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

With a soft "bang," Chen Lang opened the umbrella, its large black canopy covering the two of them.

He turned slightly to the side.

The umbrella was tilted mostly towards Shen Qingci, blocking out the slanting wind and drizzle, but a dark water stain quickly appeared on Chen Lang's left shoulder.

The suspended ball just happened to pass by from the side and behind.

Three minutes later, this scene was broadcast live.

Wait a minute! Don't go yet!

[The umbrella is practically tilted to Qingci's chest, who wouldn't notice?]

[Qingci wasn't covered in rain, but Langshen's left shoulder was soaked.]

He never says anything serious, but his hands are always busy.

Don't ask, the only answer is that this umbrella will only tilt towards the person you like.

Shen Qingci's phone kept vibrating with notifications for the live stream.

She glanced at the comments section, then looked up at the umbrella.

Your umbrella is tilted.

"It was blown by the wind."

Why is the wind only blowing in your direction?

"The wind here is sensible; it knows which way to blow."

"Give it to me."

Shen Qingci reached out to take the umbrella handle.

Chen Lang easily dodged by raising his wrist.

"You're in charge of walking, I'll hold the umbrella. You need to have the right attitude towards your debts, don't steal my work."

Your shoulders are all wet.

"It's okay, this dress is expensive, it can't just stop working after getting a couple of drops of rain."

As he spoke, the umbrella remained steadily tilted towards her.

Shen Qingci didn't try to take it anymore, but only took half a step closer to him.

Their shoulders brushed lightly through their clothes.

The levitating ball flew backwards from the front, capturing the two figures walking side by side under the black umbrella.

She moved closer!

[Qingci has actively sided with Langshen!]

[Calm down, everyone. She just doesn't want Lang Shen to keep getting soaked in the rain.]

Are you explaining this in such detail because you're afraid we won't understand?

[Instead of catching stalkers today, you're going to target these two who're being stubborn, huh?]

Shen Qingci saw the last message and locked her phone without expression.

"What are the comments saying?"

Chen Lang asked the question knowing the answer already.

"They said you hold your umbrella ugly."

"This generation of netizens has poor taste."

The two tacitly bypassed the main street and entered an old alleyway along the river.

The wooden sign hanging at the alley entrance has long since faded, its lettering mottled. The bluestone steps are worn with uneven grooves by the footsteps of passersby, and a few greasy square tables are casually placed under the eaves.

The crimson embers in the stove licked at the iron pot.

The scalding aroma of oil, mingled with the scent of litsea cubeba, forcefully penetrated the rain.

Shen Qingci stopped in front of a small shop whose signboard was teetering on the verge of collapse.

"This is the one?"

Chen Lang raised an eyebrow.

It wasn't mentioned in the guide.

"Didn't you say this morning that you can't completely trust travel guides?"

"So I'll take you to eat something that's not in the guidebook."

"Okay, I'll give it a try."

Titan automatically blurred the exterior of the store, leaving only the stove fire, wooden table, and rising white mist.

The levitating ball lowered its height and entered the store, skimming close to the eaves.

As soon as the camera panned over the edge of the pot, the live stream chat erupted in collective groans.

Wait a minute, what are we eating?

Don't ask for the address, and don't search for the store! Wait until they leave before looking for it!

[Move the camera just a little bit closer to the pot, just a little bit!]

Stop talking, I think I can already smell the fragrance.

[Posting this in the middle of the afternoon, you have no conscience, Lang Shen?]

The proprietress is a straightforward Miao woman.

Upon seeing a guest arrive, she immediately lifted the pot lid with a smile.

A burst of hot air shot out, blurring the view.

The sour soup in the copper pot was bubbling and churning.

Bright red tomatoes, yellowish-green litsea cubeba, and emerald green scallions float on the soup noodles, followed by a plate of freshly cooked blood duck.

The blood rice cakes were fried until the edges were slightly charred.

Large chunks of duck meat are coated in a rich, glossy red broth, with hot oil slowly rolling down the skin, releasing an irresistible aroma.

The floating ball gave the blood duck a close-up view.

The live stream was quiet for less than half a second before the barrage of comments became so dense that the screen was completely obscured.

[Does this high-definition camera have a grudge against me?]

This duck leg looks so delicious it's making my mouth water!

