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

U9 stopped back on the departure line, and the motor fan spun wildly.

Water droplets dripped down the carbon fiber front lip, hitting the scorching chassis and creating a cloud of white mist.

The smell of burnt rubber mixed with moisture permeated the air.

Paul stepped into the data vehicle and unplugged the network interface from the monitoring host.

The cable slammed into the metal floor with a dull thud.

"Sever the cloud synchronization channel." He stared intently at the still-scrolling code.

"The original telemetry data is transferred to the local physical array, and three independent verification copies are established. Without double encryption, not even a single byte is allowed to leak out."

Zhou Mingyuan stared at the torque curves on the screen that completely deviated from conventional physical models, and his Adam's apple bobbed twice.

"How do we write the factory evaluation report? Their operational logic is completely incompatible with our existing algorithm library."

Paul retrieved the driver's file.

The cursor is blinking over the words "Under Observation".

He pressed the backspace key to clear it completely, and then entered a new conclusion.

[This is outside the scope of the evaluation system.]

The electronic pen signed its name at the end, the tip gliding across the screen and drawing out an accent.

"This conclusion only means that the existing test subjects cannot measure its upper limit, it does not mean that this car can skip the safety review."

Paul placed the tablet face down on the table.

"All lap times, suspension travel, four-motor torque distribution limits, and driver input commands are all classified as S-class engineering secrets."

The live stream feed was frozen on a close-up of the U9 wading through water, and the comments section was scrolling rapidly.

[Paul just unplugged the network cable? This means he's entered Lang Ge's absolute territory; even the original engineers are worried about data leaks.]

[This is beyond the evaluation system; in other words, this person doesn't belong to the category of carbon-based life forms.]

[It is suggested that a separate column be created, with the name Chen Lang, rating Chen Lang, and species unknown.]

The scissor door rose silently.

Chen Lang took off his helmet and casually placed it on the steering wheel.

Her stray hairs, damp with sweat, clung messily to her brow bone.

His dark eyes reflected the water, but there was no trace of the heat he had just felt after teetering on the edge of his limit.

He didn't look at the hovering ball in mid-air; instead, he stepped out of the cockpit and squatted down next to the left front wheel.

The back of your hand should be positioned two inches from the sidewall of the tire.

The scalding heat wave licked at my skin through the air.

Zhou Mingyuan walked over quickly, carrying an infrared thermometer, and the red dot hit the rubber surface.

"Tread angle 72 degrees, shoulder angle 68 degrees."

Chen Lang took the thermometer and rotated his wrist.

The red dot precisely cuts into the deepest drainage groove on the inside, sweeping three times.

"The inner drainage channel is 81 degrees."

Zhou Mingyuan pulled up the tire thermal image.

A glaring red and yellow narrow stripe lit up the inner edge of the left front wheel, and the temperature difference data jumped, approaching the ten-degree mark.

"Within the full circle of water, the weight of the vehicle is entirely on the left side."

Chen Lang stood up and tapped the carbon fiber fender with his knuckles.

"The longitudinal load it was bearing exceeded the limit. The drainage channel was severely deformed under pressure, trapping heat inside. This set of rain tires is ruined; all four need to be replaced."

"There's still 80% of the tire tread left, it would be a waste to replace it now," Zhou Mingyuan retorted.

"Leave it for the testing station as a specimen."

Chen Lang walked around to the back of the car, his gaze sweeping over the residual moisture on the brake discs.

He bent down to check the damping condition of the suspension seals.

"Perform a pressure test on the right front suspension, take a sample of the brake fluid, and check the water content."

One order after another came down.

Paul stood by the data car door, looking through the glass at the back of the figure in the black racing suit.

The violent 58-degree swerve on the track could be edited into a god-tier promotional video.

But right now, these meticulously detailed inspection procedures, down to the single digit, are what truly determine whether the car can survive the winding road.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from behind the crash barrier.

Su Niannian rushed over with her helmet in hand, splashing mud as she stepped into the puddles.

She shoved the helmet into Chen Lang's arms.

