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

Xiao Yunlong took off his sunglasses, twirled the temples twice in his palm, and then rested them against his chin.

"Using speed as an excuse shows you don't understand mountain roads at all."

He walked up to the Lamborghini, slapped the hood, and the residual heat, along with the smell of gasoline, wafted towards the stall.

"The entire Jiuquwan route is 27 kilometers long, with 19 sets of continuous sharp bends, 6 reverse slopes, and straight sections only account for 30% of the route."

"What truly determines performance is brake distribution, cornering traction, and tire temperature."

Xiao Yunlong raised his hand and pointed to the mountaintop.

"The road surface is sandy, there's always standing water near the wetlands, and there are broken seams before the narrow bridge. When two-wheeled vehicles enter a series of bends, you need to leave room for the vehicle to correct its course. No matter how high your motorcycle's top speed is, you'll have to ease off the throttle here."

"I drove the winding road thirty-seven times. I remember exactly which sections of the road surface bounced, which sections of the guardrail had loose gravel on the outside, and how many meters ahead I should brake at each point."

His index finger turned towards Chen Lang.

"You came up on a motorcycle, and you couldn't even catch up with my brake lights."

Several racing commentators pushed the gimbal forward, and the camera bypassed Chen Lang, focusing on the front of the Lamborghini.

"Young Master Long's words hold water."

"The four-wheel drive has an advantage in terms of grip area and correction space in continuous bends. The winding road includes wetlands, narrow bridges and reverse slopes, so the Black Knight's top speed cannot be utilized."

"If the time is measured from the foot of the mountain to the top, the motorcycle will be at a disadvantage."

Ah Biao bent down to pick up the challenge letter, shaking off the dirt and grime from the edge of the paper. He took two steps forward and handed the gold-embossed cover to Chen Lang's chest.

"Chen Lang, either find a four-wheeled vehicle, or admit defeat in front of the live stream."

"Don't use hovering spheres, heavy trucks, and rescue experience to gild your reputation. Without those devices, what do you have left?"

Chen Lang did not accept the challenge.

He flipped his wrist and glanced at the watch face. The second hand moved past the mark, the mechanical sound drowned out by the surrounding shutter sounds.

"Thirteen minutes left."

Ah Biao's hand, holding the challenge letter, froze in mid-air.

"What thirteen minutes?"

"A joint receipt from traffic management and fire departments."

Chen Lang turned to the side, revealing a red sign on the brick wall.

Fire lanes must not be obstructed.

Ten supercars blocked the exit, with the lead Lamborghini pressing down on a festival flyer. The flip-up license plate holders on two of the cars were still on, and the exhaust pipes of the car behind were still spewing heat.

Chen Lang raised his chin.

"The platform is expected to arrive in thirteen minutes."

"Go on. Modifying vehicles, obscuring license plates, blocking fire lanes, and obstructing festival parades—all of these have been recorded."

He glanced at A Biao's Xingyao Interactive Entertainment employee ID on his chest.

"After we talk a few more words about the event organization, I can make a table of contents from this document."

The cameras surrounding the front row were moved slightly.

A driver turned and walked to the back of his car, his hand touching the flip-up license plate holder. Just as he was about to flip it back into place, Gu Qingshang's phone camera turned away.

"Please maintain the current state of affairs."

She stood beside the stone steps, her tone calm and steady.

"The original footage has already been uploaded. Any changes made now will be included in the next recording."

The driver withdrew his hand and rubbed the sole of his shoe back and forth on the stone slab twice.

Xiao Yunlong puffed out his cheeks and raised his hand to signal the media to keep pressing forward.

"Don't let him change the subject."

"Get the hashtag 'Avoid War' trending. Make it clear in the title that Chen Lang only dares to hide behind his livestreaming equipment and the reporting platform—"

The live stream footage was mostly obscured by starship effects.

User "Qin Feng" has gifted 10 Carnival items.

User "Qin Feng" initiated a video call request.

The donation notifications stacked up along the screen, and the top spot on the live stream leaderboard was occupied by only one name.

Su Niannian glanced down at her phone, clapping the spatula twice in her palm.

"Has the top-ranking young master come smelling the scent?"

Chen Lang answered the call.

The screen is divided into two.

The other end is covered with gray epoxy flooring, and the metal walls are covered with track layout maps, finisher plaques and race licenses.

Tires, toolboxes, and data equipment are piled up next to the carbon fiber workbench, and four rows of vehicles are parked along the ground markings.

At the very front were a Pagani Huayra R, a McLaren Senna GTR, a Ferrari FXX K Evo, and an Aston Martin Valkyrie AMR Pro.

In the rear independent workstation, a black Yangwang U9 is connected to charging equipment.

The monitoring screen continuously scrolls through the status of the four motors, suspension travel, and battery temperature.

