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

Chen Lang zoomed in on the cross-sectional view to fill the screen.

In the latest footage, the gravel, soil, and cement drainage ditches along the road shoulder edges are all intact, and there is not a single crack in the asphalt pavement.

However, when the three layers from three years ago, two years ago, and last month are superimposed, the exposed parts of those guardrail posts buried deep underground appear longer.

Steel columns don't grow upwards on their own.

The outer load-bearing shoulder has sunk.

"This road is shaded all year round. Rainwater flows away through the drainage ditches, but the water that seeps into the soil can't be completely drained."

"Once the heavy rainfall subsides, the loosened soil will expand inwards along a width of 2.3 meters."

Chen Lang dragged out a yellow simulated driving line.

Looking up, the three-dimensional model of the U9's body sped past the apex of the bend.

"When entering a curve, the car's center of gravity shifts outward, and the outer tires will slam the entire load of several tons onto the curb."

"Once the soil underneath collapses, the asphalt layer crumbles under pressure, and the guardrails are no match for the flying cars."

Gu Qingshang stared at the glaring six-centimeter height difference data on the screen.

"Satellite images can't penetrate the surface, so how can you determine that there's a problem inside the soil?"

"Find a reference point."

Chen Lang switched between three sets of image layers, aligning the guardrail base, drainage ditch cover, and white curb line one by one.

"The road surface has been repaved with asphalt, and the cover plates have been replaced with new ones."

"The only thing missing from the maintenance bureau's records is the guardrail posts, but their height has been increasing year by year."

"The progress bar for soil subsidence is engraved on these pillars."

Gu Qingshang straightened up and took out his phone from his handbag.

"I approached the event approval authorities and requested that a geological survey be conducted before the event."

"Before the report was released, the entire shoulder of this road was designated as a no-pressing zone."

"Add a solid reflective line." Chen Lang used the mouse to draw a red circle on the model, enclosing the subsidence zone.

"During heavy rain, the reflection of the rainwater will cover the old routes on the ground, making it useless to issue risk notices."

"Someone must set up a cordon on site, and a fixed camera must be positioned directly aimed at this area."

Gu Qingshang tapped his fingers on the screen, typing out the supplementary terms of the competition word by word.

"I had a third-party supervisor sign off on it. Anyone who dares to touch the lane markings during the match will be immediately suspended."

Chen Lang moved his wrist, and the model continued to ascend along the mountain road, stopping at the ninth bend.

The terrain around this bend is gentle, but on the outer side, several ancient trees with huge canopies stand side by side.

The dense foliage completely blocked the view from the bend exit, and the fixed camera positions planned by the organizing committee were all biased towards the inner side of the mountain.

Before entering the corner, the driver's view was blocked by the tree canopy, and the live broadcast cameras could not capture the road surface behind the trees.

Chen Lang heavily marked a red mark in the blank area not covered by the camera.

"Add another camera position here."

"What's wrong with this bend?"

"Blind spot at the exit." Chen Lang leaned back in his chair.

"Before the race started, there was a rock on the road, a broken car with its hazard lights off, or someone idly spreading out some mud."

"When the driver sees the obstacle after rounding the corner, there is simply no time to brake."

He pulled up the official camera location plan and overlaid it on the 3D model.

Two fan-shaped light curtains, viewed from the perspectives of two generations of cameras, swept across the tree canopy from both sides, leaving an absolute blind spot of more than ten meters in the middle.

"The incident happened here, but the existing cameras can't capture the cause."

"What time the tow truck went up the mountain, whose footprints were on the road, it's all a mess."

Gu Qingshang stared at the glaring blank space on the screen.

"The camera angle was chosen so perfectly?"

"The tree grows here, under the care of Heaven."

Chen Lang bent his index finger and tapped the red mark on the screen.

"If something else appears on the road before the race, we need to investigate who's been living too comfortably."

Gu Qingshang will add additional camera positions, implement a two-hour lockdown before the race, and require real-name registration of road personnel, and will also include these supplementary requirements.

Pressing the send button, the event contact group on the phone screen popped up with replies one after another.

Chen Lang did not stop what he was doing.

The mouse wheel continued to move upwards, and the program numbered six hidden, dangerous reverse slopes.

The coefficients of adhesion for three different road surfaces—dry, wet, and rainy—are loaded into the model, and the corresponding braking distances change accordingly.

When the data of strong convective clouds are pushed up to the mountaintop, the variables of rainfall, crosswind force and road drainage speed are updated every minute.

On the screen, the fixed braking points that were originally marked with red lines began to move forward and backward uncontrollably.

The probability of rainfall, as reported by the weather center, has soared to 87 percent.

The main rain belt will flood into the valley, completely splitting the road conditions at the mountaintop and the mountainside into two separate systems.

The accumulated water in the lower areas drained away along the ditches, while the fresh rain that gathered in the higher areas poured down the slope.

The road surface adhesion will fluctuate within fifteen minutes.

The braking points that Xiao Yunlong had etched into his mind had become a worthless piece of paper.

