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

Ring ring! Ring ring! Ring ring!

Once. Twice. Three times.

Three hundred thousand people in the live stream were staring at the constantly vibrating phone screen, and the comments were all filled with gritted teeth.

Is this some kind of loving mother or a death knell?! Her daughter just jumped off a 60-meter bridge, and she's still frantically controlling her remote?!

I'm sweating buckets just looking at it; the oppressive atmosphere is suffocating!

[A classic example of the suffocating parenting style in East Asia: "I gave you your life, so you have no right to die."]

Please! Don't answer! Just looking at it will shorten your lifespan!

Chen Lang lowered his head, his gaze falling on Shen Qingci in his arms.

This girl's condition is visibly deteriorating.

The little bit of life I had managed to muster by crying was completely drained away by a phone call.

His lips were pressed into a thin line, and his face was deathly pale.

The bell rang for the fourth time, sharp and piercing.

"Stay here," Chen Lang said in a low voice.

Chen Lang pulled Shen Qingci out of his arms and helped her to a sheltered rock by the sandpit.

Then, he straightened up, patted the sand off his work pants, and walked casually to the broken phone, bending down to pick it up.

The word "Mom" was still flashing on the screen.

The notification bar was cluttered with more than twenty unread messages.

Each one has an exclamation mark.

The content progresses from "Where are you?" to "Don't even think about entering this house tonight if you don't come back," with a speed comparable to the plagiarism rate of academic papers.

Chen Lang pressed the answer button.

hands-free.

The live broadcast ball automatically drifts closer, providing high-definition audio.

The moment the call connected, a shrill female voice blasted through the receiver:

"Shen Qingci, where the hell have you been! How many times have I called and you haven't answered?"

"You think you're all grown up now?! Get back here!"

"You're already partying before the acceptance letter even comes out? How can you say you've wasted all these years of my time—"

"Auntie," Chen Lang interrupted her.

The roar on the other end of the phone stopped abruptly.

A full two seconds passed before the woman's voice rose eight octaves: "Who are you?! How come you have Shen Qingci's phone?!"

Chen Lang smirked, his tone light and casual, yet each word was piercing:

"Who I am is not important. What is important is that your daughter jumped off the 60-meter-high bridge across the river just five minutes ago."

"What nonsense are you spouting?!"

Then, the woman's voice rose eight octaves: "She's doing this again?! She threatens me with suicide whenever she's unhappy!"

"I gave birth to her and raised her for twelve years, don't I know her well enough? What makes her so cowardly that she'd dare jump off a bridge?"

"Let her answer the phone! Don't think you can fool us by having a male classmate collude in this act."

Hearing this mind-blowing, outrageous statement, the live stream chat went completely crazy.

[Holy crap?! What kind of hellish statement is this?! My first reaction was that my daughter was acting?!]

My blood pressure spiked to 280! Does she even know she almost lost her daughter forever?

This isn't a mother at all; she's a monster with an insatiable desire for control!

Beside the rocks, Shen Qingci curled up into a tiny ball.

She covered her ears tightly with both hands, buried her head in her knees, and let out a suppressed sob.

Chen Lang dropped his nonchalant attitude; there was no need to waste words with this crazy woman.

"Auntie, if your menopausal symptoms are really severe, I suggest you go to the Third Municipal Hospital's Department of Psychiatry and make an appointment with a specialist. Don't just come here and start arguing with me."

Chen Lang scoffed: "Also, put away that stinky, long cyber leg wrapping of yours."

"She scored 720 points; that's because she's smart. What does that have to do with you, you bloodsucker who only knows how to manipulate people all day?"

"You—who do you think you are! How dare you talk to me like that?!"

The woman opposite was so angry that her breathing trembled.

"Shen Qingci is my daughter! Her life belongs to me! I've spent so much money raising her—"

"So what?" Chen Lang said coldly, each word deliberate and arrogant to the extreme.

"From now on, her life is in my hands. You disagree? Keep it to yourself."

"Tell her to get back here, you hear me! You think I won't call the police and have you arrested, you little scoundrel—"

"Report it," Chen Lang chuckled.

"But you'd better climb over the internet cable to catch me. If you can't, then kowtow a few times in front of a mirror and reflect on whether you deserve to be a human being."

The moment he finished speaking, Chen Lang abruptly clenched his right hand!

"Snap—!"

The sound of shattering exploded in the night wind.

The weathered phone, under the terrifying grip, instantly developed spiderweb-like cracks on its screen.

Immediately afterwards, the machine made a muffled thud, and the motherboard broke completely and was rendered unusable.

Broken glass and plastic fragments trickled down Chen Lang's fingers and landed on the beach.

After a brief pause in the live stream, the chat exploded with afterimages at an alarming speed.

