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

Chen Lang did not answer. In the surveillance footage of the guesthouse across the river, the curtains on the top floor were half a hand's width open.

A telephoto lens protruded from the gap, its barrel aimed at the campsite.

Titan's voice entered Chen Lang's ears.

[The target on the opposite bank was reshot.]

The current live stream does not include any external reference points.

The target could not determine the vehicle's interior orientation or exit status.

Chen Lang picked up a piece of cured meat.

He chewed twice, then his gaze fell on the red thermal image on the holographic screen.

The screen's dim light shone on the side of his face. He bit his chopsticks, a sharp line drawn at the corner of his mouth.

"However, besides our fans who care about us, there are probably a few friends who haven't eaten yet tonight."

He turned his head to the side, his gaze passing over the live broadcast camera and landing on the opposite bank of the river.

"Peeking through the crack in the window at the late-night snack, does the cured meat smell good?"

The comments in the live stream paused for a moment.

On the rooftop of the guesthouse, the monitor's wrist twitched.

The telephoto lens hit the windowsill with a dull thud.

He looked down at his phone; in the live stream, Chen Lang was holding a piece of cured meat, facing the floating sphere.

My companion's voice came through the headphones.

Who is he talking about?

The monitor's Adam's apple bobbed.

"Don't make a sound."

Chen Lang presented the cured meat to the camera.

"Watching mukbang videos with a telephoto lens in the middle of the night, that friend on the other side of the strait saved on food expenses but didn't get any late-night snacks either."

"Does this bowl of rice noodles feel quite distant to you now?"

The screen was flooded with comments.

Holy crap, are there really people on the other side?

How did Brother Lang know?

Is this a sasaeng fan or an enemy?

Stop joking! Call the police immediately!

[Qingci, please check if the campsite is safe!]

Shen Qingci put down her chopsticks.

She pulled out a tissue to wipe away the soup stains on the rim of the bowl, folded the tissue in half, and placed it next to the bowl.

She didn't look up to find the other side, nor did she ask Titan.

The ebony prayer beads on his right wrist tapped against the table, making two soft sounds.

Chen Lang turned his head to look over.

Shen Qingci raised her eyes and spoke to the floating sphere.

"Starting today, live streams will only report that we are safe and sound, not our real-time location."

"We'll decide where we go tomorrow."

"We'll decide what time we leave."

"We decide which gate to enter the ancient city from."

She picked up the notebook and turned to the page she had just written on.

"Want to watch the live stream? Wait for us to release the content."

"If you want to meet, follow the rules and wait in line."

"Stalking, taking photos without permission, blocking roads, and breaking into campsites are all behaviors that are not included in the scope of the meeting."

The pen tip landed on the paper.

"We also urge those involved to remember that every photo, every location message, and every call record could potentially become evidence."

On the opposite bank of the river, the telephoto lens stopped.

The monitor looked down at his phone screen.

The live stream on the phone was delayed, and only the dining table and half of the stove remained inside the car.

He couldn't get a picture of the car window, nor could he determine the direction the vehicle was facing.

The companion in the earphone lowered their voice.

"Did she know someone was watching?"

The monitor stared at the screen, his lips moving slightly.

"She's bluffing us."

"Then why did you stop filming?"

"Shut up."

Inside the car, Shen Qingci looked at the camera.

"If someone insists on coming to us, they should first think carefully about what they can afford to take responsibility for."

The cover of the journal closed under my palm.

"We will preserve the evidence and hand it over to the police."

The barrage of comments scrolled by.

[Qingci's statement was so well-placed!]

She's already capable of handling these situations on her own.

[Public route is safe, hidden route, remember it!]

[Anyone who dares to block the entrance will be reported to the police!]

This is the proper distance between a streamer and their viewers.

Navigators are becoming more and more like commanders!

Chen Lang leaned back in his chair, resting his elbows on the edge of the table.

He turned his head to look at Shen Qingci and opened the mouth towards the floating sphere.

"Did you hear me?"

"Our navigation system has spoken."

"From now on, I will continue to show you the scenery, tell you the stories, and report on your safety status during live streams."

"Where the car is parked, what time it leaves, and which road it enters the city from are all kept secret."

He clicked on the administrator privileges.

In the comments section, several messages with specific locations had just appeared when they were flagged by the system.

[Suspected real-time location information has been hidden.]

Content suspected of inducing gatherings has been restricted from being published.

