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

The following afternoon, Ikeno received a recording on his phone.

"I found the place where my mom hid the phone."

Ji Yu's words were filled with joy: "President, listen to this, I have this teacher completely under my control."

After signing the documents his assistant brought him, Ikeno paused for a while before giving a perfunctory reply: "Impressive."

Ji Yu: "You're lying through your teeth without even receiving the documents. You're such a [thumbs up][smile]."

Problem teenagers are particularly noisy. Chi Ye hesitated for a few seconds between calling his mother and personally intimidating him, but still managed to muster a little patience and opened the audio file.

A slight electric current passed through, followed by a soft, gentle female voice: "...Though clauses can be inverted, or..."

Chi Ye's eyes narrowed slightly; he remembered that voice.

The gentle words continued, and there was no doubt that the girl in the recording was a patient teacher who answered all her students' questions without reservation, even when asked personal questions unrelated to academics.

However, the conversation between the two of them originally consisted entirely of her voice.

Ji Yu promptly clarified: "I cut out my voice because I was afraid you'd vomit if you heard it and then stop giving me pocket money."

Chiye: "..."

Ji Yu: "You listened to the recording, what do you think? I've figured out all her preferences. Now I'll start pretending to pursue her. Teacher Wen will definitely be moved and won't make things difficult for me anymore."

Ikeno said, "Don't pass your troubles on to others."

Ji Yu sent a few more crying emojis, but the next second he thought of a new method: "I'll find a hacker to steal my mom's social media account, and then fire Teacher Wen in her name. That way everyone will be happy."

Ikeno wasn't interested in the child's thoughts; he was thinking about something else.

From the moment Wen Ying arrived, whether she was present or not, her name or voice inexplicably lingered in his ears.

Is it a coincidence?

Coincidences may exist, but repeated coincidences will eventually lead to inevitability.

Ikeno doesn't need this kind of inevitability. He's seen this roundabout approach before; it's old-fashioned and boring.

He doesn't intend to actively stop it all, but rather wait for it to accumulate by chance.

As he expected, there were more and more discussions about "Wen Ying" around him, but she herself hid behind a series of coincidences, like an inexperienced hunter, waiting for the best opportunity to strike a fatal blow.

The Lantern Festival is fast approaching, marking the final chapter of the Spring Festival, and it is especially grand in this city.

Chi Ye gave most of the people in the group a holiday and generously gave them red envelopes. His close subordinates flattered him, saying that President Chi and the old chairman were of the same ilk and were both good entrepreneurs of the people.

Ikeno neither confirmed nor denied this. He did not return to the old house for the holiday, nor did he even call his father.

After dismissing the driver and assistant, and not wanting to drive alone, I slowly made my way home along the increasingly congested roads.

He heard many footsteps behind him. There were many pedestrians passing by on this road, but one footstep was particularly strange. It would pause and move forward, keeping a proper distance from him.

Like a sneaky, but not very clever, stalker.

The traffic light ahead turned red, so Ikeno stopped and waited. He glanced at the time and then looked behind him.

Now the stalker could no longer hide and had to step out, dragging his feet as he walked past him.

The person named Wen Ying lowered her head to avoid his gaze, but kept walking straight toward the zebra crossing.

The light was still red, and cars sped past, but she acted as if she didn't see them and eagerly tried to cross the road.

Ikeno frowned slightly, but still reached out his hand and accepted her "test".

Wen Ying was pulled back by his collar and bumped into his arms without warning.

Chi Ye took a step back, subtly creating distance, waiting for her to say thank you so he could then say that he wouldn't have stood by and watched anyone die.

But Wen Ying did not make a sound.

She didn't even glance at him, covering her mouth and nose as if she couldn't breathe, and ran away down another route.

Chiye: "..."

I unconsciously lifted my sleeve and smelled it, but it only smelled like laundry detergent.

The second chance encounter was at a coffee shop not far from the company.

It was raining that day when Chi Ye received a message from Ji Yu. He looked up and saw Wen Ying standing under the eaves.

Ji Yu's voice was filled with the joy of victory: "I stood up Teacher Wen in my mother's name, and she didn't suspect anything at all. She even returned the money I sent her, saying that she couldn't accept it because she didn't have class."

"Wow," Ji Yu exclaimed, "She's so easy to fool."

Ikeno did not reply, so his assistant went to buy him coffee, leaving the car parked in the rain.

