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

The shop owner casually took down a set of dark black Miao men's short jackets.

The clothes were thrown directly into Chen Lang's arms.

"Hey handsome, stop staring at girls. This suits you perfectly, you have broad shoulders."

The men's short jacket was also indigo in color.

The chest and cuffs are embroidered with simple thunder patterns.

A black woven belt cinches the waist, understated yet sleek.

Chen Lang caught the clothes with one hand.

"I don't need to try it on, as long as it fits."

Shen Qingci glanced at the black short jacket in his hand.

"Wearing this, you'll look like a debt collector wherever you go."

"That's perfect." Chen Lang weighed the fabric in his hand. "Those guys outside still owe us a debt."

[A black-clad wandering swordsman paired with a Miao girl—what a unique martial arts pairing!]

One looked like someone coming to collect debts, the other like the daughter of a village chief who had come from the mountains.

Qingci's face is absolutely stunning. Her skin, as white as jade, paired with indigo and silver jewelry, is breathtaking.

[Don't rush, we don't yet know if Qingci dares to wear it.]

Shen Qingci didn't refute anymore and picked up the Miao ethnic costume.

She turned and went into the fitting room.

The heavy curtains were drawn back together.

The suspended ball rose to the roof beam.

The camera kept its view carefully away from the fitting room.

The footage only shows Chen Lang's profile leaning against the counter, as well as the clothes racks scattered throughout the store.

The shop owner is arranging silver jewelry on the counter.

She looked Chen Lang up and down with a gossipy gaze.

"girlfriend?"

"Navigator".

Chen Lang answered in a very serious manner.

"oh--"

The shop owner drawled out the last syllable.

They didn't even believe a single punctuation mark.

After the delayed push, a barrage of question marks appeared in the comments.

[Nobody in the world believed it, except for Lang Shen himself, who acted with such conviction.]

The navigator is responsible for guiding the way, but what is their responsibility? Guiding people.

These two standing together look more and more like a young couple on a date.

Stop fooling around, come out now! I can't wait to see Ci in Miao clothing!

A moment later, the curtain of the fitting room was lifted by a hand.

Shen Qingci came out.

She changed out of her usual demure long dress.

She was wearing an indigo-blue Miao embroidered dress.

The narrow collar hugged the neckline.

Colorful embroidery extends from the shoulders to the cuffs.

The pleated skirt, layered and cascading down to the calves, was a perfect fit.

As she walked, the folds of her skirt billowed out in layers.

Crimson and golden patterns stand out against a dark blue background.

She wore a black and red striped sash around her waist.

It accentuates a slender waistline and adds a touch of neatness to the overall outfit.

A silver flower crown was placed on her long, black hair.

A thin silver chain dangled from her temple, brushing against her cheek.

There was no heavy covering on her forehead.

The pale red beauty mark was completely exposed to the air.

Her cool, aloof features were accentuated by silver ornaments and vibrant embroidery, giving her a strikingly aggressive look.

She raised her wrist.

The silver bracelets clinked together, producing a crisp sound.

Ding.

The shop owner's hands, which were arranging silver jewelry, froze in mid-air.

Several tourists passing by outside also stopped in their tracks.

Just as several people were about to raise their phones, the shop owner coughed and glared at them, stopping them from doing so.

The suspended ball turns at the crossbeam.

Titan calculated for three seconds, but ultimately only gave a half-body shot from the shoulders to the hem of the skirt.

Indigo, vermilion, and silver-white intertwine under the dim yellow light.

The silver chain swayed, and the folds of her skirt rose and fell with her uneasy posture.

Her face was not in the frame.

Three minutes later, the live stream chat was still in an uproar.

[I didn't see her face clearly, but I was already blown away by her beauty!]

What kind of cold beauty is this from Miao territory?

Her shoulders and neck are so beautiful; the Miao costume perfectly accentuates her elegant and aloof气质 (qi zhi - inherent quality/temperament).

Silver jewelry and beauty marks are a perfect match! Please, Titan, raise the camera a little higher!

The elegant red against the indigo background is absolutely stunning.

[Take a few steps, Qingci! We want to hear the sound of silver bells!]

Chen Lang stood still.

He didn't speak, he just stared at the face under the light.

The floating ball didn't capture Chen Lang's expression.

Someone in the live stream deduced his position based on the angle of the footage.

The fact that the floating ball isn't spinning means that the Wave God isn't moving.

[If you're stunned, just say so. Don't pretend.]

He just called them navigators, and now his eyes are practically glued to them.

[Wandering God, praise someone! Stop with the product quality inspection again!]

Shen Qingci looked at the bronze mirror.

She frowned and turned away.

He touched the sash at his waist, then raised his hand to touch the silver chain at his temple.

"Is that strange?"

She looked at Chen Lang in the mirror.

Chen Lang raised his eyelids.

"See for yourself."

"I'm asking you."

"It suits you."

"Anything else?"

"Looks like..." Chen Lang drawled, "very good at fighting."

