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

Chen Lang held a shovel in his right hand and cracked an egg open with his left.

The egg mixture slid into the boiling lard, and with a sizzling sound, the edges of the egg white instantly exploded into a golden brown crust.

With a slight dip of his wrist, he pressed down and flipped the egg with the back of the spatula, and the fried egg landed steadily back in the center of the pan.

Immediately afterwards, a spoonful of soy sauce was poured along the edge of the pot, and the rich aroma of soy sauce mixed with the mellow flavor of lard instantly rose up.

Half a spoonful of water was poured into the bottom of the pot, and with a whoosh, white steam shot into the sky, enveloping the entire kitchen area in a smoky atmosphere.

The camera on the floating live streaming sphere automatically zoomed in, and the number of viewers in the live stream easily approached 400,000.

Holy crap? That wok-flipping technique... I absolutely refuse to believe it unless you've spent at least ten years in a kitchen flipping a ladle!

[In the middle of the night, I could practically smell lard-fried eggs through the screen.]

[One minute he's leaping 60 meters into the air, the next he's donning an apron and transforming into a culinary master? Lang Ge, how many more surprises do you have in store for us?]

The living quarters were completely filled with this fragrance. Shen Qingci, who was crouching in the observation area at the rear, huddled in a corner, her nostrils twitching slightly involuntarily.

She didn't turn around, but she clearly heard the bubbling of boiling water and the slurping sound of the knife cutting through the scallions.

These sounds, full of the warmth of everyday life and carrying the rich aroma of lard, pierced through the suffocating torrential rain outside the bulletproof glass, seeping into her nerves that had been taut for eighteen years.

A few minutes later, Chen Lang carried a large white porcelain bowl around the marble bar.

He bent down and placed the steaming bowl of plain noodles on the carpet at Shen Qingci's feet. He then squatted down against the metal bulkhead, his long legs casually spread out in the cramped space, exuding a nonchalant and roguish air.

The two leaned against each other, with a bowl of steaming noodles between them.

Outside the sunroof, a fierce wind and torrential rain raged, while inside the cabin, the ambient lighting cast a warm glow.

Shen Qingci slowly lowered her head, her gaze falling on the bowl of noodles.

A thin layer of oil floats on the clear noodle soup, and on top of it lies a perfectly fried egg with a golden-brown, crispy edge, garnished with a few bright green scallions.

Her throat moved sharply, and she swallowed hard.

"My grandmother..." she began, her voice hoarse with extreme exhaustion.

Chen Lang turned his head to look at her.

Shen Qingci stared intently at the bowl of noodles, her originally empty and cold eyes welling up with tears, and her eye sockets reddened slightly.

"My grandma used to fry eggs like this for me. The edge was burnt, and she said that's called a fried egg wearing a flowery skirt."

Chen Lang didn't say anything, but took out a strawberry-flavored lollipop, unwrapped it, and put it in his mouth.

"Then your grandma is a connoisseur of food." Chen Lang said lazily, chewing on a candy stick. "Eat it while it's hot, otherwise the alkaline noodles will clump together into a paste when they cool down."

He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the girl's thin, trembling shoulders.

"From now on, I'll take care of all three meals a day, plus late-night snacks, for the rest of the trip."

Shen Qingci's fingers trembled suddenly. She slowly reached out her pale hand, picked up the white porcelain bowl, and put a mouthful of noodles into her mouth.

The richness of lard and the salty umami of soy sauce, along with the aroma of wheat, explode on the taste buds.

It was too hot; the warmth that burned down her esophagus and into her stomach made her shiver all over.

A tear fell into the noodle soup with a plop, splashing out a tiny ripple.

She didn't stop, stuffing the noodles into her mouth in large, almost wolfing-down mouthfuls.

The levitating ball faithfully recorded the girl eating noodles with her head buried deep in the bowl and her shoulders trembling slightly as she sobbed.

The number of viewers in the live stream exceeded 200,000.

She was eating so heartily... but why did I start crying as I watched?

Seeing her eat heartily finally put my mind at ease. Thank you, Brother Lang, for the bowl of noodles.

As Chen Lang's retina glided along the edge of the pale blue data stream, the healing emotional resonance brought him over 20,000 reputation points.

He held a lollipop in his mouth, his eyes calm. However, amidst the heartwarming comments, a few glaring, bold gray comments suddenly appeared.

[Haha, what's with this bunch of brainless fans getting so excited? This is obviously scripted and staged, okay?]

[He eloped with a minor girl late at night; isn't that suspected of abduction? Call the police and have him arrested!]

[There's definitely an MCN agency pushing this behind the scenes; it's just a marketing tactic to whitewash the image.]

