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

Wen Ying was struggling with her thoughts while looking at the chat box with Chi Ye.

Counting the days, she realized that she and Ikeno hadn't seen each other for four days.

These past few days, Wen Ying has been dealing with what's happening around her. Sun Jiayan agreed to give her screenshots of the chat history and also provided her hotel records with Zhao Qi. Through the system, Wen Ying bought back the phone Zhao Qi had previously sold on a second-hand website and spent some time restoring the original data.

Wen Ying organized these things, saved them into a file, and sent it to Li Weiwei.

Li Weiwei initially refused, but hesitated and sent a voice message saying, "You know, I actually don't want to get involved in this mess..."

Wen Ying said she knew, and explained that these things were not meant to be given to Li Weiwei for final processing.

Although Wen Ying and Zhao Qi had a brief "romantic relationship," it was only in name, and they had no other interaction in reality.

The harm Zhao Qi caused her was minimal, almost nonexistent. If Wen Ying were to accuse Zhao Qi of crimes on her own initiative, it would only appear as meddling and would lack persuasiveness.

"Are you still in contact with Zhao Qi's high school girlfriend?" Wen Ying replied. "Please pass these on to her for me. Of course, if you can't communicate with her directly, I can contact her myself."

Li Weiwei did as she was told, and received a reply that evening. Li Weiwei contacted the girl, who accepted the file, left a brief "I will handle it," and then went offline.

"Will she really handle this?" Li Weiwei asked with doubt. Actually, what she really wanted to ask was how Wen Ying could entrust this evidence to someone else.

The events that the girl experienced severely damaged her mental health, which is why she underwent plastic surgery and subsequently dropped out of the university she had worked so hard to get into.

Logically speaking, she should have lost the courage to face life long ago, as most people would expect, let alone the past.

How could Wen Ying have so much confidence in a girl like that?

Wen Ying simply smiled and said, "Perhaps time will tell."

Everything was progressing smoothly and methodically, just as Wen Ying had planned.

There's just one thing...

She finally squandered all her money.

Wen Ying spoke earnestly and sincerely to the system: "So, considering we've worked together, would you be willing to lend me some money? I'm running out of money for food."

System: [I don't have any money that humans can spend. Our common currency here is points. But if you're really hungry, I'll give you two bottles of nutrient solution.]

Wen Ying: "..."

She had smelled the system's nutrient solution; the smell was very unique and complex, leading her to reasonably suspect that it was a mixture of canned herring and blue cheese, crushed and ground into powder and then mixed with water.

Thank you for your kindness, but I don't think I deserve to die.

Is it really necessary to say that? This flavor is very popular where I'm from.

I think you're really hungry...

The system suddenly had another idea: "How about this? I'll report Zhao Qi on the school website for using his birthday as an excuse to extort money. Let's see if we can get your razor back!"

He left right after speaking, demonstrating extremely high efficiency.

Wen Ying let it rage on, and after a brief complaint, her thoughts returned to Chi Ye.

The two of them have had fragmented conversations over the past few days, totaling less than a hundred words.

Originally a man of few words, Ikeno was forced to send messages, but Wenying usually read them but did not reply.

When Ikeno said he was sick, she didn't go to see him, and was even stingy with her concern, offering a very insincere, straight-man-like "drink more hot water."

I wonder how badly Ikeno's illness has progressed.

Wen Ying had just spoken to his number, but the person who called back was Zhao Qi. Wen Ying hadn't heard a single sound from Chi Ye from beginning to end.

Could it be that the fever has gotten so bad that the person has lost their voice and can't speak?

For a fleeting moment, Wen Ying had the thought, "Why don't I go and visit him?"

Then I rejected it myself.

Chi Ye had already returned to his dormitory. She couldn't very well go to the entrance of the boys' dormitory to look for him, and besides, Zhao Qi had been blocking her from all directions on campus recently, so Wen Ying didn't want to run into him.

This "unwillingness" is not a subjective unwillingness, but a physiological resistance.

The things that Zhao Qi restored on his phone caused Wen Ying great psychological trauma. Just thinking about this person would make her feel physically nauseous, let alone seeing them with her own eyes.

But she didn't expect that he would come to her in person instead of her going to find Ikeno.

It was already evening, and as always, Wen Ying waited until most of the people in the canteen had left before going out to eat. She was dressed in full protective gear, with a hat, mask, and collar pulled up high, covering herself up very tightly.

Chi Ye stood quietly in front of the girls' dormitory gate, leaning against a tree. The warmer temperatures of the past few days had caused the branches to be covered with blossoms, which swayed gently beside him in the faint evening breeze.

Wen Ying glanced at him from afar, unsure whether to speak to him. The man, who had been looking down and seemingly indifferent to everything around him, suddenly raised his head and looked straight at her.

Chi Ye was still wearing headphones, and Wen Ying couldn't understand how the other person had noticed her in an instant.

But when her eyes met those dark pupils, she felt there was no way to avoid them, so she had no choice but to walk over.

"What a coincidence," Wen Ying said slowly, a terrible opening line.

The light shone through a tree full of blossoms, and Wen Ying used the brightness to observe Chi Ye. She noticed that his face looked somewhat pale, and his lips were also bloodless. Wen Ying's gaze continued downwards, and she noticed that he was only wearing a very thin shirt.

"Didn't you say you were sick?" she asked involuntarily, her tone carrying a hint of resentment that she herself didn't realize.

"I was in a hurry when I left and forgot my coat." Chi Ye's voice was indeed hoarse. He took off his headphones and continued in a low voice, "I didn't mean to play the victim with you."

Wen Ying was somewhat helpless. Chi Ye seemed a little flustered as he explained, as if he was worried that she would go crazy in the next second and blurted out, "Who are you trying to impress by wearing so little?"

"Are you cold?" she asked.

Ikeno nodded.

"I still have one of your jackets in my dorm room, but it hasn't been washed. I'll go upstairs and get it for you."

As Wen Ying was about to turn around, Chi Ye grabbed her wrist. The next second, Chi Ye's embrace swept over her, and Wen Ying was held tightly between his chest, her cheek touching his burning skin.

Ikeno had a fever that wouldn't go down for a long time, as if it could steam a person.

Her words sounded like she was delirious from being feverish: "I don't need to wear a coat, I just want to hug you. I'm not cold when I'm with you."

Wen Ying stood still, silently allowing him to hug her for two or three minutes. Pedestrians occasionally walked by on the path, casting curious yet somewhat strange glances at her.

It's not surprising because there are couples everywhere on campus, but it's unusual because one of the main characters standing together in an embrace is Ikeno.

Wen Ying noticed someone secretly taking photos with their phone and suspected that the photos of Chi Ye and her hugging at the entrance of the girls' dormitory would be posted on the school wall immediately, but she had no time to care about that at the moment.

Because Chi Ye's hug was so tight, the force was so strong that Wen Ying could only focus on herself and the warmth she was currently immersed in.

Chi Ye seemed even more afraid of crowds than Wen Ying, burying his face in Wen Ying's neck with his head down and refusing to lift it for a long time.