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

Ye Xingyu held the ruling document, still standing under the awning.

Rainwater trickled down the edge of the tarpaulin, forming several thin streams on the ground.

Most of the people in the finish line area had dispersed. The live broadcast ball was suspended outside the awning, and the camera avoided her reddened eyes, only capturing the scene of a few people gathered together discussing dinner.

The group has already gone through a second round of discussions about what vegetables to buy tomorrow night, how many chickens to stew, and which market to pick out mushrooms from.

Bai Weiwei pulled out the market's opening hours and carefully read out the stall names.

"The chicken has to be picked out early in the morning; freshly killed chicken makes the best soup. Mushrooms should be bought in the afternoon, as they wilt easily if left out too long. And what does Xingyu like to eat? Sour, sweet, or spicy?"

"She just finished working on something today, so don't torture her with chili peppers yet." Su Niannian counted the number of people on her fingers. "We need two chicken stews and a fish. A celebration feast with just soup won't do; we need a few dishes that everyone will be scrambling to get."

Gu Qingshang had already prepared a purchase list, with the number of people, ingredients, allergens, and cooking time divided into several columns, and even a backup menu was listed.

Over the past few years, Ye Xingyu's schedule has also been filled with such forms.

Announcements, GG, Business, Training.

What time to get up, how many bites to eat, how long to smile in front of the camera, what to say to the brand—everything is written for her.

If you gain even half a pound more in weight, your agent will chase you to the dressing room with the data; if you laugh less on a show, an extra page of problems will appear in the debriefing meeting.

Now, this procurement list has no notification number, no breach of contract clauses, and no one is calculating how much exposure it can bring.

Several people were busy preparing the dishes, just to set up a meal for her.

The rolled-up corners of the ruling pressed against her palm. She bent down and pressed them a few times, but the pages still bore creases.

Ye Xingyu raised her head, her gaze passing over the crowd under the awning and settling on Chen Lang's face.

"Thank you."

"Here we go again." Chen Lang raised his hand and picked at his ear. "These two words have been lining up to clock in every day. I'm about to give them employee badges."

Ye Xingyu hugged the documents tightly, her throat bobbing a few times.

"But I still want to say it."

"Then save it for now." Chen Lang gestured with his chin toward the ruling. "Eat two extra bowls of rice tomorrow night. When you make money later, treat me to a meal alone."

Ye Xingyu paused for two seconds.

"Just one meal?"

"Let's finish our meal first, we can deal with everything else later." Chen Lang raised his hand and tapped the cover of the document. "You signed your name, and you chose this path yourself. I'm just a driver who conveniently filled in any potholes in the way."

Ye Xingyu looked down at the signature on the cover.

The black ink had dried completely.

She has no stage name, no commercial label from a company. The three characters are simply her own.

Shen Qingci turned her face away and raised the corners of her lips slightly.

Stop making a scene for yourself.

Chen Lang turned to look at her.

"Does the navigator have complaints about the driver's service?"

"Driving skills are up to standard." Shen Qingci's gaze fell on the black shirt he had just changed into.

The fabric clung to his shoulders and back, and there were still traces of blood that hadn't been wiped away below the right cuff.

Chen Lang stood casually, his right arm hanging at his side, but he always avoided a certain angle when he raised it.

"Inadequate skills in handling the wounded."

"I'm waiting for you here, aren't I?"

"What are you waiting for me to do?"

"Come in with me, and I'll cooperate with the inspection."

Shen Qingci looked up and stared at him for a few seconds.

"When did you stop cooperating?"

"When the doctor told me to stay away from you."

"You've been standing there watching the whole time, and people don't even dare to tighten the straps."

Chen Lang chuckled.

"That's called on-site supervision."

"Come on."

Shen Qingci lowered her eyes, straightened the straps on her shoulders, and pressed the crooked strips of cloth back into the buckles.

"Let's get the injury checked out tonight. We need to go back to the courtyard for dinner tomorrow night. Don't let it get to the point where you can't lift your arm and Weiwei has to feed you."

"No need to feed her." Chen Lang stepped aside, making way for the examination room. "Will Professor Shen be accompanying you during your appointment?"

Shen Qingci pinched the end of the strap and his throat moved.

"accompany."

After uttering the first word, she stepped towards the medical corridor.

Su Niannian stood behind and urged them on.

"Get back to work! If you two don't finish your checkups, neither of you will be sleeping in the courtyard tonight. We have a banquet tomorrow night, so don't you dare come to the table injured."

Bai Weiwei raised her phone and waved it at the two of them.

"We'll go back together after the check-up. I'll cook porridge for everyone first, and tomorrow night I'll serve mushrooms and chicken soup. I guarantee everyone will be so full they won't be able to walk."

The levitating ball brought this scene to the live stream.

Despite the challenges of Turn Nine, the championship win, the rescue, and the contract termination, the number of online viewers remains above 1.4 million.

Gift notifications scrolled up from the bottom of the screen, and the screen was filled with comments.

[I used up half a pack of tissues watching tonight's live stream; Xingyu is truly free now.]

I've remembered the phrase: "Sign your own name, choose your own route."

[The celebration party is scheduled for tomorrow night, right? I'll set my alarm now!]

[Weiwei was in charge of making the mushroom and chicken stew, Niannian was in charge of throwing the phone into the pot, and President Gu was in charge of conducting a risk assessment of the pot.]

