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

At 2:17 a.m., the voice of the intelligent central Titan flowed from the surround speakers, the volume turned down to night mode.

Titan reports: "A massive rainstorm cloud has been detected 120 kilometers ahead. It is expected to enter the core precipitation area in 18 minutes, with winds of force 7 and gusts of force 9. We recommend switching to heavy load anti-rollover mode."

Chen Lang opened his eyes.

The suspended bed in the living room swayed slightly in the darkness, and a faint vibration from the road surface could be felt from the chassis of the heavy truck.

He sat up and stepped barefoot onto the warm wool carpet.

"Cut it over."

Titan: "Received. Chassis hydraulics locked, center of gravity lowered by 12 centimeters, all four-axle differential locks engaged, Doomsday Fortress mode activated."

Chen Lang walked to the cockpit.

Outside the windshield, the distant horizon was a dark, oppressive mass.

A bolt of lightning suddenly tore through the clouds, illuminating the empty highway in stark white before plunging it back into deathly darkness.

He looked around for a while, then turned and walked toward the master bedroom door.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door twice, with just enough force to penetrate the soundproofing.

"Shen Qingci."

There was no sound from inside the hatch.

Chen Lang leaned against the door frame, his voice very low.

"Come out if you're awake, I'll show you something amazing."

A few seconds later, the hatch slid open silently from the inside.

Shen Qingci stood at the door, the sleeves of her light gray pajamas longer than her fingers, revealing only a section of her pale fingertips.

Her long, black hair was loose, and her eyes were bloodshot.

Chen Lang didn't ask her why she had insomnia.

It's no wonder I can't fall asleep instantly in a new environment.

He tilted his chin, gesturing for her to follow.

The two passed through the living quarters and arrived at the panoramic observation area in the middle of the carriage.

Chen Lang hadn't shown her this area before.

Above is a three-meter-long bulletproof panoramic sunroof, and the surrounding bulkheads can be switched to a fully transparent mode with one click.

Chen Lang casually swiped on the smart panel.

The sun-shielding coating on all four sides of the bulkhead disappeared simultaneously, and the armored cover above the skylight smoothly moved to both sides.

The entire observation area instantly transformed into a transparent capsule.

Lightning struck.

The blinding white light filled the carriage, and Shen Qingci instinctively took half a step back.

Immediately following was a deafening clap of thunder that exploded directly overhead.

The torrential rain lashed down in a frenzy at the same second.

Dense raindrops pounded against the bulletproof sunroof, making a dull thud.

The roadside trees on both sides of the highway were blown about by the strong wind, and the rain was so thick that the high beams of heavy trucks were completely swallowed up in less than five meters.

A storm raged outside.

Inside the carriage, the wool carpet underfoot maintained a constant temperature of 32 degrees Celsius.

Amber-colored ambient lighting flowed silently along the bottom of the cabin wall.

The 20-ton RV remained as steady as a rock, without swaying in the face of strong winds and heavy rain.

The storm outside was kept firmly shut out by the bulletproof glass.

Shen Qingci stood directly below the skylight, looking up.

Lightning struck again, its cold white light piercing through the glass and hitting her face.

She was trembling, not from the cold, but from an unprecedented sense of security.

This was the first time she had looked directly at the raging storm outside through solid glass.

The storm tore at the trees, but it couldn't even budge a single hair on her head.

Chen Lang didn't offer any words of comfort. He leaned against the side of the cabin wall, his hands in his work pants pockets, watching her.

"Did you see that clearly? As long as you stay in my car, even if the sky falls outside, it won't hurt a single hair on your head."

Thunder rumbled over the roof of the car in waves.

Shen Qingci stood for a while, then slowly squatted down.

She hugged her knees with both hands, rested her chin on them, and looked up at the torrential rain outside the skylight.

Chen Lang glanced at her for two seconds, then turned and walked towards the kitchen area.

He focused his consciousness on the system and glanced at the current reputation value panel.

Current reputation points: 239,280.

[The passive growth rate is still being settled, and the secondary creation of short videos continues to gain momentum, but the hourly growth rate has stabilized.]

Chen Lang chewed on the filling of the lollipop in his mouth.

Stability is not good.

His line of work relies on real-time emotional triggers, not on waiting for secondary creations to slowly ferment.

And he has something better.

A multi-million dollar doomsday fortress, made of military-grade bulletproof material, with a panoramic sunroof, plus a massive downpour crashing onto the roof of the car, and an eighteen-year-old girl crouching on a carpet, looking up at the lightning.

This kind of material would be a visually stunning spectacle in any blockbuster film.

Chen Lang raised his hand to bring up the control panel for the floating live streaming ball.

The levitating camera sphere silently popped out of its magnetic slot in the storage area, hovered for half a second in the warm light of the living pod, and then automatically determined the optimal composition and drifted toward the observation area.

