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

The rain outside the RV lasted all night.

The roof trembled from the waterline, the temperature control system kept the moisture out of the cabin, and the thin laptop on the dining table gleamed.

The trending topic is still in third place, and the title is like a piece of dirty paper stuck to the screen, impossible to wipe away no matter how hard you try.

Chen Lang sat on the sofa, his black earrings gleaming metallic in the light from the screen.

His eyes were half-closed, his hands rested on the keyboard, and he looked as relaxed as if he had just woken up.

However, the data on the screen has already started to queue up.

The online troll accounts, posting times, forwarding paths, comment templates, the same set of profile pictures, and the same set of text and punctuation were all broken down into tables by Titan and laid out along the timeline.

Shen Qingci stood behind him, not even bothering to pull the blanket up to her arm.

She stared at the screen; the posts from those accounts were all too familiar.

"A ban is recommended."

"Stop washing."

Does saving lives justify destroying the environment?

Every sentence was like filth unearthed from the old school forum, given a different name, and then splashed onto Chen Lang.

She held the sandalwood prayer beads on her wrist with her left hand; the beads bore old marks.

My breathing slowed down a beat, and my back straightened.

Chen Lang didn't even turn his head, but raised his hand and placed his phone face down on the table.

Don't read the comments.

Shen Qingci did not resign.

She pulled the blanket back over her shoulders, walked around to the other side of the dining table, sat down, and turned on her laptop.

"I watched the live replay."

Chen Lang paused typing for half a second.

Shen Qingci had already opened the background cache and pulled up the complete footage of the heavy truck passing the edge of Cangshan Mountain that afternoon.

She divided the video time, GPS track, and vehicle driving log into three columns, and then opened the publicly available information on the distribution of local plants in Dali, comparing them one by one.

The screen light fell on her pale face, making the very faint red beauty mark at the corner of her eye stand out clearly.

Her voice was low, but her enunciation was steady.

"They cut seven seconds, so there were twenty-six minutes less before and after."

"In the full footage, the heavy truck was traveling on a temporary emergency road, and there were no barriers or protective signs in the area where the tires passed."

"The low-lying vegetation has a leaf shape that closely resembles that of the purple-stemmed eupatorium."

She dragged the screenshot into the document and added a timestamp.

"Chen Lang, this can serve as the first layer of evidence."

Chen Lang turned his head to look at her.

She sat upright, her hands gripping the edge of the keyboard, the heels of her palms pressing down quite heavily.

The thin layer of frost that has always separated people from the eyes is still there, but there is a fire beneath the frost, burning quietly.

Chen Lang smiled.

"Is Shen online?"

Shen Qingci did not look up.

"Um."

She typed the document title.

List of evidence for the counterattack in the media campaign.

Chen Lang chuckled and looked back at the screen.

"Okay, then examine the chain of evidence."

He raised his hand and tapped the table.

"Titan cross-compare publicly available data, vehicle logs, and samples of online trolls on the platform. All privacy-related content is anonymized, and what can be submitted to the platform and officials is compiled into a compliant version."

The suspended ball lit up with a blue light.

[Received, evidence package being generated.]

[Estimated time: 3 minutes and 20 seconds.]

Shen Qingci looked up at him.

"You don't use those things?"

Chen Lang leaned back in his chair and lazily raised an eyebrow.

"Even beating a dog requires a procedure."

"Once the evidence is handed out, the dog will run into the wall on its own."

On the right side of the screen, Titan pieced together a public relations campaign record from public records and platform receipts.

Account matrix.

Distribution period.

Access to trending search traffic.

The contact email address for Chenhai Public Relations.

The payment header for Black Star Network Water Army Studio.

Each one is like a nail, driven into the same name.

Young Master Long.

Chen Lang glanced at the line of names, and the smile on his lips faded.

"It really is him."

Shen Qingci's hands stopped on the keyboard.

"Xingyao will try to shift the blame."

"Let them dump it."

Chen Lang's hand landed back on the keyboard. "The faster they try to shift the blame, the more it shows they know the pot is hot."

Titan popped up the first report.

[Plant atlas comparison complete.]

[The main vegetation in the area traversed by heavy trucks is *Eupatorium adenophorum*, accounting for 87%.]

Publicly available information shows that *Eupatorium adenophorum* is among the first batch of invasive alien species listed in China, posing a threat to native vegetation and livestock safety.

[Conclusion and Recommendation: This area can apply for verification of invasive alien species eradication.]

Shen Qingci looked at those few lines of text and slowly loosened her grip on the prayer beads.

She copied the conclusion into the evidence list and arranged the screenshots of the live replay, vehicle trajectory, and links to publicly available information in order.

"This can be sent to the Forestry Bureau."

"This is the platform."

"This document is for the Culture and Tourism Bureau, explaining that the route does not enter the protected area."

Chen Lang watched her operate the device, his dark eyes smiling as he rested his chin on his hand.

"Who said you could only get into Tsinghua or Peking University?"

Shen Qingci paused in her actions.

"Nobody said that."

"Now I'll speak."

Chen Lang drawled out his words.

"With Shen's brain, he could easily wreak havoc in a propaganda war."

She paused for a moment while typing, and the light made her ears appear a pale red.

"Don't interrupt."

Chen Lang chuckled softly and turned back to continue processing the documents.

At the same time, in a small courtyard at the foot of Cangshan Mountain.

