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

The windshield wipers wipe away the water stains on the windshield.

At 2 p.m., the black armored heavy truck drove through the water and came to a steady stop within the white line on the outermost side of the temporary service area.

Several rows of rusty shipping containers stood on the edge of the muddy ground.

The rain shelter that was added during the rainy season a few days ago has not yet been removed, and the oil in the pan is boiling, with hot steam rising onto the glass.

The sound of scanning a QR code mingled with the noise of children as they squeezed into the driver's cabin through the half-open window.

On the periphery of the crowd, more than a dozen mobile phones were raised simultaneously.

The camera was focused entirely on the reflective armor plating on the front of the car.

Standing in front of the supply rack, Shen Qingci opened her kraft paper notebook and traced the lines of her pen across the paper.

"Four boxes of drinking water, two boxes of compressed biscuits, cables, fuses, and hydraulic oil."

Her gaze swept over the fast food items on the bottom shelf.

"Get some more food that can be heated directly."

Chen Lang pushed the shopping cart, the wheels rolling over the grout lines in the tiles, and stopped beside her.

"Navigator Shen, your itinerary has veered off the travel route and headed straight for the disaster relief supplies depot."

"The vehicle has a payload capacity of 52 tons."

"At your rate of purchase, we're still missing a tracked excavator."

Shen Qingci raised her eyes, her gaze going past the edge of the shelf to look directly at him: "Can you open it?"

Chen Lang rested one hand on the stroller's handle, and the corners of his lips turned up slightly.

"Give me the key, and I'll teach it to bow and apologize to people using the bucket first."

Shen Qingci lowered his head and wrote a line heavily at the end of the list: Excavators, postponed.

Chen Lang caught a glimpse of the words, then casually grabbed a bag of dried beef and tossed it into the cart.

"The process of recording details is rigorous and commendable."

Just as I rounded the cashier, a shout rang out from the parking area.

"Heavy Truck Guy!"

A young man wearing a yellow raincoat came running, holding his phone, his rubber boots splashing through puddles and mud splattering onto his trousers.

The people behind him who had been chatting suddenly fell silent.

My gaze pierced through the rain, fixed on that black steel behemoth.

"Real person! The one who bravely confronted the school bus during the mudslide!"

"Looking up, the navigator, Shen, was also in the passenger seat of the U9!"

The crowd surged down the restaurant steps.

Chen Lang put the bottled water he had just picked up back in its place and pointed to the passageway to the side.

"When queuing for photos, let the lady serving hot soup go first."

"Whoever blocks the road will have to catch the scalding hot pork rib soup with their bare hands later."

The proprietress, carrying a stainless steel tray, stepped aside and chuckled, "Young man, you have a sharp tongue."

"I'm mainly worried about burning people and not being able to afford the medical expenses."

The crowd parted to the sides following his gesture.

Chen Lang walked to the shaded area under the rain shelter and voluntarily faced the camera.

The young man tapped the front-facing camera, raised his arm high, and only half of the black car roof was visible on the screen.

Chen Lang raised his hand, pressed his thumb down on the young man's wrist, and pressed it down half an inch.

"Lower the camera. Filming people is free, but don't include the sky in the shot; the cumulonimbus clouds today don't have a copyright agreement."

A burst of laughter erupted from all around.

Some people inquired about Ye Xingyu's current situation after terminating her contract, while others pressed for details of the life-or-death agreement in Jiuquwan.

Chen Lang picked out casual conversation that didn't involve secrets, while Shen Qingci stood half a step to his side, her hand gripping the edge of her notebook, her back ramrod straight.

A little girl with pigtails approached with small, quick steps, handing over a postcard featuring a night view of Fenghuang Ancient Town.

"Sister, are you going to Fenghuang? Could you write a message for me?"

Shen Qingci accepted the postcard and the black marker.

The pen hovered over the paper for a moment, then wrote three words: See you on the road.

The little girl stared at the back of the paper and read it once, then handed the paper back to her.

"Isn't your sister going to write a blessing?"

Shen Qingci's hand holding the pen paused, and her breath hitched.

