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

This was the first time in a long time that Wen Ying had gotten off work so early. The sky was still slightly lit, and the streetlights had not yet been turned on.

The warm breath she exhaled quickly dissipated in the cold wind. She wasn't wearing much, and she should have rushed back to her car to turn on the heater, but for some reason, she didn't want to drive home. Instead, she tightened her scarf and walked out of the Bureau of Supernatural Abilities.

The first few steps were a bit difficult; the air was cold and made her want to give up, but she soon realized that her decision was right.

The city was enveloped in a festive atmosphere, and every road was congested. Wen Ying was all alone, not holding the steering wheel, but with her hands in her pockets.

There was no one waiting at home, so I didn't rush and walked at a leisurely pace.

Girls dressed as students held hands with their companions, sharing a pair of headphones and discussing the hottest boy bands of the moment. Couples also walked hand in hand, quietly discussing which restaurant to choose for dinner so they could catch the fireworks show that night.

The red light went out and horns sounded one after another. They jogged forward, and because they were so close together, they were not separated by vehicles that suddenly turned right.

The world was noisy and chaotic. Wen Ying stopped in her tracks, found her headphones and put them on. She hadn't used such a thing in a long time and didn't know what songs to listen to.

With a "ding," Ye Weihan sent a message with a poster of a five-member boy band: "What do you think of these guys?"

"It's fine," Wen Ying replied casually, without even seeing the face clearly, as she looked down and randomly flipped through the popular playlist.

Ye Weihan: "They're performing at the Expo this Saturday, and I bought you a ticket."

Why did you suddenly buy her concert tickets? Wen Ying was taken aback and replied with a questioning emoji.

The green light came on again, and she was about to walk forward, but Ye Weihan sent a new message, so Wen Ying withdrew her leg that had been about to step out.

"Ouch! You almost bumped into me." A startled exclamation suddenly rang out from the right. Wen Ying subconsciously looked up, but the person didn't seem to be talking to her; instead, they turned behind her: "Are cosplayers everywhere these days...?"

Wen Ying also turned around, and the masked figure suddenly turned away and disappeared into the bustling crowd.

The girl next to him looked a little disappointed and said to her companion, "Why did he leave so suddenly? I was going to ask him if he would accept any more requests."

The phone kept sending notifications. Ye Weihan said, "I want you to open your eyes. At least start choosing a partner based on this standard."

"You absolutely must go. The tickets are very expensive and non-refundable."

"Please, sister, I really hate Rong Qi. I'll kneel down and beg you, okay?"

"...Why aren't you saying anything?"

Before Wen Ying could answer, the people behind her surged toward the crossroads like a rising tide of fish. She went against the current, passing shoulder to shoulder, saying "I'm sorry" countless times.

She started walking backwards, but as more and more pedestrians appeared, a group of people dressed in mascot costumes suddenly appeared, handing out flyers and taking photos with passersby who stopped in their tracks. Wen Ying lost her sense of direction.

Before my eyes flashed unfamiliar faces, singing and dancing joyfully and vividly. The figure from just moments ago had vanished, like a feather falling into the boiling world, instantly burning to ashes without even leaving a trace.

Wen Ying stood there, lost in thought for a moment, until the heat from walking had dissipated. Only then did she take the flyer from the doll, slowly turn around, and walk back in the original direction.

She was wearing headphones, but wasn't playing any music.

The noise squeezed into my ears. There were still many pedestrians on this road. Some were behind and then moved to the front, while others were on the left and turned a corner to go to another road.

But one of his steps was particularly strange, sometimes pausing and sometimes moving forward, maintaining a perfect distance from her.

Like a sneaky, hesitant, and not-so-skilled stalker.

With ten seconds left on the green light, Wen Ying crossed the road. Suddenly, several cars with their right turn signals on sped past. Startled, she wanted to check if anyone behind her had been hit, but resisted the urge to turn around.

If I turn back, he'll definitely turn around and leave again, so I'd better just forget about it.

Wen Ying continued walking forward, and the footsteps followed intermittently, neither too close nor too far.

A bird that had forgotten to fly south fluttered its frozen wings and landed shakily on top of a street lamp.

The next moment, one orange street lamp after another was lit up. Wen Ying lowered her eyes and saw the shadows on the ground.

It spread out, extending all the way to her feet, like a silent embrace, silently surrounding her.

She slowed her pace, and the person behind her hesitated and stopped. Wen Ying blinked, then raised her head again and walked towards home.

Facial recognition is required to enter and exit the residential compound, so she went to a nearby supermarket before going home.

Knowing the way well, Wen Ying walked to the fast food section, opened the freezer door, and then closed it again. She suddenly had the idea of ​​cooking for herself, so she went to the fresh food section to buy vegetables and eggs, and also bought dumpling wrappers.

She couldn't quite remember what ingredients were missing at home. Since buying the house, Wen Ying had only cooked by herself a handful of times. Only Ye Weihan had used the stove a few times, and that was for breakfast.

Wen Ying took out her phone and sent a message to Ye Weihan, asking him if he remembered the expiration dates of the condiments in the kitchen.

Ye Weihan replied quickly: "You're going to cook? What's so special about today?"

Wen Ying: "New Year's Eve."

Ye Weihan told her that he had already replaced the expired items in the kitchen with new ones, but he had forgotten to buy oil, and there was only half a block of butter left in the refrigerator.

He then said he resent the unread message, emphasizing, "I really hate Rong Qi."

Wen Ying said, "Don't worry, I have someone I like. He's a good person, and we've been in love for many years. But thank you for the ticket anyway."

Wen Ying carried the bag in her hand and walked through the seafood area. A grouper's tail swayed past, and a blurry face wearing a mask was reflected in the glass.

Is it because you don't want to be seen as a weirdo anymore? Wen Ying chuckled.

His hoodie was pulled up, covering the stray hairs on his forehead and blocking the stares of others.

His eyelashes were lowered, trembling slightly with unease, reminding Wen Ying of a moment in the past when she stood in a crowd, feeling lost and unable to find a sense of belonging.

Her upturned lips slowly fell back down, becoming a straight line, and she began to feel sad.

The moment he looked up, Wen Ying avoided his gaze, picked up the groceries she had chosen, went to pay, and then left the bustling supermarket.