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

8:40 PM.

Departure area at the top of Cangshan Mountain's Nine Bends.

Heavy rain clouds pressed down on the mountain ridge.

The drainage channel couldn't hold the rainwater pouring from the roof, and mud splashed into the ravine, rising half a meter high.

Workers pushed rubber scrapers through puddles to clear the departure line.

The asphalt road surface had just been cleaned when a layer of muddy water mixed with gravel and fallen leaves gushed down from the upstream slope.

Nineteen bends disappeared into the dark, dense forest.

The racetrack lights meander along the ridge, with deep water accumulating in the low-lying areas and mud piled up on the shoulders.

Fire trucks, medical vehicles, and tow trucks were lined up in a row, with their front ends facing the rescue access.

Behind the departure area.

Ah Biao leaned against the pillar of the maintenance shed of the Purple Night Ghost.

The glow of his phone screen shone on his face. An unsigned message remained in the chat window.

Once position nine is processed, routine checks will not leave a record.

Ah Biao's thumb hovered above the screen.

Pause for half a second, then press the delete key heavily.

He looked up at the newly added monitoring screen at Turn 9.

The camera was focused on the bend, the guardrail, and the outer shoulder, and all the data bars were lit up with green lights.

Ah Biao's Adam's apple bobbed as he put his phone back in his pocket and walked toward Xiao Yunlong.

The official host stepped onto the starting platform, and the large screen behind him switched to weather station data.

"Twenty minutes until the start of the Nine Turns Night Race."

"Over the past three hours, the track has received a total of 47 millimeters of rainfall. The rain has stopped, but water on the upstream slopes is still migrating downhill."

The track profile is displayed on the large screen, with several blue lines crossing the hillside and converging on the sixth, ninth, and thirteenth turns.

"The water accumulation points recorded by the survey vehicle ten minutes ago cannot represent the road conditions when the race car passed through."

"When the tires drive over wet ground, mud and water can be kicked up at any moment. The driver is responsible for controlling the vehicle, while the navigator is responsible for determining whether the data they have is still usable."

"Tonight, no route can be copied from the mountaintop to the foot of the mountain."

The number of viewers in the live stream exceeded 600,000.

Xiao Yunlong's fans held up a record of 37 training sessions on the Nine Turns course, which dominated the comments section. The terms "Driver Chen" and "Navigator Shen" surged to the top of the platform's competition rankings.

[Thirty-seven real-world training sessions—Young Master Long could run this mountain with his eyes closed!]

[Purple Night Ghost completes three rounds of rain tire calibration; home advantage is undeniable.]

[Run with your eyes closed? I suggest you open them; the roads are flooded tonight.]

The U9 performs well on the high-speed test track, but there's no buffer zone on the winding roads.

[Navigator Shen received an A rating this morning: seven-second evacuation, zero errors in code reporting, and identification of incorrect route plans. Who can still criticize him for being a newcomer?]

The director posted the morning's assessment materials on the event information board, with the evacuation recordings, route book correction records, and A-level certifications scrolling by in sequence.

Just as a few comments questioning Shen Qingci's eligibility to participate appeared, the audience members who had watched the morning's assessment posted the official rules.

The navigator's qualifications are jointly reviewed by the event organizers, independent safety officers, and the vehicle engineering team.

She submitted the application, completed the exam, and the results are also available on the competition's backend.

It took her twelve years to regain her right to choose; don't make decisions for her from behind a screen.

The roar of engines could be heard from the entrance to the departure area.

The first race car passed through the inspection gate.

Vehicle identification number, tire model, and seal status are simultaneously projected onto the large screen.

An independent referee crouches down beside the car, scans the chassis with a scanning device, uploads photos of the scene to the race system, and the turn signal turns green.

The second car entered the track, followed closely by the third.

Umbrellas were crowded together in the stands, and cell phones were held above people's heads.

Security guards patrolled along the barriers, referees stood guard at the starting line, and all convoy personnel were kept outside the yellow line.

Eight forty-seven.

Two beams of purple car lights illuminated the entrance to the mountain road.

The Lamborghini Night Phantom drove over the water and onto the inspection platform.

The low-slung body is painted in a purplish-black color, and the carbon fiber pattern spreads out under the lights.

Xiao Yunlong sat in the driver's seat wearing a helmet of the same color, his racing suit covered with sponsor logos.

Xu Yan was slumped in the passenger seat, her silver-gray racing suit wrinkled by the five-point seatbelt.

Her chest heaved as she gripped the emergency pull ring on the car door.

Press your knuckles together firmly, then loosen them to pull on the securing strap.

The camera pans across the screen.

