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

Shen Qingci was slightly taken aback, and her fingers tightened around the glass.

Chen Lang rested one hand behind his head, his long legs crossed.

The voice, carried by the sea breeze, carried a languid quality: "Wind, flowers, snow, and moon—just four words. Corresponding to four real coordinates in Dali."

He didn't even get up. He casually raised his other hand, and his slender index finger casually drew a line in the distance.

"Xiaguan wind. The city is sandwiched between two mountains, creating a giant natural through-draft. The wind blowing on your face right now is coming from Xiaguan."

Shen Qingci raised her hand and tucked the stray hairs that had been blown out of place behind her ear.

My fingertips feel cold.

Chen Lang's finger lazily veered slightly northward in mid-air.

"Shangguan Flower. In ancient times, there was a giant camellia tree there that bloomed so brightly it looked like it was going to set the sky ablaze. Now, the camellias all over the mountain bloom in February, and they are just as intense."

He smirked slightly, his finger slowly pointing behind the two of them.

"Snow on Cangshan Mountain. Nineteen peaks, over four thousand meters above sea level. The layer of snow on top won't melt even under the scorching summer sun. Look over there—"

Shen Qingci looked in the direction his fingertip pointed.

As dusk fell, the snow-capped peak of the Cangshan Mountains was dyed a brilliant pale gold by the setting sun.

Aloof and clean.

"The last one."

Chen Lang lowered his finger and pointed it towards the front.

The orange-red surface of Erhai Lake shimmered with golden light in the evening breeze. Vast and serene.

"Erhai Moon. On the fifteenth of the lunar month, the moonlight shines straight into the water. The moon in the water is brighter than the one in the sky."

He turned his head. His deep gaze met Shen Qingci's cool eyes.

"So, the line of words you saw in your textbook back then was never an adjective created by some literary figure."

"The ancients measured these four places on foot and turned their lives into poetry."

The wind stopped for a moment.

Shen Qingci stared at him blankly.

She gripped the glass tightly, and the icy water droplets condensing on the glass slid through her fingers, hitting the black walnut wood floor and evaporating instantly.

She opened her mouth, her voice trembling.

"How do you... know everything?"

Chen Lang raised an eyebrow, looking like a scoundrel who took it all for granted.

"Common travel tips for Dali can be easily found with a simple online search."

"So you can still get 250 points?"

When those words came out, Shen Qingci was stunned.

She has always been cautious in her words and actions. But the shock Chen Lang has given her these past few days has completely shattered her understanding.

Chen Lang tilted his head to look at her, crunching the lollipop between his teeth.

"Um?"

Shen Qingci lowered her eyes. Her pale fingertips traced the rim of the cup.

When she looked up again, she was staring intently at Chen Lang.

"The day before yesterday, on the bridge, I was in freefall for sixty meters. You can calculate the precise parabola and point of impact in your mind in less than two seconds."

"In a mudslide, you look at the physical force model of the winch and it transfers a whole vehicle of people in twelve minutes without any mistakes."

"Just now, you casually mentioned the altitude of Cangshan Mountain and the principle of the wind tunnel effect..."

She said, enunciating each word clearly: "These things are definitely not something that can be discovered through on-the-spot reaction speed."

Chen Lang remained silent for two seconds.

He smiled.

With a touch of shamelessness after being exposed, and an air of nonchalant arrogance.

"Student Shen, it's a waste of your talent not to be a criminal investigator in the provincial department."

"But I really only scored 250 points." He shrugged, his tone frank. "Knowing a little bit of miscellaneous subjects doesn't mean I'll take the exam according to their rules. You've seen the Education Bureau's red lettering before."

Shen Qingci stared at him for a long time.

She didn't ask any further questions.

Her lips twitched very slightly. It was the most vibrant expression on her face in the past few days.

At that moment, the chat messages floating next to it suddenly changed and exploded!

Wait a minute? This is terrifying! A casual analysis of duct effects and winch physics models? This was found on Baidu?!

[A long-time fan speaks out at the risk of their life: This guy has been acting strange since day one of his livestreams! Someone who mentally calculates landing points from 60 meters in the air, and you're telling me he's drawing stick figures to solve math problems???]

[Holy crap! I now seriously suspect this guy deliberately manipulated his score! Precisely controlling it to 250 points, with an average score of no more than 42 in each subject—that's harder than getting a perfect score!!]

[Case solved, folks! The fact that he could write such a deadly inverted sentence like "I am very happy to die" in his English essay proves his grammar is flawless! He was just playing the examiner for a fool!]

[This top-tier power struggle has kept me hooked for a whole year! The academic superstar and school beauty sees through the fake underachiever in an instant—isn't this plot more exciting than Boruto?!]

