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

At seven o'clock in the morning, chaos erupted at home.

Ye Weihan, who was following the principle of "equal distribution of rain and dew," turned around halfway through her sleep. Ye Weiyi did not notice the chair by the door, and with a bang, the person who was lying peacefully was suddenly overturned to the ground.

Ye Weihan touched the rapidly swelling red bump on her forehead, gritting her teeth: "You're finished, Ye Weiyi!"

"Ahhh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!" Ye Weiyi jumped into another bedroom, only to find the door closed. Having lost her protector, she had no choice but to run around the house.

She nearly knocked over a coffee cup while running into the kitchen, and almost tripped over a flowerpot while running into the living room. Ye Weihan was furious, but also afraid that the real head of the household would collapse after getting up. So, while burning with anger, she swallowed her anger and followed behind to clean up.

Ye Weiyi ran to the balcony, yanked open the curtains, and the photo that had been wedged in the gap landed right in her hand. She looked at it closely, then immediately turned around and glared at Ye Weihan: "You actually went through my things!"

"?" Ye Weihan covered her forehead in surprise.

"Not only did you rummage through everything, but you also threw things around carelessly! You have no sense of appreciation whatsoever!" Ye Weiyi shoved the photos in his face. "Look at them, look at them! They're all creased!"

Ye Weihan was speechless: "Are you crazy? I have this photo too, why would I look at yours?"

"Otherwise, how would it have flown to the balcony? It doesn't have wings." Ye Weiyi suddenly thought of something and changed the subject, "Who washed the clothes yesterday?"

"I washed it, so what?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Weiyi looked at him with a reproachful gaze, her face saying, "See? You didn't know to empty your pockets before washing your clothes."

Ye Weihan took a deep breath. What a sophistry! What did his love for housework do to offend him?

Ye Weiyi held the photo, carefully blowing on it, her expression sorrowful: "How come this crease just happened to separate the three of us? It's such a beautiful family bond that even a washing machine would be jealous of..."

Ye Weihan rolled her eyes, thinking that this wonderful thing was something she had painstakingly maintained by constantly repairing and patching it up day and night. The more she thought about it, the more indignant she felt. She went back to her bedroom, put the chair back in its place, and made breakfast. Only then did she feel a little better.

Wen Ying listened through the door for a while; the sounds outside gradually subsided. Then she grasped the doorknob and pressed it down—

The two people who were originally calm suddenly appeared in front of her!

Ye Weiyi complained: "Boss, didn't you see how fierce Ye Weihan looked? He was practically ready to devour me! He even tore up my photos!"

Ye Weihan glanced at her and said calmly, "Breakfast is ready, and the coffee beans have been ground. Would you like it warm or piping hot?"

Wen Ying smiled just right, squeezed out from between their shoulders, and looked around: "Such a clean and tidy living room is truly a sight to behold."

"I tidied up a bit after I got up," Ye Weihan said casually.

Wen Ying walked to the dining table, followed by the two people behind her. She exclaimed, "Such neat and uniform chairs and stools! Wow, who brought my cushion? That's so thoughtful!"

"I...I took it!" Ye Weiyi raised her hand.

Wen Ying clapped a few times, pulled out a chair, and said, "Very good, you two have both done a great job. Please sit down and have dinner with us."

She had just picked up her chopsticks and hadn't even reached out to eat when Ye Weihan suddenly spoke up: "Wait a minute, you haven't said whether you want your coffee piping hot or lukewarm."

Ye Weiyi quickly turned her head: "Controlling the water temperature is my job. Don't take away the work that I can do."

"Not at all, it's just that the capable are given more work."

"You should rest more since you're injured."

"Who made me like this?"

"..." Wen Ying gripped her chopsticks tightly, at these two noisy problem children.

The farce ended with Wen Ying agreeing to drink coffee twice a day and take another photo together another day.

The three of them got into the car and set off for the Bureau of Supernatural Abilities. Ye Weiyi looked around and started talking non-stop, as curious as a primary school student preparing for a spring outing.

After all, the two of them usually stay in the dormitory, and Wen Ying is busy with work, so the time they spend together is very limited.

Because the bump on Ye Weihan's forehead was so conspicuous, Wen Ying called him to the front row and helped him treat it before he got off the bus.

Wen Ying raised her hand and placed her palm on Ye Weihan's forehead, and a blue light appeared around the ring.

Just as she was about to ask what had happened to her bump and fall this morning, she suddenly felt a gaze from who-knows-where, piercing through the cold wind, as if it were tangible, cold and sticky, wrapping around her.

It carried a hostile undertone.

Wen Ying subconsciously turned her head and looked out the window. The person who had been looking at her yesterday evening happened to pass by the car, grinned at her, and even blew her a kiss.

"This guy doesn't seem to have any good intentions. Does he think he's some kind of international friend just because he has dyed his hair yellow?" Ye Weihan commented with one eye open, annoyed. "He's just one of those paratroopers. Ignore him."

Wen responded, and the mark on Ye Weihan's forehead faded. She withdrew her hand, opened a drawer, found a swelling-reducing ointment, and tossed it to Ye Weihan, telling him to go upstairs first.

After Ye Weihan left, Wen Ying stayed in the car for a while longer, but she didn't feel that kind of gaze again, nor did she notice any strange noises around her.

Is it an illusion?

The phone rang suddenly, and Wen picked it up. The number she had dialed last night was reporting new information.

"We've already sent people to investigate. There's an underground laboratory hidden in the national forest. They're actually dismembering and manufacturing human skeleton materials right under our noses, and then selling them all over the world, profiting from this black market!"

“There are people with supernatural abilities involved in this. They’re using profit as a pretext, but there must be other benefits they’re after.” Wen Ying frowned slightly. “Have the drivers of those cars been found?”

“Found it. According to the landmark you provided, two vans entered and exited Shashui Lane yesterday afternoon and then drove towards the National Forest. The routes match up perfectly. Shashui Lane is a blind spot for surveillance cameras. Ye Weiyi should have gotten into the vans around that time. She wanted to collect evidence, but she was discovered by the other party. So, someone wanted to kill her to silence her.”

The person on the phone paused for a moment, then said, "But there's something strange. You told me that Ye Weiyi overused her powers, but we didn't find any trace of her using them, either in the forest or in the van. It's like they were erased. Why would they erase the traces? To eliminate any potential threats? But a living person disappearing into thin air would inevitably arouse suspicion."