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

The air conditioning in the atrium on the first floor of the mall was running very loudly.

The incandescent light shone on the smooth marble floor tiles, giving off a cold, hard white glow.

Chen Lang was dressed in black overalls, and his steps were very steady.

Shen Qingci followed half a step to his side.

She walked barefoot on the cold floor tiles, her toes curling slightly inward from the cold, and the hem of her skirt was still covered with yellow mud from the riverbank.

Chen Lang glanced around, didn't stop walking, and turned directly into a sports brand store next door.

When he got to the women's shoe section, he pulled a pair of white running shoes off the shelf with one hand and threw them, box and all, at the girl's feet.

"Put them on, the floor tiles are dirty."

Shen Qingci paused for a moment, then reached out to support herself on the shelf next to her and put her feet into her shoes.

The size is exactly as described.

Chen Lang hadn't even looked at the label on the shoebox, let alone asked her what size she wore.

A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

The two took the escalator to the second floor and headed straight for the outdoor equipment area.

Chen Lang's eyes swept across the shelves, and with swift movements, top-of-the-line windbreakers, quick-drying T-shirts, and softshell pants were pulled out one after another.

He turned around, grabbed a sun hat, and tossed it into his shopping basket.

Xiao Liu, the sales assistant at the next counter, moved closer to Shen Qingci.

"Miss, this light purple softshell jacket is a new color this year, would you like to try it on?"

Shen Qingci didn't even blink.

Xiao Liu was rebuffed and went back to mutter to his colleague.

"Is this girl mentally ill? She doesn't say a word, and her skirt is covered in mud. Is she some kind of mentally ill person who was kidnapped by some thugs...?"

Bang!

The shopping basket full of clothes slammed heavily onto the checkout counter.

The entire counter area fell silent for a moment.

Chen Lang turned and walked away, but stopped half a step when he passed by Xiao Liu.

"Watch your mouth. Before you call someone sick next time, look in the mirror and see if you deserve to earn this money."

Xiao Liu opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a sound for a long time.

Chen Lang had already led the girl out of the store.

Diagonally opposite is the even larger APEX·极, a top-tier outdoor flagship store.

Store manager Sister Zhao stood behind the counter, watching the boy in black overalls come in and buy a lot of goods.

He was moving extremely fast, but half of his attention was clearly focused on what was behind him.

As they passed a row of windbreakers, the girl behind them slowed down a bit.

Shen Qingci raised her finger, her fingertip touching the fabric of the gray-blue windbreaker, before quickly withdrawing her hand.

Chen Lang, who was walking ahead, stopped.

Without saying a word, he turned back, grabbed the garment, glanced at the size S label, and tossed it into his shopping basket.

Further on, Shen Qingci glanced at a pair of waterproof hiking boots.

Chen Lang turned back, took it, and threw it into the basket.

A sun hat with a face shield.

Her gaze lingered for an extra second.

Another hat appeared in the basket.

Sister Zhao was stunned, holding the barcode scanner.

Throughout the entire process, the guy didn't ask "Do you want it?" once, nor did he wait for her to make any sales pitch.

Anything that the girl's gaze lingers on for even a second longer will inevitably end up in her basket the next second.

Shen Qingci followed behind, her fingers gradually loosening their grip on the paper bag.

For twelve years, whatever she wanted, she was met with her mother's stern rebukes, who told her to buy whatever she wanted after the college entrance exam.

But now, some people don't even ask questions and just pay for everything she's seen.

This unreasonable favoritism quietly created a crack in the desolate ruins deep within her heart.

Five large shopping bags were piled up in front of the checkout counter.

After scanning the last item, Sister Zhao swallowed hard.

"Sir, that's a total of 47,320 yuan."

Chen Lang took out his newly bought Starry Night Black phone.

Tap three times rapidly in quick succession in a hidden location in the bottom right corner of the screen.

"Whoosh—" The screen image changed abruptly.

All the usual icons instantly disappeared, and a pure black geek interface popped up, with a hexagonal ice-blue cursor rotating in the center.

Chen Lang quickly typed a line of commands with one hand.

The screen glows faintly: [The right cargo compartment has entered receiving mode. Temporary authorization valid for ten minutes.]

Pressing the lock screen button and putting his phone back in his pocket, Chen Lang turned his head to look at Sister Zhao.

"Please take these bags to parking space C-3 in the east-side surface parking lot. The car door will open automatically; just put the items inside."

Sister Zhao nodded mechanically, loaded the five large bags into the mall cart, and walked towards the side door.

A few minutes later, Sister Zhao called, her voice trembling.

"Sir...that car of yours...Holy crap! Isn't that a Mercedes Arros 8x8?! My husband is a heavy truck enthusiast, I absolutely can't be mistaken!"

Sister Zhao was swallowing hard on the other end of the line, her speech getting faster and faster.

"But this one is bigger than any I've ever seen! It's all matte black, and its eight off-road tires are taller than me! As soon as I got closer, a ring of blue lights lit up under the vehicle, and then the armored side hatch opened by itself... Sir, this vehicle must be worth at least tens of millions, right? I feel like I'm not delivering goods, but delivering supplies to the military region..."

Chen Lang put one hand in his pocket, his tone indifferent.

