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

Shen Qingci put the second flower cake into the bamboo sieve.

Shape the dough into a circle, seal the bottom, leaving only a ring of flour marks.

Bai Weiwei picked it up and looked at it twice, then placed the first long, thin flower cake aside.

"This one has graduated. What about the first one?"

Shen Qingci looked towards the kitchen.

"Leave it to Chen Lang."

A soup ladle in the kitchen bumped against the edge of a pot.

"Teacher Shen, I can hear you."

Everyone around the table burst into laughter.

Su Niannian peeked out from behind the stove, the spatula still tucked under her arm.

"It's good to hear this, so we don't have to explain it during the meal. The long ones are special, the shape is up to you, but the filling is unlimited."

Chen Lang leaned against the kitchen door frame, holding a small bowl for tasting.

"Is this what you call targeted feeding?"

Shen Qingci lowered her head and gathered up the remaining flour.

"You said you would bear the costs of failure."

I meant I have a big appetite.

"The objective conditions are met."

Chen Lang scooped up a mouthful of sour soup, his eyebrows raised.

"Shen is getting better and better at using her class notes."

Beneath the bougainvillea, the garden shears snapped shut.

The woman in the moon-white dress carefully put away her scissors and divided the pruned flower branches into two rows. The longer branches were placed on the left, and the shorter branches on the right, with the cuts facing outwards. The crooked leaves were also straightened one by one.

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She fastened the leather cover and walked to the stone table.

The bamboo sieve protrudes half an inch from the edge of the table.

The woman first pushed it back to the center of the table before looking at the black titanium steel earring in Chen Lang's left ear.

"Gu Qingshang".

"I've seen your parkour videos."

Chen Lang leaned against the door without moving.

"Most normal people would probably curse and say 'this person is crazy' after watching this."

Gu Qingshang pulled out the wooden chair, wedged the legs into the gaps in the stone slabs, and sat down.

"I dismantled the route twenty-seven times for the section where the exterior wall of the abandoned building leads up to the rooftop."

"The third landing spot was eleven centimeters wide. The wall was damp, and the drainpipe on the right was rusted. You didn't check the landing spot when you jumped. Your heel grazed the wall tiles, and you used the momentum to propel yourself an extra twenty centimeters."

She turned the bamboo sieve on the table and arranged the flower cakes neatly.

"Taking the fire escape is less risky, but it takes two seconds longer."

Chen Lang put down the tasting bowl and looked at her again.

"You've studied this in such detail; you're more seriously ill than I am."

Gu Qingshang nodded.

"I think so too."

Bai Weiwei held the bowl of rose filling, her forehead resting on the edge of the table, her shoulders shaking with laughter.

Ye Xingyu flattened the crooked corner of the oil paper, pursed her lips a few times, but still laughed out loud.

The suspended ball flew over the flower stand, bringing Gu Qingshang and the stone table into the live broadcast frame.

The screen was filled with comments.

[Ye Xingyu, Su Niannian, Bai Weiwei, Gu Qingshang, Shen Qingci, I've counted them all!]

[A wolf-tailed chef, a Bai ethnic landlord, a route analyst, a cool and aloof academic genius—what kind of courtyard did Chen Ze enter?]

[The name Gu Qingshang sounds familiar. Who is she? She sits there like a pampered young lady from a scholarly family.]

[Pearl earrings, a silk gown, even cutting fruit looks like she's on display—this kind of elegance wouldn't even require an invitation to a high-society banquet.]

[And then she immediately started talking about shelter, drainage pipes, and fire escape ladders? Does this young lady also like extreme sports?]

[She reviewed the route twenty-seven times; she analyzed the parkour route more thoroughly than I did when analyzing final exam questions.]

[Who knows, she might really be someone's daughter. Is anyone in the industry coming to claim her in the live stream?]

[Teacher Shen is still sitting in her assigned seat; Chen Lang has not yet committed any further crimes.]

Chen Lang glanced at the central control screen.

"Meet some friends this afternoon, have dinner tonight."

"At ordinary gatherings, avoid labeling people indiscriminately."

Gu Qingshang looked up at him.

