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

Below the floating ball, a trending topic suddenly popped up on the live stream's public screen.

[The identity of the co-driver of the champion at the Nine Bends Bridge has been revealed: a suicidal girl whom Chen Lang once rescued from the cross-river bridge.]

The title was captured by the platform and displayed at the top of the screen.

The words "suicidal girl" were highlighted in bold red.

Shen Qingci paused for a moment with the porcelain spoon in her hand.

The mushroom soup in the bowl rippled gently, hitting the blue and white porcelain wall and making a very light, crisp sound.

She didn't say anything.

Chen Lang leaned back in the rattan chair, his gaze sweeping over the push notification, and his left index finger tapped the edge of the control panel.

The trending topic notification disappeared immediately.

"Who posted this?" Su Niannian put down her beer bottle, her eyebrows already raised. "Why didn't they cut out all that footage from Bend 9 last night? Why did they have to dig up someone's past wounds as a headline?"

Gu Qingshang picked up his phone and glanced at the entry.

"This was reposted by a marketing account. The original video wasn't malicious, but the title used tags that are easiest to attract traffic."

She paused, then continued sliding her fingertips down.

"The related posts have been forwarded over 100,000 times."

A section of the firewood in the brazier had burned through.

The half-burnt charcoal rolled toward the edge of the copper basin, and Bai Weiwei reached out with iron tongs and pushed it back into the fire.

Ye Xingyu looked down at Shen Qingci.

Shen Qingci lowered her eyes, the pale red beauty mark at the corner of her eye reflecting the firelight.

She simply put the porcelain spoon back into the bowl, without touching her phone or looking at the now-disappeared headline.

Gu Qingshang put his phone away and flipped it back onto the desktop.

"After meeting Chen Lang, the rescue at the beach, the investigation at the old ancestral hall, and the high-speed car chase on the winding road—any one of these events alone could be made into a movie."

She picked up her glass and touched the beer bottle in front of Su Niannian.

"As a result, in some people's mouths, everything Qingci did was not as useful as an old label."

The rims of the cups collided.

Beer foam gushed out from the bottle neck and slid across Su Niannian's hand.

Su Niannian tilted her head back and took a swig, the bottom of the bottle hitting the corner of the table with a "bang".

That's just how people are online.

"Anyone who falls down once will be nailed to the pit for life."

She reached out and grabbed a wooden spoon, scooping out the last few pieces of mushrooms from the bottom of the casserole.

"But then again, this past week has really been strange for us."

"Rescuing people at sea, investigating cases in Cangshan, and last night we even flew over the No. 9 bend in the U9. We've encountered rescue teams, traffic police, lawyers, and criminal police all at once."

The wooden spoon was raised and pointed at Chen Lang in the rattan chair.

"An ordinary person might not encounter such a thing even after ten years, but you collect the whole set in seven days."

"They can save lives in the sea, solve cases in the mountains, and even race cars on the track."

"Chen Lang, where did you get such skills?"

Chen Lang's left leg was resting on a wooden stool, while his right arm was still slung across his chest by a strap.

A black windbreaker was loosely draped over his shoulders, and his stray hairs were slightly disheveled by the night wind.

The firelight shone through the black earring on his left ear, casting a cold glint.

He didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Professional necessity."

Su Niannian narrowed her eyes.

What's your profession?

"Travel blogger".

A peanut flew right in front of me.

Chen Lang turned his head to avoid it.

The peanut brushed past his ear and landed precisely in the small dish next to Shen Qingci.

The floating ball, like a dutiful bystander, followed Peanut around halfway before pulling the camera back to the two of them.

Shen Qingci was holding a blue and white porcelain bowl.

The mushroom soup had cooled down, the chicken had been shredded into small pieces, and all the bones had been removed.

A few pieces of green onion floated on the soup noodles, and the heat had already subsided.

She scooped up half a spoonful and brought it to Chen Lang's lips.

Chen Lang lowered his head and drank it.

His Adam's apple bobbed once, and he sank even deeper into the wicker chair.

"The temperature is just right."

Shen Qingci brushed aside the chopped scallions in the next spoonful.

"There are still three people left."

"Follow the navigator's instructions."

The second spoonful was handed over.

Chen Lang opened his mouth and caught it, his expression as natural as if he had rehearsed this eight hundred times.

In the live stream, the 450,000 viewers fell silent for a moment, then launched a barrage of criticism.

