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

The laughter in the courtyard hit the earthen wall and then fell back onto the long table.

Gu Qingshang picked up the kettle and poured half a cup of hot water for Ye Xingyu.

She looked at Shen Qingci and softened her voice.

"She has indeed changed a lot."

Su Niannian dipped the wooden spoon into the casserole and slowly stirred the bottom of the pot.

"The day she first arrived in Dali, when I asked her what she wanted to eat, she could sit and stare at the menu for half an hour."

Bai Weiwei pushed the firewood that had burned off-center back into the heart of the fire.

"When choosing mushrooms, people look at our expressions first; when buying clothes, they ask others if they think they suit us."

Ye Xingyu raised her wrist, the red rope hanging outside her sleeve, and the small silver bell swaying gently in the firelight.

"Today, she's already arranged for me to go eat roasted milk fan at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

"They also stipulated that the last stop must be a mushroom hot pot meal."

Shen Qingci glanced at her.

"Highest rated in the strategy guide."

"Okay." Ye Xingyu nodded with a smile, "I'll listen to the champion navigator."

This sentence was transmitted through the sound-receiving module of the suspended sphere into the live broadcast room of 500,000 people.

The rapidly scrolling bullet comments gradually slowed down.

Someone reposted that old screenshot of the bridge spanning the river.

Outside the railing, the river breeze lifted the hem of the girl's school uniform.

Inside the guardrail, Chen Lang stood on the narrow steel beam and stretched out a hand towards her.

I've been following this live stream since the very first one.

At that time, she didn't even leave herself a tomorrow.

The next comment appeared immediately.

Later, she ate her first bowl of plain noodles in the RV, and holding her chopsticks, asked what she was going to do after she finished eating.

[It was the first time she had voluntarily entered a shopping mall. She hesitated at the entrance for a long time, but finally stepped inside.]

On the night of the mudslide, Chen Lang was hanging from the cliff edge. It was she who guarded the winch, pulling him back millimeter by millimeter.

[She rescued Ye Xingyu at the beach, kneeling on the ground performing chest compressions, her hands trembling, but she never messed up the number of repetitions.]

[The power went out at Turn 9 last night. She was in the passenger seat and kept calling out the code until the very last second.]

The four images were posted one by one on the public screen by longtime fans.

The girl outside the bridge.

Rescuers in front of the winch.

A figure kneeling on the beach, performing emergency first aid.

The passenger in the passenger seat calmly announces the odds at Turn 9.

Someone posted a sentence.

From waiting for others to rescue her, to her starting to rescue others.

Follow with the second sentence.

From outside the bridge to the passenger seat.

The third sentence fills the entire screen.

She has already gone very far.

More and more longtime fans are starting to capture those moments that no one deliberately recorded, yet which truly existed.

My first meal at a street food stall.

The first cell phone that belonged to her.

This is the first time we have taken the initiative to counter the online trolls.

He reached out to check Chen Lang's injury for the first time.

The first time I said "tomorrow".

Hundreds of thousands of comments, without prior discussion, converged into the same sentence at this moment.

Shen Qingci, welcome back.

Six words filled the live stream room.

One line follows another.

No one mentions the "suicidal girl" anymore.

No one mentions that bridge anymore.

Shen Qingci held the soup bowl, her wrist stopping in front of Chen Lang.

The soup in the bowl rippled slightly.

She stared at the public screen projected by the floating ball, the red beauty mark at the corner of her eye illuminated by the firelight.

Her eyelashes drooped down, then slowly lifted again.

Her right hand reached over the back of the chair and grabbed the hem of Chen Lang's coat.

The black fabric bunched up in his palm, creating a crease.

Chen Lang neither urged him nor spoke.

He simply placed his left hand on the armrest between the two of them.

Palms facing up.

Shen Qingci glanced down at it.

A few seconds later, she put her hand in.

Bring your five fingers together.

The live stream is still scrolling.

Don't walk too fast.

Stop if you're tired, everyone's here.

[Eat more meals, visit more places, and see Erhai Lake more often in the future.]

You don't need to prove you're completely healed.

The wind on the bridge has passed.

Shen Qingci took a breath.

Slowly raise your chest.

She placed the soup bowl on the table and reached out to pull away the floating ball control panel in front of Chen Lang.

Chen Lang glanced at her sideways but did not stop her.

Shen Qingci lowered the camera height.

The levitating ball moved forward half a meter and steadily captured her face.

The brazier was burning brightly.

The night wind blew past the courtyard wall, ruffling a few strands of hair on her forehead.

His pale skin was tinged with a warm hue by the firelight, and a corner of the black sandalwood prayer beads on his left wrist peeked out from his sleeve.

She didn't cover herself.

My name is Shen Qingci.

When she spoke, her voice was low, with a slight tremor at the end.

Half a million people fell silent at the same time.

"I saw that trending topic just now."

She paused for a second.

"I don't want to always be called the girl on the bridge."

He gripped Chen Lang's hand, gradually increasing the pressure.

"That bridge is real."

"What happened that day is also true."

"But that's not all I am."

Not a single comment entered the live stream.

Shen Qingci raised her eyes and looked directly at the camera.

