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

I walked out of the market.

The midday sun, unobstructed, shone down on their shoulders.

Just as Chen Lang was about to turn around and walk towards the guesthouse, the person beside him suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Shen Qingci stood at the edge of the sidewalk.

My gaze swept across the old, rutted street and landed firmly on an old-fashioned convenience store across the street.

The glass door was half open.

The fly-proof plastic curtain rustled loudly in the wind.

The entire shelf was crammed with brightly colored puffed snacks.

The bags of cucumber, tomato, original, and barbecue flavored potato chips were bulging together.

It gleamed with an oily sheen under the cheap incandescent light.

Shen Qingci's breath hitched.

Unconsciously, her fingernails dug into the edge of the plastic bag containing tomatoes, leaving white marks that looked like it was about to burst.

Deep-fried, puffed, carcinogenic, damages memory, and wastes life.

These words were once transformed into her mother's cold handwriting, stuck to the wall in front of her desk.

On her eighteenth birthday, she secretly used her saved allowance to buy a bag of tomato-flavored potato chips.

Before it could be opened, it was discovered by the mother who had returned home early.

The bag of potato chips was crushed on the floor by the high heels.

The sound of the inflatable packaging bursting open was like a loud slap in the face.

For eighteen years, these brightly colored packaging bags have been absolutely contraband, a symbol of depravity, and a source of punishment.

Chen Lang followed her gaze and tilted his head slightly.

The sunlight outlined his sharp jawline.

There was no probing in his deep black eyes, only a blatant indulgence that saw right through him.

"What, another hidden dungeon has appeared?"

Shen Qingci pursed her lips and swallowed hard.

She raised her hand and pointed to the convenience store across the street.

The voice was extremely soft, yet it carried a sense of desperate, all-or-nothing resolve.

"I want to buy potato chips."

"purchase."

Chen Lang's answer was a single, concise word.

There was no question of why, no paternalistic lecturing, not even a single extra syllable.

With a long stride, his tall frame naturally cut into the outside.

A food delivery scooter came speeding towards us, honking its horn.

Chen Lang didn't even lift his eyelids. He put one hand in his pocket and used half of his shoulder to steadily block out the strong wind that stirred up dust.

He took her with him and strode across the road.

She stepped into what was once a forbidden zone for her.

A few comments scrolled by.

[Lang Ge's good looks fan reporting in: Did you take a screenshot of that side profile angle when he was blocking the electric scooter? His jawline is killer.]

[Qingci's Guardian Team Provides Protection: Baby, eat whatever you want! It's time to get out of prison after eighteen years!]

Narrow shelving area.

The inflatable packaging bag brushed against Shen Qingci's windbreaker sleeve, making a soft "rustling" sound.

The smell of cheap fragrance mixed with the smell of dust.

Shen Qingci stood in front of the shelf, her fingertips hovering in mid-air for half a second.

The fingertips trembled slightly.

Then, she grabbed a packet of tomato-flavored tomato.

Next came barbecue flavor, honey butter flavor, and a pack of original flavor.

She held the four large bags of potato chips tightly in her arms.

The inflatable packaging bags were piled up so high that they almost completely obscured most of her pale, cold-skinned face.

Only a pair of bright, almond-shaped eyes were visible.

Chen Lang leaned against the door frame next to the cashier.

One long leg was casually bent.

As he watched her walk over carrying that "mountain of potato chips," a low, muffled laugh escaped from his throbbing chest.

He had a roguish, unruly air about him.

"Teacher Shen, are you getting some stock?"

Shen Qingci placed the potato chips on the glass counter.

She turned to look at him, her clear, cold voice carrying a hard, stubborn tone.

"I want to eat."

The blond-haired guy behind the cashier, who was scrolling through Douyin (TikTok), glanced at the pile of high-calorie bombs and grinned.

"Hey beautiful, eating so much by yourself can easily cause internal heat. Eating too much of this will break out you up."

Shen Qingci's eyelashes trembled slightly.

She neither lowered her head nor dodged.

She raised her hand with remarkable ease, pointing at the man leaning against the doorframe.

"He's not alone. He eats too."

She paused.

For the first time, a sly glint appeared in those eyes that had been frozen for years.

"He has a big appetite, and I'm afraid that if I don't buy enough, it won't be enough for him."

The cashier was taken aback.

Her gaze swept across the shelf, landing on Chen Lang's imposing figure, nearly 1.9 meters tall, and his functional windbreaker.

He immediately leaned back tactically and nodded repeatedly.

"I see, it was for her boyfriend. You two have such a great relationship, I wish you happiness."

Chen Lang's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, letting out a deep, husky laugh that was incredibly magnetic.

He lazily straightened up.

I casually grabbed a box of strong mints from the counter and tossed them precisely into the pile of potato chips.

"Okay. Tonight, let's have a massive, cheesy, melodramatic TV show paired with potato chips for a tasting event."

The live chat exploded instantly.

"He eats too!" "He has a big appetite!" When did Shen Qingci learn to subtly show affection like this?!

[CP fans are going crazy: She pointed at him and said "He eats it too" in that matter-of-fact tone! That's the tone of a wife, ladies!!]

[A fan of Lang Ge's good looks tearfully quits: I just wanted to admire his appearance, how did I get forced to ship them? Aren't these two breaking the law?]

