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

The dark gold panel in front of my retina was flashing wildly.

The system's epic settlement notification sounded one after another.

Without even lifting his eyelids, Chen Lang subtly swept the data stream that would drive the entire internet crazy into the temporary storage area.

There are even more troublesome things to deal with right now.

Outside the cordon, the Blue Sky Rescue Team spontaneously formed two lines.

Muddy water flowed down the training uniform.

The way these men, who were used to seeing death, looked at Chen Lang was with the fanaticism of someone looking at a true god.

Even more frantic were the media who swarmed in.

Dozens of cameras pushed forward regardless of the danger.

The microphone was almost shoved into Chen Lang's nose.

A male reporter wearing a badge identifying himself as a prominent media figure shouted at the top of his lungs, "Mr. Chen! Netizens are questioning whether you're using the natural disaster to stage a publicity stunt!"

"And what exactly is your relationship with that mysterious girl in the car who doesn't even dare to show her face? Is it worth risking dozens of lives for?!"

The flashes of light created a blindingly bright daylight.

All the cameras were fixed on Chen Lang, waiting to see how this ordinary hero would respond to such a probing question.

Chen Lang had one hand in the pocket of his mud-covered windbreaker.

He slowly and deliberately moved the lollipop stick he was biting from the left to the right.

He raised his right hand, whose tiger's mouth was still bleeding.

He pinched the reporter's microphone between two fingers.

His eyes suddenly turned cold.

The reporter was so stared at by him that he took two steps back.

"A show?" Chen Lang smirked, his smile casual yet incredibly menacing.

"If you ever dare to risk your life to put on a show like this on the edge of a cliff, I'll not only send you rockets, but I'll also call you 'Dad'."

Before the reporter could retort with a flushed face, Chen Lang's gaze swept across the entire room.

His tone then shifted, reverting to his usual carefree and roguish manner.

"As for being a special forces soldier, I really don't deserve that title. I'm just an ordinary high school graduate who likes to mess around with extreme outdoor activities in my spare time."

"The fact that this matter was accomplished today is not solely due to my efforts, Chen Lang."

He turned to the side and pointed to the exhausted rescue workers behind him.

"If it weren't for the traffic police officers risking their lives to clear the way, and the Blue Sky Rescue Team members holding up the rear, my car wouldn't have been able to fly in even if it had wings."

"Everyone should praise and give more screen time to these real heroes who are risking their lives on the front lines, instead of focusing on me, a mud-covered monkey."

Upon hearing this, the traffic police captain, who was not far away, felt a lump in his throat and instinctively straightened his back even more.

The men from the Blue Sky Rescue Team were so moved that they rubbed their hands together.

The reporters, who had been packed tightly together, looked at each other in bewilderment.

Several veteran state media reporters silently put down their telephoto lenses, their eyes filled with a hint of respect.

Chen Lang raised his eyes and eyebrows in his signature roguish smile.

"As for the person in the car," he said, his voice dropping an octave.

"The purpose of this trip was simply to help her relax. The young lady is shy and has never seen such a big event before."

"Dear media professionals, you are all cultured people. Could you please do me the favor and protect her privacy today?"

He clasped his hands together and waved them at the camera.

"After all, I'm still working hard to get a permanent position."

"If you guys scare me away with all your cameras and microphones, I'll have to ask the TV station for reimbursement for the rest of my life."

A burst of good-natured laughter erupted from the crowd.

The tense atmosphere that had just been on the verge of conflict was completely dispelled by his few witty remarks.

Several young female reporters couldn't help but blush and clap their hands, cooperatively shifting their cameras away from the bulletproof glass of the heavy truck.

The entire room fell silent, automatically making way for him.

Chen Lang ignored the group of people, walked past the reporters, and strode towards the heavy truck.

Behind him, a floating live-streaming sphere transmitted his speech back to the internet word for word.

The last batch of comments exploded, densely covering the entire screen.

Holy crap! That emotional intelligence! That comment! It really maximized the emotional value, guys! I'm totally watching the live stream on my knees!

[Class representative analyzes the significance: First, a scathing critique of unscrupulous media establishes authority; then, elevating the official stance demonstrates sophistication; finally, the phrase "please make it official" fiercely protects the female lead's privacy! This is practically a scripted masterpiece!]

[This is what they call: questioning Brother Lang, understanding Brother Lang, becoming Brother Lang! Wait, am I supposed to put my head against a 52-ton truck?!]

[This man is willing to negotiate with the entire world's media to protect me! A top-tier pure love warrior, Shen Qingci, hurry up and marry him!]

Sunlight pierced through the dark clouds and shone directly down onto Chen Lang's mud-covered, tattered down jacket.

Behind them were traffic police standing in salute, and the admiring gazes of the rescued children.

Chen Lang didn't look back once, opened the car door and jumped into the cockpit.

The road was hastily repaired to create a barely passable one-way street.

Chen Lang stepped on the gas.

The 52-ton black behemoth let out a deep roar as it crushed through the gravel and mud.

Ten minutes later, the heavy truck completely drove out of the mudslide disaster area and merged into the smooth highway.

"Titan, L5 cruise control takeover, target Dali, Yunnan."

"Received, sir. Fully automated driving has taken over; traffic is clear."

The steering wheel retracts silently, and the driver's seat automatically adjusts to a comfortable recline.

Chen Lang leaned back in his chair and snapped his fingers.

The levitating live-streaming ball flew back into the cabin through the skylight.

Watching the barrage of comments and super-popular effects flooding the virtual screen, he lazily waved at the camera.

"Alright, family, this extreme escape scenario game sponsored by nature is now over."

"The streamer's underwear is covered in mud now. If he doesn't shower soon, he could grow enoki mushrooms in his car."

He raised an eyebrow, a hint of arrogance flashing in his eyes.

"Today's donations will be entirely donated to road repairs in the disaster area, as a way to accumulate some good karma for everyone. As for what happens next..."

Chen Lang glanced at the metal door leading to the living quarters with an extremely natural look.

"Next up is the time for the streamer to humbly beg for a permanent position. This involves core business secrets and will not be disclosed."

"Everyone, go wash up and go to bed. See you in Dali."

Before the screen was filled with question marks, he decisively cut off the live stream.

The carriage fell completely silent.

Chen Lang withdrew his gaze and his consciousness sank into the system space.

[Congratulations, host! The epic rescue mission has been completed!]

[Current total reputation points: 685,400!]

[Breaking the 50 reputation threshold, high-dimensional core rewards are being distributed—]

[Special and Extraordinary Skill: "Lord of the Secret Realm - Divine Traveler"]

—Permanently bound! The host will gain access to a top-tier global knowledge base of human geography and unparalleled route planning intuition. Whether in the wilderness or the city, the best viewpoints and absolutely safe zones will be automatically unlocked.

Bonus passive aura "God-level Emotional Domain": The host naturally possesses top-tier healing attributes. Within a ten-meter radius of the host, those traveling with the host can experience deep subconscious emotional healing and soul-soothing effects.

Chen Lang glanced at the skill description.

His gaze lingered on the last line—deep emotional healing.

Chen Lang's lips twitched slightly.

This lousy system actually did something useful.

This skill is a special medicine tailor-made for that elementary school genius.

This trip to Dali must be arranged perfectly for her.