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

At the small dean's desk, Chen Lang rested his left arm on the back of the chair and held a soup bowl for Shen Qingci with his right hand.

Shen Qingci lowered her head, scooped up a spoonful, and brought it to his lips.

Chen Lang finished his drink with his head down, and casually tucked the hair that was hanging down to the side of her face behind her ear.

This scene was captured entirely by the floating ball.

There was a brief pause in the comments section, which was then filled with messages.

[Navigator Shen is so skilled at feeding!]

[Chen Lang's patient treatment is even better than that of someone hospitalized!]

[For Ye Xingyu's first meal after terminating her contract, Shen Qingci proactively fed her soup; this little courtyard is a cure for the unfortunate!]

This is a real treat for couples!

Su Niannian slapped the table: "Alright, at this rate, even the chickens in the pot will be jealous of Chen Lang."

Ye Xingyu covered her mouth and laughed: "His left hand doesn't even shake when he holds the teacup."

Shen Qingci stopped moving and turned to look at Chen Lang.

Chen Lang, holding a bowl, said, "The doctor said that the injured should keep a positive attitude."

"What else did the doctor say?" Su Niannian asked.

"Less activity."

"You were quite agile when you were dodging the peanuts earlier."

Chen Lang handed the bowl back to Shen Qingci: "The fluctuations in her condition are normal."

Qin Feng's dark gold bullet comments floated by.

Master, you're selectively taking your own life!

Then another one followed.

[Don't stop, madam! We suggest starting a long-term care program!]

Shen Qingci lowered her eyes and put the soup bowl back on the table. She didn't respond to Qin Feng's words, but picked up a piece of orange and offered it to Chen Lang's lips.

Chen Lang opened his mouth and bit down.

Su Niannian covered her head: "Enough! You two have turned this celebration banquet into a wedding feast!"

Laughter filled the courtyard.

The wind after the rain blew through the courtyard wall, the firewood in the brazier made a soft crackling sound, scattered lights shone at the other end of the mountain road, and the pot of local chicken on the long table steamed.

Bai Weiwei got up and went inside.

A moment later, she brought out an old wooden guitar. The paint was chipped off the edges, but the strings were spotless.

"To liven things up after dinner," she said, sitting down by the brazier and trying out two chords. "I'll sing a little tune from home."

As the piano music faded, she hummed softly along with the rhythm.

The melodies of Bai folk songs are soothing, singing about horse drivers returning home along mountain roads, the moon over Erhai Lake, and the lamps under the eaves waiting for people.

The courtyard wall blocked the wind, but every note of the zither's strings could be clearly heard in the live broadcast room.

The scrolling speed of the comments slowed down.

This is what travel livestreaming should be like.

Chen Lang saved Shen Qingci, Shen Qingci accompanied him on the race around Turn Nine, Ye Xingyu regained her freedom, Gu Qingshang found Old Master Cheng, and Su Niannian and Bai Weiwei have been helping them all along.

They each had their own messes to make, yet they still ended up sitting at the same table.

There was no script, no forced sentimentality; everyone was simply willing to shield each other from harm.

This group of people seemed like a hastily assembled team, yet they were more reliable than many people they had known for over a decade.

This kind of friendship is something capital couldn't write.

After Bai Weiwei finished singing the last line, she pressed her palm down on the strings.

Applause erupted from the courtyard, and the live stream chat was flooded with flower-themed effects.

She handed the guitar to Su Niannian.

Su Niannian waved her hand: "My singing will affect my relationships with my neighbors."

Her gaze bypassed the brazier and landed on Chen Lang, a smirk playing on her lips.

"The only man in the entire venue, a max-level human, sing a song."

Chen Lang leaned back in the rattan chair: "I'll take care of the meals."

"Come on." Su Niannian shoved the guitar into his arms. "You can fly, punch, hack computers, and cook so well you can lick the pot clean. If you say you can't sing, I don't believe you. Today, let everyone see if God has left you with any weaknesses."

