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

Paul reopened the tablet and typed a line in the driver evaluation section.

Untrained; risk level to be determined.

Just as the engineer connected the vehicle's low-voltage system, a video invitation popped up on Shen Qingci's terminal.

Qin Feng's face filled the entire screen.

He had messy, silver-gray hair, his racing suit zipped up, and his chest heaving.

He held a helicopter dispatch confirmation slip with a red stamp in his left hand and a professional racing helmet with a safety mask in his right.

A travel bag stuffed with clothes was piled up at my feet, along with a conspicuous first-aid kit.

"Master, I'm ready!"

Chen Lang raised his soy milk cup.

"What should we prepare?"

"I'll be there for you through thick and thin!"

"There are other cars in the garage, I'll drive them myself."

"Rain is nothing, I've even booked a mountain rescue helicopter. If anything happens, we'll airlift you directly!"

A hand with nude nail polish extends from the edge of the image.

He pinched the dispatch confirmation slip between two fingers and pulled it away cleanly.

Before Qin Feng could close his mouth, a cold female voice rang out.

"Rescue helicopter service canceled. Hand over the car keys."

Qin Feng turned his head and lunged out of the frame.

"sister!"

"Calling for grandma won't help."

"I'm nineteen!"

"At nineteen, he already knew how to call in a helicopter to risk his life; he's really quite promising."

An assistant in a business suit walked into the frame, bent down to pick up the helmet, grabbed the travel bag, and finally took the first-aid kit.

Qin Feng had nothing in his hands, so he could only grab the half-empty glass of iced Americano on the table.

[The top-ranked player's campaign ended abruptly with all his equipment wiped out.]

The Qin family's door frame, the young master's last line of defense.

[It is recommended that the door frame be reported as a workers' injury.]

Qin Feng turned and lunged at the garage door frame, hugging the metal pillar tightly with both arms.

The soles of the sneakers made a screeching sound as they rubbed against the smooth epoxy flooring.

Chen Lang leaned against the scissor doors of the U9 and raised his glass to him.

"The apprentice stays home to watch the warehouse, while the master goes out to earn face; it's a reasonable division of labor."

"Master, I can read the data!"

"You should take care of yourself first."

A woman wearing a black fitted suit walks into the frame.

Her long hair was tied up at the back of her head with a dark hair clip, and her eyes and brows revealed the same deepness as Qin Feng's, only with a few more sharp features.

She snatched the phone, her gaze lingering on Chen Lang before turning to look at her younger brother hanging on the doorframe.

"Let go."

Qin Feng hugged it even tighter, his cheek pressed against the metal pillar.

"Sister, I won't cause any trouble if I go."

"You even called a rescue helicopter."

"in case."

"Normal people should carry a first-aid kit just in case. You should arrange for air transport first."

Qin Feng opened his mouth, picked up his iced Americano, and took a sip.

The woman faces the camera again.

"I am Qin Feng's older sister, Qin Shuang."

Chen Lang bit the straw and looked her over.

"I don't think I owe you any money since this is our first meeting."

Qin Shuang didn't respond to that sentence.

"The car belongs to Qin Feng. If he's willing to lend it to you, I won't stop him."

"He also arranged the engineering team, insurance, and regulatory platform."

She tilted the camera towards the door frame.

"He packed his bags last night and was waiting in the garage at five o'clock this morning, saying he was willing to go through thick and thin with his master."

"Sis, that's called brotherhood."

"Shut up."

Qin Feng lowered his head and drank his coffee.

Qin Shuang looked at Chen Lang on the screen.

"Mr. Chen, we don't know each other, so I have no right to tell you how to compete."

"Qin Feng is prone to acting impulsively, so please don't take him with you into the mountains."

Chen Lang raised an eyebrow.

"Your brother is nineteen years old, his garage is full of supercars, he can drive a car whenever he wants, and he can book a helicopter whenever he wants."

He shook the soy milk cup.

"I can't carry this team. He's the one who usually leads others astray."

Su Niannian turned around, her shoulders starting to tremble again.

Qin Feng loosened one arm.

"Master, I've never led anyone astray!"

"Get off the door frame first, then talk about personal credibility."

Qin Shuang pursed her lips, her tense jaw relaxing.

"It seems you're more clear-headed than him."

"Occasionally."

Chen Lang looked at Qin Feng.

"Stay home. The project log will be sent to you in sync. Contact Engineer Zhou if you find any problems."

