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

10:00 AM, West Suburbs High Ring Road Test Site.

The clouds pressed down on the site.

The lights were all on. Beams of light cleaved through the moisture in the air and shone onto the wet asphalt.

Weather radar shows that large rain clouds are moving along the Cangshan Mountains.

The wind swept through the maintenance area.

The warning tape was stretched into a straight line.

The tarpaulin on the tire rack slapped against the metal rod, making a cracking sound.

Looking up, the U9 was parked in the center of the repair area. Its carbon fiber body was covered in water droplets.

Several sets of unopened rain-resistant tires were stacked on the side of the vehicle, with the drainage treads all facing the inspection channel.

Qin Feng's heavy truck was parked outside the cordon, with the rear liftgate on the ground.

Zhou Mingyuan and his men opened the equipment crates.

Helmets, fireproof suits, HANS neck protectors, and communication modules are arranged along the long table.

Each piece of equipment has a number card next to it.

The simulated rollover chamber is placed in the center of the open ground, with four hydraulic rods supporting the chamber.

Paul stood by the cabin door, clutching the assessment form, and looked up at the sky.

Thunder rolled over from behind the mountain.

Chen Lang stepped across the cordon and inspected the newly erected fixed positions along the way.

The staff covered the wiring with a waterproof layer.

The safety officer checks the closed area along the yellow line, and signs the record board after walking a certain distance.

In front of the control room.

Ye Xingyu held the mouse in her palm, with headphones covering her ears.

The monitoring screen is divided into several sections. Weather radar, heart rate data, motion capture, equipment serial numbers, and on-site footage are simultaneously integrated.

This live stream was directly hosted by the Jiuquwan Night Race Organizing Committee.

The official event certification is displayed on the live stream homepage, and the signal is connected to the organizing committee's broadcast control center.

The assessment criteria, referee list, safety procedures, and raw data are all published by the event system.

On-site personnel cannot access the back-end system for scoring.

"The official event account, Cangshan Culture and Tourism, and the platform's security channel all have working signals."

Ye Xingyu pressed the confirmation button.

The Nine Bends Night Race logo appears in the upper right corner of the main screen, and the authentication bar lights up.

[Nine Bends Night Race Organizing Committee Official Livestream]

This live stream is the designated channel for the public assessment of co-pilots.

Gu Qingshang took out the authorization letter from the folder and pushed it in front of Shen Qingci.

"Heart rate, motion capture, assessment standards, and raw scores are published simultaneously."

Gu Qingshang tapped his fingertip on the signature bar.

"The rainstorm warning has been upgraded; you can call a halt at any time."

Shen Qingci removed the cap from his pen and signed his name at the end of the authorization page.

"Don't call a halt."

A gust of wind swept across the long table, causing the pages to flip upwards.

Chen Lang raised his hand and pressed down on the authorization letter.

"Is it settled?"

Shen Qingci looked directly at him.

"It's settled."

Ye Xingyu connected to the official event stream, and a notification popped up on the director's screen.

[Live Stream of Public Assessment for Co-drivers in the Nine-Bend Night Race Begins]

This assessment was jointly supervised by the event organizers, the vehicle engineering team, and an independent safety officer.

[The assessment footage is being broadcast live by the official event broadcast center.]

All raw data is archived in real time.

[The test site is about to experience heavy rain; the assessment will be conducted according to rain-fighting standards.]

The official account's advance announcement began to attract traffic, with the number of online users exceeding 100,000.

The screen was filled with encouraging comments.

A few comments with the keyword "Star Shine" squeezed through the crowd.

[Undocumented, socially awkward girl signs waiver of life or death?]

[Chen Lang is afraid to take the risks himself, so he's using a woman as a scapegoat?]

[Dare to take a co-pilot driving test in a downpour? Risking his life for a live stream?]

Several marketing accounts posted the live stream link on the trending topics list.

The number of online users jumped from 100,000 to 300,000.

Longtime fans who had been watching the live stream during the rescue operation on the cross-river bridge flocked to the live stream via the link.

Someone unearthed the risk map of the winding mountain road compiled by Shen Qingci.

Someone posted a screenshot of the data she pointed out during the high-speed test, showing seat misalignment, in the live chat.

Accounts with the "Qingci, keep going!" profile picture took up the screen.

[A long-time fan who followed us all the way from the cross-river bridge reporting in. Whether Xiao Qingci dares to get on the bus or not is none of Xingyao's business.]

[She submitted the application herself, researched the track herself, and even demanded that the standards be made public and that a third party be involved in the execution. Go watch last night's replay before you start criticizing.]

