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

The morning light slanted through the gaps in the tree canopy and shone on the bulletproof car windows, brightening the interior.

The rain clouds in the direction of Cangshan Mountain have dispersed, and the wind blowing in through the ventilation openings carries a strong smell of pine resin and damp mud.

Chen Lang opened his eyes and turned his head away.

Shen Qingci huddled in the blanket, her back arched, facing the driver's seat.

His left arm hung limply at the edge of the blanket, the string of black sandalwood prayer beads slid loosely to rest on his wrist, not held in his palm.

Her breathing was steady, her usually tightly pursed lips relaxed, and the beauty mark at the corner of her eye seemed less guarded.

Chen Lang's gaze lingered for a moment before he mentally touched the system.

A light blue system panel unfolds before your eyes.

Total Reputation Value: 1,518,300.

[Congratulations, host! Your reputation points have officially surpassed the one million mark.]

Chen Lang scanned the skill tree; it had a wide attack range, but it was missing a melee piece.

Yesterday morning, the man who broke Long Shao's wrist relied on physical strength and pressure. If it had been a professionally trained thug, he would have been at a disadvantage relying solely on brute force.

His gaze lingered on the skill exchange list, and he clicked on it.

[Systema Military-Grade Hand-to-Hand Combat Specialization - Exchange Cost: 200,000 Reputation Points.]

[Confirm redemption?]

confirm.

Joint locks, vital strikes, close-quarters deadly angles, and the rhythm of close-quarters combat—the killing techniques forged on the battlefield with lives at stake are etched directly into the nerve endings.

Muscle fibers are remodeled, and a fine, tingling soreness is visible beneath the skin.

Chen Lang rotated his wrists twice, and his knuckles cracked.

He got out of the car quietly.

The campsite was empty, and the torrential rain from last night had created puddles of varying depths on the ground, with cold air penetrating straight into our lungs.

Chen Lang, wearing a black quick-drying vest, stood on the open space beside the heavy truck, his feet shoulder-width apart, and exhaled a breath of white air.

Sink your shoulders and throw a punch.

The fist sliced ​​straight out from chest height, the airflow tearing in front of the fist with a dull, whistling sound.

Knee strikes, elbow strikes, finger strikes—each movement is precisely timed to the point of force application, with not an inch of extra trajectory.

The pebbles underfoot bounced around, and the leaves of the low shrubs beside them trembled.

After completing a set of injections, my breathing became steady.

Chen Lang pulled his foot back, loosened his ankle, and a smile played on his lips.

enough.

The silence on the second floor of the RV was broken by a crashing sound coming from outside the vehicle.

Shen Qingci's eyelids trembled.

She opened her eyes, her gaze passing over the floor-to-ceiling window and landing outside the car.

Sunlight streamed onto the open ground of the camp, and Chen Lang stood with his back to her.

The quick-drying vest was soaked with sweat, clinging to the back, the lines from the shoulder blades to the spinal groove clearly pressed by the fabric. When standing with fists clenched, the veins on the sides of the neck bulged, and the stray hairs were wet and stuck to the temples.

He turned and unleashed a series of consecutive knee strikes, his waist tightening, his abdominal muscles bulging clearly beneath the fabric. The power flowed from his feet to his knees, clean, crisp, and savage.

Shen Qingci gripped the edge of the blanket, her ten fingers slowly tightening around it.

Her chest felt like it had been scalded by hot water, and she couldn't catch her breath. She tried to look away, but her eyes remained fixed on that figure's back. Her ears burned first, and the heat crept down her neck, even making her palms sweat under the blanket.

She pursed her lips, her throat moving slightly.

Even though there was bulletproof glass between them and the car was kept under constant temperature, she felt her cheeks burning from the sunlight.

The people outside the window stopped what they were doing.

Chen Lang turned his head, his gaze passing through the glass, and met her gaze before she could look away.

Shen Qingci stiffened, her fingers crumpling the edge of the blanket.

He smiled, revealing a touch of roguishness, and raised his right hand, making a finger-rubbing gesture towards her.

TOLL.

Shen Qingci's eyelashes trembled wildly, and her ears burned even more intensely.

