A live stream that dramatically transformed a depressed schoolgirl shocked netizens across the count

Ye Xingyu handed over the phone.

It's the number one trending topic in the city, with a title that's only one line long.

Beneath the flowering trees of Cangshan Mountain, it turns out there really is someone whose smile can captivate a city.

In the video, a Bai ethnic group procession marches past flowering trees, keeping time with the beat of drums.

Shen Qingci stood in the center of the crowd, her indigo dress billowing in the wind, the blue and white ribbon on her wrist swaying gently with her movements.

She misstepped half a beat, and as if she found it funny herself, she turned her head and suddenly smiled.

At that moment, a white petal falling from the flowering tree brushed just past her shoulder.

The comment section has already read over 100,000 comments.

[After seeing this woman smile, I won't be cursing her at 8 AM tomorrow.]

She wasn't just dancing; she was dancing back the youth I had lost.

Who took this picture? The angle makes it look like someone gave her all the light in the world.

[Just passing by? Can you take a picture that makes it look like "the moon has fallen into a pile of flowers"?]

Don't teach her to dance; even if she steps off-beat, she'll still navigate life more steadily than I have.

Shen Qingci reached for her phone.

Chen Lang raised his phone first.

"Top of the trending list, it has high commercial value."

"Delete it."

"I can't delete it." Chen Lang leaned back lazily in the rattan chair. "Netizens have already created a Cangshan fan club for you."

"Chen Lang".

Shen Qingci stood up, took a step forward, and reached out to grab it.

Chen Lang raised his arm another half inch, looked down at her, and had that smug smile on his lips.

"Student Shen, there's a procedure to taking a phone. First, submit an application, then have it reviewed by the client."

Su Niannian slapped her leg and laughed.

"Shen Qingci, just jump up and grab it! This guy deserves a good lesson with a spatula today."

"Su Dapao, violence cannot solve problems."

"I can solve your problem."

Shen Qingci stood in front of Chen Lang.

The firelight illuminated the faint beauty mark at the corner of her eye, and the stray hairs by her ears swayed gently in the night breeze.

She looked up, her tone calm.

Give it back to me.

Chen Lang looked down at her.

"Call me Brother Chen Lang, here you go."

Shen Qingci was silent for two seconds, then raised her hand to pinch his wrist.

Chen Lang smiled and dodged, but didn't raise his arm any higher.

"His temper has grown."

"I learned it from you."

"You've learned well."

He put his phone down, but instead of handing it over immediately, he tapped the "favorite" button below the video.

"I've saved the original video for you. It's high-definition, watermark-free, and I even edited it to only show your smile."

Shen Qingci took the phone and looked down to flip through the photo album.

An extra photo appears at the end of the video.

Under the flowering tree, she turned her head to look at the camera.

At the edge of the frame, there is only half a black windbreaker, a hand holding a phone, and a shadow elongated by the setting sun.

There are also notes below the photo.

Shen is publicly sharing his business records for the first time.

Shen Qingci looked up.

"Who told you to write this?"

"The photographer has the right to be credited."

"Delete it."

"This really can't be deleted."

Why?

Chen Lang raised his chin, his tone casual.

"The most valuable photo on my phone is the one I need to keep so it will appreciate in value later."

Shen Qingci held her phone, her lips pressed together.

After a moment, she lowered her eyes and added the photo to her favorites.

Chen Lang raised an eyebrow.

"Do customers approve of the product?"

Shen Qingci put her phone back in her pocket, turned around and sat back down by the charcoal stove.

"Leave evidence."

"What evidence?"

"It proves you were somewhat useful today."

Chen Lang leaned back in the rattan chair and chuckled softly.

"OK."

"I'll continue taking pictures for you tomorrow."

Shen Qingci flicked the blue and white cloth strip on her wrist, without looking at him.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow."

Ye Xingyu originally wanted to go over and read the comments.

Her phone lit up at that moment.

A notification popped up on the screen.

Starry Night Entertainment official teaser.

The night race at the Nine Bends of Cangshan Mountain has a countdown of 72 hours.

In the video, a dark purple modified supercar is parked on a mountain road at night.

Xiao Yunlong leaned against the car door, took off his sunglasses, and smiled broadly at the camera.

"The Nine Bends Night Race will be held in three days. My regular co-pilot will be Ye Xingyu, the Thousand-Faced Witch."

"Everyone will be very disappointed if I'm absent."

Ye Xingyu's fingertips froze.

She quickly slung her phone over the armrest of the wicker chair.

"It's nothing, just a Google notification."

Su Niannian was still watching Shen Qingci's videos, without even looking up.

"What a crappy thing, I'll have Chen Lang fix it for you later."

Ye Xingyu twitched the corner of her mouth.

"OK."

"We'll talk about it tomorrow."

