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

The streetlights outside the Binjiang Police Station were dim, and the river breeze blew in along the long street.

Zhao Yulan, who had just been kicked out of the house by the police, stood frozen at the bottom of the steps, carrying her platinum bag.

A champagne-colored haute couture suit shivered in the wind.

"Shen Jianguo, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Yulan raised her voice, "I was interrogated like a criminal by those junior police officers for so long, where the hell have you been?!"

Shen Jianguo, a prominent figure in Jiangcheng's building materials circle, has never even let out a loud sigh of relief in front of his wife in the past eighteen years.

But at that moment, Shen Jianguo did not look at her.

The man's eyes were bloodshot, and his chest heaved violently.

Zhao Yulan, who was used to being arrogant, completely ignored her husband's unusual behavior and turned to point at the tall and slender black figure on the steps.

"Are you blind?! Didn't you see that thug is still holding your daughter hostage?!"

Zhao Yulan gritted her teeth and turned to her husband, issuing a death order: "Go over there and beat him right now! Drag Qingci back here! Haven't we lost face enough today?!"

Behind the glass door of the police station, several police officers on duty and the head teacher, Lao Li, were peeking out from behind half of the door, eating melon seeds.

Old Li took a half step back, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and muttered in a low voice, "It's over, it's over. Although Boss Shen is usually mild-mannered, he's still a grown man... If he really makes a move for the sake of saving face, and Chen Lang is the kind of guy who won't back down, there's bound to be bloodshed tonight..."

on the steps.

Chen Lang bent his fingers and steadily supported the girl's legs.

The moment Chen Lang heard Zhao Yulan's shriek, he could clearly feel the slender body pressed against his back suddenly contract and tense up as if electrocuted.

Chen Lang pulled his arm a little closer and lifted the girl onto his back.

Standing at 1.85 meters tall, he stood ramrod straight, his broad back like a wall of sighs, completely shielding the girl from all wind and malicious gazes.

"Auntie." Chen Lang turned his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "There's a limit to pretending to be blind."

"You think that just because you turned off your phone, those twenty-three death warrants you sent out no longer exist?"

Chen Lang's gaze swept over the cracked screen of the phone in Shen Jianguo's hand.

"A height of sixty meters, do you understand the acceleration due to gravity? If you were to fall into water, it would be no different than if you were to fall onto concrete; your bones would shatter into pieces."

Shen Jianguo was suddenly jolted.

He supported himself on his thighs with both hands and slowly straightened up.

After regaining his footing, he raised his right arm and shoved the spare phone, which was still playing a video, less than ten centimeters in front of Zhao Yulan.

The pale backlight illuminated Zhao Yulan's fully made-up face.

On the screen, the girl closed her eyes and released her hands.

The white skirt plummeted into the darkness. The boy in black plunged into the abyss, clinging tightly to the girl.

The video is shaky, and the wind is howling.

"Hit him?" Shen Jianguo's voice trembled. "Zhao Yulan, if it weren't for him, you'd be fishing your daughter's broken bones out of the river right now!"

Shen Jianguo gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his arms, and tapped the screen hard.

"Open your eyes and look! You've brought this all upon yourself!"

The phone's speaker volume was turned up to the maximum.

The sound of the wind before the streamer fell and the electronic notification sounds of the viewers' comments were all heard without missing a single word.

Zhao Yulan panicked.

Her face was deathly pale, her red lips were slightly parted, and a dry, hissing sound came from her throat.

She wanted to back away, but her legs were rooted to the spot and she couldn't move.

Shen Jianguo didn't even glance at his wife.

He turned his head and dragged his stiff legs toward the steps.

Chen Lang stepped to the side, giving them some space.

Under the dim light of the overhead lamp in the porch, Shen Jianguo finally saw his daughter, who was wrapped up in a black coat.

The hem of the oversized men's work jacket was covered with yellow sand and mud from the riverbank.

The girl's once smooth, long hair was now tangled in knots, lying messily around her ears.

On his chin, there was a bloody scratch from being rubbed raw by the river sand, its redness starkly contrasting against his pale skin.

Shen Jianguo reached out his hand with trembling hands, and in the shadow of the hood, the girl slowly raised her eyelids.

Those eyes didn't flinch, nor did they shed tears. A deathly stillness filled their depths.

Shen Jianguo's fingers twitched a few times, but in the end he didn't dare to bring them down.

Chen Lang glanced at the father and daughter but didn't say anything.

Some things, no matter how much outsiders stab you in the back, can't be done for you. These cracks in the bloodline have to be mended by them themselves.

He gently placed Shen Qingci, whom he was carrying on his back, on the bench, pulled his coat tighter around himself, and lowered his voice: "Sit still and don't move. Let your dad stay with you for a while."

Shen Qingci didn't say anything, but the fingers that were gripping his sleeve hesitated for two seconds before slowly loosening their grip.

Chen Lang straightened up, put his hands in his pockets, took a few steps casually towards the end of the corridor, and stood against the corner wall.

To outsiders, this simply appears to be a sensible young man giving the father and daughter some space.

But in reality, Chen Lang's consciousness had already sunk into that pitch-black virtual space of the system.

Before my eyes, a semi-transparent holographic light screen floated and unfolded.

