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

The locomotive, with its deep, pulsating roar, stopped at the entrance of the West Sea Ecological Corridor boardwalk.

The sound waves, several meters away, directly shook the chests of passersby.

A few tourists who were queuing to take photos at the entrance of the boardwalk were the first to turn their heads away.

A middle-aged photographer carrying a telephoto lens pressed the shutter twice in quick succession, not even having time to adjust the focus, and blurted out a vulgar curse:

"What kind of car is that? Is it a prop from a sci-fi movie?"

Two girls in ethnic-style long dresses were taking photos next to each other, holding hands. They were originally holding a selfie stick and pouting at Erhai Lake, but now the stick was tilted.

The two men stared intently at the silver-black heavy motorcycle.

"Sister, look at that car..."

"I see him! I see him! Wait, that person on the bus—"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Chen Lang took off his helmet with one hand and casually hung it on the handlebars.

Long legs casually stepped off the vehicle, the tactical boots making a low, oppressive sound as they stepped on the gravel.

The wisps of hair on her forehead were slightly ruffled by the sea breeze, and the black titanium steel earring in her left ear reflected a cold, hard edge in the morning light.

He casually shook the hem of his windbreaker, a relaxed movement that exuded a wildness that kept strangers at bay.

The two girls were staring at them, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

"OMG...is that a real face? That aura is incredible!"

"Those legs are so long! The proportions are just too perfect! Did you get a picture? Did you get a picture? Quick, take one!"

"Did you get a picture? Did you get a picture? Quick, take one!"

A young man wearing a baseball cap and designer clothes, who had been taking pictures of the sports car with his phone, nudged his companion's shoulder, his voice low but unable to hide the underlying sourness and shock:

"Alright, stop looking. That's hydrogen pulse exhaust! There might not be many concept cars like that in labs all over the world!"

"Looking at someone with this kind of setup is pointless; they're not even in our league."

Chen Lang patted the exterior of the back seat.

"We've arrived, get off the bus."

Shen Qingci then loosened her grip on his waist. The feeling of weightlessness from the 0-100 km/h acceleration hadn't completely subsided, and she stiffly unbuckled her helmet.

Her waist-length hair cascaded down in an instant, the jet-black strands billowing in the sea breeze.

The morning sunlight shone on her pale profile.

The entrance to the plank road fell silent instantly.

The middle-aged man forgot to press the shutter this time, and the lens was frozen in mid-air in the direction of Shen Qingci: "This light and shadow...this bone structure...Good heavens, this girl looks like a magazine cover just by standing there."

The two girls, dressed in ethnic styles, have completely stopped taking photos of Erhai Lake.

The selfie stick dangled directly to the ground.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no, what kind of god-like appearance is this...!"

"She's bare-faced, sis! Look at her, she's not wearing anything! That skin, that contouring, I couldn't get even with 30,000 yuan worth of cosmetic procedures!"

"The key is that when these two stand together... don't you think they look like a movie poster? The man is arrogant and wild, and the woman is so aloof she practically glows. They're like goddesses descended to earth to stun the streets!"

The young man in the baseball cap couldn't even muster the sourness this time.

"This world is so unfair to ordinary people."

Shen Qingci didn't hunch her shoulders as usual. She squinted slightly against the wind, and her usually tense lips curved into a very shallow smile.

The suspended sphere glided silently in mid-air, turned its angle, and locked onto the scene from a side-down angle.

Between Cangshan Mountain and Erhai Lake, a young girl stands on a wooden boardwalk, the hem of her white knitted sweater ruffled by the wind.

The video was pushed to the live stream room, and the number of online viewers quickly exceeded 160,000, with the barrage of comments scrolling wildly.

[Holy crap! A long-time fan checked in. Is this the girl who was about to jump into the river from the Jiangcheng Bridge that night?!]

[This is like a completely different person! What magic did Brother Lang cast?!]

[This bare face is absolutely stunning! Her bone structure and skin are naturally blessed!]

[I need her contact information! I need all of this woman's information within one minute!]

[Stop yelling, I've been following them for a week, and they haven't even applied any sunscreen.]

The passersby at the scene must have been stunned! The camera just panned to a few girls nearby, and they were all gaping in disbelief!

Honestly, if I saw those two riding that bike and stopping in front of me, I'd kneel down and call them "daddy" on the spot.

Chen Lang glanced at the semi-transparent barrage projected by the floating sphere.

Several comments on the screen had a distinctly lewd tone.

"Looking for private contact, sis." "Want to do some suggestive live streaming?" "Can I add you on WeChat, baby?"

Chen Lang didn't even bother to take out his phone.

He uttered a sentence to the floating sphere.

"Titan, deal with those gossipy accounts and permanently blacklist them."

A cold blue light flashed across the outer shell of the suspended sphere.

Those IDs vanished instantly from the barrage of comments, and their accounts were immediately kicked offline.

Chen Lang leaned against the wooden railing of the boardwalk, looking at the camera.

"It's fine to enjoy the scenery, but watch your mouth."

"I don't have a hobby of sending people onto screens for you to pick and choose from, understand?"

The comments subsided for a few seconds.

Immediately afterwards, the screen was filled with comments from longtime fans.

[Brother Lang's protectiveness towards his wife is off the charts! His domineering CEO remarks are perfect!]

[Learn from Zhao Daqiang what happens if you anger this guy; newcomers, watch your mouths.]

Shen Qingci stood three steps away, her ear tips slightly red.

She turned around and leaned against the wooden railing, pretending to look at the lake in the distance.

Chen Lang looked away, took out a strawberry-flavored lollipop from his pocket, tore it open, and bit into it.

