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

She hung up the phone and found that her phone battery had been severely depleted for some reason.

The background processes weren't cleared; the lifestyle app ran all night; children's picture books had tags like "how to be a good mother" under them; the browsing history contained many recipe videos and searches for "how much salt is appropriate."

Wen Ying was slightly taken aback.

Stepping out of the room, the floor was gleaming, the living room was clean and tidy, and the green plants that had already been watered stood in the corner, their leaves looking vibrant.

She stared at the revitalized leaves for a while, then turned around and began to explore the unexpected changes in her home as if solving a puzzle game.

New garbage bags were used in the bathroom, the kitchen was cleaned, and there was one less egg in the refrigerator, but more vegetables packed in plastic bags.

The trash cans here are empty. Wen Ying remembers drinking last night, but only one bottle; the other half has disappeared.

The cat food bag had been opened, and two cans were missing, but she hadn't gone downstairs to feed the cat last night. As for the dumplings she used to wrap the cat with that half-piece of butter...

Wen Ying opened the freezer drawer, where a few dumplings were neatly arranged, with a small snowman standing next to them.

"Go home a little later, I haven't built the snowman yet..."

Her request was denied, and someone cruelly grabbed the back of her neck: "By the time you've had your fun, you'll be catching a cold soon. Your task now is to take a hot bath and go to sleep."

"But the snow will melt tomorrow..."

"Being coquettish won't work; I'm not buying it."

With a "chirp".

"...Then I'll make a little snowman and put it in the refrigerator, and check on it when I wake up tomorrow, okay?"

The eyes made of sesame seeds met her gaze, and Wen Ying suddenly felt a lump in her throat, but her eyes curved into a smile.

The security department retrieved the surveillance video, and the screen was completely clean; even the images of littering and cats eating canned food were erased.

The absence of any trace is actually better proof that the person who appeared before her last night was not an illusion; Zhou Yuxing had indeed been here and even took a piece of clothing with him.

However, he had lost his memory and didn't remember many of the things Wen Ying had told him, and his movements when holding her had become much more awkward.

Wen Ying's intimate advances were rejected; Zhou Yuxing kissed her through his mask but did not sleep with her.

In the past, when Wen Ying disagreed with lying on him, he would half-forcefully and half-pityingly drag her into his arms, and even sulk secretly because she turned her back.

Zhou Yuxing has undergone many changes; his exposed knuckles are covered in scars, but his appearance and height remain unchanged, frozen in the year they fell in love the most.

Wen Ying had no idea what he had gone through, and just thinking about it made her heart ache terribly.

On the first day of the new year, the weather was so cold. Zhou Yuxing didn't stay. Where did he end up?

She had no way to contact him, no sense of his presence, and could only wait.

The phone rang again. This time it was Zhao Xiyi calling. She sounded rushed and told her to come over right away.

On the way to the Bureau of Supernatural Abilities, Wen Ying figured out the reason for this sudden situation. A few days ago, the United States publicly released statements supporting the Bureau of Supernatural Abilities' participation in military management. At the conference, an ordinary person disguised as a member of the bodyguard team attempted to assassinate the president, but the attempt failed and he was killed on the spot by the accompanying supernatural beings.

The ordinary man was a policeman before the apocalypse. The day before the conference, he lost his wife forever in a sudden explosion.

This incident immediately escalated, and the already precarious relationship between people with superpowers and the general public led to protests by people from various countries.

Upon arriving at her destination, Wen Ying discovered that there were far more protesters than she had imagined, and the Superpower Bureau was completely surrounded.

"You were the ones who interfered with public safety management back then, so arrogant and self-righteous. When lives were at stake, you only sent two superhumans, and it was you who caused the superhumans to go out of control and the casualties! How desperate those people must have been when the building collapsed! Who would have thought that the superhumans who came to save them would become the executioners who pushed them to their deaths!"

"Yes, we acknowledge that it was the superhumans who rescued all of humanity from dire straits and saved the world. The superhumans deserve immense credit. We once admired and trusted you, but now... you seem to have betrayed that trust!"

"Does this world run on superhumans? As an ordinary person, I see almost no value in my existence. In this world, people with superpowers enjoy privileges everywhere, and now they want to gain control of the country. Who knows what they are plotting!"

"A large amount of money has been invested in FOM to recruit new superhumans, but where have the vegetative state patients who failed to be converted gone? To this day, no one has given us an explanation. Are superhumans meant to help ordinary people transcend social classes, or are they used for selection? What was the purpose of developing FOM? You have violated the original intention of humanity!"

"Will people still be able to see police officers and firefighters in this world a few years from now? They were heroes in the past, but now when people mention heroes, they only think of superhumans with divine gifts!"

"If superhumans are to be controlled by FOM for life, what difference is there between them and puppets or drug addicts? The future of humanity should not be in the hands of drugs. FOM is no different from drugs!"

"We strongly demand that the government seize FOM. We absolutely cannot let these guys continue to control things; the world will be doomed!"

From the top of the building, through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, you can clearly see the scene below.

People holding up banners surged forward like waves, only to be ordered to retreat. The fresh snow from last night had been trampled into mottled mud.

"A bunch of delusional people. How could the world end? The only ones who will end are you, pathetic wretches blinded by conspiracy theories..."

Wen Ying shifted her gaze from Ye Weiyi and her brother, who were busy dealing with everyone, and glanced indifferently at Rong Qi, who was standing next to her drinking coffee.

Sensing her gaze, the latter gave her a harmless smile and raised his glass to her: "What's up, Miss Ye? Would you like a drink too?"