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

The dishes are all made to order. Before leaving, the owner left a timer on the table, saying that all the dishes would be served before the timer ran out.

Zhao Qi was a restless person. While waiting for the food, he pulled Wen Ying aside to chat. He asked her if she was hot wearing so many clothes, and where she bought her hat, saying he would buy a matching pair for them later.

Wen Ying said, "This hat belongs to my roommate."

She sipped the hot water slowly, holding it in her hands. Sitting in the room, she didn't know what to do with her hands, so she held onto the cup tightly. Zhao Qi tried several times to hold her hand, but failed.

"You should take it off once you're inside, right? This hat's covering up my precious good looks," Zhao Qi joked. "Are you trying to look cool like the school heartthrob?"

Wen Ying then raised her eyes and glanced in Chi Ye's direction.

The other person was still wearing headphones, with their eyes lowered and focused on their phone screen, unable to hear them talking, and even less aware of her gaze.

He is a quiet and reserved person, and a qualified table-sharer.

Wen Ying looked away: "I didn't wash my hair today."

But Zhao Qi still took off her hat and casually put it aside.

“No, I think your hair smells really good. What shampoo do you use? And other…” Zhao Qi paused, “Let me braid your hair.”

The system suddenly appeared, frantically prompting: [Physical contact! Physical contact!]

Wen Ying hesitated for a moment, but finally blurted out a refusal: "Forget it, I don't have any hair ties."

Zhao Qi looked disappointed, but his hand remained firmly in place.

“Your hair is so long, it’s almost down to your waist,” Zhao Qi said.

Wen Ying hummed in agreement: "I haven't cut it yet."

Zhao Qi immediately clicked his tongue in admiration, praising Wen Ying for her perseverance and hair care skills, and then stretched out his hand as if to gesture towards his waist.

Wen Ying didn't notice his movements and was about to refill her water glass.

The automatic turntable spun the kettle a bit too far, and as she reached out to reach it, Chi Ye suddenly put down his phone, picked up the kettle, and walked over to her.

"Thank you." Wen Ying blinked, and the cup was filled again.

But Ikeno's actions did not stop.

Whether he was lost in thought or not, the water in the kettle continued to pour out, overflowing from the cup and flowing onto the table, where Zhao Qi's trousers were soaked.

"Ikeno, what are you doing?"

An annoyed voice rang in her ears, and Wen Ying realized that Zhao Qi had somehow gotten closer and closer to her, with his knees almost touching her legs and his hand resting on the hem of her clothes.

"..." She belatedly realized what was happening and retreated.

Zhao Qi didn't notice her moving away, still immersed in the anger of being drenched by water: "I said you... at least pick a time when your hand is shaking, thank goodness it's not boiling water!"

"Sorry." Chi Ye put the kettle back on the table, his apology sounding quite sincere, as if it really was an accident. "I'll transfer the money for the clothes to you."

"This isn't about clothes!" Zhao Qi took a deep breath and took the tissue Wen Ying handed him to wipe his pants, but it was no use; he was just wasting tissues in vain.

His temples throbbed, and he felt increasingly uneasy about what was going on today. Not only could he not spend time alone with his girlfriend, whom he had finally managed to meet, but he also lost face in front of Wen Ying because of a pot of hot water!

Fortunately, Wen Ying was still worried about him. She took off her sports jacket and wanted to hand it to him, saying in a concerned tone, "Why don't you wrap this around your waist and go back to the dorm to change your clothes?"

"...Never mind." What kind of man is he, wearing a woman's coat around his waist? It's embarrassing enough.

Zhao Qi threw the last wad of tissues into the trash can: "That's fine, going back to the dorm is too much trouble, I'll just bear with it."

Fortunately, Chi Ye had already transferred the money for the clothes as compensation, and even tripled it. He decided to put it aside for the time being and leave his girlfriend with a generous impression.

The three continued to wait for their food, but they were much quieter than before.

Wen Ying put her coat back on, put her hat back on, and sat a little further away than before.

Zhao Qi didn't have time to worry about the distance between them. The owner used some kind of tea to brew it, and Zhao Qi's legs felt sticky and uncomfortable. He hurriedly finished his meal and left without even having a chance to say much to Wen Ying.

Escaping an unpleasant social gathering, Wen Ying stood on the steps of the cafeteria and let out a sigh of relief.

She turned her gaze away from Zhao Qi's back, rubbed her cheeks which were stiff from her awkward smile, and suddenly heard a soft laugh from above.

When Wen Ying looked up and met Chi Ye's gaze, she felt that the laughter she had just heard was an illusion.

The boy in front of her had a deep gaze, and his face, which had been voted the school's most handsome man of the year, was clearly expressionless. He looked down at her and asked, "Are you nervous about having dinner with your boyfriend?"

Wen Ying: "..." I'm not as nervous as when I'm standing alone with you.

If the feeling of oppression were tangible, she would feel as if half of her body were buried in the ground.

"You like him a lot?" Ikeno asked again.

What a deadly question! Wen Ying was extremely nervous and secretly called upon the system in her mind.

But another voice sounded before the system notification.

[Note: The newbie buff is about to expire.]

The moment the electronic sound ended, everything in front of Wen Ying returned to normal.

Those fluffy, seemingly innocent and harmless little dogs instantly transformed into a lively crowd.

They walked in groups of three or five, talking to the people around them, sometimes walking quickly and sometimes slowly.

These people, all of this, come together to create a bizarre and chaotic scene.

Wen Ying suddenly felt short of breath, so she took off her mask.

But the next second, as if by reflex, she quickly hung the mask back up.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Chi Ye frowned as he looked at Wen Ying's actions.

He reached out to support the person swaying precariously in front of him, but was pushed away.

Ikeno, empty-handed, froze on the spot.

Ignoring his increasingly blank expression, Wen Ying stumbled down the steps and ran away.