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

The phone fell onto my lap.

The screen's pale blue light shone on Shen Qingci's face.

She reached out her finger, intending to swipe away from the video. She stopped the instant her fingertip touched the edge of the screen.

On the screen, the slow-motion footage, restored to 8K quality by AI, is looping wildly.

In mid-air, the two were extremely close. Her long black hair was scattered in the strong wind. Chen Lang was less than ten centimeters away, staring intently at her.

"Is there really anyone in this world who would risk their life to jump from a height of sixty meters for a stranger? I don't believe it, but this video with its incredible picture quality shattered my worldview."

Chen Lang leaned back lazily against the Hermès leather sofa.

He crossed his arms over his chest, the paper stick of the strawberry lollipop in his mouth bobbing up and down.

He read the top comment in a flat tone, then raised an eyebrow: "Wow, this one has 200,000 likes. These netizens these days, they're really naive."

Shen Qingci remained silent.

My fingers gripped the edge of the phone case, my knuckles turning white from the pressure.

"The beginning is nonsense, but the end... makes a lot of sense." Shen Qingci's voice was very low.

Chen Lang stopped biting the paper stick.

He turned his head and leaned forward.

The distance has been shortened.

The scent of mint and tobacco mixed with the aroma of strawberry candy rushed into Shen Qingci's breath.

Shen Qingci shrank back half an inch.

My back was pressed directly against the leather backrest. There was nowhere to retreat.

Chen Lang didn't back down; instead, he took another step forward. He braced himself with one arm on the edge of the sofa beside her, partially enveloping her in the corner.

Under the amber ambient lighting, he tilted his head.

"Since you agree with the netizens' judgment so much, Shen..." Chen Lang's voice was low and a little hoarse, "Why don't you cooperate now and shed a couple of tears to open my eyes and see if you're really that moved by me?"

Shen Qingci blushed and met Chen Lang's aggressive gaze.

"Chen Lang".

She bit her lower lip, grabbed the handmade embroidered cushion beside her, and smashed it hard against his face.

"Go to hell!"

Chen Lang turned his head to dodge, then straightened up and laughed.

"Why are you getting so angry? Your temper is getting worse, you little tyrant."

He retreated to the other end of the sofa, crossing his long legs. He pulled a data cable from the smart charging cabinet and tossed it into her lap.

He casually ruffled her half-dry hair.

"Alright, I'm kidding you. Plug your phone in the left port if it's out of battery, watch it yourself." Chen Lang shifted into a more comfortable sitting position. "Remember to double-tap to like this video when you've had your fill. I'm counting on this video to get some commercial orders to support this gas-guzzling steel behemoth of ours."

Shen Qingci turned her head, her chest heaving.

She lowered her head, plugged in the data cable, and slid her fingertips across the screen.

She started scrolling very quickly. But as her gaze swept over the dense text of comments, her movements slowed down.

It eventually came to a complete standstill.

"This isn't some kind of elopement! This is clearly redemption! The god of pure love has collapsed to the ground! This is practically the ultimate romance of Jiangcheng's crazy couple! Lock it up! I'll swallow the key!"

"I could feel the despair of my sister as she jumped off the bridge, even through the screen. But since this reckless madman dragged her back to the world of the living, she has to live on!"

"Sister, I don't know what suffocating past you've been through, but the road ahead is still long. Go see the clouds in Dali, go have a good meal, even if it's just for yourself, please live life to the fullest, even selfishly, for once, okay?"

"Eighteen should be the best age, don't let those lousy people and lousy things hold you back. This world may be messed up, but there will always be someone willing to fall from the sky for you, so never, ever give up on yourself!"

One, two, a hundred, a thousand...

They were all complete strangers, using the most clumsy methods to beg her to live.

The backlight of the phone screen shone on Shen Qingci's face.

My eyes started to sting.

My vision gradually blurred, and the words on the screen distorted into light spots.

Chen Lang sat two meters away, neither offering a tissue nor making a sound.

At that very moment, a pale blue data stream frantically filled Chen Lang's retina:

[Ding! Detected that the target person 'Shen Qingci's' emotional defenses have been completely reconstructed!]

[Will to live has greatly increased! Current healing progress: 15%!]

[Congratulations, host, on receiving the stage reward: Reputation Points +50000! All-Around Physique Enhancement Potion x1 (already stored in system space)!]

Chen Lang casually picked up the spare phone, turned on Douyin, and deliberately made some noise.

"Tsk, pathetic." Chen Lang's tone was extremely exaggerated. "Look at these marketing accounts. The original 8K footage is right here, and they have the nerve to post this 240p, flawed, stolen footage. It's an insult to my magnificent good looks."

He swiped down twice, flipped the phone screen over, and shoved it at Shen Qingci from a distance.

