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

The Lamborghini drove out of the archway at idle speed, its rear wheels rolling over the puddles on the cobblestone road, leaving two wet, shiny tire tracks.

Several cameras followed the car to the intersection, their lenses still glued to the back of the vehicle.

The requests started flooding the live stream.

[Brother Lang, follow them! Five cars are lined up for inspection; this could make ten episodes!]

[Go to the parking lot and ambush Xiao Yunlong, I'll give you ten Carnivals!]

How much was the ticket? How much was the towing fee? I want to see Long Shao settle the bill on the spot!

Chen Lang flicked the floating ball.

The camera pans past the Lamborghini and turns to the newly raised parade flower stand.

"Enforcement records are under the jurisdiction of the traffic management department."

"Where a car is sent for inspection and how a ticket is issued are not matters for hundreds of thousands of people to chase after and photograph."

"If you want to watch the excitement, that's fine, but don't turn law enforcement into a fan airport."

The lead drummer raised his drumsticks again.

Boom!

The drumhead vibrated, and confetti fell from both sides of the flower stand. The child, frightened by the engine noise, asked his father to carry him back to the group. He grabbed the drooping flower branches with both hands, and his head swayed with the beat of the drum.

The parade, which had been paused for half a day, finally moved forward.

Chen Lang moved aside, stepping on a broken bamboo strip with his Martin boots, and bent down to lift the damaged stall. The table leg, which had been bent out of place by the wheel, was stuck out of its groove. He raised his knee to brace the tabletop and used his free hand to press the wooden leg back into its groove.

The milk fan on the table wobbled a few times, then stabilized.

The stall owner picked up two cracked bamboo baskets, preparing to stuff them into a garbage bag.

"As long as I can set up a stall, the baskets aren't worth much. I'll just consider myself unlucky."

"Keep it for now."

Gu Qingshang stepped over the scattered bamboo strips, and the camera focused on the table legs, broken baskets, and tire tracks on the ground.

She took the entire shot, then squatted down to add details about the points where the force was applied.

"Keep today's purchase order on file. We need an invoice for the table being sent for repair, and receipts for any replacement bamboo baskets. Make a separate list of the damaged goods, clearly stating the quantity and purchase price."

She sent the law firm's contact number to the stall owner.

"There is video footage of law enforcement at the scene, as well as vehicle registration information. The materials have been handed over to the lawyer for unified compensation pursuit."

The stall owner, carrying a basket of broken pieces, glanced twice at the QR code and at Gu Qingshang.

"You can get both baskets back?"

Losses are not judged by their size.

Gu Qingshang stood up and brushed the bamboo shavings off her skirt.

"Whoever is responsible, the debt will be placed under their name."

Several stall owners nearby immediately took out their phones.

The paint chipping on the flower stand, the bamboo stool broken by a car wheel, the food spilled on the ground, and the car paint smeared on the tarpaulin were all captured on camera.

Chen Lang swept the last few bamboo shavings from the corner of the table into a trash bag, but the topic of the live broadcast had already circled back to the betting.

[Brother Lang, that's the only Black Knight in the world. Is it worth trading it for Ye Xingyu to terminate her contract?]

If you lose, she'll never be able to repay what she owes you.

This isn't just a favor; it's something you have to pay with your life.

Ye Xingyu stood beside the flower stand, her phone pressed tightly against her chest.

The green receipt from the notary platform is still displayed on the screen.

She looked down and read it once, pressing her thumb on the lock screen button but not pressing it.

"If there are any problems with the competition, I can continue to fulfill the original contract."

The moment the words left her mouth, her shoulders tensed up again.

"A clause can be added to the termination agreement. The Black Knight cannot be held liable because of me—"

"withdraw."

Chen Lang didn't even turn his head.

Ye Xingyu raised her face and moved her lips twice.

Chen Lang tied up the garbage bag full of bamboo shavings, handed it to the stall owner, and then walked up to her.

"The notarized receipt has taken effect, the penalty for breach of contract has been cancelled, the brokerage contract has been terminated, and the ancillary claims have also been cleared."

"You just climbed out of the pit, and you're planning to jump back in?"

Ye Xingyu gripped her phone tightly, her knuckles pressing against the edge of the protective case.

"But that car—"

"The car is mine, and I signed the bet."

Chen Lang tapped on her phone case.

"I lost, hand over the car."

"If you go back to Xingyao to fill the hole for me, who's obligated to fulfill their promise?"

Ye Xingyu did not answer.

Shen Qingci opened the terminal and threw the custody agreement into the air.

The signatures of the three parties, the trusteeship number, and the termination clauses for the ancillary claims were displayed in sequence. On the last page, Ye Xingyu's electronic signature appeared in the confirmation column, with the time accurate to the second.

"Chen Lang provided the racing cars and chips, while Qing Shang handled the legal proceedings."

Shen Qingci stopped the confirmation page in front of her.

"You were the last one to press the confirm button."

Her thumb rested on the sandalwood beads on her wrist, paused for a moment, and then lowered her hand.

"You've already made a decision for yourself."

"Don't go back on your word about past contracts."

Ye Xingyu stared at the signature on the screen.

The sounds of drums, voices, and vendors' greetings mingled together around her. She stood in the shadow cast by the flower stand, her shoulders gradually relaxing, and the phone that had been pressed against her chest drooped back to her side.

