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

Wen Ying's itinerary was not announced to the public, but it was not carried out in secret either.

She simply went home for the holiday with her loved one, just like any other ordinary person.

Their images appeared in many photos taken by passersby and were posted on the StarNet in real time.

The public was abuzz with discussion, and all sorts of hashtags and hashtags appeared: "Her Majesty has arrived on Planet X-49! She arrived in a mecha, no wonder she was so fast!"; "Why didn't Her Majesty choose to travel by starship? Was she trying to keep a low profile? Would it be inappropriate for us to follow her like this and take pictures?"; "Her Majesty actually appeared at the train station! Ah, she bought four tickets—"

After buying her ticket, Wen Ying turned around, and the intense gazes directed at her quickly disappeared.

Looking around, the crowd was packed tightly together, and everyone was looking left and right, but not a single face was facing her.

But when Jiang and his entourage removed the drowsy mechanical bird from her head and spoke to her in a low voice, she could feel that fiery gaze once again falling uniformly upon them, with a small portion of it set aside to scrutinize Qin Shu.

When she handed one of the tickets to Qin Shu, his palm naturally enveloped her hand, putting it into his coat pocket, and his focus shifted back to her and Qin Shu.

After getting her ticket checked and entering the train carriage, Wen Ying turned around and waved to the people behind her who hadn't yet looked away. She didn't mind being noticed; on the contrary, she found those quiet stares rather endearing.

"I'll stop here," she said with a smile. "Happy New Year!"

The residents nearby were all taken aback for a moment, then broke into identical smiles and shouted back, "Happy New Year!"

The three people and one bird were assigned to a carriage.

The sound insulation in the carriage is quite good; once the doors are locked, the interior immediately becomes quiet.

Wen Ying made ample arrangements for this trip, packing all sorts of games, novels, and board games into a compressed box, and even bringing along her work and textbook materials.

But she didn't really want to open it for the time being; she just rested her head on the shoulder of the person next to her and looked at the scenery outside the window.

The last time she rode the interstellar train, she was accompanied only by a mechanical bird, and she was the only passenger on the entire train.

It is different now.

"Although I really don't want to bother you, I've thought it over carefully and I think it's still necessary to try," Jiang Yusui's voice suddenly rang out.

When Wen Ying came to her senses, she saw him sitting opposite her, with a mechanical bird on his head, looking in her direction.

He stared intently at her, his amber eyes slightly displeased: "You've been using him as a pillow for a long time, isn't it time for me to be your pillow?"

Wen Ying turned her head to look at Qin Shu.

"Twelve minutes and three seconds, not long," Qin Shu said calmly.

...Does this person carry a timer with them? How can they calculate even the second so precisely?

Wen Ying was shocked and opened her mouth to speak.

Jiang Yusui: "It's now twelve minutes and twenty-five seconds. Maintaining the same posture for a long time will cause poor blood circulation, and in severe cases, amputation may be necessary."

If I'm not mistaken, he was staring at her head. Wen Ying raised her hand and touched her neck.

Her head shouldn't be that heavy, right? Qin Shu's shoulders shouldn't be that fragile either...

"What are you thinking about?" Jiang Yusui walked over, looking rather unhappy. Meeting her gaze, his soft voice revealed a hint of grievance, "I'm worried about you."

He reached out and covered the back of her hand: "Is it uncomfortable here? Let me massage it for you?"

"...Actually, there's nothing that's uncomfortable." Despite saying that, Wen Ying let him do as he pleased.

Jiang's technique was precise, and she seemed to enjoy the massage.

But as he pressed, his knee slowly pressed against hers, and his body pressed tightly against hers.

Wen Ying had no choice but to move to the left until there was no space left. She looked at Qin Shu.

He seemed to be thinking about something, and paused for a second before catching her gaze, but did not do as she instructed.

Wen Ying secretly reached out and took his hand.

Qin Shu glanced down at her, then looked at her, slowly parted her fingers, and intertwined his fingers with hers.

Then, he leaned closer to her.

Wen Ying was stunned for a moment, thinking that he was going to kiss her, but the next second, her body was suspended in the air and she sat on his lap.

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

Wen Ying turned her head, and Jiang Yusui pursed his lips, his eyes fixed on her, remaining silent.

"How about... I give you this spot?"

"Okay." He actually nodded with a smile.

However, the actions she took were completely different from what she had in mind.

