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

The city wall at the north gate extends upwards along the mountain slope.

The bluestone steps were soaked with last night's rainwater.

Shen Qingci gripped the backpack strap and stepped over two steps.

The ends of her hair swept across her shawl, and the silver bells jingled as they tapped against the side of her bag.

Chen Lang followed behind, his steps steady.

"Shen, why are you in such a hurry? Are you rushing to hand in your paper?"

"You have long legs, so you go first."

"I walk in front, who will admire the morning view of Phoenix from behind?"

Shen Qingci paused, straightened her back, and blushed slightly at the tips of her ears.

"Are you looking at the scenery?"

"The scenery is ahead, I'm just here to follow."

Shen Qingci turned around and twisted the backpack strap halfway with her fingers.

"Someone who scores 250 on the college entrance exam is perfect at talking."

"Everyone has their own area of ​​expertise."

Shen Qingci's lips curled down, and he turned around and quickened his pace.

Chen Lang chuckled softly, took a long stride, and followed her half a step to her left rear.

The live broadcast showed the levitating ball soaring over the city wall and rising into the air.

The camera then shifted away from the two individuals and turned towards the banks of the Tuo River.

The morning mist drifted along the water's surface.

Green tiled roofs stretch along the riverbank, chimneys spew white smoke, and clotheslines extend across the windows of wooden buildings.

The wooden windows of the attic were open, and bamboo poles were placed over the eaves.

Someone was washing vegetable leaves by the river, the wooden basin bumping against the stone steps.

A small boat glided past the stepping stones, its oars shattering the reflections on the water's surface.

The neon signs of the commercial street are hidden in the shadows of the eaves.

The number of viewers in the live stream has climbed to over 300,000.

This is the real Phoenix! Those filtered videos online deserve their defeat.

[Don't move the camera, I'm going to use it as my computer wallpaper.]

With one rooftop after another, won't it leak if we live here?

[God of Waves, please answer the questions! The 250 Knowledge Classroom is now open for enrollment.]

Chen Lang walked to the parapet and rested his elbow on the stone surface.

"The roof has a steep slope and deep eaves, so rainwater falls quickly. The wooden building is built high along the water, with ventilation on the ground floor and also allowing the river to flow through."

Shen Qingci stopped what she was doing.

She turned to the side, leaned against the parapet, and looked up at him.

"When did you start understanding architecture?"

"If I spend too much time with you, I'll have to know a little bit about everything, otherwise I'll just look like a decoration standing next to you."

"You were just a decoration to begin with."

"At least it's a decorative piece that can provide explanations."

Shen Qingci turned her head away, placed the watercolor box on the edge of the stack, and began fiddling with the paint palette, a smile playing on her lips.

Chen Lang raised his hand and pointed to the stilted houses on the riverbank.

"This area mostly uses the mortise-and-tenon timber frame structure. The columns bear the weight, and the beams and rafters connect them. Since it's difficult to find large flat areas in the mountains, the columns are erected along the slope, with the front lower than the back. The row of stilts by the water isn't just for taking pictures."

"When the water rises, the lower floors are used to let the water in, while people live on the upper floors. The house looks light, but its frame can withstand wind and rain."

The comments on the screen scrolled alternately.

[Whose child, who failed their college entrance exam, is researching traditional timber frame construction?]

[I took an architectural history course, so these sentences are correct.]

Does "Lang Shen's 250" mean he has a total score of 250?

Don't ask, they're just talents who slipped through the education system.

Shen Qingci held a pencil and drew the riverbank line on the paper.

"Speak more slowly."

Chen Lang looked down at her.

She held the pencil, her eyes fixed on the paper, but her ear was turned to the side.

"Through the bucket style."

"The sentence before that."

Chen Lang turned his head to the side and slowed down his speech.

"The lower level is for water, and people live on the upper level."

The pen tip travels along the water's surface, and several pillars fall onto the paper, supporting the slanted eaves.

"That's a good sentence." Shen Qingci looked down at the drawing paper, her voice very soft.

"Should we remember the architecture or the underlying principles?"

Shen Qingci looked up, her pupils reflecting the morning light.

"Remember what you said."

Chen Lang's Adam's apple bobbed as he turned his head to look at the distant mountains.

"Then I'll talk less nonsense in the future, so you won't run out of things to keep track of in your journal."

"I can tell the difference between your nonsense and reality." Shen Qingci buried her chin in her shawl and added in a low voice, "This sentence doesn't count."

She tucked the shawl under her elbow, and the watercolors smudged on the paper.

Green tiles, wooden buildings, and stepping stones fall onto the pages.

A few chimneys, a few pieces of hanging clothes—a few strokes sketch the entire riverbank.

Two students rushed past the city wall, heading to their early morning classes, their schoolbags slapping against their lower backs.

Shen Qingci raised his brush and placed two figures on the bridgehead.

Chen Lang leaned against the stone wall without making a sound.

Shen Qingci raised his pen to measure the proportions of the stilted house, and dabbed a small dot of blue paint on the tip of his nose.

The wind swept up from the Tuojiang River, scattering the stray hairs at her temples.

Strands of hair brushed against her lips. She held a paintbrush in her hand and couldn't free her chin. She tilted her chin slightly and tried to brush it off a couple of times but couldn't.

Chen Lang reached out, his fingertips brushing against her cheek, and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

Shen Qingci tightened his fingers, the pen hanging in mid-air.

She didn't dodge, nor did she look up.

The auricle of the ear turned a distinct crimson.

Chen Lang withdrew his hand, took out his phone, pointed the camera at her profile, and pressed the shutter.

Click.

Shen Qingci straightened up.

"Taking photos secretly."

"Keep this as evidence."

"What certificate?"

