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

Intercity expressway.

The 18.6-meter-tall steel behemoth crushed the black asphalt road.

Eight heavy off-road tires, each taller than a person, emitted a low, steady rolling sound.

"Buzz—"

The engine's furious roar as it broke out of the mall smoothly transitioned into a deep, low-frequency cruise.

All the violence that could crush reinforced concrete was now forcibly restrained beneath this massive steel skeleton.

Chen Lang casually rested one hand on the mechanical steering wheel, his eyelids slightly raised.

On the retina, the system's pale blue data stream had been refreshed three times.

The vehicle speed remained stable at 120 km/h.

There wasn't a single car in the air on the highway.

The neon lights of Jiangcheng were completely left behind in the rearview mirror.

He glanced at the passenger seat out of the corner of his eye.

Shen Qingci curled up in the spacious airline seat.

Bring your legs together and rest your chin on your knees.

The strawberry lollipop was still in his mouth, the white paper stick slightly curled up.

Eyes closed.

Her eyelashes were trembling.

I wasn't asleep; I was just pretending to be quiet.

Chen Lang looked away and tapped the matte black touch panel on the left side of the center console twice with his right index finger.

"Beep—"

The panel instantly lit up with an ice-blue iris scanning grid. A very thin beam of cold light silently swept across Chen Lang's deep left eye.

[Identity confirmed: The sole person with the highest authority is Chen Lang.]

A deep, resonant male voice flowed from the surround sound speakers in the carriage.

"Welcome back, sir. The intelligent hub 'Titan' is now fully operational. Current traffic level: Level 1, clear. We recommend switching to Level 5 fully automatic cruise control mode."

Shen Qingci's eyelashes trembled suddenly, but she kept her mouth full of candy and didn't open her eyes.

Chen Lang's eyes narrowed slightly beneath his tousled hair, his voice languid: "Titan, take over."

"Received. Level 5 national standard intelligent driving has been activated. Steering wheel is being stored, please release your grip."

"Click—Buzz—"

The steering wheel retracted silently under Chen Lang's fingertips, smoothly sinking into the hidden compartment beneath the dashboard.

At the same time, the pedal assembly in the driver's seat slowly retracts until it is flush with the floor.

The seat automatically slides back three inches and the backrest angle is slightly adjusted by two degrees, precisely entering the most ergonomic semi-reclining rest mode.

The entire cockpit instantly switched from an adrenaline-pumping battle state to a luxurious first-class travel space.

Inside the windshield, the holographic HUD projection subtly changes, with dense vehicle parameters and a tachometer fading out simultaneously.

Instead, there is a blue route map that emits a faint glow.

Starting from the current location, the route traverses seven provinces, heading straight for Dali, Yunnan, 1680 kilometers away.

The light strip displays real-time traffic conditions, weather forecasts, and recommended rest stops along the way.

"Estimated arrival time: 16:42 the day after tomorrow. We will stop at three service areas for automatic refueling along the way. The vehicle's living systems are fully activated, and water, electricity, and gas are circulating normally."

Titan's voice was gentle yet effective.

"Sir, would you like to activate silent night cruise control?"

"Activate".

Chen Lang got up from his seat and stretched.

His slender body stretched out in the cramped cockpit.

The shoulder blades under the black overalls moved a couple of times.

The bruises on my back are throbbing slightly.

Two hours earlier, he did indeed crash into a bridge pier from a height of sixty meters.

It doesn't matter.

The system panel shows that the injury recovery progress is over 67%, and I will be fine when I wake up tomorrow.

He turned around, facing the heavy partition between the cockpit and the rear living area.

It was a dark gray metal wall with no visible gaps. The matte coating gleamed with a cold, industrial sheen under the amber ambient lighting. There was no door frame or handle to be seen with the naked eye.

Chen Lang raised his right hand, spreading his five fingers and placing them on the central area of ​​the metal wall.

"Beep—"

Fingerprint scan complete.

A very thin beam of iris recognition light appeared in the center of the wall, silently passing through his pupil.

"Dual biometric authentication successful," Titan's voice came from inside the bulkhead. "Master's private area unlocked."

"laugh--"

The sound of the airtight lock loosening was extremely faint, almost swallowed up by the white noise of cruising.

Then.

"Click...click—"

A light crack silently appeared in the center of the bulletproof steel wall.

The two armored doors, each weighing over 200 kilograms, slid smoothly to the sides along magnetic levitation tracks hidden within the walls.

The moment the door opened, a warm current carrying a faint scent of cedar wood flowed out from inside.

