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

Shen Qingci paused for a moment, her chopsticks holding the duck meat hovering.

Chen Lang picked up a piece of duck meat, put it in his mouth without changing his expression, and chewed.

"Captain, the food can't stop, it'll get cold and taste bad."

"Who is the captain?"

"You're in charge of clearing the way, setting the rules on-site, and wrapping up the live stream. Your job is clear, and you can't refuse."

Shen Qingci swallowed the duck meat.

As he looked down, his gaze swept across the old glass across the street.

The glass reflected the mottled stove and the old wooden table.

And a section of black umbrella surface at the alley entrance.

The person was hidden in the shadows, their shoes pointing directly at the table.

She looked away and continued eating.

The levitating ball moves horizontally along the inside of the eaves, and the camera locks onto the shoulders of the two people and the dishes on the table.

After a three-minute delay, the video was pushed to the live stream.

In the background, the stove, door frame, and menus on the wall are all pixelated by Titan.

Only the rising white mist and the rim of the copper pot remained recognizable.

"Then what are you?"

"Me? I'm a logistics manager, security guard, cook, and driver all at the same time."

"Oh, and he also serves as a grader."

"After all, this position offers the highest pay."

"No salary."

"Those three strings of ginger candy are my wages."

The live stream chat exploded with comments.

[The captain is real; her shout on the jumping rocks is more effective than a megaphone.]

[Logistics, security, cooks, drivers—aren't they just full-time nannies?]

[A nanny? You call someone who earns three strings of ginger candy a month a nanny?]

[This salary is even less than the cleaning lady at the tourist attraction, Wanderer, wake up!]

Shen Qingci reached out with her chopsticks and unceremoniously took the last piece of cilantro from his bowl.

"After deducting the fine for your unauthorized risky behavior, your salary will be halved."

Chen Lang sighed as he looked at the empty bowl.

"Has our debt relationship completely reversed?"

"You're only finding out now?"

As the levitating ball sank, the camera captured the entire process of Shen Qingci precisely sweeping the bottom of Chen Lang's bowl with her chopsticks.

After a three-minute delay, the screen was brought to the viewer.

She even took the last sprig of cilantro from the other person!

[Salary cut in half, starting with one and a half strings of ginger candy.]

[Lang Shen: I thought I was the creditor, but it turns out I'm the employee.]

[Qingci's speed in picking up food is even faster than in the multiple-choice questions of the science section of the college entrance exam.]

[Notice that Lang Shen didn't stop them at all; he even gave up his bowl.]

The two of them ate the meal without any rush.

It was even a few minutes slower than usual.

Only after the sour soup in the pot was almost gone did Chen Lang slowly get up to pay the bill.

The proprietress took three strings of handmade ginger candy from the glass jar, wrapped them in yellowed oil paper, and handed them over.

Shen Qingci took the paper bag and squeezed it through the oil paper.

"Three strings."

"The agreed-upon number." Chen Lang opened the umbrella.

"What about the extra reward?"

"It's already included."

"What's the reward?"

Chen Lang glanced at the shadow at the alley entrance, his voice tinged with laughter.

"You knew someone was following you, but you didn't turn around even once. Good self-control."

The sentence was three minutes late in the live stream due to a delay, but the audience's reaction was quick.

Wait a minute, what does it mean that someone is following us?

[Was there a tail while we were eating?]

[Qingci didn't look back the whole time? My heart was pounding just reading the comments.]

[Lang Shen spoke casually, but he meant he was constantly monitoring the surroundings.]

So, the reason this meal was eaten so slowly wasn't romantic at all, but rather a fishing trip?

Shen Qingci clenched the paper bag in her hand.

She pulled out a string of ginger candies and stuffed it into Chen Lang's hand.

"Rewards will be redistributed."

"Am I involved too?"

"I'm rewarding you for notifying me in advance this time."

"It seems the new rules also include performance bonuses."

"This is a one-time thing, don't push your luck."

The levitating ball captured her handing out ginger candy from the side.

Only two hands are visible in the image.

One was fair-skinned, the other had distinct joints.

The oiled paper for the ginger candy was passed between fingers.

This scene was precisely preserved by Titan without any pixelation.

She gave it to her willingly!

[The expression on Lang Shen's face when he caught the ginger candy—his mouth was practically stretched to his ears, yet he was still pretending.]

The performance-based bonus system was officially established, bringing tears of emotion to the eyes of many workers.

[Qingci's talent for management has awakened; he uses both punishment and reward, combining kindness and strictness.]

The quality of this ginger candy is obvious to those in the know.

The two walked out of the shop side by side.

The black umbrella at the alley entrance has vanished.

Two wet footprints, not yet completely dry, were left at the base of the moss-covered wall.

The footprints are narrower at the front and wider at the back, with obvious wear on the outer side of the right foot.

The gait characteristics are exactly the same as those recorded by Titan.

Chen Lang kept his feet firmly planted and did not chase after them.

[Target retreated 42 meters and is currently on a call.]

[A short-term encrypted signal has been detected; tracking node established.]

"Did you deliberately let him continue following?" Shen Qingci asked.

"It's just an eye. If you gouge out this eye now, the next person will immediately get a new one."

"So, we're looking for the person hiding in the back with the binoculars?"

Chen Lang shook the ginger candy in his hand.