A few breaths later, she resumed writing.

"Then I wish you all the best in going wherever you want to go."

The little girl nodded emphatically and pressed the postcard to her heart.

She turned around and posed for the phone camera next to her.

After the shutter clicked, she didn't immediately back away.

"Thank you, sister."

"Um."

"Sister, you should be happy too."

Shen Qingci pressed her fingers against the edge of the paper, her throat tightened, and she swallowed her dry saliva.

After a couple of breaths, she raised her head and looked directly at the camera.

"Yes."

Chen Lang turned his head to the side, his wisps of hair obscuring his face, and the corners of his lips lifted slightly.

At the edge of the supply area, a white RV was stopped and turned off.

The car owner turned the key repeatedly, but only a short, metallic clicking sound came from the engine compartment.

The child's cries pierced through the car window.

The man, holding the child, pushed open the car door, his forehead glistening with sweat, and spoke rapidly with a trembling voice.

"Could you help me take a look? I'm in a hurry to get on the road, but I just can't get the car started."

Chen Lang stepped forward and lifted the hood with one hand.

The cabin was stuffy and damp, with traces of the rain from the previous days still lingering.

He didn't take the toolbox the car owner offered, and spoke directly.

"Light it again."

Click.

A metallic clanging sound came from the relay box on the right.

Chen Lang reached out and pulled off the retaining clip, then pinched the loose wire end with two fingers and tightened it forcefully.

He casually pulled out a spare fuse from the side and replaced the old one with the blackened edges.

"Try again."

The man turned the key, and the deep roar of the engine resumed.

The child was pressed against the car window, revealing half of his face covered in tears.

Chen Lang took a step to the side, blocking the camera lens of the phone raised to his side.

"Feel free to film the car repair process, just don't record the children."

The person taking the photo quickly lowered their phone.

The man took out a red envelope from his pocket, but Chen Lang raised his hand to push it away.

"The wiring is old, so it's a simple matter."

"Then I'll treat you to a hot meal."

"Go queue up. The restaurant is packed today, and if you cut in line, Teacher Shen will write down your license plate number."

Shen Qingci turned a page of the journal, her voice cold and clear.

"I only remember the vehicle chassis number."

The man burst into laughter while holding the child.

Ten minutes later, the heavy truck drove away from the service area.

Chen Lang got into the driver's seat, and Shen Qingci tucked the supplies list and postcards into the inner compartment of her notebook.

The heavy armored doors shut out the noise behind them, leaving only the low-frequency hum of the engine cruising inside the vehicle.

Traffic on the highway gradually increased.

The mountainside, eroded by the torrential rains of the past few days, has not yet fully stabilized. Exposed red soil hangs on the slopes like old, torn wounds.

The muddy water accumulated in the drainage ditch overflowed onto the asphalt shoulder, leaving large patches of water stains of varying depths on the road surface.

The sun was hidden behind the clouds, the sky was gray and pale, and the mountain ridge in front looked low and heavy.

The center console screen flickered, and the mechanical voice of the AI ​​Titan echoed in the cabin.

[Seven kilometers ahead, the road surface elevation continues to drop. The abnormal settlement is widening.]

Chen Lang raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the hazy horizon and pointing straight ahead.

[Abnormal density of backfill material detected in the construction area. We recommend immediately slowing down and avoiding the warning line.]

On the holographic navigation screen, the blue route, representing unobstructed passage, was abruptly cut off by a glaring orange-red area.

In the distance, the red brake lights of more than a dozen cars stretched out in a line.

A huge gap has been created by the collapse of the soil outside the right-hand guardrail.

Chen Lang reached for the steering wheel and deactivated cruise control.

The driver's seat slides forward along the rails, locking into manual driving mode.

"Titan, retrieve the road section number and construction records."

[Reading... Construction No.: Yunlin Expressway K173+460. The contractor's record shows two modifications.]

"Who changed it?"

[The source of the access permission has not yet been confirmed.]

The heavy truck's tires rubbed against the remaining water on the road surface, allowing it to come to a steady stop at the end of the traffic flow.