[Could you please not take photos so close up? I only ate a bowl of instant noodles for lunch!]

I was just worried about their safety, but now I'm only worried that there won't be enough duck for us.

[Qingci, take a bite and see if it's delicious!]

Shen Qingci folded the shawl over her shoulders and draped it over the back of the chair.

Chen Lang picked up his chopsticks, precisely picked up a piece of the most beautiful-looking blood cake, and placed it into her white porcelain bowl.

"I promise you."

Shen Qingci looked at the blood cake in the bowl.

"You think you can pay off the debt with just one dollar?"

"Try it first. If you like it, we'll settle the bill later."

She didn't argue, but instead took a bite.

The outer layer is crispy and fragrant, while the inside is soft, chewy, and bouncy.

The salty and savory flavor of the duck meat counteracts the greasiness of the blood cake, while the sour soup delivers a refreshing and tangy sensation that melts on the tongue, dispelling the dampness and chill throughout the body.

Shen Qingci raised his eyebrows slightly.

Without stopping, he naturally picked up another piece.

Chen Lang leaned back in his chair.

"How is it?"

"good."

"It's alright?"

"Yes, so the ginger candy has been increased from two skewers to three."

【? ? ? 】

Is this what you call "okay"?

[Qingci: It's delicious, but I'm not going to praise it.]

[The more ginger candy he owes, the more he'll accumulate. Will the wandering god ever be able to pay it all off in this lifetime?]

If you can't pay it back, just take someone as payment.

Chen Lang glanced at the comments.

"Some people shouldn't give bad advice; even debt collection must be done according to the law."

Shen Qingci spoke calmly.

"This suggestion is quite reasonable; we can consider it."

Chen Lang paused, chopsticks in motion.

The comments section also paused for a moment, which was quite strange.

The next second, the screen was completely filled with question marks and exclamation marks.

She said she could consider it!

Record your screen! Record your screen now!

Why is Lang Shen silent now? Even you have moments when you can't find the words?

[Qingci is really outspoken now!]

Chen Lang quickly reverted to his usual carefree demeanor.

"Shen, do you even change your answers on the fly?"

"The questions have changed, so of course the answers must be changed."

"Alright, I'll have to change the rules too."

"Try giving me less duck meat and see what happens."

Shen Qingci glared at him.

The faint beauty mark at the corner of her eye became even more vivid.

Chen Lang chuckled, picked up a plump duck leg, and placed it steadily into her bowl.

"Everyone heard it, she threatened me in front of so many people."

"Then call the police."

"When the police come, they'll ask you first if you want more sour soup."

I testify that I did indeed make threats.

That duck leg is evidence; please give it to me for safekeeping.

Stop joking around, you two! It'll get cold if you don't eat it soon!

[The way Lang Shen is picking up food is so practiced, it's like it's his first time.]

The proprietress who was wiping the table laughed heartily.

She picked up a long-handled ladle and enthusiastically added half a bowl of hot soup to Shen Qingci's bowl.

"Girl, eat more. Your boyfriend is just a chatterbox, but he's quite thoughtful and knows how to take care of you."

Shen Qingci's ears burned.

She lowered her head and pretended to be focused on drinking her soup.

Chen Lang shamelessly picked up the bowl.

"The proprietress really knows how to judge people; she's absolutely right."

"Who's your girlfriend? You actually dare to admit it."

Shen Qingci kicked him under the table.

The desktop shook slightly.

The levitating ball sank sharply, and the camera almost disappeared under the table.

Chen Lang raised two fingers and flicked it back into the air.

"Take a picture of the top; what's so interesting about the bottom of the table?"

The live stream audience erupted in laughter once again.

[Floating ball: I was just checking if the table was stable.]

【Why are you in such a hurry, you wandering god?】

We all heard that kick!

The proprietress had already figured it out.

Shen Qingci continued drinking her soup expressionlessly, but her ears turned even redder.

"Even the proprietress noticed, and you still won't admit it?"

Chen Lang lazily finished what he hadn't said earlier.

"Your skin is so thick it'd be too thick to even plaster a city wall."

Just then, a very faint electronic buzzing sound came from the headphones.

[The second target has arrived at the alley entrance.]

The target has not entered the store and is being observed through the reflection in the glass across the street.