"Hey, Shen, look up."

"Look at this female emotional anchor, watching the slow-motion replay of me jumping off the bridge to see her reaction. Four women in the live stream were screaming and crying, and the one on the left covered her face and lay on the table crying, her shoulders shaking like she had Parkinson's."

Shen Qingci sniffed.

She looked up, her eyes red-rimmed, glanced at the screen, and uttered two words stiffly: "Pretentious."

"Right? Great minds think alike!"

Chen Lang slapped his thigh, looking quite pleased with himself.

"I also don't think it's necessary to shout so loudly. After all, it's just jumping off a bridge sixty meters high, not like launching an atomic bomb to blow up the Pentagon. It's not a big deal, is it really necessary to cry like this?"

Shen Qingci stared at him.

Two seconds later.

She turned her head, facing the car window. Her shoulders trembled violently.

"If you want to cry, just cry. Why hold it in? Aren't you afraid of getting internal injuries?" Chen Lang slumped on the sofa. "There's no one else in this truck. The live stream was turned off a long time ago. This heavy truck uses military-grade composite materials for soundproofing. Even if you were to sing a high-pitched, off-key version of 'The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau' right here, not a single fart could be heard outside."

"...Who wants to cry?"

Shen Qingci did not turn around.

Outside the car window, the lights and shadows of the highway streetlights flashed by.

She tilted her head, tears sliding down her cheeks and splashing onto her pajamas, leaving a dark stain.

But a tiny curve appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Chen Lang didn't expose him.

He wrapped the charging cable around his index finger, looked at the ambient light on the ceiling, and casually planned tomorrow's schedule:

"We'll arrive at Erhai Lake in Dali before sunset the day after tomorrow. There's still a drive of over ten hours. If you can't sleep, just keep scrolling through your phone, looking for deals and reading comments."

"The master bedroom is through the innermost door. The mattress is a million-dollar custom-made intelligent suspended latex, and there are three pillow firmness options to choose from. The ensuite bathroom and walk-in closet are all brand new—"

"Then where will you sleep?"

Shen Qingci interrupted.

Chen Lang turned his head to look at her.

The little girl continued to stare out the window, showing him only the back of her head. But the blush that ran from her neck to her ears completely betrayed her.

Chen Lang raised an eyebrow and laughed out loud.

"What, worried that your brother Lang will have to sleep on the floor?"

He casually tapped the marble bar counter.

"Titan, switch from living room to guest room mode."

"Received, sir."

"Click click click—"

An extremely precise mechanical clicking sound rang out. The large leather sofa beneath Chen Lang quickly and smoothly unfolded to both sides. The titanium alloy metal frame at the bottom flipped and reassembled.

Less than ten seconds.

The original reception area has been transformed into a two-meter-wide suspended bed. A semi-transparent soundproof screen rises from the floor, dividing the space.

Chen Lang took a long stride and fell backward onto the bed, placing his hands behind his head.

"A doomsday fortress worth tens of millions, you really think it only has one room? Follow me, and you can choose any delicacy you want, but I'll make sure you don't get a single bite of this thing."

"……oh."

Shen Qingci quickly looked away. Her tense shoulders completely relaxed.

Chen Lang turned over and stood up, clapping his hands.

"Alright, little one, you've had a nice bath, time to go to the master bedroom for bed. Tomorrow is the world premiere of your brother Lang's round-the-world RV trip, hundreds of thousands of people are watching. If you want to be on camera—"

"No." A clean and decisive answer.

"I know you're shy, who would dare to film you? I'll smash the camera." Chen Lang said with a laugh.

Shen Qingci stood up and walked towards the master bedroom.

As he passed by Chen Lang, Chen Lang casually pulled off a thin cashmere blanket folded up on the side of the bar.

Just throw it blindly.

"Smack."

The thin blanket fell into Shen Qingci's arms.

Goodnight, Shen. When you open your eyes tomorrow, it will be a new world.

After saying that, he threw the floating bed back down, pulled the blanket over himself, and closed his eyes.

The living quarters quieted down.

Shen Qingci looked down at the cashmere blanket in her arms, her fingers tightening.

She went into the master bedroom.

The heavy, bulletproof metal hatch slid shut behind us.

She placed her phone on the bedside table. The screen lit up, and the latest comment had been pushed to the top of the trending list:

"Campus belle, if you see this comment, please remember: your life belongs to you. Go to Dali and feel the breeze. Hundreds of thousands of people online are watching for you. You must live well, trample the past underfoot, and then smile for the whole world!"

Shen Qingci stared at the line of text.

She pulled the cashmere blanket over herself and curled up deep into the large bed.

He closed his eyes. In the darkness, the corners of his mouth turned up again.