"The captain's summary is spot on."

Stop flattering me.

In the delayed footage, the two walked side by side into the depths of the ancient alley.

The suspended sphere was raised to the height of the roof.

The entire alleyway, with its blue bricks, wooden frames, and Miao embroidery swaying in the wind, is captured in the lens.

All house numbers, road signs, and pedestrian faces along the way were blurred in real time.

The scene only shows colorful fabrics and a damp stone path.

Where are they now? The footage is completely blurry.

[I told you not to guess the address, I've already reported it.]

[Just look at the colors of that Miao embroidery; this alley is so beautiful.]

[Is Lang Shen's mention of eyes and binoculars an implication that there's a bigger fish behind this?]

Stop analyzing, can't we just let people shop in peace?

The streets and alleys deep within the ancient city are much quieter than the main roads.

An old wooden frame stands outside the blue brick wall.

Colorful Miao embroidery and elegant long gowns hang by the door.

When the wind blows, the hems of their clothes flutter in rows.

As Shen Qingci passed a vintage clothing store with a quaint facade, she slowed down.

The shop owner was a middle-aged woman wearing a Miao silver hairpin, who was tidying up the clothes rack.

She looked up and glanced at the two of them, her gaze finally settling on Shen Qingci's shoulder.

"Miss, why don't you come in and try it on? With your style, you'll look good in anything."

Shen Qingci pointed to herself: "Me?"

"Yes, with a lithe figure and good bone structure, she is especially suited to our Miao people's traditional costumes."

The shop owner pointed to the inside of the shop.

"I just received a festive outfit for a young girl a couple of days ago, but I haven't hung it up yet. The colors are vibrant, and the embroidery is impressive; most people wouldn't pull it off. You'll definitely look great in it."

The levitating ball followed the two people into the store, automatically dimming to blend into the dim lighting.

Titan blurred the store name, the owner's face, and the business license on the wall.

The camera only captured the layers of fabric on the clothes rack and Shen Qingci's back view.

Shen Qingci turned her head, her gaze drifting to the dark, understated clothes rack beside her.

For the past eighteen years, Zhao Yulan has set rules for her, requiring her to wear clothes entirely within the Morandi color scheme.

Dignified, unremarkable, content to be a background figure.

When the delayed footage showed her reaching out to touch the row of dark colors, the comments section exploded.

Don't choose gray! Don't choose gray!

[Qingci, you've really gone all out today, you should probably change your clothes!]

Please, seeing her wearing Morandi colors for eighteen years is giving me PTSD.

Let her choose for herself; don't rush her.

Hesitating for a moment, Chen Lang stepped past her first.

He parted the heavy long skirts with his fingers and took out a set of well-preserved Miao ethnic minority girl's clothing from a hidden compartment.

The fabric is solidly and meticulously crafted, sewn entirely according to the traditional Miao style, exuding a sense of solemnity for the festival.

The upper body is an indigo blue short-breasted embroidered jacket, with fine colored thread patterns pressed on the collar, shoulders, and sleeve edges.

Silver-white butterfly, bird and swirling patterns overlap on the fabric.

She paired it with a pleated skirt with multiple layers.

The base color is a calm, deep blue, and the skirt hem is woven with intricate geometric patterns in vermilion, indigo, and golden yellow.

The most eye-catching thing was that silver ornament.

A small silver crown with delicate silver chains hanging from it is flanked by a silver necklace, silver bracelets, and two silver bells that jingle softly with each step.

It's heavy and substantial, exuding the vibrancy of Miao girls during festivals.

Chen Lang handed the clothes to her.

The floating ball provides a complete close-up view of the entire outfit.

The silver jewelry gleamed with a cool white light under the lamp.

The embroidery thread is richly colored, sewing the morning mist, campfire, and summer flowers into the fabric.

Three minutes later, the comments section completely spiraled out of control.

This is clearly authentic Miao ethnic minority clothing!

Oh my god, the silver jewelry is so beautiful! I feel like it will jingle and sparkle when I walk in it.

[Qingci absolutely has to try it! Her pale, cold face is perfect for this intense color!]

She wasn't wearing bright colors because she was never allowed to wear bright colors before.

This outfit is so vibrant; it's the complete opposite of Qingci's temperament, which makes it absolutely stunning!

I want to see her wear a silver crown! I want to see her twirl around in a pleated skirt!

Shen Qingci took the fabric, her fingertips gripping the hem of the garment tightly.

"This color... is too eye-catching."

At that very moment, Titan issued a warning through the headphones.

The target is approaching again, now thirty meters away.

The other party is using a telephoto lens to confirm your clothing features.

"Afraid of attracting attention?" Chen Lang looked at her.

Her fingertips caressed the fabric, a blend of indigo and vermilion.

This morning, she said in front of hundreds of thousands of viewers in a live broadcast, "I will walk my own path."

If now, because of a lackey, we have to put on a drab coat again.

That statement became an empty joke.

Shen Qingci raised her head and looked directly into his eyes.

"I'm not afraid."

"Then let's give it a try."

"You choose for me?"

"I'll only offer suggestions." Chen Lang took a half step back, relinquishing the choice. "The final decision is yours."

The chat in the live stream went from urging to waiting quietly, with only a few comments appearing.

She said she wasn't afraid.

Wait, don't rush her.