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

Chen Lang got up and walked towards the armored escape hatch on the top of the cabin.

With a click, the hatch popped open.

The moment I crawled out of the hatch, a torrential downpour of icy rain lashed down on me.

The gale-force winds, carrying mud and sand, ripped wildly at his side.

He pressed his body against the cliff face and climbed upwards using both his hands and feet.

The cliff face had been soaked by torrential rain for three days and three nights, making it extremely slippery.

Chen Lang squinted his eyes, which were stinging from the rain, and picked at the natural texture of the rock surface.

The fingers were forcibly wedged into the extremely narrow crack in the stone.

Blood seeped from the edge of the fingernail, but was quickly washed away by the rain.

Three meters up, he grabbed a horizontal crack.

After a brief moment of leverage, he changed direction and slashed diagonally toward the suspended rear of the school bus.

It moves horizontally above an abyss tens of meters high.

Above the cliff, a sharp rock, loosened by the rain, has fallen off.

With the force of gravity, it slammed into Chen Lang's back.

boom.

A muffled thud.

Right in the middle of the large bruise left from when he crashed into the bridge pier last night.

The excruciating pain of new wounds overlapping with old ones struck.

Chen Lang let out a short, muffled groan in the strong wind.

The fingers of my left hand, which were gripping the crevice in the rock, suddenly lost their grip.

The person lost their balance.

His body slid straight down into the abyss below the cliff.

A harsh, screeching sound rang out.

The steel cables on the tactical belt suddenly tightened in the strong wind.

Inside the cab of the heavy truck, the tension curve of the steel cable on the control panel dropped below the red line.

Shen Qingci did not look up to confirm the figure falling outside the window.

The moment the red line was breached, she yanked the hydraulic lever all the way down.

Emergency lockdown.

With her left hand, she rapidly adjusted the slowdown ratio on the screen.

By utilizing the damping system built into the winch, the terrifying impact of Chen Lang's fall is gradually absorbed into the elastic deformation of the tension curve.

With a creak.

The steel cable suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Chen Lang was suspended tens of meters in mid-air.

Beneath our feet lies a deep abyss churning with mud.

The strong wind made his windbreaker flutter loudly.

He looked down at the soles of his feet.

Then he raised his head.

Despite the raging wind and rain, he grinned wildly towards the direction of the heavy truck's cab, letting out an extremely arrogant laugh.

The system automatically switched to a dual-screen view in the live broadcast room.

On the left is Chen Lang, hanging above the abyss, his face covered in mud but grinning.

On the right is Shen Qingci, sitting in the cockpit with a cold expression and gripping the control lever tightly.

The screen was instantly flooded with comments.

[Ahhhh, who can handle this? The reaction time is like a countdown to life or death!]

These two are so in sync! They're practically in perfect sync even across a car.

[This young lady's hand didn't shake at all, and she didn't even blink. Her composure is amazing.]

[It was worth it for Lang Ge to entrust his life to a girl like this.]

Inside the heavy truck, Shen Qingci's eyes remained fixed on the control panel.

Her eyes were slightly red.

She looked at the carefree man laughing on the screen and pressed her tense chin down.

On the cliff, Chen Lang stepped onto the protrusion on the cliff face again.

Using both hands and feet, they continued to cut across the wind and rain.

Two meters.

one meter.

The deformed metal frame of the school bus's rear window came into view.

He gripped the top edge of the window frame, which was full of sharp nicks, with his left hand.

He braced his right hand against the car wall.

Using his waist strength, he flipped himself into the school bus, which was tilted at a 12-degree angle.

My feet were stepping on a pile of schoolbags and broken pencil cases scattered on the ground.

Seven or eight children in thin school uniforms were crammed into a severely deformed corner in the front row.

The cries varied in volume.

The terrifying sound of rain pouring in from outside created chaos inside the carriage.

Chen Lang did not yell or shout.

He squatted down on the muddy floor.

He lowered himself to eye level with the terrified children.

"Hey, stop crying, everyone."

He suppressed his arrogance and lowered his voice.

"Look at me, I got soaked to the bone from the rain just to come find you. If you keep crying, I'm going to catch a cold."

The crying in the carriage stopped for a moment.

A little girl with pigtails and her face covered in tears and mud looked up.

Her eyes were red from crying as she looked at the man in front of her, covered in mud and smiling.

"Where...where did you come from?" the little girl asked, sobbing.

Chen Lang raised an eyebrow.

He pointed to the hole in the roof of the car above him.

"It fell from the sky, specially to pick you up after school."

After saying that, he stood up and strode towards the driver's seat.

The driver was trapped under the deformed steering wheel, his head covered in blood.

Chen Lang knelt down and reached for the driver's carotid artery with one hand.

Two seconds later, he felt a faint pulse.

Chen Lang straightened up and looked back at the group of children who were staring at him expectantly.

"Everyone is alright, and you're all safe too."

