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

"Senior, don't you like this flavor?" Xu Che was still talking, his voice sounding somewhat troubled.

He hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to pull his outstretched hand back: "What should I do? I've already bought it."

Wen Ying snapped out of her daze and took the paper bag he handed her: "Sorry, what I meant to say was that I'm not thirsty right now, but I really like this flavor."

"I knew my memory was right. I clearly saw my senior buy this milk tea several times before."

Xu Che breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes curving back into crescents; he seemed to genuinely enjoy smiling.

His tone of voice was also very gentle, as if a smile from Wen Ying would immediately appease him.

"Hey, junior, why did you only bring milk tea for Aying?" Yu Qing, who was closest, leaned over and joked, "We played games together yesterday, aren't you being too biased?"

Jiang Xue said, "You don't understand, only the MVP can receive this honor."

Lu Xi adjusted her glasses: "Were you the one who always followed A Ying around, peeking at her while she bought food?"

Xu Che's ears turned red from being teased by his roommates in turn.

He clasped his hands together, almost begging for mercy by banging his head on the table: "Seniors, please stop your magic tricks, I'll give you some milk tea."

"Senior doesn't drink it, she's on a diet." Yu Qing finally let him go.

Wen Ying watched with a smile, working together with the others to create a harmonious scene. She put the milk tea with the straw on aside, and casually glanced at the bookshelf again, only to find it empty. Chi Ye had left sometime earlier.

Xu Che said he came to study, and he actually picked up a professional book and started reading. He didn't make a sound to disturb Wen Ying from beginning to end, and waited quietly until it was time to eat.

They went to the nearest cafeteria for a meal, and Xu Che volunteered to help Wen Ying queue up, leaving her to wait at the table.

"You just need to keep an eye on my backpack, there are very important things inside." Xu Che smiled and coaxed the child as if looking after a backpack was some great thing.

Wen Ying sat quietly and waited. The restaurant door opened from time to time, and people came in one after another. Amid the gradually increasing noise, she turned on her phone, and several more group chat messages appeared in her message list. Chi Ye's avatar was so crowded that it was no longer visible.

She was about to put down her phone when the screen suddenly vibrated. A message had come from someone whose contact name was "Ji Yu's parent," asking if she could spare some time for the next round of tutoring.

Wen Ying scrolled up the chat history to confirm that she had contacted the other party before, and then typed a reply: "Okay, let's discuss a time."

Ji Yu's parent said, "Let's set the time for tomorrow afternoon. My child has an exam next week, and I'm afraid his ranking will drop if we don't make up for it."

wyy: "The preparation time is too short, so the quality may not be very high."

Ji Yu's parent said, "It's okay, teacher. Just treat it as a crash course for exam preparation."

After saying that, he sent another message: "If you have any conflicts, I can also compensate you."

This was the first time Wen Ying had ever seen a customer offer compensation on their own initiative. She was surprised by how easy the customer was to talk to and mentally notified the system to check if the person was up to something.

System: [Nothing fishy, ​​everything is normal. You were tutoring Ji Yu on your second day here. His family is very wealthy, so it's not surprising that they're willing to compensate you.]

Wen Ying felt relieved and accepted Ji Yu's parents' invitation.

Ji Yu's parent: "By the way, teacher, we moved last week. The new house has better feng shui, and it's close to a prestigious university, which will help my child get into a good university." The new address was attached at the end of the message.

System: [This parent believes in feudal superstition, which is unacceptable.]

Wen Ying neither confirmed nor denied this, replying with a simple "Received".

In any case, the money from this part-time job is enough to solve my immediate problem.

I need to re-check the bugs in my code.

The system was still muttering in its mind, feeling very bothered that it hadn't promptly alerted Wen Ying to the male protagonist's arrival.

Do you think I've developed an occupational disease from working in this industry for too long...?

The system's voice gradually faded away, and Xu Che walked over carrying two trays, sitting down opposite Wen Ying.

"The auntie almost added scallions while we were waiting for our food, but I stopped her in time," Xu Che said, as if seeking praise, his face practically screaming, "Praise me!"

Wen Ying complied with his wishes: "Thank you for saving my lunch."

Xu Che said, "As a way of repaying you, can you have dinner with me, senior?"

This suggestion was rejected.

Wen Ying said, "No, I need to prepare for my part-time job tonight."

Xu Che: "I see. I thought you were planning to have dinner with someone else."

Wen Ying smiled at him and said, "I have no such plans."

The moment she spoke, she suddenly felt a chill. Even though she was sitting by the window, with bright sunlight streaming onto the table, it felt as if a layer of gloom had suddenly descended upon her.

Wen Ying subconsciously looked around, but among the crowd, there was no one she recognized. She could only lower her head in disappointment and zip up her coat.

During the meal, Jiang Xue's boyfriend came over, brought half a bowl of rice, and sat down with Xu Che.

The two seemed to know each other. Jiang Xue's boyfriend immediately asked about their academic project: "We need to submit our results to the professor in a few days. Haven't you decided on a model for your group yet?"

"We can't find a suitable candidate." For some reason, Xu Che looked at Wen Ying with a flickering gaze.

"That's easy, just go to your muse. Didn't you say your fashion design inspiration comes from her?" The boy put his hand on his shoulder. "What, is it hard to invite your goddess? Or is she really some female celebrity?"

Xu Che was being shaken around by his shoulders, his cheeks growing redder and redder until he finally couldn't hold back any longer and looked at Wen Ying.

"Senior, can you be my model?" His tone was clearly shy and pleading. "I know you're busy, but I won't take up too much of your time."

Before Wen Ying could answer, Yu Qing spoke up first: "It's not a matter of time, it's just that A-Ying doesn't like facing the camera."

Jiang Xue kicked her boyfriend across the table, saying, "What a terrible idea!"

Her boyfriend rubbed his knee, looking completely innocent: "I didn't know that Xiao Xu's muse was Wen Ying."

The two started arguing in front of everyone at the table. Without the system's notification sound in her mind, Wen Ying thought seriously for a while. Xu Che's gaze was too pitiful, and she didn't want to keep him waiting for too long.

"I really don't like facing the camera."

Xu Che immediately said, "It's okay not to show your face."

Since he had already said that, Wen Ying couldn't refuse any longer, so she said, "Alright then, but I won't have time tomorrow afternoon, so I'll have to trouble you to film in the evening."