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

The two had just stepped off the old street's cobblestone path when the daylight suddenly dimmed.

At the summit of Cangshan Mountain, thick, dark clouds pressed down on the mountain line, making it appear to sink downwards.

A sudden gust of wind whipped up from the ground, tearing at the rain shelters along the street. The metal frames creaked and rattled in the wind, and tourists who were leisurely taking photos all rushed to hide in the shops, turning the edge of the ancient city into chaos in an instant.

A gust of wind swept in, making the potato chips in Shen Qingci's arms rattle, and the plastic packaging almost slipped out of her arms.

Her pupils contracted slightly, her back arched immediately, and she pressed her arms down firmly on the bags of junk food, her steps being pushed back half a step by the wind.

Tomato, barbecue, and honey butter flavors—she clutched several bags of potato chips tightly to her heart, the corners of the packaging bags wrinkled from being pressed together.

Chen Lang stopped and looked up at the direction of the swirling clouds; the wind was heavy with moisture.

He tapped the side of his phone lightly with his knuckles: "I need to pour water in ten minutes at most."

The heavy truck was parked at the Cuizhulin RV campsite at the foot of Cangshan Mountain. It would be soaked to the bone if it drove back normally, even though it was more than ten kilometers away.

Shen Qingci tilted her head back against the strong wind, her fingertips still gripping the seal of the potato chip bag: "I can run back, I'm not afraid of the cold."

She didn't want the rain to ruin the things she had finally bought today.

Chen Lang didn't respond to her words. He took a long stride and cut to the outside, using his tall figure to block the draft from her.

He carried the heavy grouper and fruits and vegetables in one hand, leaving only his thumb to unlock his phone. His voice was lazy yet steady enough to drown out the wind: "Titan, take over the Black Knights, lock onto my bio-wave coordinates and come pick me up."

A metallic, low-pitched AI voice emanated from the live-stream microphone suspended in mid-air.

"The highest command has been confirmed. The Black Knight's underlying protocol has been activated and is expected to arrive at your current coordinates in 54 seconds. Sir, extreme convective weather has been detected. Please take precautions to keep warm with Ms. Shen."

The live stream, which was discussing the weather, paused for three seconds, and then the chat exploded.

[Voice-controlled summoning? This multi-million dollar motorcycle actually has an independent AI system?]

The phrase "Come pick me up" was so sweet it made my head spin!

[It started raining, and my boyfriend didn't use an umbrella, so he summoned Cybertronians to pick him up!]

Meanwhile, in the backyard of a cloud-top guesthouse, two kilometers away.

Several wealthy young men and motorcycle enthusiasts, seeking shelter from the rain, were standing under the rainproof glass walkway, taking photos of the spectacular view of the towering mountains overhead with their mobile phones.

The "Thug Black Knight" that was parked quietly in the private garage suddenly lit up with a dark blue halo on its streamlined instrument panel.

No one approached, but a series of dense mechanical clicking sounds came from inside the vehicle.

The hydraulic locking system automatically disengaged, and the invisible side spoilers unfolded close to the vehicle body. A deep engine roar reverberated, and even the glass canopy trembled slightly.

A handsome, rich guy dressed in trendy clothes lit a cigarette, and the cigarette fell from his mouth and hit his shoe without causing any reaction.

He stared intently at the vehicle and exclaimed, "The key isn't in the ignition, and nobody's riding it!"

The socialite next to her, who was live-streaming on her phone, screamed. Just as the camera was pointed at the carport, the black motorcycle roared with its engine down and slid out of the parking space at a smooth angle.

The guesthouse owner rushed out with a teacup in hand, watching as the black beast turned on its own, precisely avoiding the speed bump at the entrance, and plunged headlong into the windswept street.

The boss's hand trembled, spilling hot tea all over his crotch. After a long pause, he managed to choke out a terribly shrill exclamation: "Holy shit!"

Nearby residents crowded to the side of the street, their phone cameras all focused on the black car.

Less than a minute later, a deafening roar of an engine tearing through the air came from the far end of the old street, where the wind was howling.

The camera zoomed out abruptly following the sound, and under the dark sky, the Black Knight tore through the rolling dust on the street, stopping decisively in front of Chen Lang and Shen Qingci with a powerful sense of oppression.

The lateral hydraulic supports automatically popped out to firmly support the vehicle body, and the cold blue breathing lights flickered in the dim light before the rain, while the metal body shell gleamed with a cold light.

[Old Liu from the Extreme Motorcycle Alliance: I'm bowing down to you all! For a two-wheeled motorcycle to maintain dynamic balance and corner at its limit while unmanned, that evasive maneuver it just did was absolutely phenomenal! It's definitely equipped with a military-grade independent stabilization module!]

[I was there! That car really did drive away by itself! Our boss is still at the front desk pinching people's philtrum!]

Under the horrified gaze of hundreds of thousands of people across the internet, Chen Lang smiled nonchalantly.

Carrying the pile of fresh vegetables in his hand, he strode towards the eight-figure doomsday vehicle.

What happened next caused all the netizens who were frantically taking screenshots to have a heart attack on the spot.

Chen Lang casually hung the bag of grouper, which was still wagging its tail, on the right-side wind deflector attachment point, and then stuffed the muddy scallions into the hidden tool slot on the left.

He stuffed fresh strawberries and green mangoes into the elastic mesh bag in the back seat, and finally turned around, took the largest bag of tomato-flavored potato chips from Shen Qingci's arms, and secured it firmly to the center of the back seat with a strap.

A brightly colored, cheap packaging bag was placed atop the Black Knight's laser taillights.

Silver-black body, muddy scallions, a drifting grouper, and tomato-flavored potato chips.

