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

The police car drove into the courtyard of Binjiang Police Station and came to a steady stop.

Chen Lang got out of the car and casually pulled Shen Qingci along.

Behind the duty desk, several young police officers who had been yawning sat up straight the moment Chen Lang carried someone in.

Incredulous gazes were all focused on Chen Lang.

"It's him..."

"Holy crap, it really is him! That tough guy who jumped off the bridge across the river!"

"That parkour guy is amazing! I was just watching his videos! He's that guy from No. 3 Middle School who failed his college entrance exam!"

A suppressed gasp echoed through the hall.

The veteran police officer leading the team cleared his throat and banged on the table.

"Alright, alright! Tuck your chins in and get back to what you were doing!"

He turned to Chen Lang, his tone unconsciously becoming much more polite.

"You, put the little girl on that bench over there and come over here to register."

Chen Lang hummed in agreement.

He carried Shen Qingci to the row of cold iron benches in the corner and gently put her down.

Shen Qingci's face peeked out from under the hood, her eyes red and swollen, her hair messy and covered in sand.

She curled up, squeezing herself tightly into the gap between the corner of the chair and the wall.

Chen Lang didn't say much, but raised his hand and pulled the large black coat up a bit more, covering most of her face again.

"Make sure you're covered up properly; the lights here are too bright and glaring."

After saying that, he turned around and walked to the table the old policeman had indicated, pulled out a chair and sat down.

The chair legs scraped against the ground, making a harsh scraping sound.

Just as I sat down, the police station door was suddenly pushed open.

A cold wind blew in, carrying with it the sharp sound of high heels clicking on the marble floor.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Urgent, angry, with a sharp, reckless edge.

A woman in a champagne-colored suit rushed in.

The woman was in her early forties, her well-maintained face taut, and she clutched a platinum handbag tightly in her hand.

Behind her, a middle-aged man in a wrinkled Brazilian suit, sweating profusely, almost jogged in and tried to grab her arm.

"Ms. Zhao! Ms. Zhao, please calm down! This is a police station, you can't—"

"Get out of here!"

The woman forcefully shook off the hand of her homeroom teacher, Mr. Li.

Her gaze swept quickly across the hall, instantly locking onto a figure wrapped in a black coat in the corner of a bench.

She rushed over in her high heels.

"Shen Qingci! Get up!"

A shrill female voice exploded in the hall.

The dark shadow in the corner of the bench shuddered violently, and Shen Qingci desperately shoved herself into the crack in the wall.

Pale fingers gripped the edge of the oversized coat, knuckles turning white.

Chen Lang, who was sitting at the registration desk, turned half of his body around.

He leaned back in his chair, curled his index finger, and tapped the hard tabletop.

"Ma'am, this is a police station, not your local market."

Chen Lang tugged at one corner of his mouth, his voice lazy.

"Please reduce the high-frequency noise."

"Didn't you see it scared someone?"

Zhao Yulan's expression twisted instantly. She stopped rushing towards the bench and abruptly turned her head.

His bloodshot eyes stared straight at Chen Lang.

That voice! It's that arrogant little bastard on the phone!

Zhao Yulan's finger, which was pointing at Chen Lang, began to tremble violently.

"It's you!"

"You bastard! What did you do to my daughter?!"

Chen Lang didn't move, and even took the time to tilt his head to avoid the handbag that almost brushed against his face.

"Ma'am, your handbag is quite expensive, be careful when you use it."

Chen Lang spoke slowly, his tone irritating, "It's fine if you hit me, but if you damage the floor tiles, you can't afford to pay for it."

Zhao Yulan was thoroughly enraged by his nonchalant attitude.

"Shen Qingci! Get up right now!"

She walked past Chen Lang and reached out to grab the shadow wrapped in a black coat on the bench.

"What kind of creature are you, hiding inside! Come home with me! Now! Right now!"

The moment my fingers were about to touch the edge of the coat.

A hand suddenly appeared and intercepted.

Chen Lang stretched out his arm, spread his five fingers, and clamped Zhao Yulan's wrist with a firm grip.

It wasn't very powerful, but it was as steady as if it were welded to the spot.

"Let go!" Zhao Yulan screamed.

Chen Lang did not loosen his grip.

He simply turned slightly to the side, precisely positioning himself between Zhao Yulan and the bench.

The fabric of his black work jacket stretched across his broad shoulders and back, covering him completely.

The shadow huddled motionless in the gap between the chair corner and the wall.

