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

Chen Lang flipped his wrist, and the steering wheel was extended outward by half a mark.

The U9's left front wheel plunged into the shallow water, the tire treads cutting through the water film, and grayish-white water splashed to both sides. The two right wheels rolled over the semi-dry asphalt road surface, and the four motors simultaneously completed torque redistribution, with high-frequency current sounds piercing the rain curtain.

The black and silver rear of the car swept outwards due to centrifugal force.

Mud, gravel, and dead leaves were rolled up by wide tires and built into a gray-black mud wall in mid-air.

one meter.

Two meters.

Three meters!

The mud wall, propelled by the wind, rolled backward, hurtling straight towards the front of the Purple Night Ghost's car.

The mud slammed heavily against the windshield of the Purple Night Ghost, sticking to the glass surface. The beam of light emanating from the front of the car was completely swallowed up, plunging the cockpit into darkness. Only the purple light from the instrument panel shone on the two people's faces.

With the wipers on their highest setting, the rubber blades scraped back and forth in the mud, making a rough friction sound, barely managing to clear two fan-shaped gaps through which light could pass.

Xu Yan's back slammed into the racing seat, leaving a deep dent in the road book pages.

"Visibility obstructed, maintain control of the steering wheel, don't apply the brakes—"

The second half of the sentence stuck in his throat, and Xiao Yunlong slammed his right foot down on the brake pedal.

The Purple Night Ghost's speed suddenly dropped, its right front wheel plunged into deep water, the tire lost traction and began to spin, the rear of the car swayed from side to side along the slippery road, and the reflective markings on the edge of the guardrail swayed back and forth outside the glass, getting closer and closer to the car.

At the same time, looking up in front of the water curtain, U9 cuts across the No. 8 hairpin bend.

The left front wheel breaks through the water, the right front wheel is aligned with the exit, the left rear wheel keeps pushing forward, and the right rear wheel presses down on the road surface, gradually pulling the outward-swung rear end back onto the right track.

The side slip angle value on the dial dropped rapidly.

Twenty-seven degrees.

Twenty-one degrees.

Fifteen degrees.

Nine degrees!

The red warning light on the vehicle attitude panel faded, and a yellow indicator light appeared.

Shen Qingci's gaze locked onto the panel data: "Exit grip restored, power can be supplied."

Chen Lang gripped the spokes firmly with his left hand: "Received."

With his right foot pressing the accelerator pedal to the floor, all four motors were running at full power. The wide tires cut through the water film and gripped the asphalt firmly. A muffled thud came from the chassis, and the swaying body stopped swinging. The front of the car straightened up and plunged into the bend, hugging the outer edge of the Purple Night Ghost.

Half a parking space.

One parking space.

The two race cars passed each other on the bend. The U9's carbon fiber rear wing swept past the front of the Phantom Night, the two cars being less than forty centimeters apart.

The wheels remained inside the track edge without any contact; only the mud kicked up by the U9 created a barrier in the air, leaving the Purple Night Ghost far behind.

The timing light at Turn 8 flashed a green signal to proceed.

Looking up as the U9 passes through Turn 8

[Real-time valid overall score: First]

[Eliminating the three-minute start interval, with a net time lead over Phantom Night: 1.8 seconds]

[New segment record for Turn 8]

The stands fell into a brief silence, then a roar of sound pierced through the rain and swept across the entire stadium.

The metal supports of the canopy resonated with the sound, glow sticks were raised in the stands, forming a long, luminous river along the mountainside, several umbrellas were thrown into the air, and the front-row audience stepped onto plastic seats and shouted and yelled at the black and silver taillights in the distance.

"Overtaken!"

The host slammed his hand on the table, and a loud crack came from the microphone, "From the last starting position, he's surged to first place in real time! Chen Lang only took eight turns!"

"Xiao Yunlong trained thirty-seven times, memorizing the fixed braking points and the fixed track! But tonight the water depth is changing, the grip is changing, the track is changing every second!"

"Shen Qingci recalculated everything, while Chen Lang carried it out! Purple Night Ghost guarded the old answers, while U9 graded papers on the spot in the rain!"

The number of viewers in the live stream surged, and gift effects and bullet comments covered the main screen.

[User "Unskilled" has given away 20 Super Carnival prizes!]

