moved their wrist, and with another crisp sound, the bones instantly returned to their original positions.

She couldn't win in a fight. Ye Weiyi had very little practical combat experience, and the frequent use of her superpowers had already taken its toll on her. She was panting heavily as she retreated step by step.

Just then, a faint voice suddenly came from afar: "Wei Yi!... Ye Wei Yi!"

It was Ye Weihan, and the boss too! Ye Weiyi gritted her teeth and activated her last bit of superpower, causing water mist to fill the air and spread out in all directions.

She tried to block the boy's view, and whether by coincidence or not, he was indeed tethered and stopped in his tracks.

Taking advantage of the other party's distraction, Ye Weiyi turned around and ran towards the source of the sound.

Unbeknownst to her, the previously silent vines in the deep forest were quietly enveloping her—

Her neck felt cold, as if something was tightly wrapped around it. Ye Weiyi slowly lowered her eyes, and the last thing she saw was a Tang sword with a curved notch.

The girl in front of him choked on her breath and collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted.

The vines wrapped around her throat, eager to tighten, but before they could make a move, the knife suddenly swung across and slashed mercilessly.

Green sap splattered, like the blood of a plant, and the vines painfully withdrew, slowly climbing back up to the top of the building, where they remained motionless, like ordinary tree stems.

“Ah Qi,” came the boy’s voice from the darkness, and another figure appeared, “erase her memories.”

The man called Ah Qi walked over, squatted down in front of the girl, stretched out his hand, closed his eyes, and white light slowly emerged from her body, gathering in Ah Qi's palm.

The boy lowered his eyes. There was a black wallet-like object lying on the ground, which had slipped out of the girl's pocket.

He bent down and picked it up. Inside were a few coins, a small transparent box, two bank cards, and a work badge: Ye Weiyi, Logistics Team, Z Country Branch of the Superpower Bureau.

The eyes of the Tree of Miracles met his gaze. The boy flipped over his name tag, revealing a large photo sticker on the back.

It's a group photo of three people huddled together. The boy and girl, who still look quite young, are making funny faces, while the young woman in the middle smiles at the camera with a somewhat helpless expression.

There are three leaves drawn at the bottom, and a line of small text next to them: Happy Family, taken on February 29, 2032.

"...I'm going to get something. Open your eyes again in a bit, or you're in big trouble if I catch you peeking."

"I knew you wouldn't listen... I need to make it clear beforehand that this cake was just something I found on a mission, and by the way, it wasn't specially made for your birthday..."

"...Okay, I admit it. It's just that some poor souls only get to celebrate their birthday once every four years. I promised to celebrate with you every single time, you must be so touched—no, just shed a few tears, don't actually cry, baby..."

"Wait, don't rush to take down the last candle. Did you just make a wish? Now it's my turn."

"...Ahem, this is our first year together. Happy first anniversary to our love! It's a bit cheesy, but I still want to say it—"

"May we have many more years like this, and may every year bring us this day..."

A sound flashed through my mind and disappeared into the thick fog.

It can't be grasped, it can't be touched.

The boy was slightly dazed when a sharp pain suddenly struck him from somewhere, as if it had spread throughout his entire body, crushing his limbs and bones thousands of times over.

But he shouldn't have been able to feel it.

He fell into a state of confusion, unconsciously supporting the knife in his hand. His pale fingertips pressed against the blade, and a small cut was made, but he was unaware of it, letting the blood drip down. The wound was repeatedly cut, but it healed quickly.

The distant forest continued to call out, "Ye Weiyi! Ye Weiyi..."

An anxious male voice, and a broken female voice.

Are these the people in the photo, the family members of the girl named Ye Weiyi?

He must have been very concerned about her safety, which is why he was so anxious and risked his life to find her.

"Alright." Ah Qi withdrew his hand and stood up. "Someone's coming. Should we leave her here?"

"Throw it further away." The boy tossed the wallet back to the ground, his gaze coldly shifting away as he sheathed his knife. "There's something in her eye. Clean it up."

-

"The ground is covered with messy tire tracks, one coming from the other, so someone must have been transporting something into there. I know that place is rarely visited, but..."

Halfway through the conversation, the person lying on the bed seemed to turn over and mutter something.

Wen Ying glanced back and saw Ye Weihan looking nervous as she grasped Ye Weiyi's hand.