[No license? The event organizers are conducting a public assessment. Pass the test before getting on the bus—do you recognize those four words?]

[Xingyao Entertainment didn't even have proper insurance, yet they dared to let their artists sit in the passenger seat. Now they're talking about safety in the official live stream?]

[Trolls, don't run away! The official evaluation has begun. Keep your eyes peeled; whether she can get on this bus will be determined by her performance.]

A drop of rain hits the transparent roof of the control room.

The watermarks spread out.

Raindrops swept across the pit lane and hit the track. Dark patches on the asphalt merged into one.

Ye Xingyu removed her palm from the mouse and wiped the cold sweat off her trouser leg.

Gu Qingshang's phone lit up.

The hashtag promoted by Xingyao Interactive Entertainment climbed to the top of the trending search list.

A edited video of about ten seconds was displayed on the homepage.

Xiao Yunlong's coercion and the secretly filmed videos were all deleted, leaving only the scene of Shen Qingci bowing her head and signing a disclaimer.

Below the video is a line of bold black text: Chen Lang gambled with a girl's life.

Su Niannian hugged the thermos, her jawline tense.

"They certainly know how to pick their timing."

"Let them send it."

Chen Lang picked up the megaphone from the long table and walked to the cordon.

The official event camera turned to him. The organizing committee's certification logo remained displayed in the upper right corner of the frame.

"There are three hurdles to overcome before the passenger gets in the car."

He raised the walkie-talkie.

"How do you escape after a rollover? How do you keep in touch with others? How do you report road conditions?"

"If you can't do it, get off the bus."

The staff standing outside the venue stopped to talk.

Su Niannian raised her chin.

Ye Xingyu moved her hands away from the keyboard and stared at the main screen.

The question marks in the comments section were one after another.

[They said the passenger was his man, and he actually took the test?]

[He couldn't access the results at all during the official live broadcast of the event.]

[Given Chen Lang's attitude, if Shen Qingci didn't take a single step less, she would be kicked off the car.]

Longtime fans quickly followed suit and joined in.

[The public standards were set by Xiao Qingci herself. She wanted the qualifications, not preferential treatment.]

[Quiet down, Xiao Qingci is about to enter.]

Chen Lang put the megaphone back on the table and turned to look at Shen Qingci.

"You still have a chance to quit."

Shen Qingci stood in front of the equipment box, arms outstretched.

Zhou Mingyuan unfolded the fireproof suit and helped her put it on properly, fastening the waist belts one by one.

An independent safety officer walked around the perimeter with a camera.

Equipment serial number, production batch, and seal status were all transmitted to the official live stream.

Shen Qingci looked down at each lock and raised her arm to cooperate with the inspection.

"continue."

Paul walked over carrying a helmet and checked her head circumference.

He pressed down on the top of the helmet and patted it twice on both sides.

"Is it loose or not?"

"Not loose."

Insert the HANS system into the dock and connect the headphones to the main control channel.

The communication status indicator lights up green and is displayed synchronously in the event data section.

Paul stepped back and raised his chin toward the rollover pod.

"The interior is simulated to roll over, all lights are off, and the doors are locked."

"Unfasten your seatbelt, find the tools, and climb out yourself."

Shen Qingci nodded.

"clear."

"Nobody will help you."

"clear."

Chen Lang stood guard outside the cordon, his shoes with yellow lines on the soles.

They did not enter the assessment area.

Shen Qingci stepped into the rollover cabin and sat in the fixed seat.

The five-point seatbelt buckled over the shoulders and waist. The hydraulic hatch slammed shut.

The official broadcast footage was cut into four sections.

The left side connects to the cabin monitoring system, while the right side displays heart rate and respiratory waveforms.

The timer and safety officer's signature are displayed below, while the assessment content scrolls at the top.

[First Challenge: Emergency Evacuation from the Rollover Chamber]

[Current test subject: Shen Qingci]

[Timing and motion data are collected by the official event system]

The argument in the live chat stopped.

[Shen Qingci, do it the way you've practiced.]

[Xiao Qingci, look ahead, ignore the comments.]

You've come this far; the rest is up to training.

Paul raised his hand.

"start up."

Mechanical gears mesh, and hydraulic rods lift synchronously.

The tumble chamber detached from the base.

Shen Qingci pressed his back against the seat. The five-point seatbelt tightened around his chest.

Breathing was cut into two short segments by the bandage.

The lights were turned off one after another.

The cabin tilted to the left, causing the seat to flip over.

Three seconds later, all light sources were cut off.