"Even someone who scores 700 points would put paint on their nose." Chen Lang paused for half a second, then added, "It actually looks pretty good."

Shen Qingci put down her paintbrush, took out her phone, and turned on the screen.

A small spot of bright blue was imprinted on the tip of his nose.

She pulled out a tissue and wiped it vigorously, then checked the screen twice to make sure it was clean.

"Delete it."

"Twenty yuan a piece."

"Are you short of money?"

"We're missing someone who gets paint on their nose while painting and doesn't even realize it."

The tissue was crumpled into a ball, and Shen Qingci took a step forward.

"You've used up your quota for nonsense for today."

"Then I'll be careful and save a few words to coax you to dinner tonight."

Chen Lang put his phone back in his pocket, took a half-step back around the edge of the stack, and smiled.

The two stared at each other across a watercolor box, neither giving an inch.

The wind lifted the tassels at the bottom of the shawl, brushing against the back of Chen Lang's hand resting on the stone.

He didn't dodge, and she didn't take it.

Meanwhile, sixty meters away from the city wall.

A man wearing a baseball cap was lurking on the second floor of the teahouse, his telephoto lens peeking out from the gap in the bamboo curtain.

The city wall is situated in a wide-open area, with numerous tourists at the entrances on both sides.

Unable to find any nearby cover, he could only press his earpiece and lower his voice.

"The target has reached the north gate tower."

"The man stayed by the side the whole time, and the levitation device covered the surroundings, so we couldn't get close."

The encrypted voice message was intercepted and decrypted immediately upon being sent.

The miniature earpiece under Chen Lang's ear played the synchronized audio.

Zhao Yulan's voice rang out amidst static.

"Wait for them to come down from the city wall."

"There are too many people during the day, and things can get a little chaotic. That girl will never stand idly by if she sees the elderly or children in trouble."

"Draw her away. Just get that guy surnamed Chen away from her for five minutes, and I'll handle the rest."

The man in the baseball cap spoke in an even lower voice: "She's not taking the bait?"

"Using Shen Jianguo as bait."

Communication was cut off.

The smile on Chen Lang's lips faded.

He tapped the miniature terminal in his pocket with his thumb.

"Titan, preserve the original data. Track the sender without truncation."

[Command confirmed.]

The target is carrying two communication devices and is currently located on the second floor of the Linjiang Teahouse.

Another liaison officer is moving near the Manmingta Pagoda.

Chen Lang moved half a step to the right, his tall figure perfectly blocking the telephoto lens's viewing angle.

In the distance, the man in the baseball cap set up his camera again.

"He didn't notice that the target was about to go downstairs."

This report reached Chen Lang's ears truthfully.

Shen Qingci put away the watercolors and raised the painting paper high.

"How is it?"

The phoenix in the painting has had the night scene lights removed.

People were carrying loads on their shoulders by the river, clothes were hanging on the rooftops, and students were running towards the bridge.

Chen Lang glanced at the drawing paper.

"One person is missing."

"Who?"

"Someone who stood by your side for half an hour, whose legs went numb, but didn't urge you on."

Shen Qingci's fingers contracted, causing some wrinkles to appear along the edges of the drawing paper.

She turned her face away towards the Tuojiang River, her voice strained.

"You've been standing there for so long, why didn't you say anything?"

"You're distracting as soon as you open your mouth." Chen Lang leaned back against the wall. "I'm not needed in the painting. You paint yours, I'll just watch."

Shen Qingci opened the notebook, tucked the drawing paper inside, and noticeably slowed down her movements.

"Go back and repair a pillar."

"Make it look cool."

"The pillar doesn't care about faces."

"Make the painting sturdier," Chen Lang said, turning his head. "You said people live on the upper floors. These pillars need to be strong enough to withstand the load."

Shen Qingci paused, fastening the safety buckle.

"Okay, make it solid."

After fastening her backpack, she looked over the parapet and down at the jumping rocks below.

A group of girls dressed in Miao costumes crossed the river by stepping on stone steps, their skirts held up in their hands, their silver ornaments clattering together.

The girl at the back turned and waved, deftly stepping over two stone blocks.

Chen Lang followed the gaze and looked over there.

"Want to go?"

"The river has risen."

"The emergency exit is open."

"This stop wasn't written in my journal."

"The ink on your blank paper isn't even dry yet."

Chen Lang raised his hand and flicked her forehead with his finger.

As he withdrew his hand, his fingertips brushed against the tail of her eyebrow.

"Go if you want, it's your decision today."

Shen Qingci raised her hand to cover her forehead.

Are you going to go or not?

"Wherever you go, I'll follow. Do I have to say that several times?"

She gripped the backpack strap tightly and turned to walk towards the exit of the city wall.

I walked a little faster than I had on the way here.

She had just stepped down the third step when she suddenly turned around.

"Chen Lang".

"Um?"

"Add one more stop to the journal." She clenched her fingers tightly behind her back. "Add it to every stop from now on."

Chen Lang stood on the high steps, the morning light bathing his shoulders.

He smiled, revealing his white teeth.

"Yes, navigator."

The two descended the city steps.

The suspended ball then rises, and the camera captures the entire view of both banks of the Tuojiang River.

Titan's warning message was immediately transmitted to the headset.

The upstream reservoir is conducting routine water diversion.

[The flow rate of the Tuojiang River is expected to increase by 27% in twelve minutes.]

The population density at the eastern entrance to the jumping rocks is increasing.

Chen Lang stepped down the stairs without stopping.

Below the city wall, the man in the baseball cap put away his telephoto lens, put on a gray raincoat, and tucked the brim into his hood.

A tour group is queuing up to walk towards the entrance of the jumping rocks.

He squeezed to the back of the line and pressed the button on his earpiece.

"The target has been set."