The muscle memory developed through thirty-seven dry-land training sessions can push a car's speed to the brink of loss of control on a rainy night.

The more you memorize old answers, the more hesitant you are to apply the brakes when faced with new questions.

Chen Lang retrieved the wiring data from Xiao Yunlong's publicly available video, packaged it, and put it into the model for a test run.

The virtual car body representing Lamborghini speeds into Turn 6 along the dry track.

The rainfall parameters were forcibly loaded, causing the road surface friction to plummet and the original safe braking point to shift forward by a full seventeen meters.

The model rigidly executed the old braking data, and the front of the car went straight across the safety line, smashing the outer guardrail.

The second test run incorporated wetland parameters.

The vehicle narrowly made its way through Turn Six, only to crash head-on into a puddle of water at the reverse exit.

The rear of the car lost traction, deviated from its intended route, and the right tire was firmly pressed into the dangerous shoulder.

Chen Lang pressed the pause button, and the screen froze on the second before the crash.

"Thirty-seven times."

He bent his finger and tapped the computer case.

He put in a lot of effort, but the heavens weren't planning to send rain according to his notes.

Gu Qingshang dragged over a wooden stool and sat down beside him.

The model on the computer screen was still performing calculations at breakneck speed.

Tire temperature, motor torque distribution ratio, energy recovery intensity, suspension travel, and water depth were all analyzed and assigned to their respective road sections.

Under each key curve, there are three completely different driving strategies.

"One set of procedures for sunny days, one set for stable rainfall, and a separate set for severe convection."

Gu Qingshang pushed the celadon teacup toward Chen Lang.

"It took Xiao Yunlong thirty-seven nights to memorize a dry route."

"After you finished eating a goose, you used a laptop to dismantle the entire mountain road into a transparent structure."

Chen Lang picked up his teacup, blew away the floating leaves, and took a sip.

"Don't praise her yet."

"Do I need your permission to say a few words of praise?"

"There's a fee."

Chen Lang leaned back in the rattan chair, his slightly parted hair hanging above his brow bone, his eyes carrying a hint of nonchalance.

"Once the model finishes running, I'll send the bill to Qin Feng. Technical service fee, tea fee, grape trellis workstation fee—missing any one of these would make me seem unprofessional."

Gu Qingshang picked up the teapot and poured hot water into his cup.

"You're even calculating the money of the top spender now?"

Even close brothers need to keep clear accounts.

"Then I'll charge a contract review fee."

"Go ask him to settle the bill."

Chen Lang lifted his eyelids to look at her, a roguish smirk playing on his lips.

"How come you've learned this trick after spending a few days with me?"

"Things that can make money are learned quickly."

The kitchen wooden door opens outwards.

Shen Qingci, carrying a cup of warm water, stepped into the shade of the grape trellis.

The loose cuffs slid down the arms and bunched up at the wrists.

The string of black sandalwood prayer beads rested quietly on the hand-dyed blue and white cloth strips.

She stopped beside the wicker chair, her gaze passing over the dense red danger markers on the computer screen and looking towards the summit of Cangshan Mountain, hidden in the clouds.

With a push of his thumb, he sent the two prayer beads flying, the wooden beads clattering together with the rhythm of Chen Lang's keyboard typing.

How many accidents have occurred at the Nine Turns Bend in the past?

"Public records show eleven matches over seven years."

"What about those who sneak out at night?"

"No complete record."

Chen Lang stopped what he was doing and took the warm water she handed him.

Night races are never registered with traffic management authorities, there is no unified medical assistance, and there is no full-coverage surveillance video.

The vehicle lost control and crashed through the guardrail, temporarily closing the mountain road for several hours. A tow truck went into the mountains overnight and cleaned up all the scattered carbon fiber debris.

The sun rose as usual the next day, and passing drivers could only guess what had happened the night before from the new dents in the metal guardrail.

Shen Qingci stood quietly by the square table, her thumb pressed firmly against the largest wooden bead.

My breathing slowed down, and my throat felt tight.

Will you come back safely?

Her tone was flat, but the wooden bead remained stuck in the pattern of the blue and white cloth strip.

Chen Lang put down the glass of water.

He raised his hand, bent his index finger, and gently tapped the blue and white strip of cloth wrapped around her wrist.

He only touched the fabric, avoiding her skin.

"The Black Knight was placed on the table to maintain order. I have no intention of changing its owner, much less of ending up in the mountains."

Shen Qingci's gaze shifted from the mountaintop to the strip of cloth on her wrist.

His thumb, which was pressed against the prayer beads, froze, and he hesitated to move the next bead.

"Don't try to fool me. I want to hear you clearly."

The smile on Chen Lang's lips faded.

He gripped the mouse and dragged the simulated route, marked with dense data, in front of her.

Three driving plans, medical rescue points, and helicopter evacuation routes were displayed sequentially on the screen.

"able."

He raised his head, his obsidian-black eyes meeting her gaze directly.

"I will finish the race, and I will win."