Jiang and Suiren sat in her seat, but their hands were around her waist, adjusting her posture.

Wen Ying had already anticipated what would happen next.

But she was powerless to stop it.

She was powerless to do it.

She could only let half of her body weight fall on Jiang Yusui's legs and raise her hands to cover her face.

"...Sigh." A helpless smile crept into the sigh.

What else can be done? Blame it on the fact that the train is too old and the seats are arranged in a very primitive way, so that three people can't fit in a row.

Or perhaps it's because she used the "time-off" method before she left, so no matter how far the trip was, they always spent Wednesdays together.

There's still a long time before I can go back to work at Eternal Nova, and Wen Ying feels she should try her best to adapt.

"Give me a kiss." She turned her head and hooked Qin Shu's chin with her index finger.

Having seen much of the world, Qin Shu remained calm no matter what happened. He accepted the current situation well, tilted his head slightly, and kissed her lips.

"..." Wen Ying swallowed back the words she was about to say. Actually, she wanted him to kiss her cheek.

"Did I kiss the wrong person?" He looked intently at the subtle expressions on her face and apologized softly, "I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."

Qin Shu held the back of her neck and touched her left cheek with his lips again.

Is this the right time?

He spoke with the humility of a student seeking instruction.

"That's right," Wen Ying could only say.

Qin Shu hummed softly and kissed her again.

The curve of his lips was faint, but she knew he was smiling.

She couldn't help but want to laugh, but before that, she had to appease a certain petty person on her right, Jiang Yusui, who had been staring at her intently for quite some time.

His unseen ears on the top of his head were about to droop.

Wen Ying cupped his head in her hands, kissed his forehead hard, and then pinched his cheek: "Don't be angry."

"I'm not angry." Jiang Yusui's eyes were smiling, whether he was teasing her or praising her, it was hard to tell. "You're a master of impartiality."

Wen Ying smiled and patted his arm.

After idly pacing around for a while, glancing at the nebula outside, I finally opened the compressed box filled with entertainment equipment.

The three of them couldn't play cards unless Jiang Yusui erased his memory and became an idiot. Wen Ying then logged into the mechanical bird's account, teamed up with them, and challenged others.

Having won countless virtual coins, and with his opponents on the other side of the screen going bankrupt one after another, Wen Ying felt he couldn't continue being so arrogant, lest his account be exposed. He then had two people next to him read his information aloud.

Overwhelmed by the hypnosis, she unconsciously closed her eyes.

When she woke up, the mechanical bird was standing on her head, its head turned 180 degrees to look at her.

It made two "cooing" sounds.

Wen Ying turned her head and saw that the magnificent nebula was receding; the train had arrived at the station.

Having contacted Zhu Rusong in advance while on the train, Wen Ying saw someone waving from a distance the moment she stepped out of the carriage.

Zhu Rusong still had his neat short hair, but the clothes he was wearing were obviously new; Wen Ying recognized them as the ones she had chosen.

Zhu Jing stood to the side, and beneath the loose sleeves, her arm, which looked no different from that of an ordinary person, was also made by Wen Ying herself using the best bionic materials and then sent back to her.

Wen Ying pulled the two family members aside and greeted them one by one, noticing that there was a third person greeting her as well.

It's the principal.

She was obscured by an enormous bouquet of bionic flowers. Wen greeted the flowers and met a pair of familiar eyes.

The principal's smile was as kind as ever as he explained, "Your news has been everywhere online lately. The neighbors and villagers have heard that you are coming back and they all want to see you. However, they also heard that your itinerary was not announced to the public this time, and they are worried that a rush to come and pick you up might not be a good thing. So they asked me to act as their representative and let me meet you with your family and give you this bouquet of flowers."

"Thank you, teacher, and please thank everyone for me." Wen Ying smiled broadly. She was happy not only because she received the bouquet, but also because, back in this place, they still treated her like the high school student she used to be, a close junior.

Zhu Rusong drove over, but the mechanical bird didn't ride in it. This once familiar place had undergone tremendous changes. It spread its wings and hovered above, trying to observe every change in detail.

On the way home, Zhu Rusong turned on the car radio. Zhu Jing, sitting in the front, frequently turned around to chat with the people in the back.

They asked Qin Shu and Jiang Yusui in particular detail about everything from their names and personalities to their work and lives.