Chen Lang glanced at it.

"Anyone who dares to post their location in the comments will be dealt with by the administrators."

"If anyone dares to block the road offline, Uncle Shi will call the police for you."

"Anyone who brings sticks, knives, or other dangerous items should prepare a return ticket in advance."

【receive! 】

Protect our heroes, Lang Shen and Qing Ci!

[The people of Fenghuang support you!]

[Hey, you people following me, listen up! Don't turn this live stream into a missing person search!]

[A husband-and-wife anti-stalking team is officially established today!]

On the rooftop of a guesthouse across the river, the monitor put down his phone and pulled his telephoto lens behind the curtains.

The girl's pen didn't stop, and her eyes didn't look out the window.

She wrote down the rules as usual.

A sound came through the headphones.

"Should we send the photos back?"

The monitor looked down at the camera.

The camera only shows a corner of the truck's interior; the door area is cut off by Titan, and the bowl on the table makes it impossible to determine the truck's orientation.

The photos appear clear, but they lack crucial clues.

"Don't send it yet."

"The higher-ups are urging us very urgently."

"I told you not to send it yet."

He pulled up his call logs, ready to compress and upload the new photos.

A red warning message popped up on the screen.

An abnormal data packet was detected.

[Source: Rooftop of a guesthouse on the other side of the river.]

Copying the transmission path.

The monitor nearly dropped his phone.

"What happened?"

"Titan has locked him down."

Chen Lang stared at the holographic screen.

"The photos weren't sent out, but the communication path came to me on its own."

Shen Qingci opened the notebook and added a line next to "Monitoring Targets".

"Keep it in, don't alert anyone."

The notebook was pushed in front of Chen Lang.

Chen Lang looked down.

"Is Manager Shen going to let him go?"

"Have him take the message back."

"What message do you want to convey?"

"We know someone is watching, and we know they haven't figured out the route."

Chen Lang smiled.

"One more thing needs to be added."

Shen Qingci looked up.

Chen Lang took the pen and wrote it down below.

"The rice noodles were delicious tonight."

Shen Qingci stared at the line of words, her lips pressed together.

"childish."

"As long as it works."

At the guesthouse on the other side of the river, the upload progress was stuck at 37%.

Titan traced back along the encrypted lines and intercepted the communication port, device sequence, and a deleted voice buffer.

In the lower right corner of the screen, the monitor's heart rate curve rises steadily as his hand continuously adjusts the angle of the telephoto lens.

[Filming has ended.]

The target is being evacuated.

[Device serial number has been saved.]

The communication port has been intercepted.

Chen Lang looked at the screen.

"They withdrew quite quickly."

"Should we stop them?"

Shen Qingci asked.

"Let him go."

"Are you going to lay the wire?"

"The cable is already connected."

Chen Lang tapped on the table.

"When he gets back, he'll have to explain to his employer why he only brought back a photo of a pot of rice noodles."

On the rooftop of the guesthouse, the surveillance camera was turned off, and the person pulling off their headphones was removed.

The chair legs made a soft squeak as they scraped against the floor.

The person on the other end of the phone was still pressing him for an answer, but he didn't reply. He stuffed the telephoto lens into his black camera bag, picked up the bag, and headed for the stairs.

Two of the hallway lights are broken.

He groped his way downstairs, stopped when he passed the third-floor platform, and looked back at the top-floor window.

The heavy truck on the opposite bank of the river had no lights, its body hidden in the night, like a black iron wall sunk by the water.

The man tightened his camera bag strap and hurried downstairs.

The live stream continued inside the car.

Chen Lang glanced at the time.

"Finished my midnight snack, reported that I'm all set for today."

"Everyone, get some rest."

"I want to hug Lang Ge too—"

He paused for a moment after saying this.

Shen Qingci looked up at him.

Chen Lang immediately changed his tune.

"Brother Lang needs to rest too."

The barrage of comments exploded.

What were you trying to say?

Who are you hugging?

[Qingci is still right there!]

[Navigator, please begin the interrogation!]

[Brother Lang definitely let something slip today!]

Shen Qingci picked up the spoon and tapped it against the rim of the bowl.

Chen Lang pressed the end button.

The live stream was cut off.

The only sounds left in the living quarters were the running equipment and the bubbling soup in the pot.

Shen Qingci picked up the bowl and drank the rest of the soup.

The spiciness hit her again, and she pulled out a tissue, pressed it under her nose, and frowned.