"The last sentence is correct."

"Some people online call me the 'Miss Jiangnan,' while others say I live a peaceful and serene life. These titles have nothing to do with me."

She placed the garden shears on the corner of the table, the metal sheath tapping against the wood.

"I love the engine, the climbing rope, and the sound of my shoes hitting the ground."

Bai Weiwei propped her chin up.

"Sister Qing Shang, you said the same thing last time. The next day you took apart the rack I used to dry my flowers and remeasured it."

"The flower stand is off by three centimeters."

"The flower is still alive."

"It's painful to watch."

Chen Lang gave her a thumbs up.

"Boss Gu's mental state is the best in the entire hospital."

Gu Qingshang picked up his teacup.

"Yours isn't bad either."

Bai Weiwei approached the floating ball, her braid hanging down to her shoulder.

"What are they saying?"

Chen Lang moved the floating ball, turning the camera towards the Three-Course Tea ceremony.

"I'm praising your tea."

The comments section immediately changed.

He's destroying his testimony!

[Awei, look at the screen! This person has altered the meeting minutes without permission!]

We are investigating his social interactions within the hospital!

To be more precise, that's called a survival environment assessment.

Bai Weiwei stared at Chen Lang.

"really?"

"Out of 100,000 people, 99,999 praised it."

"What about the last one?"

"Ask if you can have a refill."

Bai Weiwei took his empty cup.

"Yes, I'll continue it for him."

She stepped onto a small stool and lifted a ceramic jar from the top of the tea room cabinet. Her braid swept across her back, and she used her elbow to push the cabinet door shut.

Ye Xingyu stacked the wrapped flower cakes into the bamboo basket.

"Ah Wei has been preparing tea since last night."

"She would help out whenever anyone in the village had an event. After we rented the room, she would bring us a basket of vegetables every few days, and she wouldn't accept any money."

Bai Weiwei's voice came from the tea room.

"Xingyu, if you keep praising me like that, I won't deliver it tomorrow."

"You said the same thing last time."

"The vegetables from last time are almost spoiled."

"Just picked this morning."

There was silence in the tea room.

A few seconds later, Bai Weiwei came out carrying a tea canister and handed the refilled sweet tea to Chen Lang.

"Drink your tea, don't listen to her nonsense."

Chen Lang touched the tea canister to the rim of his cup.

"Then I'll eat two extra bowls tonight to show my skills to Boss Bai."

"If you eat two more bowls, it will only increase Niannian's workload."

Shen Qingci pressed the third flower cake into the bamboo sieve with a steady sound.

Chen Lang turned his head to the side.

She remained seated in her designated spot, sleeves rolled up to her forearms, flour smeared on the back of her hands. Black sandalwood prayer beads clung to her wrists, not tucked into her sleeves.

"You just joined the organization, and they're already monitoring me?"

"You yourself said you have a big appetite."

"This is an advantage."

"For Niannian, it's a workload."

The spatula in the kitchen tapped twice.

"Qingci is right!"

Chen Lang drank half a cup of tea and leaned back against the door frame.

"The power structure in this compound is not friendly to me."

Bai Weiwei placed the empty bamboo basket in front of him.

"If you have any objections, you can go to the door and talk to Corn."

Gu Qingshang picked up a pear and placed it in the center of the cutting board.

Dinner is at seven o'clock.

"Once the first batch of flower cakes is baked, Avi can take you for a walk around the yard. There are still three hours, so we have plenty of time."

Bai Weiwei immediately chimed in.

"I'll lead the way."

"Dry flowers in the front yard, grow vegetables in the back yard, and there's a well to the east. You can see the rice paddies from the second floor, and watch the sunset from the rooftop."

She looked at Shen Qingci.

"Xiao Qingci has also arrived."

"Xingyu needs to rest, and Qingshang doesn't want to move; she's been keeping an eye on the soup pot. I'm the only tour guide left."

Gu Qingshang cut the pear open.

"I can move."

"Then why don't you go?"

"I don't want to go."

Bai Weiwei nodded.

"The result is the same."

