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

[Ding! Command confirmed, live stream has been closed.]

The silver live broadcast ball vanished into the night in an instant.

The screens of 300,000 people simultaneously went black, with a gray message popping up in the center saying "The host has gone offline."

Strangely, not a single one of the 300,000 viewers left the live stream.

The barrage of comments on the black screen was even more frantic than when the show started, densely packed together like snowflakes.

【Don't go! You're heartless, aren't you?!】

[Is this the end of the broadcast already? Who's going to compensate me for not being able to sleep tonight?!]

[I've already screenshotted this hashtag #250-point failing student saves 720-point school beauty with amazing parkour skills# and uploaded it to Weibo to help it trend! Let's go, guys!]

The night wind was still biting cold by the sandpit.

Shen Qingci's voice came out muffledly from under his black coat.

"Your back..."

Chen Lang was slightly taken aback.

"The sound was so loud when I landed..." Her voice trembled. "Are you... injured?"

Chen Lang lowered his head, looking at the small section of his pale chin peeking out from under the shadow of his coat.

This girl almost fell from a height of sixty meters and was turned into mincemeat!

"you guess."

Chen Lang smirked and deliberately leaned back.

A dull pain immediately shot through his back, but he didn't even flinch.

"Full of energy and boundless vitality, he can jump three more times."

"Don't move!" Shen Qingci's voice suddenly rose a little, then she seemed to be startled by her own volume and quickly lowered it back down.

A pair of cool fingertips emerged from under his coat and gently touched his back, which was pressed against the sand.

The moment his fingertip touched a spot on his back, Chen Lang reflexively gasped.

Shen Qingci abruptly pulled her hand back.

"...You're lying."

Her voice trembled, carrying an accusatory tone as if she was about to cry.

"How could you be alright after jumping from such a height... You must be badly injured..."

Chen Lang grinned and lightly patted the back of her hand as she pulled it back.

"I'm not lying to you. It's just a superficial injury, a bruise. I'm strong-willed and exceptionally gifted; even Newton couldn't do anything about me."

He deliberately stretched his shoulders.

Although my back did hurt like I'd been hit hard with a baseball bat, my skeletal structure was intact and I didn't experience any pain from displaced internal organs.

The system's maximum stress tolerance isn't just for show. If a normal person were to slam their back into a sandpit, their spine would be completely destroyed on the spot.

"Are you sure you don't need to...go to the hospital?" Shen Qingci's voice was extremely soft.

"Why go to that hospital?" Chen Lang scoffed.

"Going to the emergency room in the middle of the night, waiting in line for two hours just to have a doctor touch my back and say 'go home and put on some plaster'? That's a huge rip-off."

Shen Qingci didn't say anything more, but the part of her wrist that was sticking out from under her coat was still trembling slightly.

In the distance, the sound of sirens drew closer, and the chaotic footsteps and the buzzing of walkie-talkies echoed across the gravel beach.

Several blinding beams of flashlight light finally cut through the night and locked onto them.

"Here! There's someone under the bridge pier! Found them!"

Several police officers, their foreheads covered in sweat, rushed over.

Chen Lang stood up straight and raised his hands above his shoulders.

"Officer, please don't shoot. I'm a model citizen."

The old policeman at the front looked at the large crater in the ground, then at the girl who was wrapped up tightly.

Finally, his gaze fell on Chen Lang's face, which was covered in mud but still incredibly handsome, and his eyes twitched wildly.

"Are you the young man who did parkour on the bridge and jumped off to save people?"

"Let me correct you." Chen Lang blinked seriously, "He's a student who failed the college entrance exam and only scored 250 points."

Veteran policeman: "..."

He looked Chen Lang up and down, his gaze settling on the T-shirt on the boy's back, which was completely soaked with sand.

The older policeman's tone turned serious: "I've already called 120, and the ambulance is on its way. You both need to go to the hospital for a full check-up first."

"Need not."

Chen Lang waved his hand and jumped up and down twice, just like a physical education student who had just finished warming up.

"Look, all four limbs are intact, he's conscious, and he can still crack jokes with you, which means his brain isn't damaged either."

The older policeman, still worried, reached out and pressed down on the back of his shoulder.

Chen Lang's eyebrows twitched, but he stubbornly remained silent.

"You call this nothing?" the old policeman frowned. "It's all swollen up."

"It's alright, officer."

Chen Lang lifted the back of his T-shirt, revealing the skin on his lower back.

Indeed, a large, alarming bruise was spreading under the skin, showing dark purple marks.

But he arched his back forcefully and twisted his spine.

The movements were fluid, showing no signs of restriction.

"It's just a superficial injury; the bone is hard. Just put on some plasters and get some sleep, and you'll be fine."

A young police officer nearby came over and took a look, his eyes widening in surprise.

"Holy crap... wait, this guy came down from a height of sixty meters... and this is all the damage he got?"

"Exceptionally gifted." Chen Lang put down the clothes without changing his expression.

Just like some people are born to be good at studying, I'm born to be resilient.

The old policeman stared at him for several seconds.

Only after confirming that the boy was indeed able to move freely and showed no signs of internal injury did he reluctantly nod.

"Okay. But what about your female classmate's condition..."

"She has no external injuries." Chen Lang's tone became calm. "No physical injuries."

The veteran policeman, a seasoned veteran, understood the implied meaning in those words and remained silent for a moment.

"Alright, come with us to the station. We'll take your statement."

"Alright, I was just wondering where to eat tonight."

Chen Lang lowered his hand, turned around and squatted down in front of Shen Qingci, his broad back facing away from her.

Shen Qingci peeked out from under his coat, her swollen eyes fixed on the dark stain on his back, soaked with sand and sweat.

"Get on. You're barefoot, and this place is full of shards of glass and stones that I've stepped on."

"On your back..."

"The bruises aren't on the surface of my back."

Chen Lang didn't even turn his head, his tone casual.

"How much do you weigh? Eighty pounds? You look like you're carrying a backpack. Hurry up, your legs will go numb if you squat for too long."

He remained silent for a few seconds beneath the black coat.

Then, a pair of cold and slightly trembling hands tentatively, yet with unwavering determination, climbed onto Chen Lang's shoulders.

The pressure was very light, so light it was as if they were afraid of crushing something.

Chen Lang supported her knees with both hands and steadily carried her on his back, following the police officer step by step towards the police car.

Shen Qingci leaned against his back, burying her face deep into the hood of his coat near his neck.

She didn't put her hands around his neck.

Instead, he casually draped his hand over the outermost part of his shoulder, deliberately avoiding the bruise in the center of his back.

Chen Lang could clearly feel her warm breath hitting the back of his ear.

It was accompanied by very soft sobs.

And her fingers kept moving outward—as if afraid of pressing even an inch of his injured area.

Chen Lang's lips twitched silently.

"Don't worry," he said lazily, his steps steady.

"If the sky falls, the tall guys will hold it up. I'm 1.85 meters tall, so even if something falls, it'll kill me first."

"Also, I'll replace your phone with a new one. The kind that definitely won't have your mom's number saved in it."