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

Shen Qingci held the empty glass in both hands, her fingertips leaving a thin layer of mist on the glass.

She stared at the frosted glass door of the guest bathroom, behind which shone a cold, white light.

I can't show weakness in front of hundreds of thousands of people.

She placed the water glass on the coffee table, pulled out a chair, and sat back down, her back ramrod straight.

"Thank you for your attention. Regarding the rescue operation at Erhai Lake, there are a few safety precautions that need to be added."

Suddenly, the sound of the showerhead turning on came from the guest bathroom.

The water splashed and slammed against the tiles, creating a dull echo in the quiet suite.

The microphone faithfully transmitted the noise into the live broadcast room.

The comments paused for a second, then instantly flooded the screen.

[Hahaha, it's starting! Listen to the sound of water! This post-bath shower for a lone man and woman has finally arrived!]

Why is School Beauty Shen stuck? Is the sound of the water too loud, affecting your memorization of physics formulas?

[Shen, according to fluid mechanics, is this water pressure normal? Could it wash a few creases into Lang Ge's abs?]

The screen was filled with vulgar and offensive language.

Shen Qingci bit her lower lip, a blush spreading down her cheeks to her neck.

Using the pain of her fingernails digging into her palms, she straightened her back and glanced at the comments section.

"Someone asked if water pressure could create a crease in the abdominal muscles."

"No. Muscle texture is the physical arrangement of muscle fibers and has nothing to do with water pressure. If your biology teacher sees this comment, he'll probably have trouble sleeping tonight."

The viewers in the live chat were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

[Holy crap? The school beauty has started grading papers? And she's giving them zero?!]

[Biology teacher gives tearful praise! This student was worth teaching!]

A new wave of comments surged in, even more unrestrained.

[Let me rephrase the question: Shen, school beauty, how would you rate Lang Ge's physique? Out of ten!]

Shen Qingci glanced at the comment without changing his expression.

"Questions without scoring criteria will not be answered. Next."

Okay! I'll provide the standard! Refer to the golden ratio in Greek sculpture!

Shen Qingci blinked, her voice remaining calm.

"The muscle proportions in ancient Greek sculptures were based on Polyclitus's Law, with a head-to-body ratio of 1:7."

She paused, her gaze slightly shifting towards the guest bathroom before quickly returning to it.

"...Meets the standard."

There are only two words: light and airy.

The live chat exploded.

Wait, wait, wait! Did she just glance in the direction of the bathroom?!

[Meets the standard? School beauty, you actually cheated on the review?! What happened to not replying?!]

The significance of the word "meeting the standard": A 720-point academic genius personally attests! Brother Lang, do you know you've been officially certified?!

[This is hilarious! The coldest iceberg on the whole street, he says he won't rate it, but his actions betray him!]

A faint blush rose to the tips of Shen Qingci's ears, but he turned the page without showing any emotion.

"Next question. Prioritize nutritious options."

【I did! I did! School beauty, when you were doing CPR on shore today, your compression rate and depth were way above standard. Did you learn first aid beforehand?】

This comment is finally serious.

Shen Qingci's expression relaxed, and she nodded.

"I took a Red Cross first aid certification exam in my first year of high school, which requires a compression rate of 100 to 120 times per minute and a depth of five to six centimeters. Today, during the actual practice, my heart rate was a bit high, possibly slightly too high, but it was within an acceptable range."

[A genius is a genius! Even saving lives is precise down to the Hertz!]

Wait a minute, school beauty, you said your heart rate is a bit high—is it because you're nervous, or because there's a soaking wet hunk standing next to you?

Shen Qingci's fingers tightened on her knee.

"The adrenaline stress response is unrelated to visual stimulation."

[Unrelated? Really? I don't believe it.jpg]

[School beauty, your ears turn red when you lie! The camera's 8MP high-definition lens has practically made your ears ripe!]

Shen Qingci subconsciously raised her hand and touched her earlobe—

It's hot.

She bit her tongue and abruptly pulled her hand back, belatedly realizing that this action was tantamount to trying to hide something obvious in front of the camera.

The screen was instantly filled with "hahaha".

[Oh no! School beauty Shen touched her ear! Human lie detector confirms—she's lying!]

[Adrenaline stress response: ×. Seeing Lang Ge wet and my heart racing: √]

[Shen Jianguo of Hongyuan Building Materials: Daughter, Dad is watching. Don't answer. Please. Dad's heart really isn't good.]

When Shen Qingci saw her own father's comment ID, her knuckles turned white as she gripped the cup, wishing she could shrink herself into the back of the chair.

But Shen Qingci is still Shen Qingci.

She took a deep breath, raised her chin again, and locked her gaze coldly onto the camera.

"Finally, answer one question."

She precisely captured one comment from the barrage of messages.

[Campus belle, if Lang Ge came out right now, would you look at him?]

Shen Qingci remained silent for two seconds.

"look."

The live chat stopped.

"It was confirmed that he had no external injuries and no delayed symptoms of physical exhaustion."

"This is a basic post-operative observation obligation between partners after the collaborative rescue is completed."

The moment he finished speaking, a flood of comments burst forth.

[Partner? Post-operative observation obligation? School beauty, your ability to disguise spying on your husband as an academic activity is absolutely top-tier!]