The traffic jam ahead had completely frozen. Cars, trucks, and buses filled all three lanes, the hum of idling engines blending into a muffled roar. Several drivers had turned off their engines, opened their doors, and stood on the shoulder, craning their necks to look, but no one could see what was happening at the front.

Chen Lang glanced at the distance marked on the central control screen—the landslide point was 1.3 kilometers ahead, with at least 40 or 50 stranded vehicles lying in the middle, the gaps between the vehicles so narrow that it was difficult for a person to even turn sideways.

He unbuckled his seatbelt, turned around, and pulled out the long, pure black plate from a hidden compartment in the armored armor behind the driver's seat. A light guide bar identified his palm print, illuminating a ring of cold blue light.

Shen Qingci followed to the cockpit door, her hand resting on the doorframe: "Is it blocked off up ahead?"

"It's stuck for over a kilometer. Driving is impossible, and walking is too slow." Chen Lang threw his longboard on the ground, and the four all-terrain wheels popped out, gripping the asphalt road tightly. "I'll skate over and check if anyone's trapped below the slope."

Shen Qingci glanced at the dense traffic, then looked at the skateboard beneath his feet.

"The narrowest seam is less than forty centimeters."

That's enough.

She immediately tapped the in-car communication panel and switched to the road management channel.

"I synchronized the current vehicle location and the geological data calculated by radar with the rescue department."

Chen Lang stepped onto the board, turned around, and his gaze fell on her hand holding the door frame.

"Get back in the car and don't go near the police line."

"Don't just give that one sentence."

"Then I'll add one more thing: when I get back, save me two nougat candies from the bar."

Shen Qingci pressed the communication button, her lips pressed tightly together.

"Come back and get it yourself."

Chen Lang shifted his weight, and the longboard sprang out, skimming along the road surface.

The traffic jam on either side rushed past him. The vehicle squeezed through the narrow gap between a silver sedan and a blue container, its wheels automatically adjusting their spacing, almost brushing past the rearview mirror.

Chen Lang twisted his waist slightly, sidestepped a half-open car door, tapped his toes to change direction, and used the bumper of a van to bounce onto the narrow edge of the median strip.

The skateboard wheels gripped the concrete curb, speeding along the edge of the less than 20-centimeter-wide median strip.

Before the drivers peering out from the shoulder could react, a black figure had already swept past them, the swirling air causing the open car doors to rattle.

Someone raised their phone, but the camera only managed to capture the hem of the black windbreaker and the dark blue power line at the bottom of the skateboard.

Thirty seconds.

He navigated the 1.3-kilometer traffic jam from one end to the other.

Chen Lang stepped on the tail of the board, the front of the board lifted up, and it came to a steady stop next to the yellow warning sign at the front.

A black chasm appeared in the road a hundred meters ahead.

The backfill layer, which had been soaked by heavy rain a few days ago, completely collapsed, and turbid muddy water carrying gravel rushed down the fault line.

On the broken section of the roadbed, the stubble of steel bars sticks out, and concrete blocks are covered in mud and teetering on the verge of collapse.

A yellow warning sign was leaning against the edge of the lane, and several drivers were standing inside the guardrail, peering out.

Chen Lang kicked up his skateboard, held it in his hand, and walked towards the edge of the landslide.

A dull thud came from below the slope.

Immediately afterwards, the soil on the outside of the guardrail made a piercing cracking sound, tearing open a half-meter-wide gash.

Large chunks of gravel and concrete debris crashed down, kicking up a cloud of choking dust.

Someone was lying on the edge of the cliff, shouting at the top of their lungs, "There's a car down there!"

Chen Lang stood on the edge of the broken roadbed, the wind blowing up from the abyss ruffling his slightly disheveled hair. His obsidian-black eyes were half-closed, looking down with his usual extreme calm.

Below the abyss, a minivan, its four wheels upside down and its cargo box severely deformed, is stuck on the edge of a large pile of rubble and broken tree trunks. Half of the vehicle is hanging over the cliff, swaying dangerously with the rolling rocks.