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

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Chen Lang confirmed with his mind that the semi-transparent liquid slid down his throat.

The sound of raindrops hitting the roof of the car was amplified infinitely, and the frequency of each droplet breaking was clearly discernible.

At the edge of the campsite, the muffled thud of tent guy lines being pulled, the gurgling sound of water overflowing the drainage ditch, and even the rustling of leaves rubbing together ten meters away filled my ears.

Chen Lang closed his eyes, and the sensory network spread outwards.

Ten meters, thirty meters, fifty meters.

Under a rain shelter at the edge of the camp, two men smoking spoke in hushed tones.

"Did you see the video from earlier today? The heavy truck ran over the native bushes in Dali, and the chassis was completely covered in branches."

"It's trending on social media this morning. These livestreamers are willing to risk their lives for views; what's a little vegetation damage? I heard the authorities have already launched an investigation."

"That blogger's name is Chen Lang, right? He's definitely done for this time."

Chen Lang lifted his eyelids, his gaze passing over the coffee table and landing on Shen Qingci.

"Take off your headphones and take a break."

Shen Qingci paused, took off the wireless earphone that had just been put on her ear, and held it in her palm.

She turned her knees towards Chen Lang, her gaze direct: "What happened?"

Chen Lang didn't answer, but instead tapped on his phone screen.

It ranked third on Douyin's trending search list.

"Where is the bottom line of environmental protection: Chen Lang, a popular internet celebrity with millions of followers, drove his heavy truck over virgin shrubs in Dali?"

The video is only seven seconds long.

The image was deliberately cropped, showing a post-apocalyptic heavy truck running over a patch of low bushes, splashing mud and water, and its tires crushing branches and leaves.

The accompanying text bluntly concluded: "Do heroes who save lives possess privileges that place them above nature?"

The comment section has already been flooded with comments.

[They have no bottom line when it comes to chasing traffic; I suggest they be banned across the entire internet!]

[Does saving someone give them the right to act like an outlaw? Destroying the ecosystem will inevitably backfire.]

[A local resident has spoken out, claiming that the area may contain endangered plants, and the authorities must investigate thoroughly!]

The accompanying text included several crudely synthesized comparison images, forcibly identifying ordinary miscellaneous wood as a rare species, along with a lengthy and heartbreaking statement.

Shen Qingci stared at the screen, her chest heaving in a completely disordered rhythm.

She pressed her lips down and held the black sandalwood prayer beads on her right wrist with her left hand.

The knuckles protruded, and the round beads dug into the flesh, leaving deep red marks.

A spasm ran through my stomach, my throat tightened, and the sound of the rain around me began to fade.

The harsh sounds of keyboard clapping and curses from the depths of my memory surged up.

Chen Lang slammed his phone face down on the coffee table.

He didn't ask any questions, but leaned forward directly.

A large, dry palm pressed firmly on the top of Shen Qingci's head.

The passive aura "God-level Emotional Domain" has been triggered.

"Close your eyes." The voice was deep, resonating with the sound of the chest.

Chen Lang ran his fingers through her soft hair, pressing his thumb against the roots.

His signature minty, tobacco-infused, cool scent pressed down on me.

That aura cut off all surrounding noise, locking her firmly within its own territory.

Shen Qingci's back, which had been taut like a bow, gradually slumped under the warmth of his body.

She lowered her head, her rapid breathing gradually becoming longer.

It's always the same; as long as this person stands in front of her, the chill that could drown her is always forcibly dispelled by a powerful warmth.

She turned her head away, her voice muffled in her throat, tinged with a faint, hesitant quality.

"My second year of high school."

Chen Lang did not interrupt, and his palm movements remained steady.

"Someone posted on the school forum that I gave gifts to my homeroom teacher in exchange for a guaranteed admission spot in the physics competition."

She swallowed hard. "On Baidu Tieba and QQ Space, it was shared thousands of times in three days. When I walked into the classroom, everyone was silent, staring straight at me."

The prayer beads rubbed against the wrist bone, producing a dull sound.

"My mom blames me for not being good enough and wants me to get first place in the grade to prove myself."

"I took the exam. But the post is still there, and they changed their story, saying that I was scheming and that my grades were all due to underhanded means."

Shen Qingci raised her left hand.

Beneath the black Buddhist beads, the dense, faded pink scratches from years past were clearly visible under the wall lamp.

That night, I stood on the rooftop of the teaching building.

Her tone was flat and even, without any inflection, "I thought that as long as I jumped, I would never hear those sounds again."

Chen Lang's hand slid down the back of her neck and grabbed her wrist, which was hanging in mid-air.

The pad of his thumb pressed against the prayer beads, perfectly covering the old scars.

"In your second year of high school, there was no one behind you."

"So you have no choice but to withdraw."

Shen Qingci's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Chen Lang leaned down, his deep black eyes meeting hers directly.

"This time is different."

"This time, I'm standing in front of you."

"You just sit here and eat your tomato-flavored potato chips, and watch how I peel the skin off these haters."

Shen Qingci stared at him intently.

She loosened her clenched fingers and grabbed Chen Lang's wrist with her other hand.

"it is good."

VIP ward of a private hospital in Shanghai.

Long Shao leaned against the hospital bed, his right arm in a cast across his chest, his left thumb frantically swiping up his phone screen.