She twitched the corners of her mouth upwards twice, waved towards the stands, and rubbed her palm vigorously on the leg of her racing suit pants.

The support area arranged by Xingyao in advance lit up with light boards, purple car flags waved along the stands, and shouts drowned out the broadcast.

[The Phantom of the Purple Night enters!]

[The vehicle, rider, and helmet are all uniformly purple and black; Xingyao must have spent a lot on advertising this time.]

Xu Yan has already checked the car doors three times.

[They offered double the signing fee just to switch co-drivers at the last minute; anyone in that situation would have to be familiar with the emergency escape procedures.]

Xiao Yunlong lowered the car window halfway and handed the competition certificate to the referee.

Ah Biao followed beside the team, holding up the team's communication board.

"Young Master Long, track data loading complete."

"The sixth turn?"

"The data has been revised according to the data reviewed in the early morning, and the outer settlement zone has been marked in red."

Xiao Yunlong removed his mask.

"What about the ninth bend?"

Ah Biao pressed his thumb against the edge of the communication board, causing his knuckles to bulge.

"New camera position online, track closure record normal."

Xiao Yunlong glanced at him in the rearview mirror.

Ah Biao nodded emphatically.

"The rest will proceed as planned."

The referee completed the tire inspection and pointed his arm towards starting position number one.

The Purple Night Phantom glided forward and stopped at the white line.

The exhaust pipes at the rear of the car kicked up waves of heat, and water droplets on the ground rolled to both sides.

The number of viewers in the live stream jumped to 820,000.

Xiao Yunlong looked up and saw that the second departure bay next to him was still empty.

He tapped the steering wheel with two fingers, his knuckles striking the leather with a dull thud.

Where are they?

The sound of a high-frequency motor could be heard from down the mountain.

Two beams of white light cleaved through the moisture at the entrance and swept across the inspection door.

Looking up, we see the U9 driving onto the platform.

Only the race number and inspection seal remain on the front of the car, with water droplets sliding down the carbon fiber body.

As the four wheels rolled over the drainage ditch, the suspension of the cloud carriage adjusted its height wheel by wheel.

The chassis smoothly passed over the inspection platform, the body as smooth as a mirror.

On the other side of the stands, a girl with a high ponytail stood on a seat first, cupping her hands around her mouth.

"Chen Lang!"

The female fans around them put away their umbrellas and raised their phones and light sticks.

"Brother Lang, look here!"

"Driver Chen, lead Navigator Shen to victory in the race!"

Several girls in the front row were patting the guardrail. The two characters "Chen Lang" on the light board were connected in one line. Someone held a megaphone above their head, and their voices pierced through the sound of water on the roof.

"The racing suit is so cool!"

"Director, give us a close-up! Quick, a close-up!"

Hundreds of sounds emanated from the starting platform and echoed up the hillside.

The shouts of "Lang Ge" and "Xiao Qing Ci" overlapped, drowning out the speakers in the Xingyao support area.

The official live stream of the Nine Bends event was featured on the event's homepage, attracting a large influx of casual viewers who came for the racing and then flooded into the live stream through the trending topics.

[Wait a minute, whose U9 just drove in? Why are so many people shouting all of a sudden?]

Who is Chen Lang? Is he a newly signed star driver for any racing team?

I just came to watch the night game, why is the entrance like a top celebrity walking the red carpet?

[Quiet down, director, quickly cut to the driver! I want to see how handsome he is in person.]

Longtime fans appeared almost simultaneously.

[Newcomer Report: Don't guess it's a celebrity or a professional race car driver; he's just a regular high school graduate who failed the college entrance exam.]

[To add: A failed college entrance exam candidate who can jump off a bridge to save someone, drive a heavy truck, participate in extreme sports, receive official praise, and even conveniently get a job at a PR company.]

Don't be intimidated by the spectacle; he hasn't even debuted yet. He skipped filling out college applications right after his college entrance exams and went straight to dominating the extreme sports world.

New fans can call him Brother Lang, or God Lang if they prefer. His current educational background is only high school graduation.

[The passenger in the passenger seat next to me is Shen Qingci. She just passed the official A-level navigator qualification exam this morning. She's not just a pretty face, so don't make fun of her.]

The comment section paused for two seconds.

You call this kind of resume "recent graduate who failed the college entrance exam"?

Has the race for those who failed their college entrance exams become this chaotic?

[I'm still revising spreadsheets three years after graduating from university, while he failed his college entrance exam and is already driving a U9 in the winding city?]

How can you be sure he's handsome when the car door isn't even open?

[Don't worry, the director will soon teach you a lesson with facts.]