Chen Lang spoke into the panel: "Start broadcasting, automatic God's-eye view, follow-up shooting mode, cinematic camera work, the third track from the Deep Sea series for the background music, and the camera must not be pointed directly at Shen Qingci's face."

[Live stream has started, current online viewers: 2,847 (growing rapidly)]

The live stream instantly caught the attention of all the night owls.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared outside the skylight; a thick bolt of lightning cleaved the sky in two.

Inside the sunroof, the panoramic transparent cabin is like an amber capsule floating in the darkness, with the wool carpet underfoot and the warm light flowing from the bottom of the cabin walls completely blocking out the raging winds and rain from the outside.

The suspended sphere slowly circled the observation area, completing a large arc, and was photographed from a bird's-eye view.

The torrential rain poured down from the skylight, striking the bulletproof glass and creating dense white circles, leaving trails of rapid water marks.

Directly below the skylight, a girl dressed in loose, light gray pajamas curled up on the carpet, hugging her knees and gazing up at the lightning overhead.

Her profile was illuminated by intermittent flashes of light, then plunged back into darkness, alternating repeatedly.

There wasn't a single word or narration on screen; it just played quietly.

But the live stream chat exploded.

I thought tonight's live stream was about a struggling student sharing their college entrance exam preparation tips!

[This scene is incredible! The rain outside that bulletproof glass is a real downpour!]

[What is Shen Qingci looking at? That look in her eyes is so heartbreaking.]

In just three minutes, the number of online users exceeded 100,000.

Chen Lang stood in the kitchen area, with his back to the observation area, opened the refrigerator, and glanced at the ingredients he had bought at the supermarket that night.

Eggs, noodles, scallions, ginger, and a jar of lard.

He had everything he needed, but he stared at the ingredients for two seconds, his fingers resting on the refrigerator door frame without moving.

It's not that he can't cook; before he transmigrated, he was at least a corporate slave who could cook instant noodles in a variety of ways. But there's a world of difference between "being able to eat" and "tasting good".

A pale blue system notification pops up on the retina at the right time.

[Host intent detected: cooking.]

[Currently unlockable skill: "Wilderness Michelin - Divine Culinary Skills", requires 100,000 Reputation Points.]

[Skill Description: After permanent binding, the host will gain top-tier culinary muscle memory and taste database, enabling them to prepare top-notch dishes in any environment.]

[Current Reputation Points: 239,280. Exchange now?]

Chen Lang's gaze passed over the top of the refrigerator and landed on the thin figure curled up in a ball in the distant observation area.

The journey from Jiangcheng to Dali crosses seven provinces, and we'll have to spend at least two days and one night on this train.

The system's main mission is clearly stated: to take her away and heal her.

Healing isn't something that can be sustained by adrenaline and extreme sports alone; ultimately, people still need to eat to live.

Eat the kind of food that lets you let down your guard and warms you from your stomach to your heart.

Besides, this girl is so thin she looks like a paper doll. After living under that control maniac for eighteen years, she probably doesn't even have the right to have a proper meal.

Trading 100,000 reputation points for a permanent skill that allows you to whip up a feast anytime, anywhere in the wilderness is a worthwhile deal.

Chen Lang silently recited the word "exchange" in his mind.

[The "Wild Michelin-starred, God-level Culinary Skills" has been permanently bound to a host.]

Chen Lang closed his eyes; thirty years of muscle memory in the kitchen had been etched into his bones.

The optimal cutting angle for every piece of food, the bubble density corresponding to each oil temperature—all of these are instinctively etched into his fingertips.

He took out a bundle of noodles, two eggs, and a small bunch of scallions.

I rubbed the cross-section of the noodles between my fingertips. The alkali content was high, so it was suitable for a base of lard and heavy soy sauce. Cook it until it was just cooked through and then take it out.

Chen Lang raised the corner of his mouth.

From now on, all those pre-made meals and industrially prepared food packages at service areas can go to hell; his car will only be filled with top-notch flavors.

The levitating live-streaming ball triggered an automatic follow mechanism, slowly drifting towards the kitchen area and hovering beside Chen Lang.

Add lard to the pot.

At the bottom of the scalding hot iron pot, the milky white lard melted instantly, creating tiny bubbles.

Chen Lang tossed the wok with one hand to spread the oil evenly, then added two slices of crushed ginger.

The ginger slice made a crisp sound the moment it hit the bottom.

The aroma of caramel instantly filled the entire carriage with its olfactory ambiance.

In the live broadcast room, the patterns of the oil blooming and the arcs of rising white mist were clearly captured.

The sentiment in the comments section changed immediately.

Wait, is this the same killer who jumped off a 60-meter bridge barehanded yesterday? Why is he suddenly flipping eggs in a pan?

[The contrast is too great! He seamlessly switches from a killing machine to a master chef!]