Chen Lang didn't even blink. He took out a car tablet, swiped it a couple of times, and tossed it onto the carpet next to Shen Qingci with a thud.

"A few paid trolls have infiltrated the live chat. Titan has already thoroughly investigated their IP addresses, device codes, and even the data from their order processing backend."

Chen Lang asked casually, "Shen, are you full? Want to practice your skills as a post-meal digestive aid?"

Shen Qingci swallowed the last mouthful of hot soup and put down the empty bowl. She wiped her mouth and looked down at the tablet screen.

The intelligent central tracking interface clearly lists the highly overlapping tracks, payment records, and guild affiliations of those abnormal accounts.

The tears in her eyes vanished completely, replaced by an intense chill.

She didn't speak, but picked up the tablet, sat up straight, and her slender fingers entered the real-time text chat box, leaving a blur of text.

The first comment with the streamer's exclusive identifier was pinned to the top:

[@Anonymous User: Just to clarify, my name is Shen Qingci. I'm 18 years old this year and have full civil capacity, so I'm taking the college entrance exam. Also, data from Titan shows that you posted 72 low-quality posts on three platforms using the same script, each post costing 50 cents. Has the bank card ending in 3942 received the payment?]

The chat in the live stream paused for a second, then exploded.

[Holy crap! The school beauty herself is personally going to engage in a battle?!]

[The speed at which they checked the water meter is incredible!]

Shen Qingci's fingers didn't stop, and the second precision-guided missile followed closely behind:

[@SoberOnlooker: The order you accepted the day before yesterday for "public opinion guidance on the Jiangcheng bridge-jumping incident" in the comments section of a certain marketing account, the 3000 yuan deposit transfer record has been posted in the pinned post of the backend. Do you need me to read out your registered real name, Zhang Mouqiang?]

[@Lawyer Lin: You posted 46 similar malicious comments within 12 minutes without the client's intention to report the incident to the police. According to Article 246 of the Criminal Law, defamatory information being forwarded more than 500 times is a criminal offense. I have secured the evidence and submitted your physical address to the cyber police with one click.]

After sending the last message, Shen Qingci slammed the tablet back onto the carpet and expressionlessly hugged her knees again.

Those three accounts that stirred up trouble were instantly deleted and disappeared without a trace.

The system notification indicates that Shen Qingci's core will to survive is being reconstructed, and the healing progress has increased to 23%.

Chen Lang stared at the skylight above his head, illuminated by lightning, as the paper stick twitched.

Are there any survivors?

Shen Qingci didn't look at him, but simply used her toes to push the tablet towards his legs.

"That's all. The rest saw the pinned screenshot and ran away long ago." Her voice was extremely flat, yet sharp.

"Next time someone questions whether it's illegal for you to bring me out, you don't need to lift a finger. I'll clean up the online mess myself."

Chen Lang turned his head and glanced at her. The deathly stillness in his eyes faded, revealing a hint of coldness and sharpness.

He chuckled, stood up, and ruffled her hair.

"Alright. From now on, ground clearing and online battles are yours, while air strikes and physical crushing are mine."

Night faded away unnoticed. As the heavy truck drove out of the tunnel, dawn broke in the east.

Bright sunlight streamed in through the panoramic windows, giving the asphalt road a deep sheen, while the undulating mountains on either side rushed past under the blue sky and white clouds.

Shen Qingci stared blankly at a cloud outside the window, finally experiencing a rare moment of relaxation from her tense nerves.

Chen Lang strode back to the cockpit at the front.

Just as he settled into the leather seat and before his hands even touched the steering wheel, the voice of the intelligent central hub, Titan, rang in his ears through bone conduction.

"Sir, Level One Alert. An unusual vehicle convoy has been detected five kilometers behind us. The other vehicle has blocked its regular radar signal and is rapidly approaching at excessive speed."

The radar interface in the upper right corner of Chen Lang's retina flashed red, and five cursors were closing in at an extremely fast speed.

He placed one hand on the steering wheel, the languid look in his eyes vanished, and the corners of his mouth were pressed flat.

He glanced at Shen Qingci, who was still quietly admiring the scenery in the surveillance footage.

"Titan, lower the chassis armor, lock the suspension, and push the rear anti-collision armor plate to its thickest level."

Chen Lang's voice was icy cold, "Since some people are eager to cause trouble, let them see what a real steel behemoth is like."

Before the words were even finished, an extremely arrogant roar of engines violently came from the highway behind the heavy truck. In the rearview mirror, several streamlined vehicle silhouettes were hurtling towards them at terrifying speed.