Coffee seemed unusually hard to buy today. Through the glass, you could see a long queue inside, and more and more people were taking shelter from the rain under the eaves. Wen Ying was squeezed into a corner.

Perhaps because she was wearing too little clothing, she hunched her shoulders, looking as if she was afraid of the cold.

After a while, the assistant returned with an umbrella.

The car's engine was restarted, and Ikeno's gaze returned to it.

“Wait a minute,” he said. “Give this umbrella to that girl.”

It's just another "test." He would have helped anyone who got caught in the rain.

The assistant was stunned. Ikeno continued, "Don't tell her that I gave it to her."

"Uh, okay." The assistant's eyes were somewhat subtle as he picked up another umbrella from the car.

But before she even got close, Wen Ying suddenly made up her mind and ran into the rain without looking back.

"Mr. Chi," the assistant's expression became even more subtle as he knocked on his window, "did she recognize your license plate?"

Chiye: "..."

Oh well, there will always be people who like to joke around with their own bodies, and he can't stop them.

The third time was on campus.

His advisor asked him to attend a meeting and recommended a few students who were supposedly talented. Although there were no vacancies at Ikeno's company, he went anyway.

This time the atmosphere was much more serious. Everyone was enthusiastic and shared their academic insights. No one talked about gossip, and no one mentioned Wen Ying.

Ikeno tentatively selected two candidates, told them to wait for further notice at the school, and then walked out of the building amidst the reluctant gazes of a group of people.

There was a figure under the cherry blossom tree, squatting or sitting, curled up into a small ball, holding a handful of cat treats, calling to several cats with "meow meow meow".

Chi Ye watched from afar as she petted the cats, squeezing the cat treats onto a large leaf. The cats gathered around and devoured them. She then stopped petting them, took out hand sanitizer from her pocket, poured it into her palm, and rubbed it in.

"Eat more," she said to a cat. "I won't be coming out for the next few days."

After saying that, she didn't leave. Instead, she cupped her face and started talking to the animals: "I'm socially awkward, the kind who dies in the light. If everyone in the world could turn into a furry little animal, I would want to be a human being raised by a cat."

Listening to her rambling, Chino felt that she had become quite talkative in front of the cats.

He walked past her without looking at her, and a leaf fell, brushing against her hair and landing at his feet.

Ikeno picked up the leaf and put it in his pocket.

Wen Ying seemed to sense something, and her shoulder moved slightly, becoming slightly stiff.

The moon is rising.

Ikeno looked up, not at her, and took a picture of the cherry blossom treetops with his phone, the moonlight falling on the branches and leaves.

When I told my advisor that I planned to move back to the school for a while, he was overjoyed and immediately offered to introduce me to a few more high-caliber talents.

Ikeno declined, saying that she had been under a lot of work pressure lately and only wanted to go back to school to relax.

The mentor said, "That's true. It must be quite tiring for you to run such a large company all by yourself."

He then changed the subject: "Going back to school is good too. It would be so relaxing to find a like-minded girl and have a relationship—you've never been in a relationship before, have you?"

Ikeno hung up the phone in silence.

Although he moved back to his dormitory, there was nothing for him to do at school. While others went to class, he stayed in his dormitory to attend meetings on the campus network, and occasionally audited classes to help professors he knew.

For several days in a row, he rarely went out and did not encounter Wen Ying at school. Chi Ye asked his assistant to check her class schedule and selected a class to audit.

As a result, Wen Ying didn't come to that class.

As night fell, he heard Zhao Qi shouting joyfully in the dormitory, saying that he had added the goddess's contact information and was now in a flirtatious relationship.

Ikeno was wearing headphones and didn't say anything.

Another curious roommate asked, "Which goddess do you admire?"

"Wen Ying!" Zhao Qi announced forcefully, each word deliberate, as if he had won a decisive victory, "Take her down within three days!"

The two remaining roommates in the dormitory were laughing, saying that Zhao Qi was delusional and that Wen Ying was too proud to have fallen for Zhao Qi.

But unexpectedly, a few days later, Zhao Qi's short-term relationship actually succeeded.

There was a murmur in the dormitory. Zhao Qi's roommates shook his neck, forcing him to treat everyone to a meal. Everyone was talking at once, making quite a scene.

Chino stared at the newly sent document from his assistant, his head bowed for a long time, forgetting to turn the page.

What kind of test is this?

He thought expressionlessly, seemingly unconcerned, "Maybe, perhaps, probably."

There really are ghosts in this world, right?