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

Outside the bathroom, a multi-million dollar heavy truck smoothly tore through the night sky of Jiangcheng.

Chen Lang tossed the last bag of snacks into the wooden storage cabinet, took a long stride, and collapsed into the Hermes leather sofa with extreme relaxation.

He rested one hand behind his head, crossed his legs and propped them up on the edge of the coffee table, his consciousness sinking into the system.

A pale blue holographic data stream instantly filled the field of vision like a waterfall.

[Reputation points are being calculated]

[Passive growth source: UGC (user-generated content) clips from short video platforms – cumulative views exceeded 4.7 million.]

Passive Reputation Gain: +110,080 points.

Current reputation points: 189,280.

Chen Lang raised his two sharp, sword-like eyebrows, a hint of amusement flashing in his deep black eyes.

More than 110,000 reputation points? He was rushing around trying to rescue people and didn't even have time to touch his phone. How did the money grow legs and magically appear in his pocket?

His gaze swept downwards, and a bold, gold system notification lay quietly at the very top of the message queue:

[Platform data synchronization: The host's Douyin account "Chen Lang Bu Lang" has surpassed 10 followers. Current number of followers: 110,309.]

[Note: The host account has not published any original content. All incremental traffic comes from derivative works and clips created by others.]

It's surpassed 100,000. But the number of works on his homepage is a clean "zero".

Without posting a single video, relying solely on those blurry, pixelated recordings from passersby, he managed to amass 110,000 active followers.

Chen Lang closed his eyes, the curve of his lips revealing a hint of roguishness and arrogance.

"This incredible wealth," he murmured, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. "If I don't seize this opportunity, I'll truly be letting down the love-struck masses."

He mentally accessed the footage library of the levitating live-streaming ball. Eight hours of ultra-high-definition recordings, from the leap from the 60-meter bridge to the domineering act of protecting food at a street food stall, and the "leap of faith" as he and the school beauty descended from the sky in the shopping mall. Every frame was 8K quality, far surpassing any current theatrical blockbuster.

"System, activate AI editing."

[Please select editing mode: High-octane action/Emotional/Suspense/Comedy/Custom]

"High-octane action combined with pure romance, under 60 seconds. First theme: rescuing someone on a bridge. Second theme: leaping through a shopping mall. The focus is on what is meant by 'outlaw-like favoritism,' uncensored, original audio."

[AI processing in progress... estimated time 3 seconds.]

[A preview of the finished video has been generated.]

Chen Lang glanced at the first item casually.

The scene opens with an intensely oppressive night. The camera focuses on a stunning backlit silhouette—his hair whipping wildly in the wind, the titanium steel earring in his left ear reflecting a deadly, cold light. Then, the drums pound out!

The zigzag motion of his tactical boots, scraping against the steel beams, created long trails of crimson sparks. And in his arms, he held tightly the girl in her tattered white dress.

The most amazing part was the slow-motion close-up: for a fraction of a second in mid-air, with weightlessness, the two faces were less than ten centimeters apart. His eyes were filled with fanatical certainty, while in Shen Qingci's originally empty and lifeless eyes, his figure falling from the sky was clearly reflected.

The final frame freezes: In an abandoned sandpit, Chen Lang tilts his head and laughs like a scoundrel, reaching out to roughly yet gently tug at Shen Qingci's dust-covered cheek.

"Brilliant!" Chen Lang snapped his fingers in his mind. "The second one."

The second one is even more amazing. The opening scene is directly in the fifth-floor atrium, the moment he lifts Shen Qingci up in a princess carry with one arm.

In the extreme slow-motion shot, the moment the girl was pulled into someone's arms, the brim of her oversized windbreaker slipped down, revealing a beautiful, yet lifeless, bare face. Her long hair exploded in mid-air like a black Udumbara flower.

Chen Lang's bangs obscured his eyes, his sharp jawline was taut, and a near-maniacal smile hung at the corners of his mouth as he uttered a single word to the camera: "Jump."

In the climax, the second-floor railing tilts backward. The AI ​​breaks the scene down frame by frame: behind them is a thirty-meter-deep abyss of emptiness, Shen Qingci grips his collar tightly with both hands, her knuckles turning cold white from the extreme force.

This angle, this composition, exudes an extreme romanticism of "I'd drag you down to hell with me."

"Alright." Chen Lang exited the preview with satisfaction. "Let's go for a double fire and add some intensity to Jiangcheng tonight."

[Uploaded to the host's Douyin account. Expected to be approved by the platform within five minutes.]