In the charcoal stove, a piece of charcoal burned through.

Sparks splashed onto the wire mesh and then went out silently.

Shen Qingci sat on the other side, her gaze falling on Ye Xingyu's right hand, which was pressing down on her skirt.

That hand was clenched very tightly.

The skirt fabric was twisted into a bunch of wrinkles.

Shen Qingci got up and sat down next to her.

Ye Xingyu turned her head away.

"What's wrong?"

Shen Qingci did not touch the phone.

She simply and slowly untied the black sandalwood prayer beads from her wrist.

The beads slid into the palm of the hand.

The lamplight illuminated several old scars on her wrists that had healed over the years.

Ye Xingyu's breath hitched.

Shen Qingci lowered her eyes and spoke very softly.

When forced to do something, the first thing I always think of is enduring it.

"I'm afraid of troubling others, afraid of dragging others down with me, and afraid that if things get out of hand, I won't be able to handle the consequences."

The flame leaped up and flickered across her pale profile.

She looked up at Ye Xingyu.

"But you already said that."

"You must take back what is rightfully yours."

Ye Xingyu stared at the armrest of the rattan chair.

It took her a long time to turn her phone back.

Below the push notification, Xingyao Interactive Entertainment pinned a line of text.

Artists should fulfill their established work arrangements; refusal to cooperate will affect their future collaboration ratings.

She opened a chat window with the contact name "Long Shao's Assistant, A Biao".

Several new messages were at the top.

The penalty for breach of contract is 20 million; the company will pursue it to the fullest extent of the contract.

[I'll only be in the passenger seat for the night race three days later; let's not make things awkward.]

The last item is a photo.

The streets of Shanghai.

The small restaurant run by Su Niannian's parents had just opened. Su's father was bending over to move a basket of vegetables, while Su's mother stood at the door organizing the menu.

The camera was taken from across the street.

The bottom right corner of the photo displays the real-time shooting time.

Ye Xingyu's face turned pale instantly.

Immediately afterwards, A Biao sent another message.

[I have the address, sourcing route, and activity area all here.]

If you don't go, they won't feel safe staying in Shanghai either.

Su Niannian snatched the phone away.

My gaze swept over those few lines of text.

The spatula slipped from her knees, its metal edge striking the bluestone slab with a crisp sound.

"He threatened you with my parents?"

Ye Xingyu reached out to stop her.

"Niannian, don't act impulsively."

"Don't act impulsively?"

Su Niannian bent down, picked up the spatula, and turned to walk towards the courtyard gate.

"I'm going to find that guy surnamed Xiao right now!"

"He dared to stalk my parents, I'll smash his junk car to pieces!"

Bai Weiwei quickly stepped in front of her, pressing her hands on her shoulders.

"Niannian, don't rush."

"Xingyu, finish what you have to say, and let's think of a solution together."

Su Niannian gritted her teeth, her chest heaving violently.

Ye Xingyu raised her hand and clicked on an anonymous account.

It contains a video of an old game.

Under the cover of night, the dark purple supercar sped along the cliff face into a series of bends.

The tires rolled over the shoulder, and gravel rolled into the ditch.

The girl in the passenger seat was wearing a formal dress, and her face appeared pale in the car headlights.

Xiao Yunlong held the steering wheel with one hand and held up his phone with the other, pointing it at her face.

"Look at the camera."

"laugh."

The girl's lips twitched upwards stiffly.

A supercar drove onto the viewing platform.

Xiao Yunlong stepped on the brake, and the car door opened upwards.

He walked around to the passenger side, placed his hand lightly on the girl's waist, and led her to the front of the car.

Lights spread out at the foot of the mountain.

He put his arm around the girl's shoulder and raised his glass to the live stream camera.

"The night race at the Nine Bends was great; the cars were good, and the people were even better."

The screen was flooded with bullet comments and gift effects.

Ye Xingyu moved on to the next paragraph.

In the screenshot, a girl in a thin dress stands alone by the railing on the mountaintop, her arms wrapped around herself.

Xiao Yunlong sat on the hood of the car, waving his wine glass at the camera.

The title is—

The limited-edition female lead in Long Shao's Nine Bends.

Ye Xingyu's voice was hoarse.

"He chooses a co-driver every year."

"Running mountain trails, giving gifts, taking photos, and live streaming."

"Anyone who refused to wear the clothes he provided or to laugh according to the lines would be left stranded on the mountaintop by the motorcade."

"Their phones will be taken away by their assistant. There are no cars on the mountain, and no one dares to pick them up at night."

Su Niannian's hand, gripping the spatula, showed prominent veins on the back.

"brute."

Shen Qingci remained silent.

She simply reached out and grasped Ye Xingyu's icy hand.

The charcoal stove warmed their clasped hands.

This time, he can't mess with you.

"I'm going to kill him."