The scene was so outrageous that the live stream switched from shock to chaotic disarray.

[A prototype motorcycle worth tens of millions of dollars is carrying a grouper! The world's only hydrogen-electric pulse motorcycle is carrying potato chips!]

[Qin Feng, the Unlearned and Incompetent: Master! I'm begging you! Can't you show a little respect for that car?! Even a small scratch on its paint is enough to buy an apartment! What do you mean by hanging scallions on it?!]

[Grouper: I've never ridden in such an expensive private car in my life. I can die in peace now.]

Shen Qingci frowned slightly as she looked at the bag of potato chips strapped to the scooter. "This scooter looks expensive. Isn't it a waste to use it to carry all this?"

Chen Lang climbed into the driver's seat, his long legs firmly planted on the ground. He gripped the handlebars with one hand, tilted his head, and smiled, his dark eyes gleaming. "Cars are made to work for people. Do you expect me to offer it three sticks of incense and worship it, just so my teacher Shen doesn't get to eat wet potato chips? That would be considered fulfilling its highest mission."

A sudden gust of wind whipped Shen Qingci's oversized windbreaker into a fluttering sound.

Chen Lang turned around, his rough fingertips brushing against her cold jawline.

Shen Qingci curled his fingers and grabbed the zipper of her windbreaker, pulling it all the way to the top to completely block the cold wind blowing towards her neck: "Get on."

Shen Qingci followed his example and climbed onto the high back seat. Chen Lang straightened up, his broad back blocking her way: "We'll get the water soon. It's windy, so hold on tight."

Shen Qingci wrapped her arms around his waist, tightly encircling the man's hard and firm waist and abdomen, her cold cheek pressed against his windproof coat.

Through the fabric of his clothes, she could hear the man's steady and powerful heartbeat.

The Black Knight let out a low growl and shot straight out of the old street.

A strong sense of acceleration washes over you, and the top-notch magnetic levitation suspension system minimizes road bumps, making the motorcycle remarkably stable even in strong winds.

Shen Qingci leaned against his back, her arms tightening little by little. Outside, sand and stones were flying everywhere, and all she could hear was the sound of the wind, the engine, and the warmth of his body.

Just as the motorcycle was about to rush out of the last intersection, an overloaded electric tricycle carrying a full load of bottled water swerved sharply to the left to avoid a stray dog ​​that suddenly darted into the road.

The tricycle lost control instantly on the slippery road, its rear wheels skidding wildly, the entire cargo box swerving sideways, and the rusty sheet metal heading straight for the right side of the motorcycle that was traveling at high speed.

Less than three meters away, the tricycle driver's scream tore through the wind.

Chen Lang's eyes darkened, and the Black Knight supercomputing center took over the vehicle in sync with his reaction.

The front-wheel aerospace-grade six-piston calipers locked instantly, while the rear wheels output pulse braking force in the opposite direction. The tires screeched as they rubbed against the bluestone slabs, and the smell of burning was carried away by the wind.

The motorcycle was pressed against the limit, coming to a stop less than ten centimeters from the rusty sheet metal of the tricycle.

The inertia struck suddenly, and Shen Qingci's body was thrown forward.

Chen Lang stomped his left foot heavily on the bluestone slab, using his terrifying core strength to suppress the tilting vehicle.

At the same instant, he reached back with his left hand and precisely pressed down on Shen Qingci's hands that were wrapped around his waist. His large, warm palm covered her trembling hands and held her firmly against his back.

Chen Lang's voice was steady and without the slightest lapse: "It's alright, I'm here."

[Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!!! What kind of godlike reaction speed is that?! With that braking distance, a normal car would have been crushed along with the rider!]

[The key point is that while he stepped on the cracked stone slab to stabilize the car, his first reaction was to reach out and protect his wife's hand!!! Details reveal character! I'm absolutely blown away by Lang Ge's action!]

With the crisis resolved, the Black Knight restarted and sped off along the West Sea Corridor.

The heavy truck camp in the distance finally came into view, and the doomsday armored RV, which cost 50 million yuan, was quietly parked at the foot of Cangshan Mountain.

Sensing the approach of the Black Knight, the giant rainproof sunshade on the side of the heavy truck automatically extends, silently creating a safe zone.

The Black Knight plunged headfirst under the awning, and the long-brewing downpour began.

Large raindrops pounded wildly on the roof, making one's eardrums tingle, but the timing was perfect, and not a single drop got wet.

Chen Lang pushed open the heavy armored hatch and strode into the carriage.

Shen Qingci's footsteps came from behind him. She followed him in, carrying a bag of potato chips. Just as Chen Lang was about to throw the fresh food into the refrigerator, the girl's voice suddenly floated from behind.

"Chen Lang".

His voice was soft, yet it carried a rare firmness.

Chen Lang turned around and raised an eyebrow.

Shen Qingci stood at the cabin door, backlit by the light of the torrential rain outside the window. Her fingertips fiddled with the corner of the bag of tomato-flavored potato chips, her jawline slightly raised, and beneath the thin layer of ice that had always surrounded her eyes, a tiny flame flickered.

"I'll cook the fish tonight."

Chen Lang leaned against the refrigerator, not saying a word, but a smile appeared in his dark eyes.

Shen Qingci pursed her lips. "I've looked at many recipes and remember the steps."

Chen Lang smirked: "Alright, Teacher Shen, are you planning to show off your skills to Brother Lang?"

"It's not just showing off."

She lowered her eyelashes, casting fine shadows on her eyelids, and spoke in a very soft voice, yet with a relentless determination.

"I just wanted to see just how difficult it is to cook a meal."