Wait, wasn't he just adjusting the levitation ball with his left hand?

[Holding a teacup, peeling an orange, dodging peanuts—it was all so smooth, like playing on high frame rate. Now suddenly you can't even lift a bowl?]

Last night I controlled four motors with one hand; tonight I can't take care of myself with one hand.

[Qingci, run! This man is using his injury to trick you into feeding him!]

I hereby declare that the current state of "Wandering God" is selective disability.

[Qing Ci's fans demand an on-the-spot medical examination!]

CP fans immediately flooded the public chat.

What injuries are they checking? This is the post-race rehabilitation service for the championship team!

[Since even Navigator Shen has no objections, why should you object?]

[This is legal feeding; we recommend increasing the amount.]

[Quiet down, I'm taking a screenshot. I'll get angry if anyone blocks my view.]

Qin Feng, with the Dark Gold Ranking No. 1, squeezed into the screen.

【master!】

You still have your left hand!

My sister locked me in her office, and I even had to bring myself my own coffee!

Chen Lang glanced at the comments and lazily raised an eyebrow.

"The wounded need care."

Su Niannian tapped the edge of the casserole with a wooden spoon.

"The doctor told you to move your right arm less, not to retire your left arm."

"The body is a whole."

"Did their skin evolve independently?"

Bai Weiwei couldn't help but laugh so hard she bent over, holding the pliers.

Ye Xingyu hugged her knees, and the red string she bought for five yuan on her wrist dangled from her sleeve.

The jingling of silver bells gently tapped against the hem of the trousers.

The third spoonful stopped in mid-air.

Shen Qingci raised her eyes.

Her gaze fell on Chen Lang's left hand.

The hand had just adjusted the control panel, picked up the teacup, and even as the peanut flew towards it, it used the armrest to adjust its body, its five fingers moving freely.

By any measure, he doesn't look like someone who can't lift a two-ounce porcelain bowl.

Chen Lang met her gaze, his expression open and honest, without the slightest hint of guilt.

"You can't believe everything you read online."

"Um."

"I know my physical condition best."

"Um."

"The impact of landing last night was transmitted to my shoulder and back, and the muscles on my left side also bore a lot of the load."

"Um."

Shen Qingci responded three times.

Then, she put the porcelain spoon down.

Chen Lang sat up half an inch.

The live stream chat was instantly flooded with question marks.

[Here it comes, Qingci has finally come to her senses!]

Give him the bowl! Let him eat by himself!

[A major case of a "green tea" act backfires!]

Shen Qingci did not push the bowl over.

She simply switched to holding the bowl with her left hand and pulled out a tissue with her right.

Slender, white fingers reached across the gap between the two and wiped away a bit of soup from the corner of Chen Lang's mouth.

Fold the tissue and place it on the table.

She scooped up another piece of chicken.

I know you can eat by yourself.

Chen Lang remained silent.

"I know you're faking it."

The people at the table all turned their heads at the same time.

Su Niannian held up the beer bottle, her mouth agape.

Bai Weiwei held a piece of firewood between her fingers and stopped above the brazier.

The little silver bell on Ye Xingyu's wrist also went silent.

Shen Qingci brought the spoonful of chicken to Chen Lang's lips.

"You were the one who brought me home last night."

Her voice was soft, but she didn't avoid the camera.

"Today, I'm willing to feed."

Chen Lang lowered his eyes and ate the chicken.

The casual smile at the corners of his lips lifted slightly.

"Then I'll continue to be injured."

"Tonight only."

"Can I renew my subscription?"

"It depends on their performance."

Su Niannian slammed the beer bottle onto the table.

"So, one of you was openly pretending, while the other saw through it but still cooperated, just using us and the live stream as spice?"

The public chat was immediately lost.

She said she was willing! Does anyone have a ventilator they could lend me?

The point isn't about feeding her soup; it's that she was willing!

Before, she didn't even dare to choose what she wanted to eat; now she can choose who to take care of.

[Qing Ci's fans have announced a ceasefire, and Chen Lang has been granted the right to legally feed his child tonight.]

What does "mutual support" mean? It means one person is willing to pretend, and the other is willing to indulge.

[Tonight only! Don't push your luck, you rascal!]

Qin Feng unleashed several dark gold barrages.

"Driver, please teach me how to drive."

I feel like I can't learn this skill.

My sister is right behind me.

She told me to learn how to read financial statements first, and then figure out how to be fed.