[This wording is textbook perfect! Remember this, ladies: from now on, when you're looking at a handsome guy, don't call it "looking at a handsome guy," call it "performing post-operative collaborative observation"!]

[Qin Feng, the Unlearned and Incompetent: Master's Wife! I understand every single word you say! But put them together, I can only read four words—You want to see him! Hahahaha!]

The science popularization had just mentioned the golden four-minute window for drowning rescue when the sound of water in the guest bathroom stopped.

The crisp click of the brass lock opening interrupted Shen Qingci's words.

The steam, carrying the scent of mint shower gel, seeped into the living room through the crack in the door.

Chen Lang stepped out onto the wool carpet.

She was wearing a black silk robe with the neckline open.

The water droplets that hadn't been dried slid down the muscle lines and disappeared into the edge of the loose belt.

Her bangs were damp and hung down her forehead, and the black titanium steel earring in her left ear gleamed coldly under the overhead light.

He ignored the camera, one hand in his bathrobe pocket, and strode towards Shen Qingci.

Shen Qingci's "postoperative observation" was personally delivered to him.

Her gaze lingered on him for a mere 0.3 seconds—

Then he quickly moved away and stared at the edge of the coffee table.

The comments section went crazy.

[She saw it! She definitely saw it just now!!! She even talked about post-operative observation obligations, but her eyes were clearly like she was getting a full-body CT scan!]

Holy crap! That physique! The definition and definition of those muscles! Is this something I could see without paying?!

[Help! This man's raw, gritty demeanor, mixed with his primal, wild nature, makes him a walking hormone-generating machine! I'm done for!]

[The female fans in the front row are already captivated; they've got their phone's animated wallpaper for tonight! High-definition and uncensored, the sexual tension is incredible!]

Chen Lang stopped beside her, his tall shadow completely enveloping her within the small space of the seat.

He casually pulled the towel off her head and turned on the hair dryer.

A warm breeze blew out.

Chen Lang held the hairdryer in one hand and ran the other hand through her wet, long hair.

He brushed his fingertips across his scalp, the movement not exactly practiced, but he deliberately used very light pressure.

Shen Qingci's back was stiff.

My toes curled up unconsciously inside the slippers.

The cool scent of mint shower gel mingled with the man's burning body heat, enveloping her completely.

Her fair neck flushed an uncontrollable, striking blush.

Don't look down.

Shen Qingci's eyelashes trembled.

Chen Lang's voice came down from above, languidly, "Just finished saving someone, Shen is now the only certified first aid expert in the entire place."

He bent down, his gaze passing over her shoulder to look at the barrage of comments flying across the screen in the live stream.

"The camera is in your hands, not for you to act shy in front of them."

"It's to show them."

Chen Lang turned his head, his gaze sweeping over her flushed ears, a nonchalant smile curving his lips.

"Just how beautiful is a girl who dares to cross the safety line to save someone?"

Shen Qingci's fingers tightened suddenly.

Amidst the hum of the hairdryer, her heartbeat felt like it was being gripped tightly, then released again.

The barrage paused for half a second, then exploded wildly.

【Aaaaaaah, Lang-ge, you're going on a killing spree!】

[This isn't a compliment about her looks! It's a compliment about her courage! Who can resist that?!]

"I'm not asking you to act shy, I'm showing them how beautiful you are"—I declare this line divine!

Shen Qingci felt as if something was blocking her throat.

She instinctively wanted to refute.

She wanted to say that she wasn't that good, that she had just done what she was supposed to do, and that the camera was too close and she wasn't used to it.

But Chen Lang seemed to have seen through all her escape routes in advance.

He moved the hairdryer half an inch to the side, letting the warm air avoid her reddened earlobes and fall on her wet hair ends.

Don't rush to deny it.

Chen Lang spoke in a low voice, so softly that only the microphone and she could hear it.

"You may not be used to being praised."

"But don't refuse to admit that you did a great job."

Shen Qingci's breath hitched.

Chen Lang shoved the hair dryer into her hand.

The handle still carried his lingering warmth.

"You can blow the rest yourself."

He straightened up, took a half step back, and left her the brightest spot in front of the camera.

"Teacher Shen, class will begin tonight."

"I'll stand guard for you."

Shen Qingci stood there, holding the hair dryer, stunned.

Chen Lang offered neither excessive empathy nor condescending lectures.

He immediately elevated her to a position of being useful, brave, and respected.

In the live stream, longtime fans who had followed the rescue from the bridge jump keenly noticed this unique way of interacting.

[This made me cry, guys... You might think Lang Ge is just using high emotional intelligence to flirt with girls, but longtime fans see it clearly! This is Lang Ge's unique way of healing!]

[Class representative is here! Xiao Qingci grew up in a family that was accustomed to suppression, and she deeply lacks self-identity. Her severe depressive tendencies make her feel like she's just a cold, lifeless test-taking machine. If Lang Ge simply compliments her on her beauty, she'll only feel it's unreal and want to escape.]

[That's right! Brother Lang really understands! He doesn't act superior, doesn't put pressure on her, but gives her a sense of security by affirming her value!]

Yes, this is true healing! He not only saved her life, but also taught her how to stand confidently in the sunlight! I'll be a fan of this kind of psychological healing forever!

[I resigned without hesitation! There are no grand theories, only favoritism and respect!]