At the very top, the reputation value is displayed prominently: 31,200 points.

With a thought, Chen Lang brought up the [God-level Skill Tree].

The panel was filled with a dazzling array of items, each column radiating a deep blue light, as if holding endless allure.

【Wilderness Michelin-level Culinary Skills】—Exchange Value: 10 Points.

[God-level perfect pitch and performance] - Exchange value: 15 points.

【Sisters Military-Grade Hand-to-Hand Combat】—Exchange Value: 20 points.

Chen Lang scoffed, "One hundred thousand? I don't even have a fraction of that right now."

My gaze shifted to the gift pack containing 【Top-Tier Black Technology Lucky Draw ×1】.

This is an extra reward for completing the redemption mission previously.

"open."

Chen Lang muttered to himself.

The gift package flashed with golden light, and a torrent of information exploded in front of my retina.

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained: 1 Doomsday-level bulletproof RV truck.]

Vehicle codename: Mobile Fortress - Titan

[Armor Protection: Composite ceramic + electromagnetic reactive armor, 112mm thick bulletproof and blast-resistant glass, frontal protection against RPG hits.]

[Powertrain: Twin-turbocharged diesel-electric hybrid, 2400 horsepower, combined range of 3200 kilometers.]

[Interior Space: Master bedroom features a panoramic skylight with a starry dome design, a top-of-the-line kitchen, a separate wet and dry bathroom, and a side-opening terrace.]

[Intelligent System: Level 5 autonomous driving, fully automated driving in all road conditions, holographic projection entertainment system, miniature medical emergency station.]

[Parking location: Jiangcheng Lida Plaza East Side Comprehensive Parking Lot, C-3 Independent Parking Space.]

The information flow came to an abrupt halt.

Chen Lang stared at the panel for a full five seconds.

2400 horsepower, armor-piercing projectile resistance, holographic projection, L5 autonomous driving.

This means he can sleep on a zero-gravity mattress and let the AI ​​butler drive this 52-ton steel behemoth across the entire country.

Chen Lang's lips curled up.

Other transmigrators are given a broken ring at the start of their rebirth, and they're very stingy.

The system is great; it just sends you a mobile castle that can withstand RPGs.

With this thing, even if a nuclear bomb is dropped outside, he can still cook steak in his car with the air conditioning on.

Chen Lang's gaze shifted slightly, landing on the thin figure on his back, wrapped tightly in a black coat and huddled into a small ball.

The system clearly stated that the main mission was to take her away from Jiangcheng.

A ten-meter-long doomsday fortress with two bedrooms, a separate kitchen and bathroom, and global battery life.

Isn't this just a house that can run around in?

Consciousness withdrew from the system space, and external sounds flooded back into the eardrums.

Under the porch of the police station, Shen Jianguo was trembling as he reached out, trying to touch his daughter, who was wrapped in a coat.

Chen Lang glanced at that scene out of the corner of his eye.

In the shadow of the hood, the girl slowly raised her eyelids.

Those eyes didn't flinch, nor did they shed tears; they were deathly still, completely indifferent to anyone or anything in the outside world.

Even with her biological father standing right in front of her, her pupils remained unmoved.

Shen Jianguo's arm, which was raised in mid-air, began to tremble violently.

His fingers twitched a few times, but in the end, he didn't dare to bring his hand down.

He feared that his rough touch would shatter his daughter, who was already broken into dust, completely.

Shen Jianguo withdrew his hand and yanked off his tie.

He took off his custom-made suit, which was soaked with cold sweat.

With his hands gripping the shoulders of the suit jacket, Shen Jianguo gently draped the suit jacket over Chen Lang's black coat.

The hem of the dress was pulled up to cover the girl's exposed feet.

After doing all this, Shen Jianguo suddenly turned around.

He stepped down two steps and stood directly in front of Zhao Yulan.

He spread his arms to shield Chen Lang and the girl on his back behind him.

"Zhao Yulan!"

Shen Jianguo stared with bloodshot eyes.

"For the past eighteen years, I've tolerated you and given in to you because I thought your bottom line as a mother was wanting the best for her! But today you fucking almost killed her!"

Shen Jianguo's voice cracked.

"720 points! Top ten in the province! Do you know how this score was achieved?!"

"It was something she bought with eighteen years of blissful, unfulfilled existence, eighteen years of vibrant self-expression, all reduced to ashes!"

"She gave you her life, and you still think she's not perfect enough! What more do you want from her?"

"Do you only feel satisfied if she rips out her heart and lays it bloody in your Birkin bag?!"

Chen Lang leaned against a cement pillar, his eyes half-closed.

The lollipop that had been stuck in his mouth with sand was long gone, and now his mouth was empty, his teeth gently tapping against his lower lip.

Shen Jianguo's words sounded as if they were being torn from his chest, blood and flesh.

After eighteen years of being a coward, I finally got my spine set tonight.

With a "thump".

Zhao Yulan collapsed completely onto the rough cement floor.

The champagne-colored suit was stained with black ash, and the expensive Birkin bag rolled to the side of the sewage outlet a meter away.

She looked up at her husband, whom she had once manipulated at will, but couldn't utter a sound.

Tears mixed with her smudged makeup fell down.