"It's for delivering vegetables. Don't worry, just put your things in, and it will close automatically in ten minutes."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Qingci looked into his pocket.

When she heard the words "vegetable deliveryman," the right corner of her mouth lifted up almost imperceptibly.

The sixth floor houses a large supermarket.

The lighting was warm yellow, and the area between the shelves was sparsely populated after 10 p.m.

Chen Lang pushed the metal shopping cart ahead.

Shampoo, shower gel, compressed towels, disposable underwear, travel storage bags—just pick out the brands and throw them directly into the car.

Shen Qingci walked to the left of the shopping cart.

She took a larger stride than when she first entered the mall.

The two walked past the snack aisle.

Chen Lang was looking at the ingredient list of the whole wheat bread, his back to the aisle.

Shen Qingci stopped in her tracks.

She stood in front of a row of dried fruit shelves, looking straight ahead at the second shelf.

There was a row of freeze-dried strawberries in pink plastic packaging.

The left hand, which had been hanging at the side, was slowly raised.

My hand stopped in mid-air when my fingertips were still three centimeters above the packaging bag.

At the other end of the aisle, a high school boy was squatting on the bottom shelf, rummaging through the potato chips, watching this scene through the gap between the two rows of shelves.

The girl stretched out her hand, then pulled it back.

Then, press down with your fingers and pinch the edge of the packaging bag.

She picked up the bag of dried strawberries, turned around, and put it in the corner at the bottom of the shopping cart.

Chen Lang, who was standing in front of her, still had his back to her.

Chen Lang didn't move his hand holding the bread, but gently rubbed the packaging twice with the pad of his thumb.

He turned around, walked to the shelf next to him, and grabbed three bags of dried fruit with one hand.

Dried mango, dried cranberries, and coconut flakes.

Just toss it aside.

Three bags of dried fruit were dumped into the shopping cart, landing right on top of the bag of pink dried strawberries.

"If you get tired of sweet food, switch to salty. I'll go get two packs of dried beef from the front later."

Chen Lang pushed the cart and continued walking forward.

The high school boy, who was squatting at the bottom of the shelf, scratched his head and picked up a bag of freeze-dried strawberries as he walked past the shelf.

Shen Qingci stood still.

She looked at the four bags of dried fruit crammed together in the shopping cart.

Pink, yellow, red, white.

She lowered her eyelashes and loosened her grip on the paper bag's drawstring.

at the same time.

Ground-level parking lot on the east side of Lida Plaza.

Three black minivans stopped in a triangular formation, their brake pads screeching as they rubbed against each other.

The car doors popped open in unison.

A bald, burly man got out of the driver's seat.

He was a little over 1.8 meters tall, with a blue centipede tattooed on his neck, crawling from his collar to his ear. A large gold skull ring was worn on the ring finger of his left hand.

Zhao Daqiang.

Zhao Yulan's younger brother is a local tyrant in the secondhand market in the east of the city, and he keeps twenty or thirty thugs under his command.

He held an unlit cigarette between his teeth and squinted as he scanned the parking lot.

The moment his gaze fell upon the behemoth in parking space C-3, he froze on the spot.

Eight wheels.

Eight giant off-road tires, each nearly 1.2 meters in diameter, are taller than the hood of his commercial vehicle.

The matte black paint job swallowed up the surrounding light, and the car body had no reflective parts, making it look like a steel mountain range cut out of the abyss.

With a length exceeding twelve meters, it occupies nearly two standard parking spaces, and its towering cockpit is practically a miniature fortress.

That was a Mercedes-Benz Alois 8X8.

No, he was even more ferocious than Ares.

The side armored hatches are studded with aerospace-grade rivets, and a faint ring of extinguished ice-blue lights can be seen around the chassis.

The henchman behind him stammered, "Brother Qiang... is this a tank or a car?"

Another shrewd thug, his voice hoarse, said, "The Alos 8X8 has been modified to this extent... it'll cost at least ten million..."

Zhao Daqiang swallowed hard; his throat felt dry.

A car worth over ten million is parked here.

The words Zhao Yulan had said, "an eighteen-year-old hooligan," suddenly stung him.

But he forcibly looked away, suppressing his unease.

Whatever kind of car it is, what does it have to do with me? I'm here to arrest someone.

Zhao Daqiang pulled the cigarette from the corner of his mouth, crushed it in his palm, and sneered.

"Get your act together, all of you!"

Cigarette dust slipped through his fingers.

"My sister said that little bastard has Qingci in there. Block every exit tightly! Elevator entrances, escalator entrances, fire exits—don't miss a single rat hole!"

A dozen or so people scattered in response, their hurried footsteps rushing towards the various entrances of the mall.

Zhao Daqiang grabbed four of the strongest men and headed straight for the main entrance.

He took out his phone and opened the video screenshot sent by Zhao Yulan—Chen Lang's face.

Stray hair, earrings, and a roguish profile.

Zhao Daqiang moved his neck, and his cervical spine made a cracking sound.

"You little brat who hasn't even grown all its feathers yet, how dare you mess with the Zhao family?"

He glanced back at the silent steel behemoth, then looked at the young face on the screen.

They can't be the same person.

"Today I'll see how many lives you have that I can shove into the ground."

The automatic glass doors at the main entrance of the shopping mall slid open silently.

Zhao Daqiang led four people and strode inside.