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

Chen Lang turned his head and glanced at Shen Qingci.

He had the last bit of crispy rice cake in his mouth, a smile playing on his lips.

"Come on, what are you daydreaming about?"

Shen Qingci lowered her eyelashes, looking at the two shadows on the bluestone slab, and couldn't help but twitch her lips.

She took a step, her little black leather shoes making a dull thud on the anti-corrosion wooden planks, and followed in his footsteps.

The sea breeze, carrying moisture, swept over her face, pulling all her long hair back.

The sunlight shone on her profile, revealing her pale, cool skin and the fine downy hairs that were clearly visible.

Twenty meters ahead, three girls were blocking the middle of the road.

They held their phones, the light from the screens reflecting on their faces; it was Chen Lang's live stream.

The short-haired girl leading the group looked up and bumped into someone walking towards her.

She took a deep breath, gripped her companion's arm tightly, lowered her voice, and shook her shoulders.

"It's her! Shen Qingci! The one walking towards us in the live stream is her!"

"Oh my god, I watched the live stream all afternoon, and even took a taxi from the hotel to the S-curve to get here!"

The three people walked quickly towards each other, but stopped abruptly three meters away.

Because of Chen Lang, who was half a step behind.

He stood there with one hand in his pocket, the black earring in his left ear gleaming coldly.

Without adopting any defensive posture, this untamed wildness that kept strangers at bay created a forbidden zone around Shen Qingci.

The short-haired girl took a deep breath, put her hands together, and bowed from a safe distance.

"Sister Qingci! I'm your fan! I've been a fan since the moment you did CPR this morning!"

"You looked so cool saving people! We...we could take a picture with you? Just one! We promise we won't give it out randomly!"

The other two girls nodded frantically, their eyes reddening with excitement.

Shen Qingci stopped in her tracks.

Three young faces stood before me, their eyes shining brightly with cautious affection.

In the past, she would have turned to the side, tucked her chin into the collar of her windbreaker, and slipped away through the gaps in the crowd.

But now, the sea breeze is blowing in through my sleeves, and the sunlight is dazzling on the sea.

She stood still.

"it is good."

The voice wasn't loud, but the words were enunciated very clearly.

The three girls froze for two seconds, then screamed in hushed tones.

"Really?! Qingci agreed!"

The short-haired girl held up her phone to open the front camera, her arm outstretched. Her hand trembled so much that she couldn't even keep the focus steady, resulting in a distorted image.

Shen Qingci took half a step forward and stood between them.

The moment the shutter clicked, the coldness in her eyes vanished, and the corners of her lips turned up.

It wasn't a fake smile for social occasions; it was a gentle smile that conveyed warmth.

The suspended ball in mid-air captured this scene.

The live stream chat paused for three seconds, then started scrolling wildly.

[Screenshot! All troops, take a screenshot for me! She smiled! Shen Qingci smiled on her own initiative!]

[Longtime fans who have followed her all the way are crying their eyes out! This is only the second time she's smiled at a stranger! The first time was when she was touched by the warmth of Li Jianguo's family, and her smile was still tentative. But this time, she has truly accepted herself from the bottom of her heart! Little Qingci is shining!]

[Class representative highlights: It wasn't passive cooperation; she said "okay" herself! She actively chose to stand in the middle of the crowd!]

[The gears of fate have turned mad, brothers! From the lifeless despair of the day he jumped off the bridge to standing in the sunlight smiling today, Brother Lang has truly pieced together a broken soul, bit by bit, to become the most dazzling version of himself!]

[This level of looks and charisma is absolutely stunning, even in the realm of visual appeal, it's a game-changer! I declare myself a die-hard fan of Teacher Shen from today onwards!]

The three girls looked at the group photo and tears streamed down their faces.

"Thank you, Sister Qingci. You must be happy."

They walked hand in hand into the crowd, waving back as they went.

Shen Qingci stood there, her fingertips still warm from the fans' hands.

Sunlight streamed into my collar, the heat traveling through my veins, making my nose sting.

She blinked quickly twice to force the moisture back in her eyes, then turned around.

Five meters away, Chen Lang leaned against the wooden railing, holding half a roasted rice cake in his hand, watching her.

He took it all in, from the moment she agreed to take a photo with him to her smile.

Shen Qingci walked over with light steps, even the lines of her back seemed to relax.

She stopped in front of Chen Lang, raised her hand, broke off a piece of rice cake from his hand, and put it in her mouth.

Biting into the crispy outer layer releases the flavor of the sauce onto the tongue.

She wrinkled her nose.

"It's too salty."

Chen Lang looked at her, his Adam's apple bobbing, then he threw the remaining bait into his mouth and sneered with one corner of his mouth up.

"Teacher Shen, you had a beautiful smile just now."

Shen Qingci felt a burning sensation in his ears and turned his head to stare at the sea.

"Shut up."

Chen Lang didn't say anything more, turned around and walked alongside her, breaking off a new piece of rice cake and offering it to her mouth.

Shen Qingci glared at him, then lowered her head and took a bite.

A light blue virtual panel popped up in front of Chen Lang.

[Ding, a breakthrough in the core behavioral pattern of the treatment subject has been detected.]

Shen Qingci has completed a closed loop of both autonomous social rejection and autonomous social acceptance.