Shen Qingci wiped the flour off the back of her hand and picked up her windproof jacket.

"I'll go."

She stood firmly, the chair legs scraping against the stone slabs with a short, sharp squeak.

Chen Lang followed behind the two, carrying a cup of sweet tea.

"Director Bai, well said, you get a chicken leg; if you miss a single point, you get a fish deduction."

Bai Weiwei stopped in front of the bamboo fence gate.

"This is my house, whose fish are you taking from me?"

Chen Lang gestured with his chin toward the kitchen.

"Kou Su Niannian's."

A spatula flew from the kitchen doorway, grazed his shoulder, and stuck into the mud next to him.

Chen Lang glanced down.

"Chef Su, you have been penalized for harming a customer."

If you keep thinking about my fish, I'll put you in tonight's menu.

"The name is too long, and the menu layout wastes paper."

Bai Weiwei pulled out the spatula, returned it to the kitchen, and pushed open the bamboo fence gate.

The vegetable plots stretched out along the back wall.

Mint, cilantro, and green garlic each occupy a row, while chili peppers grow close to the low wall. Rainwater accumulates on the leaves, and the soles of shoes leave a trail of patterns as they step through the mud.

"These vegetables were grown by my dad."

Bai Weiwei pointed to the vegetable patch on the left.

"Use this slice for the mint beef, and pick the litsea cubeba from behind the wall for the sour fish soup."

She pressed the branch down so that Shen Qingci could examine the leaves.

"Pick a piece and rub it to bring out the flavor."

Shen Qingci plucked a leaf and rubbed it in her palm twice.

The spicy aroma filled my nostrils, and a sour taste rose on my tongue.

"It's closer to lemon, but the flavor is stronger."

"It tastes even better when added to fish soup."

Bai Weiwei squatted down in the corner and parted a clump of weeds.

Several sections of the severed roots remained in the mud, while two new shoots sprouted nearby.

"This place used to grow purple-stemmed eupatorium."

"My dad dug it up twice. The roots broke off in the soil, but it sprouted again the following year."

She looked up at Chen Lang.

"Some people online are saying you knew them a long time ago, which is why you dared to run them over with your car. Have you studied botany?"

Chen Lang leaned against the bamboo fence and drank tea.

I failed the biology section of the college entrance exam.

Bai Weiwei held the branch and paused for two seconds.

"How did you recognize me?"

"Vehicle-mounted map".

Chen Lang gestured with his chin towards Shen Qingci.

"Professor Shen investigated quickly, and she was also the one who compiled the chain of evidence."

Bai Weiwei turned her face away.

Shen Qingci loosened the leaves of the litsea cubeba and squatted down next to the two new shoots.

"The leaves of the purple-stemmed eupatorium are triangular-ovate with coarse serrations on the edges, and the stems and petioles are purple."

She used a piece of dead twig to clear away the soil around the roots.

"The seeds are lightweight, so the mountain winds can carry them far. The vegetation density around that section of the path is high, and there are no native protected plants in the vehicle's footage."

There was also a section of broken root buried nearby.

Shen Qingci dug down two inches from the roots and covered them with soil again.

"Wheels can only handle the parts on the ground."

"The entire plant needs to be dug up, bagged, and disposed of properly. If it's just thrown into a compost pit, it will continue to spread."

Bai Weiwei moved to her side.

"Could you take a look at the back wall for me?"

"I'm afraid there might be some left over."

Shen Qingci looked into the depths of the vegetable patch.

Several blue bricks were piled up at the foot of the low wall, with weeds growing between the bricks. Further in was a row of green garlic, its leaves close to the ground, requiring one to avoid the roots when digging.

She turned to look at Chen Lang.

Chen Lang raised his teacup and leaned against the bamboo fence without moving.

"Professor Shen received her first external commission."

"Whether you go or not is up to you."

Bai Weiwei didn't urge him, and just squatted down and waited.

Shen Qingci looked away and took off her windproof jacket, draping it over the fence.

"Can."

Bai Weiwei ran into the tool shed, brought out two small hoes, and also brought two pairs of gloves.

She handed him one of the hoes.

"I'll show you."