Shen Qingci raised an eyebrow.

"Too much silver jewelry will make noise when running, easily revealing your location."

The shop owner's lips twitched.

Chen Lang, however, continued his analysis in a serious manner.

"But the silver crown is securely fixed, and the silver chain does not obstruct the view."

"The embroidered sleeves are fitted tightly, making it less likely to snag on debris when moving."

"The waist belt can secure your phone and self-defense tools."

He stopped speaking and looked over.

"Most importantly, indigo and silver are easily recognizable in a crowd. I can spot you at a glance even from across the street."

The shop owner couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Young man, you can compliment someone like you're doing product quality control. You're single by choice."

The comments started scrolling synchronously three minutes later.

"I can recognize you from across the street—is this a compliment to the clothes or the person?"

[A product quality control-style compliment—clearly, she's single by choice.]

He praised three things: the cuffs, the silver ornaments, and the distinctive design; none of them were related to aesthetics.

But his eyes said it all!

[Would it kill you to just say she's pretty?]

Shen Qingci lowered her eyes and looked at the intricate Miao embroidery on her skirt.

"I've never worn clothes like this before."

"I'm wearing it now."

"If my family saw this, they would definitely say I'm not following the rules, that I'm crazy."

The live stream was silent for a few seconds.

The scrolling speed of the bullet comments slowed down, and the words that appeared became longer.

No one can dictate what clothes you should wear.

[Qingci, you look good in anything, this Miao costume suits you very well.]

Let the rules of eighteen years break today.

Chen Lang took a step forward.

He bent down, his hands hovering in mid-air.

Press your finger bones against the fabric on the side of your shoulder and tuck a small piece of thread back into the seam.

There was a clear inch's distance between his hand and her shoulder line.

There was no overstepping of boundaries.

"Whose rule is that?" he asked.

Shen Qingci looked directly into his eyes.

"It used to belong to Zhao Yulan."

"And now?"

The girl in the mirror wore an indigo embroidered dress, her silver ornaments reflecting the lamplight.

Shen Qingci looked at herself in the mirror.

The fingers that were gripping the hem of the skirt loosened little by little.

"mine."

"Then let's do it your way."

"What if I regret it?"

"Then let's switch back."

Chen Lang answered casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"It's just clothes. Wear them when you want, and take them off when you want."

The delayed video will transmit the entire conversation.

The screen was flooded with comments as soon as the word "My" landed.

The number of online users exceeded 190,000.

She said it was mine!!!

[From Zhao Yulan's to mine, there's the entire ancient town of Fenghuang in between.]

This outfit suits her perfectly; it's aloof and sharp.

The real killer move was Lang Shen's line, "Then let's switch back."

[190,000 people were online, the entire internet supporting her as she donned her first Miao ethnic costume, which she had chosen herself.]

Shen Qingci raised her hand and adjusted the silver chain.

The crisp sound of collision rang out again.

Chen Lang knocked on the counter.

Turn around and pay the bill.

"I'll take this set."

Shen Qingci turned around.

"I haven't said I want to buy it yet."

"You've already looked in the mirror three times."

"That's to confirm whether it fits or not."

"Yes, I've confirmed it too."

"Confirm what?"

Chen Lang turned around.

His eyes were slightly upturned at the corners, giving him an air of nonchalance.

"Our captain definitely has a lot of presence today."

Shen Qingci felt a burning sensation in his ears.

She raised her hand and touched the ebony prayer beads on her left wrist.

"Be poor."

"Then consider it a work summary."

Chen Lang picked up the black Miao ethnic short jacket and casually draped it over his shoulder.

"From today onwards, the team leader will be in charge of setting the rules, and I will be in charge of watching the way."

Shen Qingci glanced at him.

She turned around, took two steps, and then stopped.

Turning around, her gaze fell on the black outfit draped over Chen Lang's shoulder.

"You change too."

Chen Lang raised an eyebrow.

"There's nothing wrong with my outfit."

"I said I'd change it, so I will."

Shen Qingci raised her chin.

"Since I'm wearing red, you can't dress like an ordinary passerby."

She paused for a moment, and the blush spread downwards from the base of her ears.

I added a sentence.

"If you're going to wear something, wear a complete set."

The chat in the live stream froze for half a second.

Then it filled the entire screen.

【? ? ? 】

Wait, what did she just say?

[A complete set?!]

Sisters, did I hear that right? Qingci made Langshen wear matching outfits?!

[A matching set for the martial arts world! Red and black—are they about to team up to go down the mountain and collect debts?]

Chen Lang looked at her reddened ears.

He raised the corner of his lips.

"Okay, I'll do as the captain says."

He picked up his black outfit, turned around, and went into the fitting room.

Before the curtain closed, he turned to look at her.

"But you were the one who suggested wearing the same outfit."

Shen Qing turned away, her fingers gripping the hem of her red dress tightly.

The curtain fell, and she stood there, the silver bells rising and falling with her breath.

Once, twice.