She pulled the blanket over her head and burrowed into the covers, leaving only a few strands of her disheveled long hair showing.

Through the blanket, Chen Lang's low laughter drifted in through the glass.

Shen Qingci bit her lower lip and pulled the blanket up two centimeters. Her heart was still pounding. She closed her eyes, and all she could hear was that figure from behind and the way he raised his hand to collect payment.

At noon, the campsite was bathed in sunlight.

Shen Qingci stood in front of the folding table outside the car, holding a cup of hot milk in her hand.

She placed the milk next to Chen Lang, then went around to the other side, neatly stacked the used bowls and chopsticks, and carried them into the carriage.

The movements were clumsy, but each plate was placed perfectly.

Chen Lang leaned against the car door frame, one hand in his pocket, watching her back.

Shen Qingci turned back to get the last glass, and out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that he was staring in their direction, so she stopped in her tracks.

"What are you looking at?"

"Look at Teacher Shen working part-time while studying."

Shen Qingci didn't reply, but turned and walked away with her cup in hand, her exposed neck flushed a light pink.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the engine of the Doomsday Truck roared in the camp.

The hydraulic support frame retracts, and the vehicle body is released from parking mode.

Chen Lang controlled the steering wheel with one hand and pushed down the gear lever with his right.

The 52-ton steel behemoth rolled through the puddles and drove up the winding mountain road from the camp exit.

Shen Qingci sat in the passenger seat, wearing a large, light gray windproof jacket, with the seatbelt slung diagonally down her shoulder.

With his left hand resting on his knee and his thumb pressing against the black sandalwood prayer beads, he flicked them down one by one.

The wooden beads made a soft clicking sound when they collided.

The floating ball rises from the center console, the blue indicator light flashes, and the live stream starts.

In three seconds, the number of online users exceeded 30,000.

Fifteen seconds, 60,000.

Within half a minute, 100,000 people flooded in, and the screen was filled with comments.

[Here it comes! Lang Ge went on a killing spree last night!]

[Tearing Long Shao apart! Trampling Chen Hai underfoot! Official confirmation! I was so excited last night that I was still going crazy in the group chat at 2 AM!]

[Brother Lang, tell me your secret: to get the authorities to issue a statement overnight, your background is definitely not simple!]

[Stop pretending. Are you from the National Security Bureau? A retired special forces soldier? Or a Beijing elite sent to the grassroots?]

Chen Lang rested one hand on the steering wheel, glanced at the comments on the central control screen, and sighed.

"Stop posting comments."

He spread his right hand out in front of the suspended sphere.

"Don't make wild guesses. I'm just a law-abiding student who loves nature but failed the college entrance exam."

"Last night, the young master was too polite and insisted on spending two million to invite the whole internet to watch his lightning-fast blunder. I felt sorry for him for spending that budget."

"Do you think that two million would be enough to feed the monkeys of Cangshan until next year if we used it to buy pork ribs? This is just giving our family a huge amount of traffic."

The screen was filled with "hahaha" comments, completely obscuring the view.

[Buying pork ribs to feed monkeys! The traffic is insane! Brother Lang's mouth is truly venomous!]

[Shrimp and pork heart, it's still you! Two million in online troll fees turned into monkey food expenses, Young Master Long must be furious watching the live stream!]

[An officially certified law-abiding student who failed the college entrance exam—the only one of its kind online, no arguments accepted.]

As Chen Lang watched the barrage of comments, he tapped his knuckles twice on the steering wheel.

"Alright, let's get down to business."

"No product promotion tonight, I'm taking you guys to a pretty girl's house for dinner."

The comments section exploded again.

[A pretty girl?]

[Where's Teacher Shen? Teacher Shen is right in the passenger seat! Is he some kind of sleuth?]

"Hey bro, look over there! The prayer beads are already smoking!"

[@Dear Father-in-law Shen Jianguo, your daughter is about to be attacked at home! Call for help!]

Shen Qingci looked at the road ahead, tightened her left hand, straightened her body, and left a finger's width of space between the backrest and her spine.

Chen Lang glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and reached out to press the mute button on the center console.