[Ignorant and incompetent: Hahahaha! Where did all thirty-seven repetitions go? Xiao Yunlong, obediently stay in the back and eat my master's exhaust fumes!]

[Eight turns, from last place to first, this was a high-level match!]

Chen Lang was responsible for pushing the car to its limits, and Shen Qingci was responsible for marking those limits to the decimal point!

[Where are those accounts from the Star Rank game? Have they played too many winning games and can't handle losing ones anymore?]

Don't celebrate yet, there's still Turn Nine ahead!

As the comment scrolled across the edge of the screen, the director switched the camera to a higher mountain path.

Turn 9 was shrouded in thick rain and fog, and the entrance was completely blended into the night.

The Purple Night Phantom's wipers slashed away the mud on the windshield. Dozens of meters ahead, the U9's red taillights bounced up and down through the rain, and the distance between the two cars continued to increase.

Xiao Yunlong gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his racing gloves scraping against the leather surface, making a harsh sound. The first position was now down to second.

Xu Yan bent down, picked up the road book that had fallen on the floor mat, and smoothed out the crumpled pages.

She took a deep breath, her chest heaving: "Turn 9, second to the right. The inspection log shows three rockfalls at the exit, and the backflow on the outer side is worse. I suggest reducing speed early, abandoning the training line, and taking the safe middle section."

Xiao Yunlong ignored him, his eyes fixed on the receding taillights ahead, a hard lump of flesh puffing out of his cheeks. He pressed the button on the side of the steering wheel with his thumb, switching to the team's private channel.

A static noise came from the headphones.

"Ah Biao".

In the shadow of the containers at the edge of the repair area, A Biao held a backup terminal that was not connected to the race network, the screen of which was stuck on the equipment maintenance interface at Turn 9.

He looked up, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings. The referees, engineers, and rescue team were all huddled in front of the real-time results screen.

"receive."

"It's raining heavily in the mountains," Xiao Yunlong said in a low voice.

Ah Biao looked at the preset instructions on the screen, his thumb hovering over the confirmation button.

"Drainage systems are prone to failure," Xiao Yunlong gritted his teeth. "Don't let the repairs take too long."

There was no mention of Turn 9, nor of Chen Lang; only two pre-arranged code words.

Ah Biao pressed the confirm button.

Backup lighting is now under remote maintenance.

[Drainage diversion device activated]

In the woods outside Turn Nine, there was a gray repair car with its lights off.

Two screens lit up faintly inside the carriage, and two men in black raincoats gripped the mechanical control levers and pulled them backward with force.

Below the track guardrail, a black metal plate, which had been hidden in the side wall of the drainage ditch, was pulled by a steel cable.

The slab is covered with mud. As the gears turn, one end gets stuck in the pre-reserved groove on the mountain wall, while the other end extends horizontally along the accumulated water, stopping steadily on the normal exit line.

From the perspective of a race car entering a corner, this metal plate is indistinguishable from the muddy road surface.

Once the right front wheel hits this sloping board, the direction of the tire's force will be forcibly changed, and the entire vehicle will slide directly towards the outer guardrail. And outside the guardrail is a steep cliff with a drop of tens of meters.

Inside the repair vehicle, another person pressed a red button on the control panel.

The first warning light at the entrance to Bend 9 is off.

The second warning light then went out.

Inside the repair area, Abiao cleared the cache data from the terminal device, stuffed the machine into the inside pocket of his work clothes, and turned to walk back into the crowd.

Xiao Yunlong switched back to the game channel. Xu Yan was still holding the route map, waiting for his instructions.

"The inspection data for Bend 9 has changed." Xu Yan raised her voice. "The training route can't be used."

"Report according to my route."

Xu Yan paused mid-air as she turned the page: "Your route will lead you into the rockfall zone."

"I've run it thirty-seven times."

"But tonight is different from any of those thirty-seven times!" Xu Yan's voice echoed in the cockpit.

Xiao Yunlong's jawline bulged sharply, his breathing came through the microphone, and he pressed the communication button hard with his right hand: "I said, as usual."

The area inside the helmet fell silent.

Xu Yan looked at the swirling mist outside the windshield, her chest heaving, her throat tightening, and her fingers gripping the edge of the road book, creasing the stiff cardboard.

She shut her mouth, remained silent, and did not announce the data for the next bend.