Ye Xingyu, wrapped in that oversized black windbreaker, huddled by the window.

Rainwater trickled down the glass, and the mountain shadows outside were pressed into a dark mass by the curtain of water.

Her phone screen was lit up.

The third line on the trending topics list pierced my eyes.

Chen Lang, a social media influencer with millions of followers, drove his heavy truck over the primeval shrubs in Dali. Where is the bottom line for environmental protection?

Ye Xingyu's hand holding the phone trembled slightly.

She recognized the procedure.

A seven-second edited video, several environmental influencers speaking out at the same time, unified censorship rhetoric in the comments section, followed by the spread by marketing accounts, and finally the company issuing a statement to distance itself from the issue.

She was detained at Xingyao Interactive Entertainment for two years. When this set of materials leaked out of the conference room, even the punctuation had a template feel to it.

This time, they targeted the person who dragged her back from the sea.

Ye Xingyu bit the inside of her lower lip, and the taste of rust seeped out.

She looked down and opened Chen Lang's homepage, then scrolled to the private message entry.

Su Niannian came over from the side, and when she saw the title on the screen, her face darkened.

"Xingyu, don't get involved in this."

Ye Xingyu did not turn around.

Su Niannian lowered her voice.

"Young Master Long is insane right now. If you send those things out, he'll definitely bite you."

Ye Xingyu stared at the input box for a few seconds.

She types very fast.

"Mr. Chen Lang, I am Ye Xingyu."

"This trending topic strategy comes from Xingyao Interactive Entertainment's commonly used public opinion tactics. I have screenshots of the internal process and records of communication with Chenhai PR."

"I can provide it if you need it."

Press the send button.

She held the back of her phone with her palm pressed against it, her breathing very low.

Su Niannian looked at her.

"Aren't you afraid of his retaliation?"

Ye Xingyu raised her head.

His face was pale, but his eyes shone brightly.

"He pulled me out of the water."

She gripped her phone tightly.

"I can't stand by and watch others smear mud on him."

Inside the RV, Chen Lang's phone lit up.

Ye Xingyu's private message popped up in the notification bar.

He glanced at it but didn't click on it immediately.

Shen Qingci also saw that name.

Her gaze lingered on the screen for half a second before she looked down and continued organizing the documents.

Chen Lang looked at her pretending not to see anything, pressed his tongue against his back teeth, and suppressed a smile in his throat.

Are you jealous?

Shen Qingci typed the last period.

"no."

"oh."

Chen Lang nodded.

"That's like pickled fish coming to life."

Shen Qingci looked up at him.

"Chen Lang".

"exist."

"Now is the time to fight back."

Chen Lang raised his hands, cooperating perfectly.

"Received, Commander Shen."

The Titan's blue light shone again.

[Evidence package has been generated.]

[Package 1: Plant atlas, publicly available information, vehicle tracking data, live stream replay.]

[Package 2: Abnormal topic propagation curve, sample of paid online accounts, and database of duplicate copy.]

Package Three: Public records of Chenhai PR's business operations, clues to fund flows, and materials from platform complaints.

Chen Lang dragged the screenshot sent by Ye Xingyu into Package No. 3, and marked the source as pending verification.

He didn't preach any grand principles in front of the computer; he simply sent out the compliance reporting materials one by one.

Dali Forestry Bureau.

Dali Culture and Tourism Bureau.

Platform complaint email address.

There are also several mainstream media outlets that have debunked rumors.

At the end of the email, he attached the coordinates of an ecotourism resource.

It was after he drove his 52-ton heavy truck over the purple-stemmed eupatorium and smashed through the vines and ruins that he led Shen Qingci to that secret alpine meadow.

Latitude and longitude positioning is accurate to six decimal places.

Below are a few lines of concise data, indicating the ecological carrying capacity of this area facing Cangshan Mountain and Erhai Lake, recommended walking routes for tourists, the Leave No Trace camping protection plan, and key sections along the way where invasive alien species need to be regularly cleared.

Chen Lang typed the last line very slowly.

It was provided free of charge to the Dali Culture and Tourism Department, with the sole requirement that the local ecology be protected.

Shen Qingci looked at the words, her hand that had been fiddling with the prayer beads stopping at her wrist.

On the sea off Hainan Island, a yacht is brightly lit.

Qin Feng, wearing a bathrobe, was scrolling through his phone when he saw the trending search terms. His wine glass tilted to one side, spilling wine onto the expensive carpet.

He stared at the comments section for more than ten seconds, his face darkening completely.

"Dare to slander my master?"

He turned and rushed into the cabin, grabbing the phone.

"The legal team got involved, the public relations team got involved, and the platform relations team got involved."

The person on the other end of the phone had just spoken.

Qin Feng stepped onto the edge of the sofa, his head of messy, silver-gray hair standing on end.

"Should I ask my dad?"

"Tell him I'll do it myself."

"Anyone who doesn't come doesn't need to come to work tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, he sent a message to Chen Lang.

"Master, I've already called for backup!"

"Lawyers, PR, and the platform are all on their way, so please be patient!"

Inside the RV, Chen Lang glanced at it and replied with four words.

"Sit down and watch the show."

On the yacht, Qin Feng stared at those four words, his fierce expression dissipating, and turned to shout into the cabin.

"Don't move!"

"My master said to watch a play!"

He patted the projection screen.

"Whoever blinks tonight will miss a memorable moment."