"I participated in mudslide rescues and operated winches."

"I performed first aid at the beach."

"I learned how to navigate and I've also sat in the passenger seat of a race car."

"I didn't close my eyes when the power went out at Turn Nine."

"I will go to many more places in the future."

She spoke slowly.

Each word, however, was placed very steadily.

"So next time you mention me, you can call me Shen Qingci."

"You can also call me - Champion Navigator."

Ye Xingyu was the first to raise her glass.

Bai Weiwei's eyes crinkled with laughter.

Su Niannian bit her lip and raised the beer bottle to her chest.

Shen Qingci turned her face to look at Chen Lang.

The firelight swept across his disheveled hair, illuminating his eyes.

She paused for a moment.

"Or, Chen Lang's partner."

boom!

The public chat was instantly ignited.

The number of online users surged from 497,000 to over 500,000, and the density of bullet comments triggered the platform's traffic throttling.

[Champion Navigator Shen Qingci!]

[Not the girl on the bridge, but the passenger in the champion's car at the Nine-Bend Bend!]

She didn't deny the past, but she personally decided how she would introduce herself from now on!

[Chen Lang's partner! I want to hear those five words a hundred times!]

[Marketing accounts, come out and change your headlines!]

From today onwards, please call her the Champion Navigator!

Qin Feng's dark gold bullet screen spanned the entire screen.

【Master's wife——】

The next second, he deleted that comment himself.

New information will be added quickly.

[Master's champion partner is awesome!]

The problem with those two characters was with the input method!

My sister has taken my phone!

Su Niannian stared at the screen and sneered.

"Your input method is really asking for trouble."

The laughter that had just subsided in the courtyard erupted again.

Chen Lang didn't read the comments.

He only looked at Shen Qingci.

In my mind, crisp system notification sounds rang out one after another.

【Ding! 】

[Healing progress of the "Puppet" questline in the redemption storyline: 80% → 85%.]

[The goal has been successfully expressed independently.]

[The target has been selected independently.]

[The goals have been established and future plans have been developed.]

[The final stage has officially unlocked.]

A semi-transparent system interface unfolded in Chen Lang's field of vision.

The last line of text slowly appeared.

[Final stage: She decides the next stop.]

Chen Lang paused slightly, then grasped Shen Qingci's hand with his left hand.

The system interface continues to refresh.

[Task Requirements: Within 24 hours, Shen Qingci must independently select her next travel destination.]

During the mission, the host must not actively recommend, imply, or make choices for the target.

Once the destination is confirmed, the final stage officially begins.

After looking at the system panel, Chen Lang smiled.

The system did not issue a rescue mission this time.

There was no test of life or death.

As long as she chooses her own path.

Shen Qingci noticed his gaze.

"What are you looking at?"

"Look at the navigator."

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Chen Lang leaned back in his rattan chair, smiling casually.

"Confirm where to go next."

All eyes at the table turned to him at the same time.

Bai Weiwei was the first to speak.

Are you leaving Dali?

Ye Xingyu hugged the water bathing guide tightly.

"I haven't eaten my roasted milk fan for tomorrow yet."

"We'll proceed as usual tomorrow," Chen Lang said. "There's no rush to leave for the next stop."

Su Niannian twirled the beer bottle.

"Where to go? Shangri-La? Xishuangbanna? Or back to western Sichuan?"

The warning on the system interface immediately lit up in red.

Please do not provide candidate locations in any way.

Chen Lang raised his left hand, interrupting Su Niannian.

Don't ask me.

He looked at Shen Qingci.

"She'll choose this time."

The wind in the courtyard suddenly subsided.

The firewood in the brazier crackled and popped, releasing a few sparks.

All eyes were on Shen Qingci.

In the past, whenever a multiple-choice question was presented to her, she would first look for the standard answer.

But this time, no one spoke up for her.

Shen Qingci glanced at Chen Lang, then looked at the night sky behind the floating sphere.

In the distance, only a silent black outline of the Cangshan Mountains remained.

She looked down and opened her phone.

The map software lights up.

Dali is just a blue location point on the screen.

North, south, east, west—countless roads stretched out from that tiny dot, leading to cities, mountains, lakes, and coastlines she had never been to before.

Her finger hovered above the screen.

It did not fall immediately.

In the live stream, some people started listing their destinations.

[Let's go to Tibet!]

Come to Chongqing for hot pot!

Welcome to Northeast China!

[The champion navigator must navigate his own path in the next stage!]

Shen Qingci watched for a while, then turned off the bullet screen projection.

The screen full of suggestions disappeared instantly.

All that's left is the map.

Chen Lang raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Not even one?"

Shen Qingci raised her eyes.

"You just said I'd choose this time."

"Um."

"Then I won't ask you, and I won't ask them either."

She put the phone into her palm.

"Is 24 hours enough?"

Chen Lang's carefree smile widened completely.

"enough."

Shen Qingci looked at the crisscrossing routes on the map.

"I'll tell you later after I finish eating the roasted milk fan."

She paused for a moment.

"Next stop, follow my directions."

The firelight leaped onto her face.

Chen Lang picked up his teacup and gently touched it to hers.

"receive."

"Champion Navigator".