[So good!!! So good it's giving me goosebumps!!!]

[Chen Lang, you're my real father! This is what you call a counterattack! Ignoring the villain's babbling, I physically severed all contact!]

[“Crawling over via the internet” Hahaha, Lang Ge’s mouth is really sharp, but I love it!]

[Even Lu Xun would get up in the middle of the night to give it a thumbs up! To deal with this kind of extreme character, you have to use magic to defeat magic!]

[He just said, "Her life is in my hands now," holy crap, that damn sense of security, my girlish heart is pounding!]

Chen Lang casually tossed away the remaining scrap metal in his hand and shook his hand.

A tiny cut appeared on my index finger from a shard of glass, from which a small bead of blood oozed.

He wiped his hands on his trousers and turned to walk towards Shen Qingci, who was standing by the rocks.

The girl slowly raised her head.

Her eyes were swollen like two walnuts, and her face was covered with a mixture of tears, sweat, and sand, making her look extremely disheveled.

She stared intently at Chen Lang, her chest heaving violently.

His chapped lips trembled for a long time before he managed to squeeze out a voice barely audible: "You...you crushed the phone?"

"Hmm." Chen Lang put his hands in his pockets and looked down at her.

"That was my...only cell phone."

"Know."

"It contains all my information... photos... and a lot of contacts..."

"Hmm." Chen Lang squatted down, his gaze level with hers.

"There's also a control freak's number inside that can suffocate you anytime, anywhere. Which one loses more?"

Shen Qingci opened his mouth.

My eyes welled up, and large tears streamed down my face again.

This time, she didn't suppress her emotions or tremble; she simply looked at the mud-covered boy in front of her and wept silently.

Chen Lang didn't wipe away her tears.

He deftly took off his oversized black work jacket and threw it over Shen Qingci, wrapping her up from head to toe like a tightly sealed black cocoon.

The jacket still retained the boy's burning body heat, and a faint scent of mint mixed with the chill of the river breeze.

Shen Qingci was shrouded in darkness by the clothes, and her voice came out muffled: "Why are you covering me?"

"Three hundred thousand eyes are watching." Chen Lang raised his chin and pointed to the silver live broadcast ball in mid-air.

"If you don't mind dominating the trending topics on the internet tomorrow morning with the hashtag 'Jiangcheng No. 3 Middle School's top student and school beauty who jumped off the bridge,' I'll take the clothes right now."

He stiffened for a moment beneath the black coat.

Immediately afterwards, two pale, slender hands emerged from the edge of her clothes, gripping the collar tightly and wrapping herself up even more.

Chen Lang looked at the frightened little ostrich, his lips twitching silently.

Just then, the once quiet night was torn apart by the piercing sound of police sirens.

Five or six police cars with flashing red and blue lights sped up from both ends of the bridge.

At the same time, the roar of motors could be heard from the river.

The searchlights of the two marine police search and rescue boats shone out stark white beams, forcefully cutting through the thick fog on the river surface and sweeping back and forth along the base of the bridge piers.

The moment the beam of light swept across the sandpit, Chen Lang took a step to the side with remarkable ease.

He used his broad back to completely shield Shen Qingci, who was wrapped in a coat.

"This is quite a spectacle." Chen Lang squinted slightly and muttered to himself, his eyes shining through the blinding searchlight.

"People who don't know the situation would think I just blew up a Swiss bank."

The chat room erupted in excitement once again.

[The water police and special police are all here! With this kind of force, Brother Lang is probably going to spend the night in jail!]

[Oh no, this is a serious incident! How are we going to classify this?]

[Screw it! 300,000 people are witnesses, this is an act of heroism! Anyone who dares to arrest my brother Lang, I'll be the first to break him out of jail via the internet!]

Chen Lang turned his head, raised a long, slender index finger towards the live broadcast ball in mid-air, and gently shook it.

"Hey guys, that's the end of tonight's extreme roaming."

He stood against the light at the intersection of blinding searchlights and flashing police lights.

The river breeze ruffled the stray hairs on his forehead, and the black titanium steel earring in his left ear reflected a cold and arrogant light.

Behind him was a terrifying human-shaped sandpit and the girl he sheltered in the shadows.

"The anchor is going to the police station for a cup of tea to experience being treated to a government-funded hospitality."

He raised an eyebrow at the camera, a signature, slightly roguish smile playing on his lips.

Before leaving, let's follow the rules of the martial arts world. Click the follow button in the upper right corner and search for "Chen Langlangbulang" on Douyin.

"Those who haven't followed yet, hurry up and do so, otherwise when I come out of the police station tomorrow night unharmed, you won't be able to find this incredibly handsome guy."

"See you tomorrow."