[Brother Lang, go get checked right away! There's still blood on your cuff, don't try to tough it out.]

[Qingci personally escorted him; let's see if he dares to run away again.]

[From now on, Xingyu can sing whenever she wants and rest whenever she wants, without having to worry about Xingyao's attitude anymore.]

Stop mentioning Xiao Yunlong, tonight belongs to Ye Xingyu.

Holding the ruling, Ye Xingyu watched Chen Lang and Shen Qingci walk towards the medical exit.

Tears were still pressed against her eyelashes.

She didn't raise her hand to wipe it; the corners of her lips slowly turned up, and the professional expression she had cultivated over the years was gone.

There were no rules about how many teeth to show, and no one stood behind the camera to remind her to control her crying.

She lowered her head, her thumb tracing the cover of the ruling.

The creases she had made remained on the paper. Ye Xingyu didn't press them down again, but simply pressed the document against her chest.

As I turned and walked toward the parking area, my shoes waded through the puddles, each step firm and steady.

Su Niannian caught up and put her arm around her shoulder.

"What are you still standing there for? I'll go back and cook you some porridge. Let me make this clear: tonight, anyone who dares to discuss work will have their phone thrown into the pot."

"You'll throw yours away too?"

"My job is to keep track of time; I'm part of the kitchen equipment."

Ye Xingyu felt a lump in her throat and laughed out loud with her head down. The laughter was muffled by the sound of the rain, but her shoulders twitched a few times.

Bai Weiwei ran over with her phone containing a list of mushrooms, her shoes splashing into puddles and her trouser legs getting splattered with mud.

"Wait for me. I haven't asked Xingyu if she wants sweet or savory porridge yet."

"It's sweet, isn't it?" Ye Xingyu said.

"Add brown sugar?"

"Um."

Bai Weiwei immediately added a line to the list.

Gu Qingshang closed the folder, opened the umbrella to cover the three people, and Su Niannian squeezed to the middle to make room for Ye Xingyu.

Bai Weiwei, clutching her phone, ducked under the umbrella, while Gu Qingshang tilted his wrist toward them, exposing one of his shoulders to the rain.

The parking area was flooded, and four shadows squeezed under the same umbrella, swaying with each step.

Shen Qingci took a few steps and looked back.

Ye Xingyu was pulled forward by Su Niannian, the judgment firmly held in her arms.

Bai Weiwei was holding up her phone, asking how many spoonfuls of brown sugar to put in, when Gu Qingshang pulled her under the umbrella.

Several people stepped through the puddles, arguing about whether or not goji berries should be added to sweet porridge.

Shen Qingci paused for a moment.

She looked away and reached out to grab Chen Lang's sleeve.

"Hurry up."

"He just told me not to move around."

"Get checked early, go home early."

"In a hurry to drink porridge?"

"I have to attend a celebration banquet tomorrow night."

Chen Lang glanced down at the sleeve she was holding.

Shen Qingci had already let go and walked to the door of the consultation room. She pressed down on the doorknob, and white light shone across the floor.

She stood by the door waiting, the beauty mark under her eye clearly visible in the light.

She didn't urge her a second time, nor did she go in alone.

As Chen Lang stepped across the threshold, a system notification sounded in his mind.

[Detection indicates that target Shen Qingci has achieved a deep behavioral breakthrough]

The breakthrough for healing has been identified: establishing a sustainable anchor for the future.

The target began proactively checking on the safety of important companions and included accompanying, caring for, and returning home together in their personal plans.

The target behavior has shifted from passively accepting protection to actively participating in the relationship.

[The goal is for them to be able to make requests, accept care, and express their desire for companionship.]

[Core cognitive update: Intimate relationships and control have been completely separated]

Care doesn't have to be exchanged for obedience, and companionship doesn't have to come at the cost of self-sacrifice.

[Judgment: The goal is to begin to believe that there is still a worthwhile life to participate in after today.]

[Shen Qingci's healing progress: 75% → 80%]

Chen Lang paused for a moment.

Shen Qingci, holding onto the door, turned around.

"What's wrong?"

Chen Lang looked at her, a smile playing on his lips.

I've noticed you've changed.

Shen Qingci's eyebrows twitched.

"What has changed?"

"You've become cuter."

Only the low hum of medical equipment could be heard by the door.

Shen Qingci stopped holding the fixation strap, turned her face away, stared at the medical flowchart on the wall for a few seconds, and then met his gaze again.

"You mean, I wasn't good-looking before?"

Chen Lang chuckled softly and walked into the examination room.

"It looked good before too."

"Now they care if I'm injured, they'll take me for a check-up, and they even remember to go back for dinner together tomorrow night. That's a step up."

Shen Qingci followed behind him, her shoe tip touching his heel.

"Be poor."

"Yes, sir."

The levitating ball followed to the door of the consultation room, stopped filming in privacy mode, and only turned the camera to the corridor. Chen Lang's voice could still be heard in the live broadcast room, and the barrage was full of laughter.

[Assessment complete: Lang Ge has no standing in the family compared to Shen Tongxue.]

[The person who can make Brother Lang conduct a proper inspection has appeared.]

This isn't just accompanying someone to a doctor; it's like being escorted by a personal escort.

Please reserve a seat for me at the celebration banquet tomorrow night; I'll bring my own bowl and chopsticks.

Let's rest first; everyone's exhausted tonight.