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

Low-pressure clouds hung over the western suburban high-speed test track, and water trucks and a full range of rescue vehicles were already on standby outside the guardrail.

The ushers banged on the securing frame: "Departure area inspection complete."

After the departure line, look up at U9, remove the heating blanket, and lie still on the ground.

Chen Lang stood beside the open scissor door, his black racing suit cinched at the waist, a glimpse of a silver cross peeking out from the collar.

The wind ruffled the stray hairs on his forehead, and he casually tossed his helmet in his hand.

With the hovering sphere in mid-air ready, viewers who had been waiting anxiously for half a day in the live broadcast room finally saw the U9 drive into the starting area.

[They've arrived. I've followed them all the way from the Bai family's courtyard. At least they're not just looking for a car parked there.]

[Medical, fire, and tow truck services were all available; Boss Gu was genuinely worried that Brother Lang would get himself killed here.]

[Over a thousand horsepower, four independently driven motors—we've got something to see today.]

Where is Qin Feng? My car is about to go to the track, and he's not here.

[It's said he's been detained by his family and is probably currently holding his phone and burning incense for his master.]

[Could you try turning around on the spot? This car can theoretically perform a zero-radius turn.]

[The winding road is a rain-soaked test; shouldn't we at least measure wetland drift?]

Paul stood at the door of the data vehicle, his tablet tucked under his arm.

On the screen, the battery temperature, tire pressure, motor status, and suspension height are all lit up in green.

He finished reviewing the last set of data, but his brow remained furrowed.

"Mr. Chen."

Paul walked to the car door and blocked Chen Lang's way.

"This car has a maximum power output of over 1,000 horsepower. Each of the four electric motors controls the torque, and the response speed is faster than that of a gasoline car. If you make a mistake, it will immediately amplify the error."

He turned the tablet around.

The screen lists three risks associated with shutting down the stabilization system, with the top one being the loss of control over the wetlands.

"Today is not just about getting familiar with the vehicle, but also about rain markings. Normally, even a professional driver wouldn't turn off all the assists immediately when first encountering this car."

Chen Lang glanced at it.

"Are you done talking?"

"The last sentence."

Paul adjusted his glasses.

Please restrain yourself.

Su Niannian stood to the side holding a spare helmet, her eyebrows twitching as she listened.

"Do you have to read the will aloud before handing over the car?"

Paul turned to look at her.

"I'm in charge of the vehicles, and I also need to make sure that the drivers can get off the vehicles on their own after the test."

"The after-sales service is comprehensive, covering both legs."

Just as Su Niannian was about to step forward, Gu Qingshang raised his hand to stop her.

Gu Qingshang handed the test permit to Paul.

The site lockdown, medical support, fire safety registration, and driving authorization are all listed on it, and Zhou Mingyuan's signature is on the last page.

"Your risk warning is part of our responsibility, and we will not delete it."

Gu Qingshang closed the document, his tone still gentle.

"But the vehicle inspection has been passed, and all the rescue personnel are in place. How to drive it is up to Chen Lang."

Paul glanced at his watch.

"The venue closes at 3 PM. There are only five hours and forty-seven minutes left."

Chen Lang put on the helmet and fastened the chin strap.

That's enough.

Paul still didn't move aside.

I don't think you understood.

"I understand."

Chen Lang opened the car door and bent down to sit in the driver's seat.

"Warnings are quite expensive, use them sparingly."

The scissor doors slammed shut, shutting out the words Paul hadn't finished saying.

[Can warnings be used sparingly?]

Paul was in charge of saving lives, while Lang Ge was in charge of complaining that he was delaying the departure.

[The moment this man got in, the car seemed to go a little shaky.]

[Stop talking, when is the drifting scheduled?]

The cockpit lights illuminated one by one.

The seatbelts locked, the vehicle completed its self-check, and a confirmation tone came through the headset from the control panel.

"The vehicle is in normal condition; we can begin the dry ground alignment process."

Chen Lang held the steering wheel with one hand and lightly pressed the accelerator.

The U9 quietly crossed the starting line and drove off along the inside of the track.

First lap, speed 40 km/h.

The silver-gray body followed the white line into Turn 1, moving as slowly as a work vehicle patrolling the track.

Su Niannian leaned against the guardrail, her head turning halfway around with the car.

"At that speed, I could catch up with him on a shared bike and hand him water."

Isn't it supposed to be flying close to the ground?

The speed camera sign showed 40; I thought it was missing a zero.

[The security captain was moved to tears upon seeing the 30 million yuan worth of patrol cars in the park.]

[At this speed, if it were to overturn, it would need to apply to Earth first.]

Chen Lang ignored the laughter coming from his earphones.

The U9 drove over a road seam, and the car body swayed gently twice.

On the next straight, he moved to the center line of the track.

When driving over the same type of seam a second time, I tapped the suspension adjustment button with my right thumb, and the aftershocks of the car body were noticeably shortened.

Entering Turn 2, he first stayed close to the center line, but when he approached the exit, he did not take the usual route. Instead, he moved the car to the outside and let the left rear wheel run over a slightly darker patch.

He changed routes five times during the two-kilometer race.

Sometimes I drive on the shoulder, sometimes on the dirty side, and sometimes I deliberately let one tire run over the seam.

Paul crossed his arms.

"At this speed, he can drive until lunchtime."

Bai Weiwei held the paper cup, her gaze fixed on the car.