"Don't come to the site and add to the crowd, I don't have time to arrange a private nanny for you."

"But I..."

"There's no room for negotiation."

Chen Lang remained leaning against the car door, his tone unchanged.

Qin Feng hugged the door frame, scraping his shoes on the ground a couple of times, and finally gave up arguing.

"Master, you must bring the car back intact."

"Both the car and the people are present; not a single part is missing."

Qin Shuang pressed the record button on her phone.

"I recorded that sentence."

Let's record it.

Chen Lang smiled.

"Put the appearance fee on Qin Feng's tab."

Shen Qingci cut off the video.

Qin Feng's last "Master" was only half heard.

Outside the gate, the static acceptance inspection has been completed.

With the tire pressure data within the standard range, the report was filed, and Zhou Mingyuan led the team to conduct a final check before departure.

Gu Qingshang walked over from under the grape trellis, holding his phone.

"Qin Feng can't come, but the car he sent is impeccable."

She handed the electronic confirmation letter to Chen Lang.

"Xiao Yunlong has requested that the road be closed tonight for a rain test."

"I applied to the organizing committee for the closed test track in the western suburbs on the grounds of equal preparation rights."

Chen Lang scanned the screen.

"High-speed ring test track?"

"Yes. The venue is available for our use from 9 a.m. to 3 p.m.

"Water trucks, medical personnel, firefighters, and tow trucks are all in place."

"What about the venue fee?"

"Let's go to my tent."

"Boss Gu is very generous."

Gu Qingshang pulled out another document.

"The vehicle data you generate today will be synchronized with third parties."

"Do not exceed the approved speed within the test site, and do not perform any dangerous actions that have not been declared."

Chen Lang glanced at her.

"What you've rented isn't a testing ground, it's a mobile prison."

"If we can keep you locked up, then this money won't have been wasted."

Su Niannian walked over with her arms crossed.

"Drifting, jumps, and shoving over guardrails—none of those are allowed."

"Then what are we testing?"

"Testing whether you'll be honest."

"It is recommended that this project be cancelled."

Chen Lang unzipped his windbreaker and rotated his wrist.

"The result was not in doubt."

Gu Qingshang looked up at the Yangwang U9 parked on the bluestone road.

"We have the vehicles, the venue, and enough water."

"Mr. Chen, what are you going to show me today?"

Chen Lang did not answer.

He opened the car door, bent down and slid into the driver's seat, and took the temporary authorization card handed to him by Zhou Mingyuan.

When the vehicle system is powered on, the full LCD instrument panel lights up blue, and the status indicator lights on various parts of the vehicle flash in sequence.

The gray-silver body was lifted off the ground.

The front left and rear right suspensions simultaneously lift the vehicle up, while the hydraulic cylinders on both sides retract downwards to press it down, causing the entire vehicle to tilt to one side.

Immediately afterwards, a hydraulic sound rang out, and the vehicle body returned to level.

With all four tires firmly planted on the ground, the vehicle completed a complex set of posture adjustments on its own.

The villagers gathered outside the courtyard gate took a half step back.

Su Niannian crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes wide as she stared at the car.

"Did it just twist?"

Bai Weiwei held the paper cup and nodded repeatedly, "It's like stretching my shoulders."

Paul stood behind Zhou Mingyuan, looking down at the tablet screen.

The attitude height, vehicle tilt, and force data of the four wheels are all within the safe control range.

Chen Lang, in the driver's seat, neither looked down to search through the nested menus nor asked the engineer for any operating instructions.

He only moved his finger once.

Paul pushed up his glasses, which had slipped down his nose, his throat dry.

He held the electronic pen and wrote three words heavily after the driver assessment he had just seen.

Under observation.

Shen Qingci stood outside the car, holding the terminal, her gaze shifting from the changing data to the driver's seat.

The car window rolled down.

Chen Lang rested one hand on the steering wheel, his wisps of hair falling above his brow bone.

His deep black eyes pierced through the morning light and fell upon the delivery truck waiting outside the courtyard gate.

"Engineer Zhou, lead the team and set off."

He paused, then looked at Paul.

"Sir, the three-day basic training can wait."

"There's not enough time today."

Paul closed the tablet.

"I'll be keeping an eye on you when we get to the testing grounds."

Chen Lang stepped on the brakes, and the car slammed into the ground.

"Then stay close."