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

The morning light slanted in through the French windows, illuminating the narrow gap between the two single beds.

Chen Lang's blanket twitched first.

He was grabbed again and pulled away.

A cool sensation crept into his side, and he opened his eyelids to find Shen Qingci's face resting on the edge of the bed.

She clutched the corner of the blanket with both hands, a few strands of her long hair hanging down, her eyes still holding the glint that had appeared the night before, and a mischievous thought that she couldn't quite suppress at the corner of her lips.

"get up."

Chen Lang didn't move, his voice hoarse from just waking up.

"Shen, is this what you call a failed night raid followed by a morning attack?"

Shen Qingci's eyelashes trembled slightly, but she didn't loosen her grip.

"It's morning now."

"She can pull the covers off a man in the morning?"

The morning light fell on the tips of her ears, and a blush spread from her earlobes all the way down to her neck.

She maintained a cool and aloof expression, but her hands gripped the corner of the blanket even tighter.

"I only lifted the corner of the blanket."

Chen Lang's chest trembled, and a low laugh escaped his lips.

His arm emerged from under the covers, its muscles bulging in the dim light. His hand lazily braced against the edge of the bed, his upper body leaning forward, suddenly closing the distance between them.

The oppressive aura of a mature man descended upon him.

"It almost overturned."

Shen Qingci's breath hitched, her chest heaving slightly, but her eyes didn't flinch. She met that extremely aggressive gaze, her eyes landing on the tuft of messy, sticking-out hair on Chen Lang's forehead.

Fingertips curled up, then unfolded.

She raised her hand, her fair fingertips reaching beyond the safe distance, and gently pressed against that unruly tuft of hair.

The warm sensation traveled along my fingertips to my nerve endings.

Touch and then leave.

The air in the room became so thick and sticky that it seemed impossible to dissolve.

Chen Lang looked up at her, his deep eyes darkening, and a dangerous smile slowly curved his lips.

"You've gotten quite bold."

Shen Qingci pulled the blanket half an inch closer to herself. "I learned it from you."

Chen Lang clicked his tongue.

"I taught you how to save people, how to refuse people, but I didn't teach you to torment me first thing in the morning."

"You said it yesterday," she said, her eyes lowered, her fingertips tracing the corner of the blanket, "If you want something, just say it directly."

Chen Lang raised an eyebrow.

"So what do you want?"

Shen Qingci pursed her lips. The blush on her ears was impossible to hide, but she didn't retreat into her shell like before.

She looked up and gazed intently at him.

I want you to come with me to the ancient city.

Chen Lang looked at her for two seconds, suppressing a smile.

"this one?"

Her eyelashes trembled as she felt the heat of that gaze, her hands still clutching the corner of the blanket.

"I still want to eat milk fan (a type of cheese)."

"Anything else?"

She paused.

"I don't want to hide from anyone today either."

The nonchalant look on Chen Lang's face faded somewhat.

The sunlight from the window fell on her shoulders, and her oversized loungewear made her look thin, but her eyes were more steady than yesterday.

The girl who used to say "anything is fine" all the time and never dared to say what she wanted to eat was now lying by his bedside, listing out her needs one by one.

Chen Lang reached out and gently tapped the back of her clenched hand with his knuckles.

"approve."

Shen Qingci's lips had barely moved when he lazily added another sentence.

"But I'll put the matter of pulling back the covers on your tab."

"Just write it down."

She loosened the blanket, took two steps back, and turned to walk towards the bathroom.

She stopped when she reached the door.

"Chen Lang".

"Um?"

She had her back to him, and the tips of her ears were so red they could hardly be hidden.

"When your hair is messy, you look a bit like someone who failed the college entrance exam."

As soon as she finished speaking, she pushed open the bathroom door and went into the bathroom.

Chen Lang sat on the bed, paused for half a second, and then burst out laughing.

"Okay, they'll fight back."

Half an hour later, the levitating ball rose into the air, and the indicator light came on.

The number of viewers in the live stream surged, exceeding 100,000 as soon as the broadcast started.

Good morning, Brother Lang! Good morning, Sister Qingci! Let this old man catch a glimpse of the stunning beauty of this blossoming young woman!

[I stayed up until 3 a.m. yesterday watching that amazing S-curve video, and now my dark circles are showing up for work!]

Something's not right! Qingci's eyes are unusually bright today! Did someone secretly charge her up last night?

With his hands in his pockets, Chen Lang led Shen Qingci into Dali Ancient City.

The bluestone slabs were moistened by the morning dew, and when you stepped on them, the muffled sound spread along the alley.

The tie-dyed fabric curtain on the white wall was lifted by the wind, and the white mist from the morning market, mixed with the smell of firewood, rose up.

The aroma of fried rice cakes, the sweet scent of hot soy milk, and the vendors' drawn-out calls filled the entire street.

Shen Qingci followed half a step behind Chen Lang.