"Is he trying to remember the way?"

Gu Qingshang did not answer.

In the back seat of the surveillance vehicle, Shen Qingci placed her laptop on her lap.

The four-wheel suspension response, steering angle, and torque distribution curves continuously extend to the right, with the right rear suspension always falling back half a beat slower than Chen Lang's correction.

The difference is very small.

Unless the data is magnified, it is almost impossible to see.

Shen Qingci circled that section with the touchpad.

"He's not memorizing the route."

Paul turned to look at her.

Shen Qingci raised her eyes, and the pale red beauty mark at the corner of her eye was particularly clear under the cold light of the screen.

"He's looking for a place where the car can't keep up with him."

Paul glanced at the data.

"A delay of twenty-odd milliseconds will not affect normal driving."

Shen Qingci closed half of the computer.

"When he's driving, the word 'normal' doesn't really apply."

[Shen, the top student, gets straight to the point.]

[While others get used to the car before heading to the track, Lang Ge gives the car a pre-employment medical checkup first?]

Is it true that you can detect suspension lag after driving one lap at 40 km/h?

Paul used to worry about people not being able to keep up with the car, but now it seems like the car can't keep up with the people?

After the first lap, U9 returned to the starting area.

The car door was not opened.

A slight static sound came through the headphones first, followed by Chen Lang's voice.

"Paul."

"I am here."

"Turn off the driver assistance features."

Paul lowered his arm and walked a few steps to the side of the track.

"no."

He pressed his earpiece, with the data cable connecting to the monitoring equipment lying horizontally at his feet.

"You only completed the low-speed check, didn't verify the high-speed braking, and didn't do the wet lap test. There's no need to turn off the stability system and traction control now."

That lap was enough.

"Forty kilometers per hour, what do you know?"

Chen Lang leaned back in his seat, his gaze passing over the windshield and landing on the right bend of the highway in the distance.

"If we act too quickly, the problem will cause a huge commotion."

He turned on the driving mode switch.

"To find out where the problem lies, forty is enough."

Paul pointed to the vehicle.

"This car has its own control logic. You have to get used to it first."

Chen Lang raised his eyes.

"The order is reversed."

"What?"

"I can drive the car."

He gripped the steering wheel, a nonchalant smile playing on his lips.

"It suits me."

Paul's hand froze in mid-air.

Over the communication channel, Su Niannian couldn't help but chuckle.

"Did you understand? He thinks your car isn't considerate enough."

[The Lang's Car Training Method begins instruction.]

[Car: This is the first time in all this time since it came off the assembly line that someone has told me to follow the rules.]

[Qin Feng, look! Your car is learning from a master.]

Paul stared at the driver's seat for a few seconds before finally turning and walking toward the control terminal.

"Disable driver assistance, authorized person, Paul."

He entered the authorization code, his tone even harsher than before.

"Let me remind you again, the insurance does not cover intentional damage. The vehicle's original cost was close to 30 million."

Chen Lang was holding the steering wheel.

"rest assured."

"In which aspect?"

"The car won't break down."

Vehicle assistance functions are turned off one by one.

Three warning messages popped up on the central control screen. Chen Lang raised his hand and swiped them all into the side panel.

"Second lap."

He placed his hands on the steering wheel.

"Remember this."

The departure lights changed from red to green.

U9 first rolls forward at a very low speed.

Just as the front of the train was about to pass the starting marker, Chen Lang pressed the Cloud Carriage control button with his thumb.

With all four suspension systems working simultaneously, the silver-gray body suddenly bounced upwards, and the four tires briefly left the ground.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

The next second, the car body fell.

The suspension quickly compressed, absorbing the impact into the chassis. As the tires regained grip on the ground, the front of the car had just crossed the lane markings.

Chen Lang stepped on the electric switch.

With all four motors releasing torque simultaneously, the U9 didn't sway at all and charged forward along the long straight road.

Paul grabbed the edge of the monitoring console, leaning half his body towards the screen.

As soon as the vehicle height curve dropped from its peak, the output of all four motors surged simultaneously.

"He combined the jump landing with full-speed acceleration?"

Zhou Mingyuan stared at the data without looking up.

"The torque redistribution was completed within 200 milliseconds after landing, and none of the four tires spun freely."

Su Niannian pressed against the crash barrier, unable to suppress the smile on her face.

"They even said they didn't have time to attend the training."

She looked at Paul.

"Your cars are to be handed in to him first."

The live stream briefly froze, and then comments flooded the screen.

[Were all four wheels off the ground just now?]

[While others use a launch start, he simply launches into the air and then starts moving again.]

[I went all out on the accelerator as soon as I landed, and the tires didn't slip?]

Paul told him to be restrained, and he ignored the warning.

The tires kicked up fine dust from the dry racetrack.

The silver-gray car sped forward along the long straight road, the numbers on the speed camera sign constantly changing.

one hundred.

One hundred and eighty.

Two hundred and thirty.

At the end of the straightaway, the number finally stopped at two hundred and fifty.

The high-frequency whistling sound of the motor swept past the guardrail, and the suspended ball accelerated accordingly.

The lane markings in the camera lens were stretched into long shadows, and the protective netting on both sides of the track quickly receded.

[From forty to two hundred and fifty?]

The previous area was for house hunting; this area is now undergoing demolition.

[Don't shake the camera, my chair has already slid back.]

[There's a right bend on the highway ahead, why isn't he releasing the accelerator?]