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

In the live stream room, several accounts with verified badges squeezed into the front row.

[The leader is Xiao Yunlong, a popular figure on outdoor platforms with millions of followers, and a regular in Shanghai's supercar scene.]

He occupies three of the top ten spots on the amateur time trial list for the Nine-Bend Bend. He can recite the braking points of the continuous bends with his eyes closed.

This guy doesn't follow the rules, but his driving skills are not to be underestimated. He's participated in over thirty night races, and the number of times he's lost can be counted on one hand.

A racing club account posted a lengthy review.

Xiao Yunlong makes a living based on his familiarity with the roads, his daring, and his modified vehicles. He can use the road shoulders to cut in front of the winding roads with their hairpin bends. Lang Ge is skilled at motorcycle riding and roadside assistance; switching to a four-wheeler might not be an advantage for him.

There are fewer jokes in the live chat.

Does Lang Ge drive a supercar?

Motorcycle racing and mountain time trials are two different things.

[The opponent chose to hold the match at the Nine Bends, clearly intending to use their home-field advantage to intimidate us.]

Xiao Yunlong leaned against the Lamborghini door with one hand, and A Biao bowed and handed him a wireless microphone.

Ten supercars adorned with extravagant decals lined up in a row, effectively cutting off the cobblestone road.

Several drivers dressed in haute couture leaned against the hood of the car, while reporters with cameras and microphones lined up on both sides, their lenses all pointed at Chen Lang.

"The race will be held at Jiuquwan in three days."

Xiao Yunlong raised his chin, pointing the microphone directly towards the mountaintop.

"Starting from the foot of the mountain, timing at the top. One person, one car; whoever crosses the finish line first wins."

"Chen Lang, do you dare to accept?"

Ah Biao clapped first, his hands making a loud clapping sound. The dozen or so anchors behind him followed suit, raising their phones above their heads, and the screens lit up in unison.

Xiao Yunlong flicked his wrist, pointing the microphone at Ye Xingyu.

"And you."

He pushed aside a reporter blocking his way and looked past the crowd.

"The company hasn't canceled your work assignment. On the day of the night race, you'll still be my regular co-pilot."

"Sit next to me and watch carefully how he loses."

Ye Xingyu's shoulders tensed, her breath caught in her chest, and she opened her mouth but couldn't make a sound.

Shen Qingci took a half-step to the side, blocking the camera that was being pushed towards him.

She didn't answer for Ye Xingyu, but simply placed her hand behind her back.

Ye Xingyu grabbed her wrist and steadied herself.

"A fixed front passenger seat?"

Su Niannian placed one foot on the edge of the step, and slapped the outside of her calf with the iron spatula in her hand, making a dull thud.

"You think this is like picking out car accessories, where you can just hang whatever you want on your car?"

Bai Weiwei had already led several children back to the entrance of the dye house, and then helped two elderly people around the exhaust pipe.

"Everyone, get under the eaves and stay away from those cars. Don't get hit by their chassis."

Gu Qingshang held up his phone and took pictures all the way from the back of the convoy to the archway.

The license plates, parking locations, and media badges of all ten vehicles were included in the original footage.

Chen Lang didn't even glance at the gold-embossed challenge letter that A Biao handed him.

His deep black eyes looked past the crowd and landed on the blue brick wall to the right of the archway.

A red metal sign with white lettering was nailed there.

"Fire exit, do not block it."

Ten supercars blocked the entire exit.

The lead Lamborghini's adjustable exhaust valves are open, and its wheels extend beyond the fenders.

The two vehicles behind were equipped with flip-up license plate frames, with most of the numbers obscured. Several vehicles also lacked registration markings on their tow hooks and side skirts.

Chen Lang lowered his hand and tapped two short and one long mark on the seam of his trousers with the back of his hand.

Shen Qingci released Ye Xingyu, took out his phone, and took photos of the scene as evidence.

Shen Qingci raised the camera.

"Sister Qing Shang, start from the fire safety sign and record the panoramic view again, without stopping in the middle."

Gu Qingshang walked to the sign.

The camera pans along the red lettering across the convoy, past the blocked parade flower stands, and stops on the other side of the exit.

"The original footage is 3 minutes and 12 seconds long, showing 10 cars blocking the only vehicle exit. There were elderly people, children, shopkeepers, and festival parade groups at the scene."

She gave the date and location and sent the video to Shen Qingci.

Chen Lang then took two steps toward Xiao Yunlong.

"Let me ask you a few questions."

He wore his signature nonchalant smile as he stared into Xiao Yunlong's eyes.

Xiao Yunlong took off his reflective sunglasses and hung them on the zipper of his racing suit.

"What? Trying to stall for time?"

Chen Lang ignored him and instead raised his toes and stomped on the ground.

"Which level of government approved the vehicle access permit for the festival area?"

The soles of the shoes made a sound as they scraped against the floor tiles.

"Show me the temporary road closure permit."

"Where are the modification registration records for these cars: the track wheels, full exhaust systems, and those flip-up license plate holders?"

The reporters nearby sensed the shift in the situation and immediately turned all their cameras around to point at Xiao Yunlong.

Ah Biao's expression changed, and he quickly moved closer, lowering his voice to remind him.

"Young Master Long, don't take this question yet. The company's legal department didn't instruct us on this—"

Xiao Yunlong pushed him away, and A Biao stumbled and crashed into the car door next to him.

