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

Shen Qingci held the hair dryer, her gaze sweeping over the barrage of comments, her fingertips still trembling slightly.

Through the reflection of the screen, she saw Chen Lang turn around and walk to the refrigerator in the corner, open the cabinet door, take out a bottle of ice-cold mineral water, and twist the screw open with one hand.

He leaned against the kitchen counter with his back to the camera, his broad back blocking most of the light.

Chen Lang tilted his head back and gulped down a mouthful of ice water.

"I'm right here."

"I'll take responsibility if I'm wrong."

Shen Qingci's hand gripping the hair dryer tightened suddenly, her heart pounding wildly in her chest, completely calmed by the man's casual yet steady promise.

She glanced down at her slightly red fingertips, swallowed hard, and pressed the hair dryer switch.

The warm breeze blew away the moisture from her hair and also dispelled the lingering anxiety in her eyes.

She raised her eyes and looked directly at the camera, her whole demeanor returning to its aloofness.

"Okay, let's continue. Anyone have any questions?"

[Me! Me! Teacher Shen, when Lang Ge was blow-drying your hair just now, what was your heart rate? Was it still an adrenaline stress response?]

Shen Qingci remained silent for three seconds, and the temperature that had just dropped in her ears started to rise again.

"This issue is unrelated to water rescue, next."

[Hahahaha, she escaped! She escaped!]

Even academic geniuses can't answer questions! Lang Ge's questions are way beyond the syllabus!

[Hilarious! Teacher Shen's first rule in class: No studying the teacher's heart rate!]

Chen Lang leaned against the kitchen counter, watching Shen Qingci's back as she completely let down her guard. He bit the ice cube in his mouth and summoned the system in his mind.

"Use a God-level Skill Lottery Ticket".

A pale blue, semi-transparent panel emerged.

"Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained the god-level auxiliary skills Absolute Insight and Dimensional Reduction Rhetoric Mastery."

"Skill Description: Permanently bound. Passive Aura: Absolute Insight, instantly capturing the target's micro-expressions and seeing through their psychological defenses and core needs. Active Effect: Subversion of Language, granting the host top-level control over the rhythm of language, achieving logical subversion and suppression in communication."

Chen Lang raised an eyebrow, and a vast knowledge base of behavioral psychology instantly flooded his mind.

He was already adept at navigating social situations, and now with this added layer of passivity, dealing with capital in the future will be like having X-ray vision.

Why not make money from capital if it's too good to pass up? And we'll use it to pave the way for Shen Qingci.

The phone on the marble countertop vibrated, the screen lit up, and a new message popped up at the top of the WeChat list.

The sender was Wang Rui from Xingyao Interactive Entertainment.

"Mr. Chen, I apologize for bothering you. I learned that you are in Erhai, and coincidentally, I am also on a business trip in Dali."

"Would you have the pleasure of enjoying a hand-drip coffee at the Manshan Cafe in the old town this afternoon?"

"Don't worry, this trip is purely out of admiration for your skills and to make friends. I will absolutely not mention any unpleasant business contracts."

Chen Lang rubbed his thumb against the cup twice. The business director of the top three MCN giants on the entire network was putting on a very humble posture. Having witnessed the popularity of the entire network, he was preparing to kneel down.

He smirked; he'd just drawn a new skill and now a punching bag had been delivered right to his door.

Type a few words on the screen with your fingertips and send it.

"Okay, 3 PM."

Chen Lang straightened up from beside the kitchen counter and threw the empty bottle of iced mineral water into the trash can with a three-pointer.

Shen Qingci sat in front of the camera, answering questions in the live chat about the impact of seawater temperature stratification on the rate of body heat loss in drowning victims with extremely precise wording.

Her voice was calm and measured, her logic flowing smoothly like the abstract of a journal article.

Chen Lang glanced at her twice, a slight smirk playing on his lips. This girl seemed to have a completely different mind when she entered teaching mode; the blush on her ears had vanished completely, her tone was cold, and her eyes were sharp.

She pointed to the camera and broke down the knowledge points sentence by sentence, just like an eighteen-year-old female professor. She went from being stage-frightened to taking control of the entire room in just fifteen minutes.

Chen Lang didn't interrupt her. He stepped back to the other side of the sofa, brought up the system panel, and glanced at the real-time data in the lower right corner.

With over 190,000 people online, that's enough.

After answering the last question, Shen Qingci concluded the discussion with a crisp and decisive tone.

That's all for today's science lesson. Remember these three words: cut off, stagnate, retreat. The only thing that can save you is knowledge, not luck.

The live chat was flooded with messages like "Goodbye, Teacher Shen" and "Please teach again."

Chen Lang stood up from the sofa, walked behind her, put one hand on the back of the chair, turned his head to look at the camera, and spoke in a lazy voice.

"Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Shen."

"Everyone, that concludes our schedule for this morning. We have more activities planned for the afternoon, but we'll keep the details a secret for now."

He reached out and swiped on the control panel of the floating ball.

"Halftime break, see you later."

The image froze on his slightly roguish smiling face, then the signal was cut off, and the live stream went black.

The silver sphere slowly descended and hovered above the coffee table, waiting.

The system notification sounded in my mind right on time.

"Ding! This live stream has ended."

"This live stream lasted 4 hours and 17 minutes, with a peak of 313891 viewers."

"Reputation points are being calculated. 52730 reputation points have been gained this time, bringing the total reputation points to 718300."

More than 50,000 reputation points were credited to the account.

Chen Lang mentally reviewed the accounts.

Before setting off in the morning, my total reputation was approaching 900,000.

Just now, in order to rescue someone from the sea, I spent 300,000 yuan to exchange for special water rescue services, burning through a third of my savings.