"Fifty-eight degrees!"

The zipper of her functional jacket rose and fell with her rapid breathing, her voice hoarse.

Chen Lang caught the helmet with one hand, and with the other hand, he unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and handed it over.

"You have a good memory."

"Give it a few more turns, and the car will spin in place!"

Su Niannian snatched the water bottle, squeezing the plastic bottle with a loud crack, splashing water onto her sleeve.

Why didn't you accept the oil?

"The right front wheel still has a load capacity of 200 kilograms."

Chen Lang spoke in a steady voice, dropping out two lackluster numbers.

Su Niannian stared at him intently.

"I asked you how dangerous it was just now, and you gave me a figure of 200 kilograms?"

"Data is more effective than short-selling reassurance."

"You even use data to scare people!"

Su Niannian gritted her teeth, turned around and walked to the side, tilting her head back and gulping down two mouthfuls of water.

Chen Lang hung his helmet on the rearview mirror on the car door, a smile playing on his lips.

"Next time I'll try to give you a round number so it'll be easier for you to come up with your insults."

"Two hundred is already a round number!"

Bai Weiwei stood a few steps away, holding several dry towels, and turned her face away.

His shoulders were shaking uncontrollably as he desperately tried to suppress his laughter.

The back of the surveillance vehicle was dimly lit.

Shen Qingci sat in the corner with her laptop on her lap.

The screen's pale blue light shone on her face.

She slid her finger across the touchpad, dragging the progress bar of the car's interior view back to three minutes earlier.

In the footage, the U9 makes its first cut into a semi-wet corner.

Half a second before entering the curve, Chen Lang took his right hand off the steering wheel and casually swept it across the passenger's six-point seatbelt buckle.

The latch is locked in place.

Drag the progress bar forward.

The full-area water accumulation test was initiated, with a wall of water crashing into the windshield.

Chen Lang pressed the passenger seat reset button with his thumb, adjusting the seat back to the safest angle.

Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at the red emergency cable on the car door.

The last video shows a 58-degree sway that is on the verge of spiraling out of control.

The vehicle glided on the water film, and Chen Lang kept the steering angle at its limit.

Shen Qingci retrieved the trajectory deduction line.

The red line on the screen shows that at that specific deflection angle, regardless of the vehicle's posture when it loses control and crashes into the guardrail, the passenger side is always in a blind spot with its back to the point of impact.

All escape space was crammed into the right side.

These subtle movements occupy less than ten frames in total.

There are no code records in the driving log.

The enthusiastic viewers in the live stream were only interested in the water splashing effects.

Only she painstakingly unearthed it frame by frame.

Shen Qingci's fingertips hovered above the touchpad.

She swallowed hard, her left hand unconsciously gripping the sandalwood prayer beads on her wrist, the wood grain digging into her skin.

She cut the screen in half, left and right.

On the right is an old video.

Xiao Yunlong slammed Ye Xingyu's contract on the table, chin raised high, eyelids drooping, forcing Ye Xingyu to pay the price of the entire bet.

On the left, Chen Lang is controlling the car with one hand.

In a life-or-death race against time, you must ensure the safety of the passenger in your own hands.

The notification sound for the video call echoed throughout the carriage.

Qin Feng, with his messy, silver-gray hair, squeezed into the frame while holding a tablet.

"Master! Release the fastest lap time! Also, send out the complete telemetry data!"

Qin Feng shouted at the top of his lungs, making the speakers hum loudly.

"Make that idiot Xiao Yunlong go and terminate his contract tonight, so he doesn't embarrass himself on the winding road the day after tomorrow!"

Chen Lang leaned against the door of the U9 and tossed and caught an encrypted storage disk with one hand.

His deep black eyes peered across the screen, a nonchalant smile playing on his lips.

"Why would I post it?" he asked casually. "I've always been a low-key person and don't like to do things that attract attention."

Qin Feng stared wide-eyed at the screen.

After a long silence, he finally managed to stammer, "You're betting the world's only Black Knight, and you call that being low-key?"

