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

But Wen Ying ignored its breakdown. She turned to look outside. In the dark night sky, even the stars only emitted a faint light.

The cold season is not conducive to the visualization of any imagination, but summer suddenly turns the clock in the opposite direction, bringing warmth back into the mind.

four years ago.

After days of busy exams, the school suddenly took pity on a group of high school seniors who were about to face the college entrance examination and boarded a train bound for a coastal city.

Wen Ying didn't want to go at first. Rather than traveling with a group of noisy high school students, she preferred to stay at home and take Dengdeng out for a walk every evening after dinner.

Wen Sirang felt that her lifestyle was becoming too old-fashioned and persistently tried to persuade her.

“Group outings are an indispensable part of the fun in high school. But when you enter society and are exhausted by the adult world, you try to relieve the pressure by relying on your memories of adolescence. But when you look back, you find that you had nothing in your adolescence. You spent more than ten years just studying.”

Wen Sirang clapped his hands and sighed, "This couldn't be worse."

He was so absorbed in the words he had written that he looked at Wen Ying'e with a bitter expression.

Wen Ying originally thought there was nothing wrong with burying herself in her studies, but she couldn't stand the expression on his face, so she had no choice but to nod in agreement.

"Talk to your classmates more, make more good friends, and go out for more exercise." Wen Sirang personally helped her pack her luggage and saw her to the car, repeatedly reminding her, "And most importantly, don't forget to rekindle our romance."

Wen Ying disregarded the first three points. She didn't like talking too much, had no interest in making friends, and wasn't good at sports.

So while a group of people rushed onto the beach, shouting and yelling, Wen Ying leisurely hid in the shade cast by the coconut trees, opened her phone, and sent a text message to Wen Sirang.

Full Cup of Phuket Island: "Fire".

Brother: "Just one word? You and I have nothing to say to each other? [crying][crying]"

Wen Sirang, an adult, appeared very vulnerable. Wen Ying thought for a moment and then retyped.

Full Cup of Phuket Island: "Today I spoke twenty-six words, made zero new friends, participated in half an activity, and had a very fulfilling day. [Sun][Sun]"

Brother: "[Panic][Panic]"

Brother: "What does 'half an activity' mean?"

Wen Ying paused for a moment.

During lunch, the class monitor suddenly had a brilliant idea: to gather everyone to play a game about "guardian angels." She wrote everyone's name on slips of paper, put them in a box, and let the others draw them.

"No matter whose name you draw, remember the rules of the game and fulfill your duties as an angel!" the class monitor emphasized.

Everyone readily agreed and got to work, eager to get started.

But the game didn't last long before a conflict arose. A couple in the class didn't draw each other's names; instead, the boy drew his ex-girlfriend's name. The girl was furious and questioned the boy about whether he was using the game as an excuse to continue showing affection to someone he used to like. The boy yelled at her not to take it so seriously.

The two got so engrossed in their argument that they almost attracted the teacher's attention. The class monitor, looking embarrassed, calmed them down, and the game ended just like that.

“So, this can only be considered half a game,” Wen Ying explained to Wen Sirang.

Brother: "I see. So, whose name did you draw?"

Full Cup of Phuket Island: "I drew Shen Zhu."

Brother: "[Panic][Panic] This game is terrifying, let's not participate."

"..." Wen Ying was silent for a moment, just about to tell him that Shen Zhu did not draw a slip of paper, so even if Wen Ying drew his name, she could not become his angel, when a message from another person suddenly popped up at the top of the screen.

Wu: "How is it?"

Wen Ying decisively abandoned Wen Sirang, who was still in a state of panic, and switched to another chat partner.

Full Cup of Phuket Island: "How about it?"

None: "My suggestion from yesterday."

Wen Ying looked down and flipped through a page of chat history. The previous morning, she had complained to "Wu" about her bad mood, and "Wu" recommended that she go out for a walk, saying that the scenery encountered during a short trip could effectively relieve her mood.

Full Cup of Phuket Island: "Oh, I went out, but it wasn't very good."

Wu: "Why? Are you still unhappy?"

The two question marks made Wen Ying stare at them for a few more seconds.

Three months ago, Wen Sirang mysteriously borrowed her QQ account. When she returned it, there was an unfamiliar contact in her contact list named "Shen Chi," who is now the online friend "Wu."

At first, Wen Ying didn't quite believe that "Shen Chi" would appear in her contact list. She pressed Wen Sirang for details about what he had done with her account, but Wen Sirang hesitated and only transferred 20,000 yuan to her, asking her to delete the contact.

Wen Ying felt that Wen Sirang's evasive behavior must mean he had something to hide. She found Wen Sirang's assistant and learned that Wen Sirang had recently had a marriage arranged by Shen Chi ruined, and since then he had inexplicably become addicted to the internet, buying hundreds of social media accounts to use.

