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

That very night, Wen Ying called Zhu Rusong.

Almost as soon as the call was dialed, it was answered on the other end. The background showed a brightly lit factory where the workers had already finished their shifts, but Zhu Rusong was still wearing his work clothes and busily working away from home.

Since Zhu Rusong announced her transformation into the manufacturing industry, the small plaque hanging at the door of her house was taken down and replaced with a larger plaque personally inscribed by Wen Ying. Now, Zhu Rusong's manufacturing plant is growing larger and larger, with many workers under her command, but she has never had the idea of ​​leaving Planet Z-10. The inscription written by Wen Ying hangs behind her, being painted with newer and more expensive paint over and over again, making it look shiny and dazzling.

The two chatted for a while about everyday things, such as whether she was eating well, sleeping well, and having a lot of homework. Then Zhu Rusong asked her if she had enough money.

Wen Ying forgot that she was wearing pajamas, which didn't have pockets, and patted her waist twice with an air of extravagance: "Enough to spend, I'm rich now."

“Keep your money for yourself, don’t always send it home. The factory is doing very well lately, and your family has plenty of money. You’re still a student, you should enjoy your youth,” Zhu Rusong said.

Wen Ying nodded, and another figure appeared in the image in front of her. She grinned and called out, "Grandma."

Zhu Jing smiled kindly at her and asked how she had been lately, placing a lunchbox on the coffee table.

Zhu Rusong took off his gloves to eat, and Wen Ying turned to Zhu Jing to report on her recent life. The latter brought up the news about her and Wen Sirang. Wen Ying rested her chin on her hand and sighed, "I also don't understand his thoughts at all."

Zhu Jing still gave the same advice: "Refuse to do things you don't want to do, and don't force yourself."

Wen Ying smiled and agreed. The three continued chatting. Finally, Wen Ying told them that she had a special project to follow up on and might not be able to go home or answer the phone for a long time.

"Okay, busy girl." Zhu Rusong was used to it and waved to her from a distance. "Go on, remember to take care of yourself."

"You and Grandma, take good care of yourselves too." Wen Ying wanted to add, "Don't send me any more money," but Zhu Rusong received a new call notification and needed to hang up, so she didn't say it.

The next day, Wen Ying received a sum of money in her account from Zhu Rusong, along with a message: "Let our little family contribute to your great cause."

Wen Ying thought for a moment and then accepted the money.

She replied to Zhu Rusong with a smiley face, indicating that she would be going into seclusion from this moment on.

Wen Ying went to the dormitory, picked up Vivian, and took her to Neverland together.

Jiang Yu accompanied her, changed into work clothes, and at first glance looked quite like Wen Ying's assistant.

Vivian saw him but didn't ask about their relationship. She wasn't interested in most of the things happening around her or in humans; she was only absorbed in her research.

However, given that Wen Ying shared the same intense curiosity as herself, Vivian categorized her as a partner and felt it necessary to remind her, saying, "These past two days, the research base has been packed with demonstrators. If you don't want to make the news and expose your appearance, you'd better wear a hat and a mask."

Wen Ying had already seen her face in the news. She took the mask from Vivian and handed it to Jiang Yusui behind her.

"Thank you, boss," Jiang Yu said, feigning politeness, his fingertips almost imperceptibly brushing against Wen Ying's fingertips.

Vivian glanced in his direction, and he remained calm, using a truly polite tone to say "Thank you."

Vivian ignored his words and took a brand new mask out of her pocket and handed it to Wen Ying.

"Thank you." Wen Ying smiled at her, then asked curiously, "What's with the protesters? Neverland is heavily guarded; only those with passes can enter and exit. Why are there people marching outside the base?"

Vivian first said "You're welcome" before answering Wen Ying's question: "They can't come and go as they please, but someone has specially created a holographic corridor around the base, ostensibly to respect freedom of speech. So, the demonstrators' projections can circle around this corridor, making it feel like they are actually there."

Wen Ying didn't ask who "someone" referred to. It was probably the heads of the groups behind the "NW Genesis Project" or the First Prince and his group.

Initially, she discovered that Project NW, under the guise of curing patients, was actually researching the human brain and attempting to transfer the consciousness of the Empire's inhabitants to other parallel universes, causing chaos. She then used Qin Shu's authority to forcibly suspend the project, a move that sparked discontent among those behind the scenes.

At that time, they hadn't yet discovered Qin Shu's disappearance, assuming he was still leading the Eternal Day Fleet, stationed on the frontier. They were wary of the commander's power and had to show Wen Ying some deference. Now, with Qin Shu still absent, this group began to stir again. Not daring to directly surround the commander's residence, they chose to find another way through Eternal Land.

As the aircraft approached its destination, Wen Ying caught a glimpse of the throng of people below, and from a distance, she could almost hear their indignant shouts.

Looking at it this way, she really had offended a lot of people. Wen Ying thought to herself, even so, Wen Sirang still wanted to push her to the position. If she actually sat in that position, she would probably be drowned in the spittle of the people.

"Among the people you see, about 70 percent are family members of patients suffering from 'empty shell syndrome,' while the other 30 percent are hired actors and uninformed bystanders."

Jiang Yusui's voice suddenly rang out.

Wen Ying turned around and looked at her, clearly having heard her inner turmoil.

"I'm fine," she said with a smile.

Jiang Yusui still gazed at her gently: "Don't be swayed by others, Wen Ying."

As the aircraft slowly descended, the sounds became clearer. The protesters questioned one after another why the project that could cure the sick and save lives had been shut down; it was their only lifeline to reunite with their families.

"This is a matter of life and death; how can a researcher make such a decision?"

"Who exactly is this researcher named Wen Ying? What gives her the right to shut down the project?"

"This is utterly reckless and shows no regard for human life... We strongly demand the NW Project be restarted, and also, that Wen Ying must be expelled!"

"..."

Everywhere I looked, there were faces, some excited, some indignant. Different gazes came one after another, piercing straight at me. Lips opened and closed, welcoming me through those shadowy figures and into the gate.

The protesters only subsided slightly by nightfall, leaving the system bewildered: "These people are so easily swayed. Haven't they realized that after all these years of the NW Project, very few patients have actually been cured?"

It swallowed the words, "They have no idea how dangerous this plan is for other worlds," quickly glanced at the figures below, flew back to Wen Ying's side, and looked at the person still meticulously conducting the experiment, asking, "Aren't you going to tell them that besides the shut-down NW project, you also invited medical researchers to start a new research project?"

“I haven’t made any research results yet. Empty shell syndrome is not an ordinary disease and it cannot be easily cured,” Wen Ying said. “Doing this now will only backfire.”

What's even more frustrating and terrifying for her right now is something else entirely: the day has passed, and all her countless attempts to time travel throughout the day have failed.