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

In late February, with the festive atmosphere still lingering, the city, illuminated by neon lights, was congested on every road.

Chi Ye was also stuck in traffic. He had just returned from the company and received a call from his college advisor. One of the projects he had invested in had made progress, and the advisor invited him to a restaurant near the school to celebrate.

Chi Ye didn't want to go. He had just escaped from a last-minute meeting held by the group, where a group of shareholders had left him dizzy and with no appetite.

However, since he took over the family business six months ago, he has rarely returned to school. Now that his mentor has extended a warm invitation, he should attend, both out of courtesy and reason.

"The estimated travel time is another twenty minutes." The assistant turned around from the passenger seat. "Would you like to rest for a while?"

Chino looked tired, but he wasn't sleepy. He rolled down the car window a little, and a cold wind blew in.

The assistant added, "Please be careful not to catch a cold."

Chi Ye didn't hear it. Outside the window, cars were running and horns were honking. The world was always too noisy for him. His assistant's voice disappeared in an instant amidst the constant stream of noise.

Suddenly, all the sounds around him disappeared. Ikeno was stunned for a moment, thinking that his headache had flared up again, but then he saw a person appear diagonally in front of him on the road.

She seemed to have fallen from the sky, so the world had to press pause for her. The road on the left suddenly opened, and the vehicles that had been stationary for so long sped past, nearly knocking her down.

She took a step back, only to find herself further into the traffic.

Chi Ye stared blankly, immediately thinking that she was courting death.

Several more cars drove by, but the expected violent collision did not occur. The overly thin figure stood still, his long hair being blown by the wind. His expression was not one of fear, but rather one of bewilderment as a newcomer.

"Then let's take a detour," the assistant said softly to the driver, assuming he was asleep. "Let's change lanes this way."

The car tilted slightly to the left, and Chi Ye closed his eyes: "There's a girl standing in front, don't bump into her."

"Huh?" The assistant turned around in surprise. "What girl? There's nothing there."

Chi Ye was slightly taken aback. She opened her eyes again and saw that the figure was still standing in the same place. Neither vehicles nor pedestrians sensed her presence.

It was as if he was the only person in the world who could see her.

It turned out to be the case.

Ikeno withdrew his gaze and calmly thought to himself that the person they sent this time, who was carrying out a ridiculous script and carrying out a rescue in the name of love, didn't seem very smart.

Who are "them"? Ikeno had thought about this question for a long time.

Is it a higher level of civilization in another dimension? Or is it a legendary god who controls destiny?

What is the purpose of coming here, and why was he the only one chosen?

He had questions when he first experienced the “restructuring” process.

A blinding halo enveloped him, and he heard the indistinct voice reply, "Being chosen is your good fortune."

Ikeno never felt lucky; the so-called salvation never brought him anything.

His body was wracked with pain, as if he were being slowly sliced ​​to death. The voice was quite stern as it spoke to him intermittently: "In the three thousand worlds, there are countless beings suffering and praying for salvation. This fortune has come upon you, yet you have torn it apart without hesitation. Your soul has strayed from the path and deviated from its origin."

Ikeno neither refuted nor resisted; he was bound to the spot, feeling as if his soul was being torn apart.

“Reshaping is your punishment, but also the respect and apology you owe to your redeemer.”

As the pain gradually subsided, the voice became faint and ethereal: "Next time, seize the opportunity."

Ikeno did not answer.

Then, when the second salvation came, it was shattered once again.

This time, upon hearing the accusations of the mission participants, he trembled and cried out as death loomed before him: "You can't do this to me! I came to rescue you, I came to love you!"

Ikeno's face was blank, without even a second of hesitation.

The person on the mission was taken away by her collaborator, and cried out in despair, "This male protagonist has no heart, he's a cold-blooded and violent madman, he doesn't understand love and can't learn to love, he doesn't deserve to be saved at all!"

Perhaps this is what it means to not understand love.

He couldn't learn it, and he didn't intend to.

As Chino endured yet another slow, agonizing ordeal, she calmly thought, "Love is not worth mentioning."

The third time, the fourth time, and more and more people followed.

Rumors circulated that experienced and skilled challengers were eager to conquer the thrill, while others, even more astute, extended olive branches, attempting a bloodless collaboration.

The man asked, "Tell me what you want? I can meet any condition you set."

Chi Ye remained unmoved. He locked the man in a dark room on the top floor of the company building. At the shareholders' meeting, he arrogantly rejected several proposals from the elders. Amidst the other party's outrageous and pointed-out insults, he calmly pressed the remote control.