"Now that the number of online viewers has exceeded 100,000, let me give a formal self-introduction." He drew a circle in the air with the finger holding the candy stick and pointed to Erhai Lake at his feet and behind him.

"Chen Lang, eighteen years old, an ordinary travel blogger. Starting today, I'll show you what the real world is like."

The live stream chat paused for a moment, then filled with question marks.

【? ? ? 】

[Ordinary? Travel blogger? ??? Brother Lang, be honest, do you even resemble those four words?]

[Jumping 60 meters across a river bridge barehanded to save a life, and you call yourself a travel blogger?]

[A travel blogger who can drift a 52-ton truck through a mudslide?]

[A motorcycle that accelerates from 0 to 100 km/h in 1.9 seconds, a multi-million dollar heavy truck, a military-grade hovercraft—you call this ordinary?]

[This is hilarious! It's like someone standing in front of you carrying a Dongfeng missile, then shyly saying, "I'm just an ordinary fireworks enthusiast."]

[The Blue Sky Rescue Team said your actions were textbook-level! And you're still pretending!]

Chen Lang, with a lollipop in his mouth, showed no sign of guilt at being exposed.

"What's wrong?"

"It's not like travel bloggers can't have some hobbies, right? Occasionally doing parkour to save someone is perfectly normal."

The comments section went even crazier.

What kind of hobby is this?! Is your hobby competing with Death for sales targets?!

Okay, okay, whatever you say.

Then go travel! Give me a proper description of the scenery!

Shen Qingci glanced at him sideways, a smile playing in her cool eyes.

Chen Lang moved the lollipop from the left corner of his mouth to the right: "What's the rush? I said I'd take you to see the world, so let's go."

His gaze swept towards the entrance of the plank road.

It was just past nine in the morning, and the most popular photo spots along the West Sea Corridor were already packed with people.

The place was so crowded that it was difficult to even take a clean, empty shot of the lake.

In Chen Lang's mind, the system panel flashed silently.

An extremely detailed holographic map unfolded in his mind. The passive skill of the God-level Traveler was automatically activated.

The entire 12.8-kilometer-long corridor along the coast is laid out before your eyes.

Every fork in the walkway, every hidden viewing platform, and even the real-time heat map of people's flow are clearly marked in the form of dark gold data streams.

The system notification tone was silent.

[The detection indicates that within a 3-kilometer radius in front of the host, the tourist density has reached 2.7 people per square meter, constituting severe overcrowding.]

[The best viewing platform has been unlocked for the host: "Peach Blossom Ferry," located 400 meters south of the No. 7 pier in the corridor, at the end of a hidden fork in the path.]

[This location has no official signage; it's a secret feeding spot for seagulls by local fishermen. The average daily visitor count is no more than five people. The view and lighting conditions are both rated S.]

Shen Qingci paused slightly.

She turned her head to look at the throngs of people heading towards the main walkway, then glanced at the wild path Chen Lang was walking towards, and frowned: "There's no path over there."

Chen Lang didn't even turn his head, cracking the candy stick between his teeth: "Follow me. When have you ever fallen into a trap?"

Shen Qingci paused for a second, then followed.

The gravel path was flanked by dense oleanders and reeds, completely obscuring the view.

The road narrowed as they walked, barely wide enough for one person to pass at a time.

The pebbles underfoot gradually turned into fine white pebbles washed by the lake water over the years.

The comments section was buzzing with excitement.

[Brother Lang, which way are you going? This is a dead end!]

Is the true value of travel bloggers about to be revealed? We're waiting to see if they're proven wrong or become legendary!

After walking for about three minutes, the reeds came to an end.

Shen Qingci stopped walking.

A very short log boardwalk extends from the pebble beach into the lake, with a bridge surface only four or five meters long.

At the end is a natural, bluish-gray boulder, smoothed and rounded by the lake water.

There was no human intervention on the giant rock except for a clump of unidentified white wildflowers that peeked out from the cracks in the rock and swayed gently in the sea breeze.

Sunlight shone on the wide lake surface on the left, making it sparkle.

On the right is the most complete panoramic outline of the nineteen peaks of Cangshan Mountain, with snow stretching across the horizon.

The most amazing thing is that there wasn't a single tourist in sight, not even a selfie stick.

The entire body of water was so quiet that only the sound of the lake water lapping against the pebbles could be heard.

Shen Qingci stood at the end of the path, the wind blowing into her cardigan and making her long black hair flutter backward.

She stared at the deserted body of water, remaining motionless for a long time.

After three seconds of collective silence, the live chat exploded.

Holy crap...

[What a paradise! I searched the map for ten minutes and couldn't find this location at all!]

[Wow, he's an amazing travel blogger! How did he find a place like this?!]

[Last year I spent three hours squeezing into the corridor, and all I got were photos of the backs of people's heads! Lang Ge, what gives you the right?!]

[This is an amazing view! A panoramic shot of Cangshan Mountain and Erhai Lake! Not a single person in the way! Even professional photographers might not be able to find a spot like this!]

[The true value of a travel blogger lies here! It's not about finding beautiful scenery everywhere you go, but about showing you landscapes that others will never know about!]

Chen Lang leaned against the rock, looking at Shen Qingci beside him.

"So, does this scenery suit your escape?"

Shen Qingci turned her head, sunlight shining on her face.

She did not speak.

She simply strode over the smooth pebbles and walked straight to Chen Lang's side.

She imitated him, leaning against the bluish-gray boulder.

"As long as it's the path you led."

She looked at the snow line of the distant Cangshan Mountains, her voice soft yet exceptionally clear.

"Anywhere is fine."