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

Wen Ying walked out of the store and stood at the escalator looking at the mall's map.

She rarely went out and wasn't good at finding her way around, so Ikeno asked her where she wanted to go and then led her there.

Walking down the street, Wen Ying couldn't help but ask curiously, "Where did you buy your furniture?"

"Yes," Ikeno replied. "Want to see?"

Without waiting for her reply, he handed her his phone, which showed pictures and descriptions of the furniture.

Wen Ying found it strange, but she still reached out and took it, lowering her eyes to examine it carefully.

She stood still, and Chi Ye stopped as well. The tall boy stood beside her, and the two of them looked at the palm-sized phone screen together.

Wen Ying flipped through the pictures page by page, then handed the phone back to Chi Ye. The boy looked at her with his eyes lowered, as if waiting for her to say something.

Perhaps she wanted some feedback from her. Wen Ying thought for a moment and commented, "Everything is fine, except I don't really like that bed. It looks too high, and I feel like there's a risk of falling off."

The dormitory bed was too high, and the partition was too low, so Wen Ying piled up a huge doll on the outer edge of the bed.

She prefers to sleep in a lower bed, preferably with soft carpets all around, so that even if she accidentally falls while turning over, she won't get hurt, and might not even wake up.

Ikeno, however, said with certainty, "I won't fall."

Wen Ying didn't discuss his preferences for beds with him too much, and then brought up a second point that contradicted Ikeno's aesthetic.

"That crystal chandelier seems a bit too big. Are you really going to put it in the bedroom? I feel like it will be too bright for your eyes."

Chino seemed thoughtful and agreed with her opinion: "I'll have someone switch them out."

He then prepared to contact the delivery person.

Wen Ying finished her sentence: "...But since we bought it, it'll look nice hanging in the living room."

Ikeno: "Okay, then I'll buy a new one for the bedroom."

Wen Ying looked at him strangely, as if to say, "Aren't you being a little too indecisive?"

She was easily swayed by rumors and wavered after only a few words.

A beep sounded in her mind, and the system, which had been silent for a while, suddenly popped up: [Current plot progress 30%, Wen Xiaoying, have you forgotten what will happen next?]

Wen Ying: [……]

She glanced at Chi Ye with a complicated expression. So all these things were prepared for her? No wonder he listened to her opinion so attentively.

But wait, he's already making preparations? They don't seem to have progressed to the point of living together yet, do they?

[If I remember correctly, Ikeno's affection for me is only 45...] It's not even half of the perfect 100.

Just like their current relationship, they are classmates who are slightly closer than ordinary people, but not even friends.

System: [Well, maybe some people just like to plan ahead? It's always good to be prepared.]

Wen Ying was unable to refute for a moment.

She looked at Chi Ye, who was completely unaware of her inner thoughts and was still carefully examining the bedroom ceiling light brochure sent by the merchant.

Perhaps sensing her lingering gaze, Ikeno handed her the phone again.

"Help me choose one," he said in a low voice.

Wen Ying didn't take it immediately. Whether out of spite or something else, she replied curtly, "Why should I choose? It's not like it's my room."

Her words carried a hint of defiance, and she regretted them as soon as she opened her mouth.

In fact, she didn't understand her own reaction at the moment. Perhaps she was troubled by the system's phrase "planning ahead", and felt a little resentful that Chi Ye was no different from other men, only making plans for his own selfish desires.

If the person standing next to him today wasn't her, but another conqueror from another time and space, would Ikeno, as the plot unfolds, become jealous when the other person is still entangled with their ex, then bind them to his side and lock them in a carefully prepared room?

Will he, like he is now, turn his head and lower his gaze, patiently asking questions, and then focus his attention on another person?

But then she thought again, what did Ikeno do wrong?

He was unaware that he was the one being pursued; he was simply shrouded in a sweet conspiracy, hopelessly falling in love with a soul that could see right through him.

“You chose a nice one.” Ikeno was still looking at her, and gave a rather unremarkable answer.

Wen Ying's thoughts kept shifting, but finally, realizing she didn't have the energy to keep contradicting herself, she resignedly took his phone: "I'll choose then."

Since I'll have to move in sooner or later anyway, I'll just choose one that looks good and is expensive.

Thinking too much is pointless; the present moment is what matters most.

Wen Ying bought her hat in less than five minutes at the boutique.

She doesn't have high requirements for this kind of thing; she just wants something that she can wear every day, and the color she chose is also very understated.

I also bought a keychain for Ikeno, a transparent crescent moon with a cartoon rabbit hanging from the edge, seemingly afraid of falling. It was inspired by Ikeno's still life portrait.

The design is so cute, it doesn't match the aloof and cool school heartthrob's appearance at all.

"Well, consider this payment for the meal you treated me to." Wen Ying rubbed her nose and explained.

She is not good at taking the initiative to show kindness to people, and seems rather reserved.

Chino fiddled with the keychain in her hand: "The meal is something I owe you."

Wen Ying: "Then consider it payment for the strawberry milk..."

Ikeno's voice betrayed a hint of doubt: "Isn't the drink included in the meal?"

His tone was very serious, and Wen Ying couldn't tell for a moment whether he was genuinely being polite or just teasing her.

So she looked up and glared at him, then held out her hand menacingly, saying, "Give it back if you don't want it."

Ikeno said, "Yes, I want it." In the blink of an eye, he took out a key and hung it up.

"Shall we go?" He put the keys back in his coat pocket and turned to ask.

Wen Ying then lifted her foot and walked out with him.

Taking the elevator down, the door to the first floor opened, and Ikeno pressed the button for the basement level.

Wen Ying asked him, "Aren't you going back to school?"

Ikeno said he had other things to take care of.

Wen Ying paused for a moment in front of the open elevator door, then understood. The "other things" that Chi Ye mentioned urgently needed to deal with were nothing more than returning to his residence outside the school, waiting for the furniture company to deliver the furniture, and then he would stay at home and spend the whole night carefully decorating the room.

"Want to come with me?" Ikeno suddenly asked out of the blue.

Wen Ying looked up and stared intently into those dark eyes for the second time. Chi Ye's eyes were always deep and unfathomable, but tonight they seemed to hold something different, as if a glint of light flashed across them, reflecting Wen Ying's own image.

The two stared at each other quietly, remaining silent for a long time.

Until a passerby squeezed into the elevator—

"Please give way."

Wen Ying put on her hat and stepped out of the elevator: "Maybe next time."