Qin Feng was dressed in a custom-made racing suit, his silver-gray hair falling over his forehead, and the obsidian earring in his right ear reflected the garage ceiling light.

He was holding an iced Americano in one hand, with half of his body leaning into the camera lens.

"Sir, why didn't you contact me if you needed a four-wheeled vehicle?"

He grabbed the testing tablet and scanned it around the garage.

"Pick anything you like here."

"You choose the vehicle, and I'll arrange closed-loop transportation. Engineers, spare parts, tires, and the technical team will travel with the vehicle. If it's not driving well, I'll bring in more from overseas garages."

The cameras in the square turned around, all pointing their lenses at the live broadcast.

Several drivers who had been leaning against the supercar lowered their arms, and one of them, after seeing the membership card on the garage wall, immediately looked down and sent a message to Xiao Yunlong.

The viewers in the live chat also recognized the garage.

[Huayra R's collection number can be found; the registered owner's surname is Qin.]

[Heir to the Qin family's holding company, Crown Apex permanent member, account verification just updated.]

[International racing licenses and endurance race finisher badges hang on the wall; this garage is not open to the public.]

[Xiao Yunlong asked Lang Ge what was left, and the top-ranked player immediately brought over four rows of cars.]

This isn't a declaration of war; it's clearly a delivery of supplies.

Xiao Yunlong looked down at the message, his sunglasses pressing into his palm.

"Young Master Qin."

He moved the microphone to his mouth, lowering his chin slightly.

"This is a challenge between Chen Lang and me. The Shanghai Pinnacle Supercar Club is involved in organizing the event, and I serve as its vice president. By bringing in a car from outside, you've broken the rules of the industry."

Qin Feng placed the iced Americano on the metal tabletop. The ice cubes hit the side of the glass, making a few crisp sounds.

"The pinnacle of Shanghai?"

He swiped open the tablet and brought up the club's business registration information and membership system.

"The main business is selling cars, renting venues, and securing brand collaborations. The annual fee is 600,000 yuan, and you can become a vice president if you meet the spending requirements."

Qin Feng pushed the page in front of the camera.

"Can a clubhouse title bought with money really be used to block race vehicles?"

Xiao Yunlong gripped the microphone tightly.

"We have a registered team and have participated in races."

"How many have you participated in?" Qin Feng asked.

"Provide the event name, license category, and annual points."

Xiao Yunlong did not speak.

Ah Biao moved forward half a step to block the camera from the side.

"This is a timed event for unofficial mountain trails, and it has nothing to do with professional points."

Chen Lang leaned against the stone steps and raised his hand towards Qin Feng.

"Let's put the club aside for now."

"Adjust his standard track performance time."

Qin Feng immediately sat up straight and switched the tablet in his hand to the public timekeeping database.

When you enter Xiao Yunlong's name in the search bar, both sets of data are dragged into the same table.

"Harbour International Circuit, same car model, same group weather, same tire specifications."

"Xiao Yunlong's best lap time is 1 minute 51.96 seconds."

"A professional coach of the same model, 1 minute and 46.20 seconds."

Qin Feng tapped the screen with his car key.

"Five seconds and seventy-six seconds off."

The anchor on the side of the square looked down and searched; the publicly available database gave the same result.

Qin Feng continued scrolling down.

"Dongzhou Circuit, slick tire category. He's 4.7 seconds short of the club's Class A standard."

"Certified tournament points: zero."

"Professional driver's license? No."

A racing commentator raised the gimbal and aimed the camera at Xiao Yunlong.

"Young Master Long, which license were you referring to when you advertised yourself as a professional race car driver?"

Xiao Yunlong's teeth pressed against the inside of his mouth, and the microphone casing made a squeezing sound in his palm.

Ah Biao quickly blocked the question.

"Today we'll only talk about the Nine Bends! Young Master Long has consistently ranked in the top ten on the Nine Bends folk time trial list, an achievement that no one can erase."

Chen Lang glanced at the two sets of lap times on the screen.

"I've driven the same road 37 times, and I can recite all the potholes, puddles, and surveillance camera locations by heart."

"Once you get to a standard track, braking consistency, line control, and tire management are all part of the timing system, so familiarity with the track can help less."

Qin Feng leaned back against the worktable.

"To put it bluntly, I've been farming the same map thirty-seven times."

Su Niannian tapped the stone steps with a spatula.

"I even chose a room that I built myself."

The comments in the live stream overshadowed the discussions about the car models.

[Playing the same map 37 times, I lost rank every time I changed tracks.]

[I thought he was a professional race car driver, but it turns out he's a vice president with an annual fee of 600,000.]

【Young Master Long, stop hiding it and show me your license.】

[The winding road was actually his comfort zone.]