From "Can you give me a discount of two cents?" to "Praise me first, then negotiate" to "He'll eat it too"—this evolution is faster than my promotion and raise!

[The cashier is also a tool forced to work today. Congratulations on achieving the "Wandering Love Witness" achievement.]

"WeChat payment received, 28.6 yuan."

Shen Qingci carried fresh vegetables and live fish with the scent of earth in one hand and a large, bulging bag of snacks in the other.

I stood once again in the midday sun.

She stopped, lowered her head, and gazed quietly at everything in her arms.

The earthy smell, the sweetness of tomatoes, the liveliness of a fish flicking its tail, and the cheap artificial flavor of puffed food.

Back home, these things would have meant my mother's high heels and torn exam papers.

Now, they weighed heavily on her palm.

She can enjoy a bowl of delicious fish soup tonight without any guilt.

You can curl up on the sofa and eat forbidden junk food without any guilt.

She could even shove the worst-tasting bag of potato chips into the man next to her and watch him frown slightly but helplessly eat it, looking like a scoundrel.

A gentle breeze was blowing.

The fly-proof plastic curtain at the convenience store rustled.

Shen Qingci looked at the shadows of herself and Chen Lang on the bluestone road, which were so close that their edges had even overlapped.

The corners of her lips, which had been taut, involuntarily turned up slightly.

Those almond-shaped eyes, which held a hint of wariness and defensiveness, curved into two bright crescent moons.

The red beauty mark at the corner of her eye looked vivid and lifelike in the sunlight.

A healthy blush rose on her paper-white cheeks.

The sounds of traffic around us faded into the distance.

All that remained in my eardrums was the roar of blood rushing through my veins.

The live stream was silent for a full five seconds.

Then the barrage of comments filled the entire screen with an almost terrifying density, and the server visibly lagged for a moment.

[Ahhh, she smiled! I'm going to screenshot Qingci's smile and use it as my wallpaper! She's so beautiful, I'm crying!]

[Fan's demise notice: Shen Qingci's smile has suddenly made me fall for someone else. How can this woman's smile be more beautiful than her crying?]

[CP fans have gone crazy: The shadows of the two people overlap! I could write 80,000 words of fanfiction based on just those four words!]

[Qingci's fans, all moved to tears: Baby, the way you smile is exactly what an eighteen-year-old should look like.]

This is the ultimate life I aspire to! Shopping at the market, buying whatever I want from the convenience store, going home to cook soup and watch TV – this is the life a living person should have!

[Chen Lang really knows how to pull a girl back from the brink of destruction! He doesn't lecture her; he just takes her into the heart of everyday life to experience being loved!]

[Leziren's Summary: This live stream taught Shen Qingci how to bargain, how to show affection, and how to laugh. Chen Lang learned to be used as a dumping ground (responsible for eating the worst-tasting potato chips).]

The two walked side by side on the cobblestone path back to their guesthouse.

A cluster of bright red bougainvillea peeked over the wall.

A few petals fell gently onto the overlapping shadows of the two people.

Chen Lang had one hand in his work pants pocket, walking with a leisurely gait.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Shen Qingci's fair fingers, which were marked with red welts from the heavy plastic bags.

He didn't say anything.

He reached out his hand, which was in his pocket, and took the heaviest grouper and the bag full of fruit from her hands without giving her a chance to refuse.

Their fingertips brushed together in mid-air.

Chen Lang's fingers have distinct knuckles and are covered with rough calluses from years of extreme sports.

Warm and dry.

All that remained was that light bag of potato chips in her arms.

"Take your spoils."

His tone was languid, and his dark eyes shimmered with dappled sunlight.

Shen Qingci felt a lightness in her hand.

She turned her head, her gaze tracing Chen Lang's defiant profile in the sunlight.

From her messy, tousled hair to that highly recognizable pale beauty mark under her eye.

"Chen Lang," she said softly.

"Hmm? What do you want to eat now?" Chen Lang asked without stopping, his voice rising slightly at the end.

"Thank you."

Chen Lang's tactical boots paused.

The soles of the shoes made a low, muffled scraping sound as they rolled on the bluestone pavement.

He turned his head, looked at the girl's bright eyes and the potato chips she was clutching tightly in her arms, and a smile spread across his lips.

He leaned forward, closing the distance between them.

The tip of his nose almost hit her forehead.

The cool fragrance, carrying the scents of mint and tobacco, enveloped her entirely.

Chen Lang stretched out his free hand.

With the knuckle of his index finger bent, he gently brushed the tip of her pert nose with extreme affection.

"Teacher Shen, I refuse any verbal thanks."

He straightened up, his tall figure shielding her from the blinding sunlight.

"Since you think Brother Lang is a good teacher, then you'll be in charge of washing the dishes for tonight's fish head tofu soup."

"Also, you have to give me half of that bag of barbecue-flavored potato chips you bought."

The rough, warm touch of the man's knuckles still lingered on the tip of her nose.

Shen Qingci's ears burned.

The tingling sensation in my fingertips traveled up my spine.

She hugged the bag of puffed snacks in her arms even tighter.

I tilted my head back, facing the sunlight, and looked into his deep, smiling eyes.

He nodded vigorously.

"it is good."

"I'll give you half."

She paused, her voice soft but carrying a stubborn determination to see things through to the end.

"I'll give them all to you."