The levitating camera was immediately shoved right in front of Chen Lang.

[Brother Lang, please stop singing, spare our eardrums.]

[My skill points are already maxed out, but my singing voice has definitely been penalized.]

I bet five hundred that once Chen Lang speaks, Bai Weiwei will snatch the guitar back on the spot.

I bet 1000 that all Lang Ge will sing is "Happy Birthday."

[Cars can fly, fists can punch, hackers can lock servers, so why should someone also be able to sing?]

Qin Feng sent a comment.

[When my master speaks, even the cows on the neighboring mountain have to apply to move.]

Chen Lang looked at the screen full of jokes and cracked open a bottle of beer with one hand.

Did you ask for my opinion before placing your bets?

[Brother Lang, please let me go.]

Don't push yourself too hard; tonight has been perfect enough.

It's okay if you sing off-key, we'll just listen with headphones on.

Chen Lang did not respond.

He mentally summoned the system interface.

【Ding! 】

[Would you like to spend 300,000 reputation points to exchange for a divine-level timbre?]

[Would you like to spend 300,000 reputation points to exchange for the God-level Singing Mastery?]

Chen Lang glanced at his balance.

"exchange."

[Reputation points deducted by 600,000.]

[Divine-level timbre fusion complete.]

[God-level vocal mastery fusion complete.]

A complete vocal training session, breath control, chord understanding, and live performance experience quickly flooded my memory.

Chen Lang raised his hand to adjust the strings, his fingertips resting on the neck of the instrument.

Bai Weiwei's smile faded.

"You can play?"

"I know a little."

"Every time you say you know a little, it's never just a tiny bit!?"

Chen Lang plucked a series of chords with his fingertips.

The piano music was clean, the shifts were crisp, and the rhythm was flawless. The several verified music accounts that were just spamming the chat stopped talking.

[Listening to the Tide in the Clouds: This technique wasn't learned on the spot.]

[A-Qi from Kapok Records: The right hand's rhythm is very steady, and the left hand's chord changes are without any unnecessary movements.]

[A professional singer says, can the bets be withdrawn?]

Su Niannian crossed her arms: "Keep pretending."

Chen Lang looked up: "What do you want to hear?"

"You choose," Shen Qingci said.

She sat opposite Chen Lang, her wrists resting on her knees.

Chen Lang pointed at her: "If the navigator gives the order, then I'll follow the navigator's orders."

Shen Qingci looked at him and said, "Sing what you want to sing."

Chen Lang lowered his eyes and tightened his grip.

The prelude to "The Ordinary Road" rang out in the courtyard.

He didn't lay any groundwork.

The deep, rough singing voice fell into the courtyard, penetrating the heat above the brazier.

"I have crossed mountains and seas, and walked through crowds of people..."

The beer bottle in Su Niannian's hand stopped in mid-air.

Ye Xingyu looked down at her wrist.

The red string I bought for five yuan is pressed against my skin.

She repeatedly rubbed the little silver bell with her fingertips.

Ye Xingyu raised her hand to cover her face, her shoulders shaking.

Bai Weiwei reached out and put her arm around her.

"Go ahead and cry," Su Niannian said, pushing the tissues towards you. "No one's rushing you tonight."

Ye Xingyu took the tissue, tears streaming down her face. She didn't wipe them away, but nodded towards the brazier.

"I will never forget it."

Chen Lang's rhythm remained perfectly steady.

Shen Qingci maintained her original sitting posture, her gaze passing over the rising white smoke and settling on Chen Lang's nimble fingers.

The bright yellow light from the bursting firewood illuminated her face, highlighting the thin, defined contours of her cheeks.

Slowly raise your hands from your knees, move your fingers toward the glass of water on the table, and tighten them little by little, pressing your knuckles against the cool glass.

Chen Lang sat at the other end of the long table, the top two buttons of his black work shirt undone, revealing the dark red glow of the fire pit reflected on his collarbone.

Shen Qingci looked at him, her eyes refusing to blink even once.

