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

The torrential rain pounded on the roof of the truck, causing the entire heavy truck to tremble.

Chen Lang pushed open the heavy armored hatch, and Shen Qingci followed behind, carrying the bag of potato chips.

The soles of their shoes left several wet stains on the temperature-controlled black walnut wood floor.

The intelligent sphere suspended in mid-air glowed blue.

[Sir, extreme weather has been detected. Dehumidification, temperature control, and kitchen safety mode have been automatically activated. The current interior temperature is 26 degrees Celsius and the humidity is 42%, suitable for cooking.]

Shen Qingci stood at the cabin door. Outside the 360-degree bulletproof glass, Cangshan Mountain was swallowed by the torrential rain, and Erhai Lake was also indistinct.

The interior ceiling light automatically adjusted to a warm yellow, and the fireplace projection danced on the wall.

She placed the bag of tomato-flavored potato chips in the middle of the sofa, walked to the kitchen counter, and laid out the grouper, scallions, tofu, green peppers, and potatoes one by one.

Chen Lang took off his windbreaker and draped it over the back of the chair. He walked to the counter, leaned on the counter with one hand, and glanced at the pile of ingredients.

"Great, is Professor Shen planning to take charge personally?"

Shen Qingci didn't reply. She lowered her eyes and pressed her fingers against the edge of the table.

Chen Lang straightened up, pulled a clean apron off the hook, and threw it into her arms.

"Don't pretend, just say you want me to do it."

Shen Qingci gripped the edge of her apron tightly, the waterproof fabric forming stiff wrinkles.

She raised her head, her eyes revealing a stubborn, unyielding resolve.

I want to try it.

Chen Lang didn't say anything, but reached out and rolled up the cuffs of her overly long windbreaker to above her elbows.

His rough fingers paused for half a second as they brushed against the black sandalwood prayer beads on her wrist.

There are fine scratches on the bottom of the prayer beads.

He didn't ask or say much, he just folded his cuffs more neatly.

"Okay, you're the head chef tonight."

He took a step back, put his hands in his pockets, and leaned against the refrigerator.

"I'll just keep an eye on things, so you don't blow up the kitchen."

The live stream chat was filled with comments.

[Teacher Shen is going to cook? This is the first time!]

Cooking isn't like solving math problems; there are no standard answers!

[Brother Lang really delegated authority this time; I would have snatched the blame long ago.]

Shen Qingci tied her apron, opened her phone, and clicked on a recipe video.

The food blogger on the screen is deftly slicing potatoes into shreds.

She stared at the screen three times, picked up a knife, and followed the example in the video to slice the potato vertically.

With the first cut, the potato slices were a full finger thick.

She pursed her lips and adjusted the angle.

The second cut was thinner, but the edges were uneven.

The third cut, the fourth cut.

Ten minutes later, the potato shreds on the cutting board were uneven.

The thickest ones are like French fries, and the thinnest ones break into crumbs.

Shen Qingci stopped gripping the knife, his hand tensing.

The blade remained pressed against the cutting board, motionless.

The low-frequency hum of the kitchen range hood gradually overlapped in her ears with the sound of high heels tearing on a bag of potato chips, a sound she remembered from her past.

That familiar female voice seemed to pierce through bulletproof glass, each word striking the eardrums.

If you can't even do this little thing right, what else can you do?

Haters in the live stream took the opportunity to stir up trouble.

[Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter! A Tsinghua/Peking University reserve student got solo-killed by a potato!]

[Potato: So what if you got a perfect score in physics? You still can't do anything to me.]

[His "academic genius" persona has crumbled; he can't even cut potato shreds properly, yet he's trying to act all down-to-earth.]

[Don't be so mean, upstairs. Everyone makes the same mistake the first time they cook.]

I think it's all an act; the rich girl is just experiencing life.

Shen Qingci slowed her breathing, and the blade froze on the cutting board.

Chen Lang leaned against the refrigerator, lazily lifting his eyelids to glance at the live stream comments.

He reached out and pressed the back of the knife, moving it away from her hand.

"What's wrong with not being able to cut potato shreds properly?"

Chen Lang's tone was casual, but his eyes were sharp. "Does 'Tomato and Egg Stir-fry' require passing the TEM-8 (Test for English Majors-Level 8)?"