"I really don't know what he's up to," the assistant said, her head throbbing. "He can't be trying to start an online romance, casting a wide net, can he? Oh my god."

Wen Ying comforted her, "Wen Sirang isn't the kind of person who would lie to young girls."

Then he took a picture of the math test paper and sent it to "Shen Chi".

Shen Chi regretfully told her that he didn't know how to do it, claiming that he had graduated five or six years ago and had completely forgotten about conic sections. However, if Wen Ying really couldn't do it, he could call his smart and studious younger brother to help her.

After Wen Ying agreed, "Shen Chi" called his younger brother, who quickly completed the solution steps, wrote them down on a draft paper, and sent them over.

Half a hand peeked out from the edge of the draft paper, with something held between the slender fingers. Wen Ying zoomed in and saw that it was a ballpoint pen spinning at high speed.

Wen Ying stared at the pen for a while, thanked "Shen Chi" and his brother, and then deleted the "Shen Chi" nickname, leaving only a cold and aloof online name.

From that day on, the two began to chat casually.

As an adult who has struggled in society, Wu has accumulated wealth that others could never experience in eight lifetimes, but he has also left behind many troubles beyond money.

However, as a CEO, talking too much on a daily basis might reduce employees' trust, so "Wu" had no choice but to turn to netizens in the virtual world to confide in.

He would chat with Wen Ying from time to time, mostly in the evenings.

Wu: "Why is there an endless stream of reports to read, documents to sign, meetings to attend, and subordinates to deal with in this world?"

Wen Yingying agreed with him, saying, "Yes."

Wu: "I really want to go back to my carefree childhood."

Full Cup Phuket Island: "Do you want to be a student? But students also have endless homework and exams, and they have to be prepared for teachers' criticism and leaders' inspections."

Wu: "...Never mind."

Wu: "My youth is gone."

Wen Ying tossed over a screenshot from Baidu Baike: "Don't underestimate yourself. You're only twenty-two. You're the youngest president in the group's history. Look at your face, handsome and full of collagen."

none:"……"

Wu: "What a great rhyme! I'm going to sing it!"

Full Cup Phuket Island: "Singing is also a good way to relieve stress."

Wu paused for a moment.

Wu: "Am I really that handsome? This photo... I'm not happy with the picture. Don't you think I look cold?"

Wen Ying took another look at the photo she had screenshotted and commented objectively, "A very normal expression."

"Wu" stopped talking and went offline under the pretext of being "too busy with work." Later, his "too busy with work" message appeared more frequently, and the blue and white bubbles visibly decreased.

Recently, the "Nurturing Sparks" feature was launched on social media platforms, and "Wu" has become active again in Wen Ying's contact list. They have nurtured a spark, like a fragile little life.

Wen Ying stared blankly at the spark icon at the end of the dialog box.

Wu: "You didn't tell me why you're unhappy."

Full Cup Phuket Island: "I don't know how to put it, it's a very complicated issue."

Wu: "Okay, we're just online friends, I shouldn't ask too many questions."

Wu: "You'd better seek help from people around you to solve your problems. After all, beauty is often right beside you, as long as you're willing to look up and discover it."

Full Cup of Phuket Island: "Your sentences also rhyme."

"Wu" stopped talking, its profile picture turned gray, and it returned to the busyness of the real world.

After interrupting her chat with "Wu", Wen Ying went to comfort Wen Sirang, who was still crying and making a scene. She asked Wen Sirang for two thousand yuan, and Wen Sirang sighed, "You still need me after all," turning his sorrow into joy.

Wen Ying was staring at the screen and laughing when a pair of sneakers suddenly appeared in her field of vision.

She slowly looked up and raised her head. Shen Zhu was standing in front of her, holding two ice cream cones.

"The second one is half price," Shen Zhu said, somewhat annoyed, "but I can't finish it all by myself."

Wen Yingcai didn't believe his nonsense about not being able to finish two ice creams. When Shen Zhu was in elementary school, he accepted a bet from a chubby boy. The two of them stood in front of the ice cream cart and had a competition, each eating an ice cream as if it were a gaping maw from an abyss.

Later, the chubby boy was hospitalized with vomiting and diarrhea. When he returned to school, he had lost a lot of weight. Shen Zhu, on the other hand, only had a bump on his forehead from being beaten by his parents. He sat on the podium, swinging his legs, and received the worship of the entire class of elementary school students.

"What should I do?" Shen Zhu's gaze drifted into the crowd, as if searching for other kind-hearted people who could help him.

Wen Ying didn't expose him: "If you don't mind, give me the other one."

Shen Zhu said, "I don't mind, that's great."

He then bent down and handed over the ice cream.