With a soft click, the live stream was cut off.

The 100,000 spectators watched as Chen Lang turned his face to the side and his lips moved, but they couldn't hear a sound.

"Once you're inside, you can say whatever you want. If you don't want to talk, just eat. Nobody will give you social points."

Shen Qingci stopped fiddling with the prayer beads and turned to look at Chen Lang.

"Social points?"

"Um."

Chen Lang leaned back lazily in the driver's seat, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

"Five points will be deducted for not eating actively, ten points will be deducted for not being able to join the conversation, and a major demerit will be given for an awkward silence lasting more than three seconds."

"Anyone who scores below 60 will be punished by washing dishes in the kitchen."

Shen Qingci was silent for two seconds, then the corners of her lips turned up slightly.

"Then you should fail."

Chen Lang raised an eyebrow.

"On what grounds?"

"Talking too much disrupts the examination room order."

Chen Lang turned his head to look at her, his deep black eyes filled with a smile.

"Fine, Shen hasn't even stepped inside yet, let's kill the proctor first."

Shen Qingci relaxed her palms, leaned back in her seat, and her tense shoulder lines relaxed.

Chen Lang pressed the button to resume the live audio recording.

The comments section went crazy.

What was said? Is there anything that our 100,000 family members cannot hear?

Xiao Qingci laughed! Absolutely laughed! I swear on my roommate's ten years of being single!

[Chen Lang, hand over what you said before you were silenced. Confess and you'll be treated leniently; resist and you'll be punished severely!]

[This man always manages to appease Xiao Qingci even when his microphone is off. What kind of training courses has he been secretly enrolling in?]

Chen Lang stared at the screen, his expression unchanged.

"It's nothing, just a quick meeting in the car."

[What kind of meeting is this?! What kind of meeting requires you to mute your microphone?]

Are we outsiders now? We can't stay in this live stream anymore!

[Ha, man, you'd better send out the meeting minutes verbatim.]

Shen Qingci watched the rapidly scrolling comments, a smile still playing on her lips.

"Chen Lang".

"Um?"

"She nearly drowned yesterday, and then she was frightened by Young Master Long this morning."

Shen Qingci looked at the receding mountains and forests outside the windshield, her voice very low.

"Can she handle being broadcast live to 100,000 people?"

I'm afraid she'll be scared.

Chen Lang gripped the steering wheel and steadily navigated around a mountain bend.

"I asked beforehand."

"What did she say?"

Chen Lang recalled the video call he made before he left.

As soon as the question was asked if she minded doing a live stream, Ye Xingyu on the other side of the screen didn't hesitate for even half a second.

Holding a stainless steel basin filled with the filling of flower cakes, she spoke solemnly.

"Open it if you want."

"I'm willing to do whatever you decide."

She lowered her head, pursed her lips, and her ears and neck turned bright red.

Su Niannian, standing next to her, squeezed her face into the camera lens, holding a freshly prepared fish in her hand.

"Open! We must open!"

"Our courtyard is usually so quiet, it's a rare treat to have so many people here. It's good to make it lively. You let the viewers in the live stream eat virtually. Today I'm going to show them what authentic sour fish soup is all about."

Chen Lang snapped out of his thoughts and rested his fingers on the steering wheel.

Ye Xingyu agreed quite readily.

A nonchalant smile played on his lips.

"As soon as I opened my mouth, she said yes."

Shen Qingci stopped resting her hands on her knees, the fabric of her clothes creased from the pressure.

She pursed her lips, her chest heaving erratically.

Chen Lang raised his chin, his gaze falling on the sunlit road ahead.

"Her roommate was also willing. The girl thought the courtyard was too deserted and wished that 100,000 people would come to freeload a meal, saying that the more people there were, the more lively it would be."

"However, the choice is in their hands."

"If they want to talk, let these 100,000 people hear them; if they don't want to talk, just film the sour fish soup on the table."

"It's just a meal, and we'll add some liveliness to their yard."

Shen Qingci looked at him for a while.

She loosened her grip, letting the prayer beads slide back down her wrist, and raised her hand to smooth her temples, which had been ruffled by the air conditioning.

"Let's go then."