His gaze swept across the carriage, quickly counting the number of people.

Several student cell phones, their screens lit up, were scattered in the corner of the seats.

The red recording dot is bouncing in the upper left corner.

Outside the carriage, the main camera of the suspended sphere, braving the strong winds, was fixed on the teetering school bus.

The scene of Chen Lang getting into the car and squatting down to comfort the child was broadcast live.

The number of online users has exceeded 400,000.

I was crying my eyes out when I saw him slip and fall, but now when I heard that "Uncle is going to catch a cold," I immediately stopped crying and started laughing.

[The muddy figure tumbled into the train carriage in the rain, and the first thing he said was to comfort a child. What kind of top-notch stress resistance does Brother Lang possess?]

[Brother Lang's mouth and his life are never on the same wavelength; one second he's brushing shoulders with death, the next he's the friendly older brother next door.]

[This mental fortitude... today I've truly witnessed what a real savior looks like.]

Inside the cab of a heavy truck.

Shen Qingci's eyes were fixed on the control panel.

Wind speed deviation, cable tension, and foundation bearing pressure curve.

Three sets of complex data were jumping wildly on the screen.

Her brain was working at lightning speed.

The maximum elastic deformation of the steel cable caused by the wind force was quickly calculated.

Both hands held the control lever firmly without the slightest tremor.

The mechanical sound of the Titan echoed inside the vehicle.

"The school bus driver's vital signs were found to be stable, and the school bus tilt angle was maintained at the 12-degree warning line."

"The rate of foundation bearing capacity attenuation has slowed down."

"The winch cable has sufficient slack. The gentleman has completed his climbing route and is now entering the carriage."

"Danger cleared."

Shen Qingci's tense back relaxed slightly.

She loosened the lever half a notch.

Allow for a buffer margin when taut steel cables.

To prevent the vehicle from shaking and breaking the rope.

The live stream then switched back to the school bus carriage.

Chen Lang squatted down in front of the little girl with pigtails.

He casually removed a tactical metal buckle from his neck and handed it to her.

"Here, this thing is way more fun than rubber bands."

He stood up and strode through the carriage, which was tilted at a 12-degree angle and filled with mud and broken glass.

He checked each of the children one by one and confirmed that there were no serious fractures.

He casually pulled out a chubby boy who was stuck in the deformed seat.

I thought he'd gone through all that trouble to get in, and would surely utter some grand pronouncements, but all he got was a metal fastener.

One second he's hanging precariously on a cliff, the next he's crouching down and gently comforting a child. This man is incredible.

He's truly fearless, a real man, and deserves to become an internet sensation.

Inside the cockpit.

Shen Qingci's gaze passed over the cold data and landed on the heart rate curve in the lower right corner of the panel.

This is the vital sign monitoring that Chen Lang turned on for her before he left.

He casually remarked that if he were buried in the mud outside, she could use this thing to confirm whether he was dead or alive.

At this moment, the curve representing Chen Lang's vitality is jumping nearly 120 times per minute.

The rhythm is stable, without any disordered fluctuations.

She stared at the line.

His hands gripped the control levers, his knuckles turning slightly white.

Outside the window, the main peak of the mudslide had already passed.

Secondary mud continued to wash over the underside of the vehicle.

Titan's voice rang out again.

"Sir, I suggest starting the personnel transfer immediately."

"The remaining window of absolute stability for the current foundation is twelve minutes."

Chen Lang's deep voice traveled back into the carriage through bone conduction.

"Received. I'll transfer the smallest one first."

He paused.

"Switch the winch to personnel transfer mode. Shen, adjust the tension to the lowest setting and maintain a constant speed."

Shen Qingci's fingers flew across the screen.

Switch the interface to transit mode one second in advance.

"receive."

Her voice was clear, cool, and steady.

Ahead of the school bus, a fierce wind was raging.

Several children grabbed the military rope that Chen Lang handed them.

Under his cover, they climbed onto the roof of the heavy-duty armored truck despite the torrential rain.

Slide into the buffer chamber along the guide rope.

The suspended sphere braved the fierce winds and broadcast the extreme transfer live across the entire internet.

The number of online users surged to 450,000.

This is truly a god descending to earth, no arguments allowed. I, Lang Ge, kowtow to you with a resounding thud.

[The girl in the passenger seat who controlled the winch was so cool! She remained calm under pressure; I'm blown away by her composure.]

This teamwork brought tears to my eyes; a perfect combination of intelligence and strength.

Shen Qingci didn't read the comments.

Her gaze was fixed on the tension curve of the steel cable.

And Chen Lang's steadily beating heart rate in the lower right corner of the curve.

The sky was overcast.

The torrential rain has not stopped.

The Titan's countdown timer is flashing on the screen.

00:12:03.

Twelve minutes.

For Chen Lang and Shen Qingci.

That's enough to turn this damn God's fate around again.