"Yes, she's awake." She instructed the person on the other end of the phone, "Don't make a big fuss about this yet. Send your people over to investigate."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Ying returned to the bedside. Ye Weiyi had already opened her eyes and was looking around at the walls, her voice still a little hoarse: "Where am I...?"

“My home.” Wen Ying touched her forehead, as if knowing what she was going to say next, and continued, “The walls have been repainted because you ate something late at night last time, and you didn’t operate it properly, causing the self-heating hot pot to explode.”

"Haha, really?" Ye Weiyi looked embarrassed and chuckled awkwardly. "But how did I end up here? Team Leader Zhao's favorite coffee shop isn't that far away..."

Ye Weihan frowned: "You don't remember?"

"Remember what?" Ye Weiyi blinked, feeling that Ye Weihan's expression was very serious. This guy was a bit intimidating when he was cold. She involuntarily shrank towards Wen Ying.

"When we found you, you were lying on the road in the national forest." Ye Weihan said, looking at Ye Weiyi's neck, where the bruises had been treated and completely disappeared. "Your superpowers were overdrawn, and your life or death is unknown."

"!" Ye Weiyi immediately got goosebumps and hugged Wen Ying's arm. "Big...big brother...is what he said true? I...I...I fought with someone?"

Wen Ying pondered for two seconds and then nodded firmly.

Ye Weihan scoffed: "Fighting? You? I think you're the one who's getting beaten up."

"I—" Ye Weiyi took a deep breath, "I must be able to fight back! My powers are already exhausted!"

"You've gotten arrogant now?" Ye Weihan's expression turned cold. "The coffee shop was closed, so you didn't know to come back. You kept going in circles, losing your phone and almost losing yourself too. Ye Weiyi, when are you going to use your brain?"

"I'm sorry..." Ye Weiyi admitted her mistake in a cowardly manner, though she was confused, and was also a little curious, "You lost your phone, so how did you find me?"

“Telepathy.” Wen Ying took out her notebook and added as she typed, “The connection between twins.”

Ye Weiyi's mouth formed an "O" shape as she looked at Ye Weihan and said, "You can actually sense me? Why can't I sense you?"

Ye Weihan was silent for a moment, then suddenly stood up, startling Ye Weiyi, who thought he was going to beat her up.

He simply uttered indifferently, "Because you have no heart," before pushing open the door and leaving.

Ye Weiyi belatedly looked up: "Did I say something wrong...?"

Wen Ying put down her computer and patted her head. "I'll go get you something to eat."

Stepping out of the bedroom, Ye Weihan found herself in a dimly lit living room, standing on the balcony, gazing into the distance, lost in thought.

Wen Ying took out several bags of pre-cooked vegetable packages from the refrigerator—she had once sworn she would never touch them, but she was too busy with work and didn't have time to cook every day, so she gradually got used to this unchanging feeling.

While the microwave was heating, she walked over to Ye Weihan's side. Two years had passed, and he had transformed from a malnourished little boy into a budding poplar tree.

As he grew taller, his superpowers also improved rapidly, and no one worked harder than him on the training field.

Wen Ying still remembered when she took the two of them away from the orphanage. Ye Weihan used to be a crybaby, often bursting into tears and sobbing so hard he couldn't utter a word. Now, he hadn't shed a single tear in a long time.

“Wei Yi has symptoms of temporary amnesia. I didn’t find any marks on her head where she was hit hard. Her memory must have been erased,” Wen Ying said. “The marks on her neck don’t look like a rope. They look like some kind of living thing. The other person might be a superhuman. I’ve already sent people to investigate.”

Ye Weihan nodded, but her expression remained dejected.

Wen Ying guessed what he cared about and smiled, "You know that's not what Wei Yi meant... She seems close to me only because I healed her, and you always have such a sharp tongue, so she's a little afraid of you. Her inexperience has nowhere to go, so it falls on me."

“What older sister would be afraid of her younger brother?” Ye Weihan said, her head lowered and her voice low.

“Sometimes I get a little scared when you have a blank expression on your face,” Wen Ying said, glancing at him.

Ye Weihan felt even more melancholy: "So that's why... every time something happens, the two of you huddle together for warmth, while I'm not well received."

He sighed as he spoke, "I wish I were your sister. It's all because of my gender. I shouldn't be a man; I should be a girl."

"..." The conversation was getting more and more rambling. Wen Ying was speechless and suddenly realized that Ye Weihan didn't need any comforting. He was quite good at calming himself down.

She left with the words, "Heat up your own food," took the portion for Ye Weiyi out of the microwave, and went back to her room.