No loss, gain with blood.

Three hundred thousand for a human life, plus a god-tier support skill given away for free.

Chen Lang didn't focus his attention on that.

Since coming ashore, Shen Qingci's emotions have fluctuated greatly, and she has even unusually expressed her self-identity and dependence.

The system, however, was unusually quiet.

The progress notification sound never came.

The progress bar is stuck at 67%.

Chen Lang squinted and tapped the edge of the kitchen counter twice with his fingertips.

Bottleneck period.

The root of the illness from more than a decade of morbid suppression, coupled with severe depression, shattered the outer defenses, naturally causing a surge in progress in the early stages.

But the deeper you dig, the more hard bones you find that have formed dead scabs.

External stimuli and novelty alone cannot break through her core self-awareness.

He lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the slender figure at the bathroom door, the casualness in his eyes slowly disappearing.

My fingertips rested on the edge of the kitchen counter.

The next second, he tapped it lightly again.

Chen Lang twitched the corner of his mouth, his mind stirring slightly.

The pale blue panel folded and disappeared in my mind.

The room quieted down, with only the low hum of the air conditioner vents remaining.

Shen Qingci turned around and looked up at him. The collar of her home clothes was slightly askew, revealing a slender collarbone.

Her long hair, blown soft and fluffy by the hairdryer, cascaded over her shoulders, and the bloodshot eyes hadn't completely faded.

"Where are you going this afternoon?"

Chen Lang walked to the refrigerator, opened the door, and rummaged through it. It was filled with exquisite small bottles of juice and imported snacks.

He took out a bottle of freshly squeezed orange juice, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to her.

"You go first."

Shen Qingci took the orange juice, holding the bottle with both hands, her thumbs unconsciously rubbing the edge of the cap, and looked down at her toes.

I want to go to the beach.

"You witnessed the drowning incident this morning, and you still want to go this afternoon?"

"Not that area, I mean a crowded place."

Chen Lang didn't urge him.

Shen Qingci pursed her lips, her voice very soft.

"When you went into the water this morning, there were many people gathered on the shore."

Chen Lang nodded, waiting for her to continue.

"They were panicked. Some were crying, some were shouting, and the burly man even tried to rush down to save them."

Shen Qingci raised her eyes and her gaze fell on Chen Lang.

"But when you shouted, everyone stopped."

"Then I stood on that line and stopped them."

Her fingers tightened around the bottle. "That was the first time I stood in the middle of a crowd."

"I wasn't pushed around, nor was I assigned to a certain position; I chose to stand there myself."

Chen Lang leaned against the kitchen counter and listened quietly.

Shen Qingci lowered her head, her voice carrying a certainty that Chen Lang had never heard before.

"I used to be afraid of crowded places because they were too noisy and crowded, and everyone's gaze seemed to be weighing something."

"But today I discovered that I can avoid being crushed by their gaze."

She placed the orange juice on the coffee table, then rested her clasped hands on her knees.

I want to try.

"Go to a crowded beach, don't avoid it, don't take detours, just walk around normally."

Chen Lang looked at her; sunlight streamed in through the French windows, illuminating her profile and making the fine downy hairs glow.

"Okay, I'll go this afternoon."

Chen Lang spoke in a flat voice, pulled out a chair and sat down opposite her, stretching out his long legs and leaning back in a relaxed posture.

"But eat lunch first. Since this morning, all you've had in your stomach besides that orange juice is seawater and adrenaline."

I'm not very hungry.

"I didn't ask if you were hungry, I said you have to eat."

Chen Lang raised his chin.

"Someone's going to treat you to coffee later. You'll be drinking caffeine on an empty stomach, so you won't be sleeping tonight."

"Did someone buy you coffee?"

"Yes, a high-ranking executive at an MCN agency."

Chen Lang picked up his phone, swiped twice, and opened the food delivery app.

"Ignore him, he's just a sucker who wants to be friends with me. I'll take you to the famous S-curve this afternoon, we'll have a drink and then leave."

Shen Qingci looked at him for two seconds.

"Is it that MCN that smashed up the carnival?"

Chen Lang looked up, and Shen Qingci's expression remained calm.

"During the live stream, the chat was flooded with comments like 'Xingyao Interactive Entertainment,' ranking among the top three across the entire internet."

"Good observation skills."

"Chen Lang, how do you plan to deal with him?"

Shen Qingci took a sip of orange juice, her tone extremely indifferent.

"I won't deal with him, let him deal with me."

Chen Lang curled the corners of his mouth and casually swiped his fingertips across the food delivery app.

Looking at his confident, almost arrogant expression, Shen Qingci suddenly felt she should light a candle for that business director.

What would you like to eat?

Chen Lang turned his phone screen towards her, and Shen Qingci glanced at the menu for a couple of seconds.

"Anything is fine."

"Shen Qingci."

She looked up, and Chen Lang looked at her, his eyes calm, the slight smile still on his lips, but his tone was a little more serious.

"Try to use the phrase 'anything is fine' less often in the future."

"Say what you want to eat, say where you want to go, your mouth is your own face."

Shen Qingci froze, and she opened her mouth.

"That Bai ethnic group's spicy and sour fish."

"Add a serving of milk fan."

Chen Lang curled the corners of his lips and placed the order.

"OK."

Outside the window, the snow line of Cangshan Mountain gleamed blindingly white in the midday sun.

Shen Qingci leaned back in her chair, holding a half-empty bottle of orange juice, the sunlight warming her hands.

She looked at the boy across from her, who was looking down at his phone. His bangs obscured his eyes and eyebrows, and his earring reflected a cold light. The corners of her mouth unconsciously curved slightly.