As his consciousness faded, Chen Lang opened his eyes.

Amber-colored ambient lighting strips flowed gently across the ceiling. The cabin was extremely quiet, with only the white noise of the Level 5 autonomous driving system and... the soft sound of running water coming from the direction of the bathroom.

Moisture was spreading through the frosted glass door.

Inside the bathroom at this moment.

Shen Qingci stood under the constant temperature rain shower, the 38.5-degree warm water like a soft net, enveloping her completely.

It's so warm.

It was so warm that it even made one shiver.

Three hours earlier, she was standing on the edge of the Jiangcheng Bridge, feeling the biting despair of the river wind, her mind filled with her mother's "death-threatening text message".

Now, she stands in the luxurious bathroom of a multi-million dollar truck, her feet on warm, non-slip marble, the scent of high-end cedar fragrance lingering in the air.

The water washed away the mud, sand, and gravel from her body, as if peeling away the disgusting, puppet-like gloom that had been etched into her bones over the past eighteen years.

She raised her hand and touched her chest.

My heart is still beating. Not only is it beating, but it's beating more vigorously than it has in the past eighteen years.

"From now on, your life is under my control."

Chen Lang's extremely arrogant words, mixed with warm water, echoed repeatedly in her ears.

Shen Qingci closed her eyes, covered her face tightly with her hands, and her shoulders trembled uncontrollably in the flowing water. There were no tears, only a release of pent-up emotions, a feeling akin to rebirth.

Ten minutes later.

The frosted glass door was pushed open with a "click".

Chen Lang was scrolling through data on his phone. Hearing the noise, he slightly raised his eyelids, his gaze sweeping over the phone screen, pausing almost imperceptibly for half a second.

Shen Qingci, wrapped in a set of light gray, oversized pure cotton loungewear, stepped out from the rising steam.

Having washed away the mud and deathly aura from her body, her already beautiful face was now flushed with a light layer of pink from the hot water.

Her long, dark hair, still damp, draped over her slender shoulders, water droplets sliding down her fair collarbone and into the depths of her collar. Her eyes, usually cold and aloof due to years of suppressed emotions, now revealed a vulnerability that seemed completely unguarded.

Chen Lang's Adam's apple bobbed very slightly, but his expression remained unchanged.

Those deep black eyes lingered for only a second before subtly withdrawing their gaze and returning it to the phone screen.

"There's milk in the fridge. Heat it for thirty seconds on the third button from the left in the microwave. Feel free to sit on the sofa, make yourself at home," he said lazily.

Shen Qingci did not move.

She was barefoot, her toes sinking slightly into the soft wool carpet. Her gaze fell on Chen Lang—he was sprawled out on the sofa, a strawberry-flavored lollipop dangling from his mouth, the white paper stick bobbing with his breath, looking every bit the carefree scoundrel.

"...Your back." Shen Qingci's voice was still a little hoarse after taking a shower.

"Um?"

"Does the pain from hitting the bridge pier not hurt anymore?" She gripped the white towel draped over her shoulder.

"It's been a while, your brother Lang is made of iron." Chen Lang turned over to face her, casually patting the two-meter-long leather sofa next to him with his left hand. "If your legs are still nimble, move over and sit down, I'll give you a good laugh."

Shen Qingci hesitated for two seconds. She walked barefoot across the carpet and sat down at the other end of the sofa.

There was a clear, defined distance of more than half a sofa between them. This was a safe zone that Chen Lang had deliberately left, and also the limit that Shen Qingci could currently accept.

Chen Lang didn't move closer; he simply tilted his phone screen slightly toward her.

On the screen, his first 8K original video, which he had just released, was playing.

Shen Qingci froze after only three seconds. Her cold pupils widened instantly.

"This is……"

"Ironclad proof that eight million people ship you and me as a couple." Chen Lang moved the lollipop from the left corner of his mouth to the right, his tone clearly teasing.

"Congratulations, Shen! You're now the hottest 'rescued school beauty' on the entire internet. In just ten minutes, 100,000 people have followed your husband's... cough, your Lang Ge's account."

Shen Qingci's face flushed bright red instantly, the thin layer of powder burning all the way to her ears.

"Delete it." She bit her lower lip, her voice strained.

"I won't delete it." Chen Lang refused with a straight face, throwing his phone in an arc until it landed steadily on her lap. "The comment section has practically written 500,000 words of fanfiction for you overnight. Look at that, you've really taken control of the entire internet. It's hilarious."