The cramped cabin sank into darkness. Only the sounds of gears grinding and seatbelts snapping could be heard through the headset.

The sound of the security door slamming against the door frame rang out.

The key was inserted into the lock and turned twice.

Zhao Yulan spoke through the door.

"I'll let you out when you learn to obey."

Shen Qingci leaned against the seat with her shoulder and her arm at her side.

On the right-hand screen, the heart rate curve steadily increased.

96.

113.

127.

Several negative comments popped up in the live chat.

"They can't hold on any longer?"

[Chen Lang is really daring to entrust his life to someone like this.]

The rebuttal from true fans immediately filled the screen.

[An increased heart rate in a closed rolling environment is a normal reaction; the test is whether she can complete the procedure.]

Don't rush to judge the results; the official timer hasn't started yet.

[Listen to Chen Lang's voice, Qingci.]

Su Niannian clenched her hands, causing a dent in the outer shell of the thermos.

Gu Qingshang raised his arm, curled his fingers, and prepared to make a stop gesture.

Chen Lang picked up the walkie-talkie.

His voice cut through the static in the headphones and into the rollover pod.

"Shen Qingci."

Inside the cabin, Shen Qingci leaned back against the seat, her shoulders still tense.

"Take a deep breath. Tell me where the window breaker is."

The first breath caught in my throat.

Two seconds passed.

The sound came through the microphone.

"Right leg outside, seat under mounting groove."

"Main power supply".

"Red pull ring on the left side of the ceiling."

How do I unbuckle my seatbelt?

"First the shoulder straps, then the waist belt."

Chen Lang's tone suppressed the sound of gears.

"Let's do it."

Shen Qingci's palm traced along the shoulder strap to the buckle, and his thumb pressed down.

Click.

The shoulder strap came off, and the waist buckle popped up.

She pulled off the main power ring on the ceiling, her body inverted with the cabin, her arm reached into the right-side mounting slot, and her five fingers gripped the handle of the window-breaking hammer.

boom!

The side window safety test panel broke open, and fragments fell into the protective netting.

Shen Qingci braced himself against the pre-drilled opening in the cabin door, turned his shoulder to the side, and passed his legs through the exit one by one.

The soles of my shoes touched the cement floor.

She knelt on one knee and supported herself with her palm on the ground.

Zhou Mingyuan took a picture of the timer.

"Seven seconds."

Paul looked down at the assessment form, then looked up at Shen Qingci, who was kneeling on the ground.

The safety officer on the sidelines held the record board and checked the playback of each action one by one.

The competition system completes the calculations first, and the results are pushed to the main screen of the live broadcast.

Evacuation time: 7 seconds

[Action Flow: Complete]

[Safety officer's assessment: Passed]

The same sentence kept scrolling through the live stream.

[Shen Qingci, approved!]

[Seven seconds! Who just said she couldn't do it?]

She crawled out carrying that memory with her.

[Don't delete the negative comments; keep them for the next round of challenges.]

Those who came back from outside the bridge could no longer be contained.

[Ahhh, seven seconds! I practically knocked my keyboard over!]

[She's been chasing me since the day she stood outside the bridge railing, and today she finally broke down the exit herself!]

[Qingci, look up! All the applause in the arena is for you!]

[A long-time fan reporting in! I've already saved the screenshot of passing the first level!]

Accounts with the "Qingci, keep going!" profile picture filled the screen.

Someone posted old photos of the cross-river bridge rescue and then combined them with the image of Shen Qingci supporting himself as he exited the cabin.

Between the two photos lies the path she walked step by step.

Su Niannian shoved the thermos into Bai Weiwei's arms and clapped her hands together with a crisp sound.

"I knew she could do it!"

Bai Weiwei hugged the cup, a smile playing on her lips, and used one hand to clap along.

Gu Qingshang lowered his arm and opened the next assessment document on his computer desktop.

Chen Lang was still standing outside the yellow line.

"Take a two-minute break."

Shen Qingci took off his helmet, sweat trickling down his face to his chin.

She straightened up, supporting herself on her knees, and took a few breaths to regain her rhythm.

Bai Weiwei handed her the warm water.

Shen Qingci tilted his head back and drank it all, then removed the bottle from his lips.

She turned to look at the director's screen.

On the screen, longtime fans were still scrolling through the same message.

[Xiao Qing, continue to the next level.]

Several new comments followed closely behind.

[You've had your water, and you're breathing again. Let's continue the test!]

[Save a screenshot of the first level, and the second level awaits you!]

Just keep going, we're still here in the live stream.