Zhu Rusong was puzzled: "Mom, when did you become so inquisitive about household registration? You were thinking about these things before they even came, and now that they're here, you're really asking a lot of questions. People's work is supposed to be kept confidential."

Immediately following was a cry of "Ouch!", as Zhu Rusong had been punched.

Wen Ying laughed out loud: "I guess it's because Grandma also wants to experience working. She's planning a big project next year and urgently needs manpower to help."

Traffic was congested ahead. Zhu Rusong pressed the steering wheel and gasped, "Your grandma is seventy-six this year!"

"Seventy-six is ​​the perfect age to strive," Wen Ying said, stretching out her hand exaggeratedly.

Zhu Jing smiled so hard that the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes crinkled together, and gave her a high five.

They chatted all the way home, and Zhu Rusong first showed them the prepared bedroom.

The repair shop was renovated; the original attic was demolished and a second floor was added, with their bedrooms located upstairs.

Zhu Rusong walked up the stairs: "The room has been cleaned. We used the cleaning machine you used before, remember?"

"Of course I remember," Wen Ying said. That cleaning machine had many functions; it could not only be used for cleaning, but also play audio and music.

When she was engrossed in her studies, the mechanical bird liked to stand on the cleaning machine and listen to its favorite rock music.

“That machine broke down once before, and your grandma fixed it again. She was worried that rolling around would damage the outer shell, so she even made several sets of clothes for it to wear in rotation…” Zhu Rusong pushed open the door, “Look, see.”

Wen Ying looked down as the festively decorated cleaning machine leisurely rolled to her feet, mopping the floor while singing a song.

The mechanical bird came at the sound and landed in front of it.

The cleaning machine got stuck, and upon hearing a "cooing" sound, it immediately started circling around it happily.

They did not forget each other.

Wen Ying laughed.

"We've prepared three rooms for you." Zhu Rusong finished introducing them one by one, then coughed lightly. "However, you can decide for yourselves whichever you choose. This whole floor is yours. Your grandma and I will stay downstairs and won't be coming up."

Wen Ying glanced to her left and right. The two family members thanked her earnestly with composed expressions, and she lowered her head and coughed.

"Oh, by the way." Zhu Rusong stopped walking and turned his head again. "The little room you used to live in is still there. Even though you only lived there for a year, it's still a part of your childhood memories..."

"I was already in high school then," Wen Ying said, unable to suppress a laugh.

"Alright, alright, a high school student's room, a memory of youth." Zhu Rusong said as he walked downstairs. "But I didn't have time to clean that room. If you're going in, remember to bring the cleaning machine."

“Okay—” Wen Ying said, drawing out her words.

After roughly organizing her luggage and taking the gift boxes she had brought downstairs, Wen Ying led the two people behind her and opened the door to the small bedroom.

No one had visited for a long time, and the room was filled with the smell of dust. Wen Ying felt around on the wall and turned on the light.

The single bed was covered with a cover, and near the window there was a desk and a chair, also covered with a dust cover. In the corner was a vertical wardrobe, next to which was a simple bookshelf that Zhu Rusong had made for her.

This was all Wen Ying had when she first stepped into this sea of ​​stars.

She stood by the bookshelf, looking up at the wall of books. These were the very weapons she had once used to arm herself and forge a new self, step by step leading to the Eternal New Star.

"Help me..." She turned her head, but before she could finish speaking, she heard a snap.

Jiang and Sui took a picture of her.

"Didn't I leave this camera with Wen Sirang?" Wen Ying asked in surprise.

"I borrowed it from him before I left." Jiang Yusui showed her the photos he had taken. "How about it? Do you need to change the angle and take another one?"

"It's already filmed exceptionally well, I really like it," Wen Ying said, pausing for a moment.

Jiang Yusui instantly understood her meaning: "A group photo of the three of you? That's a great idea..."

Wen Ying turned to Qin Shu, who nodded and stood beside her.

The camera pans back, and just before pressing the shutter, Wen Ying suddenly speaks: "Wait a minute."

Two people, one on her left and one on her right, looked at her at the same time.

To match her height, both family members leaned slightly forward, their shoulder lines almost level with hers.

Wen Ying stretched out her two hands and gently supported her chin on both sides, then casually scratched it.

Jiang Yusui chuckled softly.

Qin Shu glanced at her sideways, his eyes tender.

“Take the picture!” she said, laughing.