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

Xiao Yunlong snatched the microphone from A Biao's hand, tapped the end against his watch, and the metallic sound entered the recording equipment.

"The route was decided long ago, a winding path."

He pointed to the mountaintop, the sponsor stickers on his racing suit reflecting the sunlight.

"If Chen Lang wants to run, he'll run according to my rules. Changing to the standard track or the closed test track doesn't count."

Qin Feng braced himself against the carbon fiber worktable, causing the ice cubes in his iced Americano to bump against the glass twice. Just as he was about to reply, Chen Lang raised his hand and stopped him from speaking.

"Overseas vehicles do not need to be transferred."

"Master, you choose." Qin Feng held the tablet in front of him. "You can have any of the ones that work in this warehouse. Just drive whichever one looks good to you."

Chen Lang's gaze passed over the Pagani, McLaren, and Ferrari, stopping at the back of the garage.

"Pose the camera to the left."

Qin Feng rotated the flat plate.

A black Yangwang U9 filled the live stream's split screen. The front of the car was positioned within the workstation lines, the gold wheels were locked with wheel chocks, and the charging gun was connected to the left side of the car.

The monitoring screen next to it displays the status of four motors, and the suspension travel diagram changes up and down with the self-test program.

Qin Feng raised an eyebrow.

"U9?"

"That's it."

Chen Lang tapped the screen.

"It's a factory-made car with all the necessary paperwork, so it's legal to drive on the road. This will prevent someone from making excuses about the wheel nuts after losing."

A few laughs escaped from the square.

Xiao Yunlong stared at the U9, his tongue brushing against the side of his cheek.

"With four rows of track cars right there, are you going to pick a domestically produced electric car that's famous for its stationary jumps?"

Chen Lang turned his face away. Stray hairs covered his brow bone, and the black earring in his left ear reflected the morning light.

"Your understanding of it is limited to that short video from the press conference?"

He walked to the Lamborghini and touched the outside of the front wheel with the tip of his shoe. The tire pressed against the seam of the cobblestones, with petals curled up by the exhaust pipes nearby.

"The winding road stretches for 27 kilometers, with straight sections making up only 30%. Continuous slopes, reverse curves, wetlands, and narrow bridge joints—which of these can be tackled by sheer speed?"

"The U9 is heavy, which will cause it to lose time on long straights, and I accept that."

Chen Lang stepped over the grooves in the stone slab, his shoes kicking up a few drops of water.

"Each of the four motors controls one wheel. If one wheel slips, the torque is sent to the wheel that can grip the road. The Yunlian-X controls the vehicle's posture. When navigating these undulating sections, the tires must be firmly planted on the ground before we can even talk about cornering."

He gestured with his chin toward the split-screen live stream.

"Lifting the car body at the press conference is a way of showcasing our control capabilities."

"When it drives into the hairpin bend, it doesn't need to put on a show. Four tires off the ground, that's enough."

Several racing commentators were looking down at their screens, checking information. The manufacturer's official website was brought up, displaying information on four independent motors for each wheel, vehicle attitude control, and suspension adjustment range.

The anchor who had previously spoken up for Xiao Yunlong shut up and refocused the gimbal on the U9.

Chen Lang looked at Xiao Yunlong.

"You used 37 practice runs to pressure me, so I'll pick a car that can handle this road."

He pointed at the challenge letter in the muddy water.

"Want to see me drive a four-wheeler? Here you go."

The number of viewers in the live stream exceeded four million, and comments scrolled up from the bottom of the screen.

[The four rows of imported track cars remained unchanged; Brother Lang really chose the U9!]

[Accept the weight disadvantage first; that's what it means to choose a car based on road conditions.]

[Xiao Yunlong memorized the map thirty-seven times, and Lang Ge picked out the problem-solving tools on the spot.]

[A domestically produced supercar traversing a winding road – this is about to generate huge online buzz.]

The vehicle issue has been resolved; now the event organizers need to handle the paperwork.

Qin Feng placed the iced Americano on the table and patted the U9 test report.

"Sir, this car just had its factory inspection last month, and it's in its original factory condition, untouched. The tire mileage is 186 kilometers, and the reports for the battery, brakes, suspension, and four motors are all available."

He turned and gestured to the technician.

"Chassis scan, seal numbering, ready for loading."

The people in the garage split up and went their separate ways.

Two technicians removed the charging gun and wheel chocks, and the testing frame was pushed over from the side of the workstation. The enclosed transport vehicle reversed into the warehouse, the hydraulic tailgate lowered, and the guide rails unfolded according to the U9 wheelbase.

The daytime running lights illuminate, and the U9's body rises. The left front wheel and right rear wheel alternately leave the testing platform, and the body is steadily positioned in the center of the workstation. The suspension data on the screen changes synchronously, with force diagrams for each of the four wheels displayed on either side.

Qin Feng took the tablet from the technician and placed the vehicle identification number, original factory certificate, and insurance status in front of the camera.

"I'll handle vehicle authorization, transportation, testing, and pre-race support."

"The driver hasn't changed, and the route is the same as yours. The four-wheeled vehicle you requested is already on the transport pallet."

He turned the tablet around, and the camera, thousands of kilometers away, was aimed at Xiao Yunlong.

"It's your turn to hand in your homework."

"Road closure approvals, event registration, vehicle insurance, rescue plans, fire safety measures, and personnel lists are all reviewed by a third party."

Qin Feng opened another folder. The timekeeping team, vehicle inspection engineers, medical team, towing vehicles and equipment numbers were arranged in a table, with personnel professional information attached to the back of each column.