She stopped looking down to count the cracks in the stone slabs.

Tourists brushed past them, selfie sticks dangling in the distance, and a few young people recognized them, excitedly raising their phones.

Shen Qingci's shoulders tensed.

Chen Lang caught a glimpse of her movements out of the corner of his eye. He didn't reach out to take her hand, but instead slowed his pace and moved to her side, blocking the surging flow of customers for her.

Shen Qingci looked up at him.

The morning light filtered down his shoulder and into her eyes.

She suddenly took half a step forward and stood beside him.

Chen Lang turned his head to the side.

"Not following along today?"

Shen Qingci looked at the crowd ahead, her voice calm and indifferent.

I don't want to keep hiding behind you.

Chen Lang's lips curled into a smile.

"Alright, then Teacher Shen, please lead the way."

"I'll clear the way, you cover the rear."

"The arrangements are quite clear."

She turned her head to look at him, a faint smile appearing in her eyes.

"Didn't you say I could just say it directly?"

Chen Lang stared at her slight smile, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Yes, that's possible."

He dragged out his words lazily, lowering his voice.

"But if you keep ordering people around like this, the tuition will have to go up."

Shen Qingci felt a heat at the tips of his ears, but his steps remained steady.

"I'll owe you for now."

What if I owe too much and can't pay it back?

She paused for a second, her gaze falling on the black earring in his left ear before quickly looking away.

"Then take your time collecting it."

Chen Lang paused slightly.

The live stream went blank for a moment, and the chat exploded.

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Who taught her this?! Who turned the aloof school beauty into this?!

[Previously, players would blush passively, but now they actively use their ultimate abilities? And why aren't players notified of version updates?]

[Brother Lang, don't just stand there! Catch it! The ball's already on the goal line!]

[Qin Feng, the Unlearned and Incompetent: Master's wife has basically written the formula on the blackboard, Master, don't pretend you don't understand!]

Chen Lang turned his head to look at her, unable to suppress the smile in his eyes.

"Shen Qingci."

"what."

"What you're doing is dangerous."

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, but her lips did not fall.

"Aren't you here?"

These four short words were gently carried by the sounds of people at the morning market.

Chen Lang stopped teasing her.

A tourist in front of me was holding up his phone and backed away, almost bumping into me.

He raised his hand to block, his palm lightly protecting Shen Qingci's side, maintaining a restrained distance, yet completely sealing off the half-meter radius around her.

Shen Qingci walked forward, her steps more steady than yesterday.

She no longer hid herself in the shadows behind Chen Lang, nor was she in a hurry to prove that she was not afraid.

She simply walked among the crowd, gradually calming her breathing, her gaze sweeping over the breakfast stalls, tie-dye shops, and silver jewelry stalls.

A little girl selling flower wreaths by the roadside raised her hand.

"Sister, would you like some flowers?"

Shen Qingci stopped in her tracks.

The little girl's hand held a circle of white flowers, glistening with dew, their petals shimmering in the morning light.

She looked at it for two seconds, then reached out and took it.

"I want this one."

Chen Lang took out his phone to pay and raised an eyebrow at her.

"So proactive today?"

Shen Qingci held the flower wreath in her hands and whispered:

"Because I like it."

She paused for a moment after saying those words.

From childhood, she was used to swallowing her feelings. What she liked wasn't important; what mattered was what others needed her to like.

But at this moment, the wind from the ancient city blows through the long alley, white flowers lie in the palm of the hand, and dew wets the fingertips.

She suddenly realized that speaking out wouldn't cause the sky to fall or the earth to collapse.

She looked up and handed the wreath to Chen Lang.

"Help me put it on."

Chen Lang looked at her.

In the bustling ancient city at dawn, her eyes were clear and no longer empty.

Chen Lang reached out and took the flower wreath, gently placing it on her head.

A few strands of black hair were covered by small white flowers, which made her look cool and aloof, yet added a touch of vibrant softness.

The live stream chat went crazy.

She said it's because I like it! She finally dared to say she likes it!

This isn't about showering people with sweetness; it's about pulling someone out of the rubble, bit by bit.

[Qingci isn't just doing her job today; she's actively choosing this world.]

[The look in Lang Ge's eyes just now... I declare him finished. He can't keep up the act anymore.]

Shen Qingci raised her hand and touched the flower wreath on her head, her eyes crinkling slightly.

"Is it pretty?"

Chen Lang stared at her, his voice dropping a beat.

"nice."

Her ears turned red, but she didn't suppress her smile.

A system notification softly sounded in his mind.

[Ding, a request for healing has been detected.]

[Behavioral Judgment: Non-compliant choice.]

Shen Qingci's self-worth remains stable; current overall healing progress: 70%.

Chen Lang scanned the virtual panel, his fingertips curling slightly in his pocket.

The progress hasn't increased.

But things stabilized.

This is more important than rushing forward in one go.