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

Inside the Purple Night Ghost, Xiao Yunlong stopped tapping the steering wheel.

He turned his head to look at the U9 that had entered the inspection area.

Before the director's screen even cut to a close-up, the girl in the audience had already turned all her phone cameras towards it.

The telephoto lenses that had been aimed at the Purple Night Ghost also moved.

Xiao Yunlong gripped the steering wheel tightly, leaving dents in the leather handle.

"He came to run a race, and he even brought people to film idol dramas."

Xu Yan looked down at the route book and didn't reply.

Ah Biao approached the car window.

"Young Master Long, the number of camera shots doesn't matter. They'll shut up once the timing results are out."

Xiao Yunlong stared at the U9 and snorted coldly.

"Can you really navigate the winding roads with just your face?"

After saying that, he glanced at the big screen again.

U9 stopped in the inspection area.

The car door opens upwards.

Chen Lang bent down and stepped out of the cockpit, handing the document bag to the referee.

A black fireproof racing suit covered her shoulders and back.

The silver stitching tapes from the shoulders to the waist, leaving only the U9 logo and race number on the chest.

The cuffs and collar were all buttoned up.

The black earring in her left ear has been removed.

A few strands of hair, damp with moisture, clung to her forehead.

He stood up straight, holding onto the car door, his shoulder line sharply defined under the stadium lights.

He did not wave towards the stands.

He ignored the camera lens that was being pushed towards him.

He picked up the verification form and directly confirmed the serial number, tire batch number, and vehicle-mounted fire suppression system with the referee.

In the live stream, the passersby who were just asking questions all changed their tune.

Holy crap.

[Wait, is this guy really a failed exam candidate? Are you sure he's not a newly signed actor from the film academy?]

[Director, please keep the camera steady; I didn't get a clear look at her face just now.]

[Those shoulders, that waistline, that face... are you telling me he didn't debut?]

[No need to wait for him to drive; with that face alone, I can definitely win the first round.]

Long-time fans are starting to skillfully correct mistakes.

[This is not an entertainment company; it's a personal live-streaming account. For the occupation field, we suggest filling in "failed college entrance exam student."]

Don't ask which drama it was; his most famous scene was jumping off a bridge across the river, a live performance without a stunt double.

[Friendly reminder: This wasn't filming; we were rescuing people.]

[Don't judge a newcomer by their looks alone. What's most outrageous about him isn't his appearance, but that he's so handsome and incredibly skilled in combat.]

So you guys keep calling him a failed exam candidate, and you're not just making a joke about it?

No, he genuinely failed to get into university.

The female fans' shouts once again broke through the barriers.

"Chen Lang looks so handsome even when he's signing something with his head down!"

"Let's weld the black and silver racing suit onto his body!"

As soon as a girl finished shouting, her companion pulled her back.

"Don't disturb him, he's verifying the security system!"

"Then I'll shout it softly!"

She lowered her voice, still holding the light board with both hands.

"Chen Lang, keep it up!"

The director then pushed a side view of Chen Lang onto the main screen.

The camera pans from his wet, tousled hair to his sharp eyebrows and eyes, then down to his taut cuffs and the back of his hand as he signs.

The stadium's overhead lights loomed over us.

His eyelids drooped, and his gaze remained fixed on the verification form.

The pen tip swept across the paper without pausing for a moment.

The comment section paused for a moment, then new comments quickly filled the screen.

[This is called not seeing the face clearly? The director was so close he was practically filming their eyes!]

[He wasn't even looking into the stands, so how can he still be so handsome?]

[The Purple Night Ghost looks like the convoy is finished, while U9 looks like they're on a mission into the mountains.]

[Don't just focus on driver Chen. The person in the passenger seat is navigator Shen. He got an A grade in the official assessment this morning; he could spot mistakes in a 300-page roadbook.]

[Got it, one person is responsible for using their looks to lure me in, and the other is responsible for using their skills to keep me in the live stream.]

The window of the Purple Night Ghost's car was rolled up halfway.

Xiao Yunlong stared at the close-up of Chen Lang on the big screen.

He looked down, straightened the sponsor logo on his chest, and adjusted his mask again.

The camera was still focused on the U9, and even the rear of the Purple Night Ghost was not shown.

"Have someone from the convoy contact the director."

Ah Biao was stunned for a moment.

"Why contact the director?"

"Do I have to teach you how to divide the racing preparation shots?"

Ah Biao glanced at the stands.

The female fans' light sticks had already lit up half a circle around the second starting position.

The number of viewers in the official live stream is still increasing.

"Official signals are controlled by the race center; the teams have no say in them."

Xiao Yunlong slapped the steering wheel with his palm.

"Then let him take more pictures. Let's see how long these people can keep shouting after Chen Lang stops at Turn 9."

The camera pans along the door of the U9 into the driver's cabin.

Shen Qingci sat in the passenger seat, also wearing a black and silver fireproof racing suit.

Shoulder, neck, waist, abdomen and leg braces are all secured.

The silver trim avoids the area where the seatbelt is stressed, and there are no extra decorations.

Her long hair was braided into a low braid and tucked into a fireproof hood.

The silver-white helmet rested on his knees.

The outer shell only displays the initials of the name, blood type, and Class A navigator certification.

The shouts from the stands were still seeping into the car.

She didn't wave.

The road book lay open on his lap.

The settlement zone on the outer side of the sixth bend, the blind spot of the ninth bend, and the water migration route of the thirteenth bend have all been renumbered.

Next to the paper road map is a separate data terminal.

Three signal sources are simultaneously connected to the screen.

Shen Qingci pressed down on the earphone.

"Added camera position at Bend 9, verify data packet."

Inside the broadcast van, Ye Xingyu dragged the corresponding channel onto the main screen.

"The video is normal, with a delay of 42 milliseconds."

Shen Qingci opened the data log.

Move your gaze along the sequence numbers one by one.

"Forty-three frames were skipped in the middle, and the system did not mark the packet loss."

Ye Xingyu stopped, her hand on the control panel still.

Gu Qingshang approached the screen and pulled up the original match record.

"time?"

"20:39:12".

The only sound in the broadcast van was the clatter of keyboards.

Three seconds later, the event technician connected to the channel.

"The No. 9 bend camera underwent an automatic bitrate switch during that time period, and the original video was saved locally."

Shen Qingci did not close the terminal.

"Request local storage for simultaneous image upload; enable dual-channel verification at Bend 9."

Gu Qingshang opened the supplementary terms of the competition.

"Based on Article 17, the application is valid. The original records are archived in the notary office, and no one has the right to overwrite them."

The technician responded.

"Received, dual-channel connection established."

A green light has appeared in the data column.

Shen Qingci then turned to the book of return routes.

The live stream chat exploded with comments.

[We're still looking at Chen Lang's racing suit, and she's already checked 43 frames?]

[A-level navigator isn't just a sticker; she gets to work as soon as she gets in the car.]

[There was a frame skipping issue at Turn 9. The race organizers have already activated dual lanes, so no one can cause trouble in the dark tonight.]

Upon seeing the comments on the screen, the girl with the high ponytail in the stands immediately pressed the megaphone into her clothes.

She waved to the people around her.

"Quiet, Navigator Shen is at work."

The shouts were silenced.

Hundreds of mobile phones were still held up, their cameras pointed at the black and silver car body in the inspection area.

Xiao Yunlong saw this scene through the car window.

He pulled down his mask and turned the track voice prompts to the highest volume.

"You're quite the actor."

Ah Biao stood outside the car, his gaze fixed on the surveillance camera at Bend 9.

The newly connected dual-channel green light is shining steadily.