It ranked third on the trending searches, with over 100 million views and 600,000 discussions.

He tilted his head back and let out a few laughs.

"You want to cripple one of my hands? Fine."

The screen's pale blue light shone on his face.

"Buying a trending topic for two million is fucking worth it."

The ward door was pushed open.

A middle-aged man in a black suit strode in, followed by two lawyers carrying briefcases.

"Young Master, the second phase of the public opinion campaign has been launched. Tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, several influential environmental figures will be there to set the tone."

Young Master Long raised an eyelid: "What did the old man say?"

"Chairman Long's idea is to first use diplomacy and then resort to force. Once enough public pressure is created, the other party will be forced to publicly kowtow and admit their mistakes, thus winning without bloodshed."

Long Shao smirked, "Kowtowing? I want him to kneel in front of the camera and lick the mud off the ground."

Just as the man in the suit was about to strike up a conversation, his cell phone vibrated in his pocket.

He frowned as he looked at the caller ID.

"Young Master, Director Wang Rui is calling again. He probably sensed something was wrong and is trying to gauge the situation."

Long Shao grabbed a glass of water from the bedside table and smashed it at the feet of the man in the suit.

Glass shards flew everywhere.

"Go ahead and scout it out! Just a couple of days ago they were wagging their tails behind that guy surnamed Chen, and now they're scared?"

"Tell that old dog that once my dad has played Chen Lang to death, he'll be next to be kicked out."

The man in the suit avoided the mess on the floor and respectfully withdrew.

Long Shao lay back down on the pillow, staring at the ceiling with a cold smile.

"Enjoy this moment, you bridge-jumping hero."

Inside the RV, the rain was pouring down.

The halo of light from the wall lamp fell on Shen Qingci's thin shoulder blades.

She wasn't asleep; she was curled up in a corner of the sofa, a blanket draped over her knees, her fingers unconsciously fiddling with the prayer beads.

Her breathing had become completely steady, and the redness at the corners of her eyes had not yet completely faded, but her gaze was fixed on Chen Lang without fail.

Chen Lang glanced at her, then reached out and pulled the blanket back up, covering her exposed shoulders.

Shen Qingci pressed down on the edge of the blanket and lowered her voice.

"How do you plan to retaliate?"

Chen Lang paused, then lazily lifted his eyelids.

"Isn't Shen sleepy yet?"

"I can't sleep."

Her gaze swept over the upside-down phone, and her throat tightened.

"The comments are spreading abnormally fast, and the trending topics are climbing too quickly, which clearly indicates that a paid online commentator is manipulating things behind the scenes."

"The video editing was crude, and the images were heavily composited."

"I can help you with timeline comparison. Live broadcast replay footage, heavy truck driving logs, a list of local vegetation distribution in Dali, plus frame-by-frame analysis of the video footage, can piece together a complete chain of evidence."

Chen Lang looked at her quietly.

Those eyes, which were usually covered by a thin layer of ice, were now burning with a fire.

"Chen Lang".

Shen Qingci straightened his back, and the blanket slipped down to his arm.

"I don't want to always hide behind you and wait for you to clean up the mess." She emphasized her words, "I can help you too."

The coldness in Chen Lang's eyes vanished completely.

He pulled the blanket up around her again and gently rubbed her hair with his warm palm.

"OK."

A glint of light flashed in Shen Qingci's eyes.

Chen Lang leaned back on the sofa, reverting to his usual nonchalant demeanor.

"Student Shen is stationed at the rear to thoroughly investigate the chain of evidence."

"We'll keep a detailed record of who started the trend, who hired online trolls, and who photoshopped the images."

He lowered his gaze slightly and brought up the system panel.

In the very center of the semi-transparent interface, the shimmering golden [God-level Skill Lottery Ticket] floated silently.

Shen Qingci couldn't see the system, but she saw Chen Lang staring into the void, his gaze gradually darkening.

She didn't say anything to disturb them.

Pick up your phone, open the notes app, and create a new document. Type four words in the title bar: "Public Opinion Counterattack."

Chen Lang glanced at the words on the screen out of the corner of his eye, a bloodthirsty smile curving his lips.

Click to use.

A burst of golden light erupted, and countless code characters cascaded down the retina like a waterfall before finally freezing in place.

[Congratulations, host, you have acquired a god-level skill: Hacking Techniques (Max Level)]

[Skills Description: Master the world's most advanced network attack and defense techniques. Zombie computer capture, IP address tracing, encryption cracking, and underlying logic modification. In the deluge of data, you are the only god.]

Chen Lang stared at the line of instructions for three seconds, then let out a very low, cold laugh.

"Young Master Long, is it? These days even online trolls don't follow the basic rules anymore."

He picked up his phone, the screen's dim light illuminating his sharp brow bone.

Long, slender fingers tapped rapidly on the screen.

In the eyes of a master hacker, those cleverly disguised online troll accounts, those environmental influencers disguised as experts, and those IP addresses with multiple encryptions are all rendered useless by any protection.

Registration information, transaction records, MAC addresses of devices used for backend control, and even chat logs showing instructions issued.

Everything was transformed into a clear data stream, presented to him without reservation.

Chen Lang lightly tapped the edge of his phone with his knuckles.

"Since you've put your face up here, you're just wasting your time playing this high-level game if you don't slap yourself a few times."