"Do I, Xiao Yunlong, need to report to anyone when I park my car here?"

He stepped onto a festival flyer that had somehow appeared out of nowhere, the rough sole of his racing shoes crushing the paper into the mud.

"How much is this lousy road worth? If you scratch a single brick, I'll pay ten times the original price."

Under the eaves, the drummer puts the mallets back on the drum stand.

The vendor selling Liangxia (a type of cold dessert) picked up his glass jar and retreated into his shop. Several villagers in the parade took out their phones and pointed them at Xiao Yunlong.

Chen Lang raised his chin.

"Is everything recorded?"

Shen Qingci nodded.

The original documents have been archived.

She packaged the video of the road obstruction, vehicle details, Xiao Yunlong's complete response, along with location data and a reliable timestamp, and submitted them to the festival security, traffic management reporting, and fire hazard reporting platforms, respectively.

After the three receipt numbers were entered into the database, Gu Qingshang added a list of media outlets.

"Eight self-media accounts, two racing club accounts, and three commercial photography teams."

The camera then focused on Ah Biao's work badge dangling from his chest.

At the very bottom of the plastic sign, a row of Song typeface characters stands out prominently: Xingyao Interactive Entertainment Live Streaming Promotion Center.

Ah Biao hurriedly raised his arm and vaguely covered his chest with his palm.

"What are you filming for! Don't you understand the violation of portrait rights?!"

Shen Qingci took a half step back expressionlessly and zoomed in with the wide-angle lens.

Ah Biao's disheveled attempts to cover up, the six-digit employee number peeking out from the edge of his work ID, and the totem of the winding night race on the backdrop—all of these are framed within the original film.

A photographer in the back, oblivious to the danger, shouted loudly.

"Quickly move the main camera of the Star Package to the left! The sponsor requires that Long Shao and Ye Xingyu appear in the same frame!"

The distorted voice penetrated the microphone and was transmitted uninterrupted to the ears of more than two million online viewers.

Ye Xingyu slowly raised her head.

She stared at A Biao's work ID, and the five fingers that had been gripping Shen Qingci's wrist gradually loosened their grip.

Then, she took out her phone from her small bag and swiped her index finger to switch to video recording mode.

Chen Lang turned his head and glanced at her.

Ye Xingyu took a deep breath of the cool air from Cangshan Mountain and straightened her chest.

"I can stand on my own."

Shen Qingci moved aside by half a body length, still standing within reach of her.

Chen Lang turned his gaze back to Xiao Yunlong, and the nonchalant look in his eyes deepened.

While organizing the Star Glory tournament chain last night, he was still pondering the side quest for Ye Xingyu that the system would release.

Shen Qingci took the initiative to approach Ye Xingyu, but could only help her take the first step out of the mud.

If you really want her to stand up, you have to tear up that opaque contract that's been weighing on her head.

Before they could even find a breakthrough, Xiao Yunlong had already arrived in front of the live broadcast camera with his modified car, the organizers, the publicity team, and the media list.

Chen Lang's lips slowly curled up as his gaze swept over the row of supercars.

"Today, you've brought the modified cars, the organizers, the publicity team, and the media list all into the live broadcast."

He pointed to the row of supercars.

"Ten cars, enough to fill two rows of evidence cabinets."

Xiao Yunlong handed the microphone to A Biao, pulled out the challenge letter, and threw it at Chen Lang's feet.

"Checking the procedures, finding the whistleblower, we've gone through such a long and complicated process."

"Ultimately, you're afraid to go up the winding road."

The media pressed forward, their microphones booming over the crowd.

Xiao Yunlong put his sunglasses back on.

"You don't even have a car, what are you going to use to run with me?"

Chen Lang lifted his Martin boots to press down the challenge letter that had been pushed under the car by the wind.

"A supercar?"

He glanced down at the night race sign on the paper.

"I don't actually have any." Ah Biao grabbed the microphone and waved to the media behind him.

"Did you hear that? Chen Lang admitted himself that he doesn't have a car."

"Change the hashtag to 'Chen Lang Avoids Battle at Jiuquwan,' and the on-site video will be released immediately!"

Several anchors were editing the video with their heads down, and Chen Lang had already looked up when they had only typed half of the title.

"The only things I can move around here are a 52-ton heavy truck and a grocery delivery vehicle."

He removed the sole of his shoe from the challenge letter.

"If a heavy truck runs you over, you're done for; if a Black Knight speeds by, you won't even see its taillights. Whichever one you bring out, it's like bullying a disabled person."

The square paused for a moment.

Su Niannian turned her head away, her shoulders shaking several times, unable to suppress her laughter.

"Remember to let me know when the heavy trucks participate in the competition, I'll bring a pot to pick up the trucks."

"What kind of vehicles do you collect?"

"Flatten it and melt it down to make a pot for the courtyard."

Bai Weiwei grabbed her arm and dragged her toward the stall.

"Say less. He brought ten cars; leave one for him to go home."

In the live stream, the screen was completely covered by comments.

A 52-ton heavy truck was selected for the competition, which was changed to a vehicle scrapping test.

[Black Knight: While grocery shopping, I casually broke the record for the most winding roads.]

[Xiao Yunlong led a convoy to block the gate, but Brother Lang simply ordered the convoy to be sent to a junkyard.]

[Don't laugh yet, Xiao Yunlong's maneuvering on the winding road is indeed impressive.]