A soft, gentle light washes over you.

Chen Lang leaned against the door frame, his wispy hair partially obscuring his eyes and brows, and lazily turned his head to look at the passenger seat.

"Feed. Stop pretending to be asleep."

Shen Qingci opened her eyes, the paper stick of the lollipop still dangling from the corner of her mouth.

Those cool pupils narrowed slightly in the amber light.

She imagined that behind the door would be a cold, metal carriage or a container piled high with miscellaneous items.

But what did she see?

A warm amber light streamed silently along the top of the bulkhead.

Beneath my feet was a creamy white New Zealand wool long-pile carpet that covered the entire floor. The pile shimmered softly under the light and was so thick that it reached past my ankles.

Directly in front, a dark brown leather sofa occupies half of the bulkhead.

Opposite the sofa is a combination of a floor-standing wooden bookshelf and a smart, temperature-controlled wine cabinet, with the breathing light inside the cabinet reflecting the deep red surface of the Romanée-Conti wine.

Further inside, there is a bar counter with a solid gray marble surface, above which hang inverted crystal wine glasses that make a very faint "tinkling" sound as the vehicle shakes slightly.

Behind the bar, a frosted glass sliding door is faintly visible, letting in a warmer light from the depths.

Every inch of the entire space silently proclaims two words—

Safety.

Shen Qingci stopped biting on the lollipop, and the sweet taste of strawberries in her mouth suddenly became very clear.

"What are you standing there for?"

Chen Lang's voice came from the direction of the door frame.

He had already turned and walked inside, his tall figure disappearing into the warm light.

"Come in."

Two words.

Shen Qingci stood up from her seat.

The new running shoes made a "thud" as they stepped onto the metal floor of the cockpit.

She walked to the edge of the hatch.

Bare toes touched the edge of the wool rug inside the threshold.

The moment the velvety texture reached the soles of her feet, her toes curled up slightly.

It's too soft.

It's so soft that it evokes an absurd fear—a fear that you're not worthy to step on it.

"Shen Qingci." Chen Lang turned around, his voice carrying an undeniable domineering tone.

"If you stand there at the door for another three seconds, I'll carry you right in. Don't think I wouldn't dare; I still remember how it felt to jump off the building with you today."

Shen Qingci's ears burned, and she pressed her bloodless lips tightly together.

She didn't say anything and stepped barefoot onto the wool carpet.

The downy hairs emerge from between the toes, carrying a temperature regulated by a thermoregulatory system—thirty-two degrees Celsius, which is exactly the most comfortable temperature range for human skin.

Chen Lang walked to the storage area on the side and opened the built-in wardrobe.

"then."

A neatly folded set of light gray cotton loungewear flew over.

Following that was a brand new toiletries bag, and a thick white long-pile bath towel that could be used as a blanket.

"Turn left at the second door, and you'll reach the bathroom."

With his back to her, Chen Lang was tearing open the seal of a box of groceries he had just bought from the supermarket with his bare hands, his movements rough yet efficient.

"Hot water, fragrance, and temperature are all automatic; you just need to stand inside."

He didn't even look up, but his tone was as heavy as a thousand pounds: "Go wash off all the mud."

"And by the way, flush all that rotten stuff and bad luck from Jiangcheng down the drain. Don't come out until you're completely clean."

Shen Qingci held the pile of clothes, her fingertips gripping the pure cotton fabric tightly, her knuckles turning white.

"……Um."

She turned and walked toward the second frosted glass door.

The door opens automatically using a sensor.

In the separate wet and dry shower area, the smart mirror of the top-mounted rain shower head illuminates with soft supplemental lighting, and the edge displays the current water temperature: 38.5℃.

The entryway light is on.

Shen Qingci closed the door.

Warm water poured down from above.

The water flow carried away the mud and ash from the sandpit under the bridge, the gravel and dust from the shopping mall parking lot, and also tried to carry away the despair that had been suppressed by the family of origin for eighteen years.

Steam rose. Shen Qingci closed her eyes, her mind uncontrollably replaying the scenes from tonight.

In mid-air, that iron-like arm gripped her tightly against its chest;

In the abyss of the fifth-floor atrium, his wild heartbeat pounded into her bones through muscles and fabric.

Facing twelve burly men wielding batons, he smiled and asked her if she dared to jump.

"Neuropathy……"

She muttered a curse under her breath. A thin blush rose on her pale, thin face from the steaming hot water.

She stared at herself in the mirror, no longer as lifeless as a puppet, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily curled up into a tiny, yet somewhat manic, smile.