The Starry Temporary Base at the same time.

Ah Biao stood to the side, staring at the live stream recording playing repeatedly on the tablet, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"Young Master Long, this U9 can actively adjust its load. Chen Lang was in such deep water, yet he was still able to use the vehicle's weight to press down on the tires to drain the water. That's some kind of uncanny technique."

He lowered his voice.

"How about... I get someone from the tech department to hack into the racetrack's servers and extract their telemetry data to see what's going on?"

Xiao Yunlong grabbed the car keys from the table and swung his arm, smashing them against the corner of the wall.

The metallic clang was piercing, and the key bounced into the shadows.

"Stealing data?"

Xiao Yunlong loosened his tie, and the veins on the side of his neck bulged.

"Relying on four motors and a computer chip to cover your tracks, you dare call yourself a race car driver? Do I need to steal data from a piece of junk computer?"

Ah Biao took half a step back, his voice weak.

"But Paul said during the live stream that he turned off all his assist systems..."

"You actually believe the marketing rhetoric from brands?"

Xiao Yunlong kicked over the folding chair next to him, the metal leg slamming loudly onto the concrete floor.

"What truly tests a driver has nothing to do with fancy, high-tech junk! It's the route! It's all about courage!"

He strode toward the training vehicle in front of the roller shutter door.

"Double the water from the sprinkler truck! Continue testing at Bend 6 tonight!"

"I'll drive according to the water depth recorded in the old accident files; I'm going to use dry-track driving techniques to tackle that corner!"

The roller shutter door suddenly rose up.

The roar of the engine pierced the night, and the taillights of the training vehicle disappeared into the winding mountain road.

Test site in the western suburbs.

Paul packed the last few data cables into the engineering box, preparing to leave the monitoring vehicle, and stopped at the door.

In the back corner, Shen Qingci was facing the screen.

She was flipping through the safety features information for the passenger side of the U9, page by page.

Seat load-bearing limit parameters, slide rail locking strength, tensile test report of six-point seat belt, helmet communication interface protocol, and emergency door unlocking mechanical structure.

I read each item word by word.

"Ms. Shen, does the engineering team need this data to build a model?" Paul asked, puzzled.

"Complete the vehicle dynamic weight distribution model." Shen Qingci said without looking up.

She took a steel ruler out of her pocket and bent down.

The ruler gripped the edge of the passenger seat, pulled towards the core structure of the roll cage, and numbers fell onto the paper.

Chen Lang walked out of the surveillance vehicle.

Through the lowered car window, his gaze fell on the slender figure who was measuring with a tape measure.

"Don't include yourself in formulas that don't apply to you."

Chen Lang's voice traveled through the night wind, carrying his usual casualness, yet the syllables were heavy and muffled.

The measuring tape's markings stopped in mid-air.

Two seconds later.

Shen Qingci put away the measuring tape, filled in the numbers in the form, and looked out the window.

"The counterweight model requires complete living parameters."

Paul shook his head, opened the door, and got out of the car.

Chen Lang didn't say anything more and turned to walk towards the data area.

Shen Qingci was the only one left in the carriage.

The noise from outside was shut out through the car door, and all that could be heard was the hum of the engine fan.

She opened a hidden page of the official event registration system.

The "Voluntary Co-pilot Applicant" field is currently blank.

The mouse cursor is flashing in the input box.

Shen Qingci stared at the cursor, pressing her left thumb against the sandalwood prayer beads.

The wood grain dug into the skin, leaving a deep red mark.

The sound of keyboard typing echoed in the quiet carriage.

Shen, Qing, Ci.

Fill in the three characters in the box.

She pulled up the "Declaration of Liability for Death and Confirmation of Beneficiary for Accident Insurance," which was over ten pages long.

I didn't read any of the terms and conditions.

I scrolled straight to the bottom and uploaded the electronic signature I had prepared beforehand.

The "Submit" button lights up with a pale blue light.

The fingers pressing on the prayer beads slowly loosened.

She clicked the left mouse button.

Page redirection.

Application successful...