"If you cut something like a Michelin-starred chef the first time you cook, will you instantly become a superstar and effortlessly get a Le Cordon Bleu diploma?"

The chat instantly fell silent.

Chen Lang tugged at the corners of his mouth, his smile so thin it was chilling.

"You guys are so stubborn even through the screen, but in real life you probably can't even tear open a packet of instant noodle seasoning properly, right?"

"That's enough, do you really think you're some kind of cyberpunk granny?"

The live stream was silent for two seconds, then exploded completely.

[Holy crap! Cyber ​​Granny, hahaha! Brother Lang's insults are spot on!]

[Who understands? This sentence completely erases all the hurt I felt when I was scolded as a child!]

[He's protecting her! He's not doing it for her, he's shielding her from malice!]

[Just now, I came out and acted all sarcastic! So what if my first time cooking looks a little ugly? Did I eat your rice?]

Ten minutes later, Shen Qingci soaked the shredded potatoes in water and began to prepare the green peppers and shredded meat.

She turned on the stove, poured in the oil, and waited for the oil to heat up.

As the green peppers hit the pan, oil splattered everywhere, flying straight towards her wrist.

Chen Lang stepped forward and placed his hand on the outside of her wrist.

Oil droplets landed on the back of his hand, burning several obvious red spots.

Shen Qingci pulled her wrist back, but Chen Lang didn't let go. He turned his head and smiled.

"Keep going, don't stop."

The red mark on the back of his hand seemed to disappear.

Shen Qingci swallowed hard, then gripped the spatula tightly again and stirred the contents of the wok.

She stared at the food in the pot, meticulously calculating the cooking time according to the recipe.

Three minutes later, a burnt smell wafted out.

Shen Qingci immediately turned off the stove.

The green peppers in the pot had blackened edges, and the shredded meat had shrunk into a ball.

She stood there holding the plate, her shoulders and back ramrod straight, her fingers gripping the edge of the plate.

Chen Lang walked over, picked up his chopsticks, and took a bite.

He chewed twice and then scooped half a plate of stir-fried green peppers and pork into his own bowl.

"A bit too salty, but it'll make the rice taste better."

His tone was languid, as if he were commenting on an ordinary home-cooked dish.

The live stream chat was flooded with comments.

[I'm blown away! Lang Ge's line was absolutely brilliant!]

When I was a child, I was scolded the first time I cooked, and I was so afraid to go into the kitchen ever again. Now, seeing this scene, I can't stop crying.

This is true acceptance! It's not about saying you did a great job, it's about saying even if it's burnt, you can still eat it!

Shen Qingci looked down at him as he ate, her fingers, which were tightly gripping her apron, slowly loosening.

Her throat bobbed, and her voice was hoarse.

"Is it really edible?"

Chen Lang poured the rest of the stir-fried green peppers and pork into his own bowl, picked up an absurdly thick shredded potato and took a bite.

"This one has character."

Shen Qingci looked up at him, and the corners of her lips turned up slightly.

The fish head tofu soup turned out surprisingly well; the color of the soup wasn't particularly appealing, but the flavor was delicious.

When Shen Qingci took his first sip, the hand holding the bowl paused.

She lowered her head and slowly finished drinking, as if confirming for the first time that she could actually make something palatable.

After dinner, Shen Qingci cleared the table of dishes.

She stacked the plates and bowls, walked to the sink, reached for the scouring pad, her back habitually straight, and her breathing low.

Chen Lang walked over with his hands in his pockets and reached out to press down on the back of her hand that was holding the scouring pad.

"There's no need to wash this car by hand."

He casually opened the dishwasher compartment door and took the plate from her hand, placing it directly into the dish rack.

Chen Lang closed the warehouse door and raised his chin.

"Titan, high-temperature wash."

[Instruction received. Dishwasher has started. Estimated time: 45 minutes.]

Shen Qingci stood by the kitchen counter, her gaze fixed on the closed metal door frame.

The tableware covered in grease and broth was put directly into the machine, and a few simple voice commands solved everything.

The two snuggled into the sofa, where the coffee table was covered with opened potato chips, strawberries, green mangoes, and mints.

Outside the car window, the torrential rain formed a curtain of water, while inside the car, the warm yellow light cast the shadows of the two people onto the floor.

Chen Lang opened the two-player puzzle game and handed the controller to Shen Qingci.