Only two pale hands gripped tightly the hem of Chen Lang's coat hanging at his sides.

The fabric was torn into sharp wrinkles.

Through the work clothes fabric, she could feel the lines of Chen Lang's arm muscles, steady without the slightest tremor.

Twelve years.

From the time that woman stepped into our home as our mother when I was six years old, it has been a full twelve years.

For twelve years, every time that woman rushed at her, she could only shrink herself into an even smaller ball.

Waiting for those well-maintained hands to fall on her, or more accurately, on her "imperfect" report card.

This was the first time someone had used their body to shield her from those hands.

Like a wall.

A wall that will not move or collapse.

"Let go! Let me go!" Zhao Yulan struggled, "You kidnapped my daughter, and now you dare to lay a hand on me in the police station?!"

Behind the duty desk, several young police officers had already stood up.

The veteran police officer leading the team walked over with a frown.

"Madam, watch your words," the veteran police officer said calmly. "This is a police station. If you have something to say, say it. Don't make a scene."

Zhao Yulan immediately turned to him, "Officer! You must stand up for me!"

She pointed at Chen Lang, her finger trembling violently.

"It's this scoundrel! He instigated my daughter to jump off the bridge! My daughter is usually so obedient; she must have been bewitched by him!"

"He not only smashed my daughter's phone, but now he's holding me captive! This is kidnapping! This is illegal detention!"

Mr. Li, the homeroom teacher, also wiped his sweat and came over, echoing, "Yes, officer, Qingci is usually a very well-behaved child who never causes trouble... This is too abnormal today. He must have been provoked by outsiders."

The young police officers looked at each other in bewilderment.

They were just scrolling through short videos behind the desk.

The video of the miracle worker who jumped off the bridge to save people has been watched online by 300,000 people.

Now this woman is coming to report that someone instigated her to jump off the bridge?

Kidnapping?

The young police officers looked at Zhao Yulan with subtle expressions.

"Ma'am," the older police officer gestured, "case investigations require evidence. Do you have any evidence for what you're saying?"

"Evidence?" Zhao Yulan raised her voice.

"I'm her biological mother! Don't I know my daughter? If she hadn't been misled, would she be hanging out with this kind of scumbag?"

"I'm taking her home right now! My family matters are none of anyone else's business!"

"My discipline is my right!"

She reached out to touch Shen Qingci again.

Chen Lang didn't even lift his eyelids, but merely raised his chin to indicate the direction of the duty desk.

"Officer, could I borrow your big screen for a moment?"

The veteran police officer was stunned for a moment.

The next second, Chen Lang had already walked to the registration table, taken out his phone, and tapped the screen a few times with his fingertips.

connection.

The 60-inch LCD screen on the wall of the police station lobby lit up instantly.

The screen pops up.

The floating live-streaming ball recorded everything that happened tonight.

8K resolution, every detail is crystal clear.

In the video, Shen Qingci is standing on the maintenance walkway on the outside of the cross-river bridge.

Her white dress fluttered in the wind, and her long hair was disheveled.

That pale, exquisitely beautiful profile faced the camera, with the surging, dark river water flowing beneath her feet.

The system processed the horrified screams and shouts from the comments into background noise.

Immediately afterwards, a close-up of the phone's notification bar popped up in the lower right corner of the screen.

WeChat messages kept popping up.

Are you threatening me again with your crying,闹事, and threats of suicide?

[Stay home until you receive your acceptance letter!]

[Shen Qingci, let me tell you, your life isn't just your own! It's something I've poured so much effort into cultivating!]

Each one is marked with a red exclamation mark.

The oppressive feeling pierced through the screen and crashed into the silent lobby of the police station.

Old Li's agreeing smile froze.

The young police officers who had initially been watching the commotion also changed their expressions.

The video continues.

Chen Lang picked up the phone, pressed answer button, and turned on speakerphone.

"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—"

Zhao Yulan's shrill, distorted roar exploded from the speakers in the police station lobby.

3D surround sound.

High-definition and lossless.

Every word carried a sharp malice, piercing the ears of everyone present.

The recording is still ongoing.

"She's doing this again?! She threatens to kill herself 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?"

The hall was deathly silent; even the sound of breathing had ceased.

The veteran police officer's face turned ashen.

Several young police officers stared wide-eyed at Zhao Yulan, their confusion turning into disbelief.

Old Li opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

He actually spoke up for this kind of person just now?