The flames engulfed everything, and he heard a sigh.

The mission participant, who was nearly killed by him, was still shaken, but said, "He has no desires; perhaps he is a saint."

What a hellish joke! It's so unfunny it's laughable.

The scrutinizing gaze lingered on him for a long time, but Ikeno refused to look up or down.

The voice had to come to his side, speaking in an almost eye-level tone: "Don't think you can defy fate. Many lives develop excessive thinking and begin to fantasize that they are the chosen ones."

"You are not the most special person, nor are you unique."

After the final reconstruction, Ikeno no longer felt any pain.

The miracle was ridiculous. Ikeno retained his past memories, and the god of salvation seemed to have forgotten his existence. No outsiders had visited this world for a long time, and everything was peaceful and orderly.

With too many fragmented and complex thoughts in his mind, Ikeno spent some time getting used to it, at the cost of hearing more strange sounds from then on.

Sometimes it was the crying of children several kilometers away, sometimes it was the loud scolding of a short-tempered woman, and sometimes it was the howling of cats and dogs coming from somewhere, keeping him awake day and night.

Just like now.

People stopped in the traffic no longer stood; they squatted down as if they were tired and hugged their knees.

Chino heard her mutter to herself, "Why didn't they ask for my opinion before binding me?"

"I don't... desperately want to live either."

The car drove away.

When Ikeno arrived at the hotel, a group of people had been waiting for him for a long time.

The mentor stood up to greet him and introduced him to those around him, his pride evident in his expression.

Ikeno's name needs no introduction; everyone present knows him.

He sat down next to his mentor, and before he even picked up his chopsticks, someone came over to offer him a toast.

Ikeno deflected with a glass of water, his expression indifferent, and said that he had driven the car.

The fellow student wasn't embarrassed by the rejection. He drank his wine and laughed, "A man like President Chi, who doesn't drink at all, must be very popular among the girls."

Someone immediately chimed in, "That's right, Senior Brother is really famous. Not long ago, that school beauty who graduated a long time ago... what year was she? She even wanted to ask me for President Chi's contact information."

"School beauty? You mean the one from the broadcasting department? She wasn't actually that pretty."

"Indeed, their voting methods these days are probably more diluted, and they're just like celebrities campaigning for votes."

"Come on, would someone who's truly focused on their studies bother with this kind of competition? It's just something a bunch of bored people came up with; it's way outdated..."

The topic started to veer off course.

The instructor was busy talking to Ikeno and didn't have time to manage the situation. Ikeno's ears were filled with chaotic sounds when he suddenly heard someone mention an unfamiliar name.

"Do you know Wen Ying...?"

Wen Ying was completely unfamiliar to Chi Ye.

But the people around her started discussing it enthusiastically. Some said that the chances of bumping into Wen Ying in the cafeteria were slim, as the goddess seemed to dislike eating, which was why she was so thin. Others said that Wen Ying didn't participate in student council or club activities and didn't interact with others, so they wondered how she managed to complete all her credits. Still others said that Wen Ying's sports jacket, which she zipped up to the top, was incredibly ugly, and that such a pretty girl couldn't have better fashion sense.

Even the tutor said, "Why are you secretly studying other girls? Wen Ying is an excellent student in both character and academics. You can only outdo her in gossip."

It seemed as if, at the same instant, memories of Wen Ying were crammed into their minds.

She appeared just an hour ago, wearing that coat, and almost got hit by a car.

This process is probably called "the turning of the gears of fate," but Ikeno doesn't believe in fate.

The light from above reflected down, and the water in Ikeno's cup remained perfectly still.

After the dinner ended, Chi Ye's phone rang again, like a death knell.

"Brother, please save me! I really can't stand my mom for another second. She smashed my phone and iPad today, and now I can only call you using a Xiaotiancai phone."

The boy on the phone was going through puberty, and his hoarse voice wailed loudly: "She said if I don't get 80 on this exam, she'll sell me off..."

At this point, her tone suddenly changed, and Ji Yu asked expectantly, "President, can you buy me?"

Ikeno said, "We'll lose money."

"..." Ji Yu seemed to choke for a moment, "I just overheard my mom on the phone. She found me a tutor, and I'll start tutoring tomorrow."

"That person seems to go to the same school as you, and I heard their grades are pretty good. Bro, your grades are good too, so why don't you tutor me? Do you find me annoying?"

Ji Yu started muttering again, while Chi Ye tossed his phone aside and began working.

"Just you wait, I promise I'll make that teacher leave crying..."