The levitating ball caught her focused gaze, and the camera silently zoomed in to freeze the moment.

The live stream, which had half a million viewers, froze for a moment, then burst forth with glowing text like a floodgate being opened.

What do men truly crave? Nothing more than to fight tooth and nail in the outside world, only to turn around and find a girl still holding their eyes in her heart.

She had witnessed him saving lives, getting injured, and risking his life; she had accompanied him from the cliff edge to Turn Nine. Even now, her eyes were still filled with him.

I've seen too many people focus on cars, houses, and future prospects. All I want in my life is to meet a girl whose eyes are only for me.

Brothers, that kind of look in your eyes is worth every bit of youthful recklessness you could have given up.

When you're tired, someone is there to wait for you; when you're working hard, someone is there to support you; and when you look up and meet such a gaze, you know you haven't lived in vain.

[What does Chen Lang winning Turn 9 matter? Shen Qingci's view of him is the kind of victory a man truly desires.]

Qin Feng immediately created ten Super Carnivals.

Master! The moment you started singing, my views on love and spending collapsed!

[Mistress, stop watching! The sweetness level is really off the charts!]

Wait a minute, Master's wife just finished choosing the next stop, and Master is already showing off his personal charm again. Was this all planned?

Su Niannian looked up: "Chen Lang, how much more are you hiding?"

Chen Lang kept pointing: "Really, no, just a tiny bit."

"I believe your ghosts."

As the song drew to a close, a clump of ash fell from the firewood in the brazier. Ye Xingyu put down the tissue, tears still streaming down her face.

"Chen Lang".

"Um?"

"This song, is it for me?"

Chen Lang plucked the last chord, pressing his fingertips against the strings.

"Dedicated to today."

Ye Xingyu pursed her lips and nodded vigorously.

Shen Qingci was still looking at him.

As the last note faded, the acoustic guitar fell silent in the night.

Chen Lang looked up and met her gaze.

【Ding! 】

System notifications rang in my mind one after another.

The conditions for the final stage of the redemption storyline "Puppet" have been unlocked.

The travel destination has been independently selected.

[Cure progress: 85% → 90%]

[New map access enabled.]

The coordinates for the next stop have been confirmed.

Shen Qingci picked up her phone, stood up, and walked to Chen Lang.

She didn't consult Su Niannian, nor did she look at the recommendations in the live stream.

The phone screen is slid across the desktop.

On the map, the blue marker for Dali is positioned in the lower left corner. Hundreds of kilometers away, a red marker is placed deep in western Hunan.

Four characters were written next to the mark.

Fenghuang Ancient Town.

Chen Lang turned his head away.

"You chose that?"

"I chose it."

"reason."

Shen Qingci's finger landed on the red dot.

"I want to go to Fenghuang Ancient Town."

She looked up.

"I'd like to see the ancient town of Fenghuang as described by Mr. Shen."

The brazier in the courtyard emitted a soft crackling sound as the firewood burned. A levitating sphere hovered above their heads, the camera focused on Shen Qingci's profile, and the chat was filled with question marks.

Shen Qingci held the phone, her knuckles pausing at the edge of the screen.

"Waiting for a city shrouded in mist and rain, just for you."

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

"I will spend my whole life with you."

Chen Lang's fingers stopped on the strings.

The public chat fell into a brief silence again, before erupting into a frenzy.

[Xiao Qingci reads love words aloud!]

[This trip to Fenghuang Ancient Town is a must!]

Can Chen Lang still remain calm?

Who is Mr. Shen? Has Lang Ge's love rival appeared?

[The person upstairs has been confirmed illiterate; please don't disturb their refined enjoyment.]

Su Niannian slammed her hand on the table and stood up: "Shen Qingci, where did you learn that line?"

Shen Qingci looked away and lowered her head to look at the map.

"In the book."

Chen Lang stood up and handed the acoustic guitar back to Bai Weiwei.

Shen Qingci looked up: "This time, listen to me."

Chen Lang's lips curled up.

"Of course, go wherever you want to go."