"Come on, Teacher Shen, play a couple of rounds with Brother Lang."

Shen Qingci took the controller and stared at the screen.

She pressed the jump and attack buttons in reverse order, causing her character to fall into pits repeatedly.

After falling into the pit for the third time, she gripped the handle tightly and tried to breathe softly.

Chen Lang leaned back lazily on the sofa.

"Falling into a pit won't deduct points from my college entrance exam score, so I'll keep going."

Shen Qingci pursed her lips and started operating again.

Ten minutes later, the two worked together to pass the first challenge.

She stared at the "pass" message on the screen, holding the controller in her arms.

Chen Lang switched to a cheesy, melodramatic TV series, and the plot happened to show a controlling mother tearing up her daughter's college acceptance letter.

Shen Qingci stopped biting into the potato chip.

Chen Lang didn't rush to change the channel, but pushed the barbecue-flavored potato chips next to her.

Shen Qingci remained silent for a few seconds, then picked up a piece and took a bite.

The crisp sound drowned out the argument in the TV series.

The live stream screen was filled with comments.

This is the true meaning of travel! It's pouring rain outside, but inside you have someone to eat burnt food and play games with!

I was eating instant noodles and watching a live stream in my rented room when I suddenly felt like I'd lost everything in life.

[Brother Lang has turned RV living into a top-notch mental sanatorium!]

Haters continued to send comments mocking Chen Lang for not doing "Extreme Challenge" today and for relying solely on talking about his love life to fill the live stream.

However, the backend data showed a reversal and a surge, with the number of concurrent online users consistently exceeding 450,000 and the number of followers constantly being updated.

Qin Feng appeared in the live chat with his real name and sent more than a dozen "Carnival" messages.

[Qin Feng, the good-for-nothing: Master! I'm buying a motorhome and running away from home tomorrow!]

Shanghai, Xingyao Interactive Entertainment Data Monitoring Center.

Wang Rui stared at the real-time data on the screen, his brows furrowed.

"Did Chen Lang's slice-of-life content have a higher retention rate than the clips from 'Go Fighting!'?"

The data analyst next to him nodded.

"Yes, Mr. Wang. The average viewing time per user is 23 minutes, far exceeding the industry average."

Wang Rui leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the table.

"The real value of this account is that it makes people want to live like this."

VIP ward in a private hospital.

Long Shao leaned against the hospital bed, his phone screen showing a picture of Chen Lang and Shen Qingci in their RV on a rainy night.

He stared at the screen for a while, his fingers gripping the edge of the phone tightly, his breathing becoming increasingly heavy.

The ward door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man in a black suit walked in, followed by two lawyers.

"Young Master, Chairman Long asked me to handle this matter."

Young Master Long raised his head and looked at the person who had come.

"What did my dad say?"

"Chairman Long said, let's take a softer approach."

The middle-aged man took a document out of his briefcase and handed it over.

"This is the prepared public opinion strategy, which will be launched across the entire network starting tomorrow."

Long Shao took the document, glanced at it, and tossed his phone aside.

"Proceed according to the plan."

Chen Lang glanced at the time and raised his hand towards the floating sphere.

"Alright, no bungee jumping or cliff jumping today. After work, Brother Lang will watch some melodramatic soap operas with the kids."

Shen Qingci sat down next to him with a can of potato chips in her arms. She didn't object to being called a kid, but simply handed him the worst-tasting honey butter flavor.

Chen Lang took it, opened it, and put it in his mouth, his brows immediately furrowing.

"Who invented this thing? Can we apply for charges of crimes against humanity?"

Shen Qingci's eyes curved into a smile.

Before the live stream ended, the camera panned one last time to the torrential rain outside the window, the snacks on the table, the game controller, the empty plate of burnt food, and her bright eyes.

The image freezes, and the live stream goes black.

The live stream has ended. Thank you for watching.

Chen Lang leaned back on the sofa, and a semi-transparent system panel popped up in front of him.

[This live stream sparked widespread emotional resonance, earning +100000 reputation points. Current reputation points: 8183000.]

[The number of followers has surpassed 120 million, with a short-term increase of 38 followers, achieving the milestone of one million followers.]

[Rewards: Reputation Points +500000, Senses Enhancement Potion x1, Divine Skill Lottery Ticket x1.]