Chen Lang pushed the tissue box in front of her.

"A fan of clear broth rice noodles, he ate it all up quite clean."

"Wasting food violates Article 5 of the contract."

"And what is the fifth point?"

"No food should be left over."

"So, were the third, fourth, and fifth clauses added by you at the last minute?"

"Do you have a problem with that?"

"I would like to request a change of navigator."

Shen Qingci looked up.

The spoon struck the porcelain bowl with a crisp sound.

"You can't afford it."

Chen Lang paused in mid-air with his chopsticks, then put them back on the edge of the bowl.

"OK."

He picked up the two empty bowls and turned to walk towards the sink.

"We really can't afford to replace it."

"Ancestors."

Shen Qingci sat at the table and opened her notebook.

She wrote another sentence next to the previous line, "Keep it, don't disturb it."

"Tonight, for the first time, I'm publicly dealing with being followed together with Chen Lang."

The pen tip stopped.

She looked down at the paper, deleted the sentence she originally wanted to write, "Chen Lang handled it very well," and replaced it with another sentence.

"I proposed the rules, and he adopted them."

The ink settled.

She added another sentence.

"I didn't hide behind the car door."

The sound of running water came from the kitchen.

After washing the dishes, Chen Lang rinsed the pot clean and hung up the long chopsticks.

Shen Qingci got up, cleared away the tissues from the table, and put the remaining pickled cowpeas into a sealed container.

"There are still quite a few chilies left."

"I'll make you clear soup noodles tomorrow morning."

Article 4 of the contract.

"I know, less spicy."

Article 5.

"No leftovers."

Article Six.

Chen Lang turned around.

"There's a sixth article?"

Shen Qingci put the sealed box into the freezer and closed the door.

"No one is allowed to sneak off the bus at night."

"I've already mentioned that."

"Now I'll officially write it into my journal."

She took the pen, walked to the table, and solemnly began to write.

"No one may leave the vehicle alone at night."

Chen Lang stood behind her, looking at the words.

"There needs to be an exception to this rule."

"What's the exception?"

"Uncle Shi asked me to get emergency medicine."

"Wake me up."

"Has Titan called the police?"

"Wake me up."

"Is someone climbing over the wall?"

"Wake me up."

Chen Lang nodded.

"Understood."

"Shen's main task tonight is to ensure that I don't act alone."

"And you."

Shen Qingci closed the notebook.

Me too.

Chen Lang tapped his fingers twice on the table.

"Okay, well written."

Shen Qingci put the notebook into the drawer.

"You can't just praise me when I do well."

"When should I praise you?"

"Every time."

"Student Shen, your demands are thicker than a contract."

"You agreed to it yourself."

Chen Lang shook his head, picked up his water glass, and took a sip.

"Watch less TV dramas in the future, or you'll learn all the wrong negotiation skills."

After the two finished washing up, Titan took over the heavy truck's nighttime defense program.

The armored vehicle windows were switched to full blackout mode, external heat sources were numbered one by one, and wireless signals were divided into three categories: normal, abnormal, and encrypted.

The sensors at the south gate of the campsite, the fire exit, the camphor tree in the northwest corner, and the rear of the vehicle are now linked.

Shi Mancang's duty room was also included in the contact list.

Whenever someone approaches the camp fence or scans the heavy truck, Titan will first issue a warning and then push the image to the living quarters.

Shen Qingci lay down on the bed and placed the notebook beside her pillow.

The new page had two lines of text.

"Publicly known as 'Safe,' hidden route."

Below are the new records added tonight.

"We should work together to address the challenges, not shoulder them alone."

"For nighttime operations, wake the target first."

She looked at those few lines of text, then closed the notebook.

Chen Lang was still checking the communication ports intercepted by Titan in the living room.

On the holographic screen, the monitor's evacuation route was marked as a yellow line segment.

The starting point is the rooftop of a guesthouse on the opposite bank, and the ending point is a small alley outside the ancient city.

The other end of the communication port goes through multiple relays and finally points to a network account that has not been registered with a real name.

The account profile picture is a blurry black silhouette.

The note only has two words.

"Sister Zhao."

Chen Lang's gaze lingered on the screen.

Titan then offered a new analysis.

[This account has been found to have made 23 unusual login attempts.]

Last login time: 6:23 PM today.

The associated contact number is encrypted.

[The same speech pattern has been found three times: Jiangcheng.]