[In-depth assessment: The social anxiety threshold has been breached, and the perception of self-worth has shifted towards proactive acceptance.]

The overall progress of treatment has broken through the bottleneck, reaching 70%.

Chen Lang squinted and scanned the string of numbers.

seventy.

He chewed on the rice cake, his face still showing that carefree expression.

Shen Qingci walked forward on the wooden planks, the sea breeze lifting her skirt.

She didn't hunch her shoulders or lower her head; instead, she met the gazes of the crowds on both sides with firm steps.

As the sun sets, golden-red light spreads across the sea, bathing the boardwalk and Cangshan Mountain in warm hues.

Shen Qingci walked against the light, her long hair blowing in the wind, the afterglow outlining a golden edge around her.

On the boardwalk, several travel photographers stopped and subconsciously pressed the shutter.

A boy carrying a tripod stared at the playback and muttered a curse under his breath.

"Damn, I've been traveling in Dali for three years and I've never captured this feeling in a photo."

The girl next to him who was recording a time-lapse video put down her tripod and muttered to herself as she looked at that figure's back.

"Who is this girl? She looks like an angel."

A middle-aged couple sat by the railing; the wife tugged at her husband's sleeve.

"Look at that girl, her smile is so clean."

The husband nodded, watched the figure walk away, and let out a long sigh, as if he had relieved himself of the day's fatigue.

A backpacker with a suitcase stopped in the middle of the road.

She was checking navigation when she caught a glimpse of that silhouette out of the corner of her eye, and her thumb stopped moving on the phone screen.

Sunset, sea breeze, long hair, and that faint smile.

The day's hustle and bustle seemed to have been put on pause.

She stood there for a few seconds, then opened the live stream room that was running in the background and clicked "follow".

A batch of new IDs flooded into the bullet screen area.

[Just a passerby! I saw this girl walk by the S-curve, she was glowing in the sunset, I was stunned. When I got back, I found her live stream, and it turned out to be her!]

[Fellow traveler! I was so exhausted from working overtime today that I felt like I was going to die, but seeing this picture completely healed me... What an amazing atmosphere! Her smile wiped away all my fatigue from the day.]

[I'm a photography blogger! I spent four hours waiting for the right light at the S-curve today, and the best photo I got was a candid shot she took as she passed by! The heavens were practically feeding me! I could live off this picture for a year!]

[I just became a fan! I didn't know her, but after watching this live stream replay, I felt completely calm. Watching her walk slowly in the sunset made me realize that this messy world is still pretty good.]

[Hilarious! Passersby have no idea that ten days ago this girl was standing outside the bridge railing... Every step you see now is the result of her risking her life. Welcome to this story, have your tissues ready.]

Chen Lang lagged two steps behind, hands in his pockets, looking at the gilded figure in front of him.

The sea breeze made her skirt flutter loudly.

He threw the bamboo skewer into the trash can, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved into a smile.

Not urgent.

Let her walk a little longer.

Thirty kilometers away, at the foot of Cangshan Mountain, lies Songlin Villa.

The air conditioner is blowing cold air out.

Ye Xingyu curled up in the corner of the sofa, her knees pressed against her chest, her arms tightly wrapped around a black men's windbreaker.

The clothes were as big as a blanket, the fabric was rough, the zipper was cold, and she held on tightly even with her knuckles turning white.

She buried her chin in her collar, her nose pressed against the fabric.

The minty, sea salt, and sun-dried flavors soothed her wildly beating heart.

As long as I close my eyes, all I can see in my mind is that arm underwater.

The rip current dragged her towards the seabed, and just as she was about to run out of breath, a burning hot arm locked her waist and forcefully pulled her to the surface.

Ye Xingyu buried her face even deeper.

She didn't see the man's face clearly; when she woke up, she only saw a silhouette backlit by the light.

She had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, her wet, tousled hair clung to her forehead, and then this windbreaker, still warm from her body, was draped over her.

The phone on the coffee table suddenly vibrated, its buzzing sound jarring in the living room.

The words "Young Master Long" lit up on the screen.

Ye Xingyu stared at the screen, her face pale, her hands trembling as she pressed the answer button.

"Xiaoyu."

The man's voice was drawn out, conveying a sense of superiority.

"I'm flying to Dali early tomorrow morning. The company has made all the arrangements. Get ready and come with me to the ancient city to shoot some couple photos."

"I'll handle the traffic issue. You just need to cooperate obediently, and you'll have to accept this enormous wealth even if you have to kneel down."

Ye Xingyu's fingers twitched slightly, and her voice was hoarse.

"I almost drowned in the sea today, I don't want to film."

A cold laugh came from the receiver.

"You almost drowned, but you survived."

"Ye Xingyu, you have a 20 million yuan gambling agreement on your shoulders. If the company promotes you, you're a top influencer; if they step on you, you're worse than a beggar."

"Meet me at the S-curve tomorrow morning at nine. Get rid of that gloomy look on your face. If you mess this up, I'll make sure you never recover for the rest of your life."

The phone hangs up.

Ye Xingyu suddenly slammed her phone against the other side of the sofa.

She hugged her knees again, tears falling onto her windbreaker.

My gaze traveled through the floor-to-ceiling windows toward the S-curve of Erhai Lake.

The setting sun bathed the sea in a golden light.

She gripped her sleeve tightly.

Will that man in the black T-shirt and earring appear again tomorrow?