"Um."

"I signed it myself this time."

Gift effects were displayed across the live stream screen.

One account posted twenty messages on the carnival platform, asking for crowdfunding to purchase insurance benefits for the Black Knight. Others joined in, offering to raise money for Chen Lang's tires, repair costs, and transportation fees.

Chen Lang raised his hand to close the single large donation.

"Don't pay for my car."

"Students should save their living expenses, while working people should treat themselves to a chicken leg first."

"I'll take the blame myself. If anyone uses my meal money to buy gifts again, the admin will refund them immediately."

[Someone else's live stream: Family members, vote!]

[Lang Ge's Live Stream: Family members, take your money back!]

The streamer blocked the top spender's recharge option.

Qin Feng: Master, are you targeting me?

Qin Feng, who was far away next to the transport vehicle, immediately sent a request to connect via voice chat.

Chen Lang glanced at it and refused.

"Even the top-ranked fan won't do."

Qin Feng's golden barrage followed closely behind.

"Master! I just want to buy a set of rain tires for the Black Knight!"

Chen Lang replied with four words.

"Stand by the garage."

The live stream chat was filled with laughter.

The official cultural and tourism account took the opportunity to highlight the legitimate purchase channels for the festival.

Bai Weiwei picked up a piece of blue and white tie-dyed fabric and laid it flat on the wooden frame. The fabric retained the texture of the knots after they were untied, the edges were clearly stitched, and the maker's nameplate was hanging in the corner.

"Hand-dyeing involves tying, dyeing, untying, washing, and drying."

She turned the fabric over to show the camera the stitching on the back.

"Check the size first, then read the instructions. The handmade patterns will not be exactly the same, so don't rush to place an order if you mind color differences."

"Don't rush to buy things in the live stream, only to return them all at once after receiving them. The vendor has to bear all the losses from the two round trips for transportation, such as damp fabric and damaged packaging."

Order notification sounds rang out from several stalls in succession.

The elderly woman selling tie-dye held her phone, meticulously checking the address word by word. After copying down the order with paper and pen, she turned around and took out the fabric from the wooden cabinet, folding it neatly by color.

On the other side, Su Niannian scooped up a large spoonful of chili sauce and spread it thoroughly on the rice cake.

Bai Weiwei glanced at the spoon.

"This chili pepper—"

"this one?"

Su Niannian took a bite and ate half of it.

She chewed twice, her nostrils flared, and the bait in her hand stopped at her mouth.

Before she had even finished chewing the third time, she had already turned her back to the camera and grabbed the tamarind juice.

Drink the first cup to the bottom.

She put the empty cup on the table and picked up the second one.

Chen Lang manipulated the hovering ball to move to the side and put her bright red ears into the frame.

"Teacher Su, did your mouth and ears not have a meeting today?"

Su Niannian swallowed the tamarind juice and pulled a spatula from her apron.

"Hey, you surnamed Chen, stop right there!"

Chen Lang, carrying half a piece of milk fan, crawled under the flower stand.

The spatula chased after the procession for half a street, and the drummer, seeing this, struck a few more beats. Villagers on the roadside made way, and laughter followed the parade to the street corner.

Shen Qingci stood in front of the tie-dye stall, suppressed her smile several times, but still lowered her head and laughed out loud.

A young tourist carrying a camera walked two steps away from her and did not approach further.

"Hello, may I take a photo with you?"

The tourist first put on the lens cap, then lowered the camera to his side.

"I've seen videos of trees with flowering branches."

"If you don't want to, I'll leave now. And the photos won't even show your wrist."

Shen Qingci grabbed the brim of her hat and took a half-step back with her toes.

Chen Lang stood a few meters away, holding up his breast fan, his back to her. He neither spoke nor waved for her.

The tourists stayed where they were and waited.

There was a bluestone slab between the two, and neither of them stepped over it.

Shen Qingci gripped the brim of her hat, took a half-step back with her toes, and then stopped with her heels.

She took off her hat and looked up at the tourists.

"Can."

"Stand next to the flower stand."

The tourist handed the camera to his companion and only took one picture.

The shutter clicked, she took back the camera, and immediately pulled up the photos. Shen Qingci nodded after looking at them, the tourist thanked her, and left with the parade.

Shen Qingci put her hat back on and walked to Chen Lang's side.

Why didn't you help me refuse?

Chen Lang bit his nipple, his voice somewhat muffled.

"Because you only took half a step back."

Shen Qingci stopped in her tracks.

Chen Lang tilted his head towards the bluestone slab he had just seen.

"In the past, if someone raised a camera, you would lower your head, hide, and wait for someone else to speak for you."

"Just now you stood there, listened to what she said, agreed on your own, chose your own spot, and even personally confirmed the photo."

He looked down at her, a smile playing on his lips.

"Shen, you're already capable of making decisions for yourself. If I try to speak up again, I'll just be meddling."

The sound of drums during the parade came from the street corner, and the colorful paper under the flower stand was swept by the wind across the bluestone road.

Shen Qingci turned around and glanced back.

The bluestone slab still lay across the roadside, but she had moved to the other end.

She raised her hand to straighten her hat, the brim resting just above her brow bone.

"Then you should mind your own business less in the future."

Chen Lang swallowed the milk fan and slowly responded.

"OK."

"I'll keep quiet when you open your mouth."

"I'll still be there when you need me."