[I hereby declare: Chen Lang's "250-point academic failure" persona has officially collapsed today!]

Chen Lang glanced at the overwhelming questions on the screen.

He wasn't guilty at all.

He slowly pulled the plastic stick out of his mouth, flicked it with his finger, and it landed precisely in the smart trash can.

Then, he shook his finger at the camera with a half-smile.

"Gentlemen, rein in your Sherlock Holmes spirit."

"If I, Chen Lang, were truly a top student, I should be marching in formation on the playground of Peking University right now, instead of standing by Erhai Lake, serving as your free tour guide."

"Instead of wasting time analyzing my report card frame by frame, you should look up at the sky outside."

"Staring at the screen all day long, you've gone crazy, haven't you?"

The comments section paused strangely for a few seconds.

Then came a devastating reversal.

[…Damn. I got shot in the head by a student who failed the college entrance exam with a score of 250.]

[After thinking back carefully, I realized the last time I looked up at the sunset was in 19. Five years...]

[Sweating buckets, bro. This office worker has been working overtime for three months straight without a single day off, and is extremely emotionally unstable right now. Please, bro, stop yelling at me.]

The world is so big and beautiful, and I haven't stepped off my commute subway line in three years. Is living just about making a pittance?

[Bought tickets. Screw KPIs, I'm quitting tomorrow and going to Dali! Just go, or I'll die of overwork!]

[The comments section is collectively breaking down... Is this live stream a travel channel or a large-scale psychological trauma emergency center??]

The evening breeze swept across the balcony, carrying the chill of the snow line of the Cangshan Mountains.

Shen Qingci quietly curled up in the recliner.

As she watched the heartbreaking cries of strangers in the live chat, her vision gradually blurred.

Her eyes were red and swollen.

Chen Lang turned his head away.

His gaze shifted from the fiery sunset to meet Shen Qingci's tear-filled eyes.

"Why are you crying?"

He spoke casually, pointing arrogantly with his thumb to the thick bulletproof armor above his head.

"Even if the sky falls, my car will hold it up."

Tears splashed against the glass, shattering into countless pieces.

Shen Qingci bit her pale lower lip hard, her thin shoulders trembling violently.

She didn't make a sound. But tears streamed down her face like broken beads, falling wildly onto her windbreaker.

Romantic scenery and natural beauty in Dali.

These eight words transformed into the real cold wind beneath my feet, the distant snow-capped mountains, and the Erhai Lake before my eyes.

And then there's the man beside her, who shattered the cage that had imprisoned her for over a decade.

Curses, exam papers, the edge of the rooftop.

They found the most thorough outlet for their frustration within this steel fortress that even an RPG couldn't breach.

The chat room went completely wild.

[Waaaaah! The God of Pure Love has collapsed! How come I, a 1.8-meter-tall Northeastern man, suddenly have tears welling up in my eyes!]

"I'll hold the sky up even if it falls," this line from Brother Lang is absolutely devastating!

[My heart broke when the school beauty cried. Who cares if Chen Lang scores 250 or 750? A man like that, who can hold up the sky for you, is one of a kind in this world!]

Chen Lang looked at the girl who was suffocating.

He straightened up, took a long stride, and approached.

Before Shen Qingci could react, Chen Lang grabbed her thin shoulder and exerted force.

She was forcefully pulled into his arms.

His large hand gripped the back of her head without any hesitation.

Chen Lang pressed her tear-streaked face firmly into his broad, sturdy shoulders.

"Cry it out loud," Chen Lang said in a low voice. "Cry your fill here today."

"But remember this, just this once."

"After tonight, you're never allowed to shed another tear for me in your life. Understand?"

Smelling the man's cool, minty tobacco scent and feeling his unyielding body temperature.

Shen Qingci gripped Chen Lang's clothes tightly, her knuckles turning white.

"Wow--"

The obedient girl, who had suppressed her emotions for eighteen years, burst into tears in this man's arms.

Heartbreaking.

The dark gold system panel flashed wildly in front of Chen Lang's retina, then burst into red light:

[Ding! Detected that the target "Shen Qingci's" deep stress defense mechanism has completely collapsed and reorganized!]

[Emotional Index: Moved out of the high-risk threshold and into a state of extreme dependence!]

[Healing progress: 45% → 55%!]

[Congratulations, host! You have gained 10 reputation points!]

Chen Lang didn't even glance at the reward panel before casually closing it.

He lowered his head slightly, his chin resting on the girl's soft hair, letting his tears soak his shoulder.

I looked up and gazed once more at the sunset that had set half the sky ablaze with color.

His eyes were deep and arrogant.

On the live streaming sphere suspended in mid-air, the number of online viewers is fluctuating wildly at an alarming rate.

It has completely broken through the 400,000 mark!