"An independent timer, vehicle inspection equipment, and rescue team will accompany the vehicle. A copy each of the starting point, destination, route location, and vehicle data will be kept."

He picked up the U9 car keys and waved them in front of the camera twice.

"You've run it thirty-seven times. The thirty-eighth time you'll have a few more timers, but you won't be unable to step on the gas."

The livestreamers beside the square exchanged glances.

One driver bent down and kicked away the petals from the edge of his shoe. Another man went around to the back of the car, intending to touch the flip card holder, but Gu Qingshang's phone had already followed. His hand stopped halfway and could only be pressed back into his trouser seam.

Xiao Yunlong held the microphone, the veins on the back of his hand supporting his skin.

"You think you can take over my race just by bringing a car and a few people?"

"take over?"

Qin Feng slapped the car keys back onto the table.

"I'm not interested in your vice president who made the deposit."

"If you want to race with my coach, I'll fix up the track and make sure everything is in order. You win your race, and I'll protect my people."

"Whoever jumps the gun, whoever deviates from the approved route, whoever tampers with vehicle data—the records will speak for them."

Xiao Yunlong tensed his jaw for a few seconds, then raised his finger and pointed to the U9 in the split screen of the live stream.

"Right at the bend of the Yangtze River."

"Chen Lang will drive this car, and I'll drive my own. We'll start at the foot of the mountain, start timing at the top, and the first person to cross the finish line wins."

He pressed the microphone to his mouth.

"I will complete the formalities."

Chen Lang glanced at the watch face.

The estimated arrival time for traffic control and fire department personnel is only two minutes away.

"Road closure, vehicle inspection, and roadside assistance have all passed the review. I'll take the job."

Ah Biao took a step forward, and the microphone almost hit his chin.

"With four million viewers watching, explain yourself clearly, or will you accept the offer?"

"I accepted it."

The two words landed on the microphone stick, the live stream comments paused for a moment, and then covered the entire screen.

[Accepted!]

[Three days later at the Nine Bends, U9 vs. Lamborghini!]

Hand over the permits first; don't treat a public mountain road like your own backyard.

[Xiao Yunlong wanted home-court advantage, but Lang Ge even gave him that.]

Ye Xingyu's phone sank downwards.

The words "Nine Bends" echoed in her ears. She had spent two years in Xingyao's event promotion group, forwarding time trial rankings for Xiao Yunlong and editing videos of him running in the mountains.

Those shots will be deleted, removing the out-of-control and retake shots, leaving only the fastest one. But the braking points, driving lines, and road condition memories left from the thirty-seven practice runs cannot be erased.

She grabbed Shen Qingci's sleeve, her grip tightening.

"Sister Qingci, we can't let him go."

Shen Qingci turned around to block the camera from being pushed in from the side.

Why?

"The story of 'Young Master Long running the winding road' wasn't made up by the company."

Ye Xingyu held her breath in her throat, uttering a sentence and then pausing.

"He has a professional team that follows him around, and they take apart the data after each run. They record which sections have water accumulation, which bends allow him to drive on the shoulder, and even what time the fog starts at night."

She looked up at Chen Lang.

Chen Lang remained leaning against the stone steps, his hands in his jacket pockets, his face showing no sign of haste.

As he flipped through the vehicle data pages in the split-screen live stream, he occasionally spoke, asking about the condition of the tires, brakes, and suspension.

Ye Xingyu loosened her grip on Shen Qingci's sleeve, then grabbed her own skirt.

"This whole thing started because of me. He didn't have to go through all that trouble for me."

"Xiao Yunlong wants to force more than just you."

Shen Qingci followed her gaze.

"He can get you on board with a contract today, but he'll find someone else tomorrow."

Ye Xingyu shook her head.

"But Chen Lang didn't take that route. If something happens to him, how will I repay him?"

The Buddhist prayer beads on Shen Qingci's wrist weighed down the blue and white cloth strip. She remained silent for a moment, then stepped over a stone step and stood in front of Ye Xingyu.

"When he saves people, he never asks anyone what they will give in return."

She looked at Chen Lang.

The rip currents at sea, the ropes beneath the cliffs, and the mountain path from last night all receded from behind that carefree figure, leaving only the image of him meticulously checking the rules before agreeing.

"He wouldn't risk his life to prove anything for anyone."

Shen Qingci grasped Ye Xingyu's wrist and pulled open the skirt that Ye Xingyu had been clutching.

"Since Chen Lang agreed, he must be absolutely certain."

Ye Xingyu's lips moved slightly.

Shen Qingci met her gaze, her voice steady.

"Trust him."

Chen Lang turned his head and glanced in this direction, raising an eyebrow.

"Shen, what kind of class are you giving behind my back?"

Shen Qingci did not avoid his gaze.

"Teach her how to judge people."

How are tuition fees calculated?

"Deduct it from your account."

"OK."

Chen Lang chuckled.

"This course has good taste."

Ye Xingyu finally exhaled the air that had been building up in her chest.

She steadied her phone again and recorded the U9 test footage, the competition review criteria, and Chen Lang's answers into the original video.

Xiao Yunlong pulled open the collar of his racing suit and tapped the roof of the car twice with the microphone.

"Just have the guts. Don't come up with an excuse in three days."

He turned and took two steps, then suddenly stopped.

As if he had received a prior signal, Ah Biao immediately handed him another microphone.

Xiao Yunlong turned around, his gaze behind his sunglasses passing over the ten supercars and fixing on Chen Lang's face again.

"However, with over four million people watching, simply ranking them by order is rather boring."

"We need to add a lucky charm."