Reborn to Make Games: My Girlfriend is a Game Streamer

Chapter 104 The Forum's Echoes, and the Warmth of Home

Just after five o'clock, Lin Qiming finished delivering his last food order, ending his delivery rider work early for the day, and returned his electric scooter to the station.

Old Huang, the station manager, was checking the vehicles when he saw him return. He casually asked, "Why are you back early? Did something happen to the vehicle?"

"The car is fine. My daughter is waiting for me to come home so we can have dinner together," Lin Qiming said with a smile.

"That's good." Old Huang nodded, took the clothes, and casually asked as he checked them, "How was your run today?"

"Not bad, I even completed a few more orders than yesterday." As he becomes more familiar with the surrounding routes, Lin Qiming is getting better and better at delivering food. "There haven't been any late deliveries or complaints today."

"That's good." Old Huang was happy for him too, then, as if remembering something, he glanced at him and asked, "By the way, didn't you work at a game company before?"

Lin Qiming was taken aback: "How did you know?"

"I overheard you on the phone the other day, talking about an interview, game design and stuff," Old Huang said. "My son is in college now, and he likes playing games. He keeps saying he wants to be a game designer after he graduates, is that what it's called?"

"Mm." Lin Qiming nodded and responded softly.

"That's perfect." Old Huang patted him on the shoulder. "If you ever stop delivering food, remember to let me know, and I'll have my son learn from you."

Hearing Lao Huang say this, Lin Qiming could only force a bitter smile: "I'm in this state myself, what can I possibly teach him?"

"You can't say that," Old Huang said seriously, looking at him. "Everyone has their low points, but with your work experience here, there will always be a time when you can use it."

Lin Qiming fell silent after hearing Lao Huang's words.

Will it ever be useful again?

Most of the resumes I've sent out in the past two months have disappeared without a trace.

After boarding the bus home, Lin Qiming first sent a WeChat message to his wife: "I'm off work, and I'm on the bus now."

After sending the message, he reopened the familiar Gameres forum.

On the forum's homepage, a news article screenshot from a blog instantly caught his eye in the carousel.

The screenshot shows a thank-you message and promotional poster from the official account of Changshou Games Studio celebrating the official sales of "Potato Survivor" reaching 100,000 units.

Looking at the news that the forum administrator had put in the carousel, Lin Qiming's fingers paused for a moment, and he let out a soft breath.

As expected—

He switched to WeChat and sent a congratulatory message to Cheng Zhixing, with whom he had been in contact recently.

Then I switched back to the forum.

With the release of the official battle report from the long-running game's own account, the trend of "Potato Survivor" becoming a hit is becoming increasingly obvious.

His commentary post from that morning, which seemed like a prophecy, had been marked as a featured post by the forum administrator, and with the increasing number of real-time comments, it appeared to have been manually pinned to the top of the forum's game design section.

When you open a post, the first few comments are the usual ones, like "First comment" or "Experience +1", which are just casual chatter.

Scrolling down further, some more meaningful replies began to appear:

7th floor: I played it for a while just now, and it's indeed quite different from the roguelike games the original poster mentioned. It's more lightweight and focused on a more enjoyable experience.

However, we still need to observe the numerical issues. I haven't played to the late game yet, so I'm wondering if the content will be digested too quickly.

11th floor: The description of the exhilarating feeling of mowing the lawn and the state of flow is very accurate.

With players' time becoming increasingly fragmented, this design approach—short, quick, and providing immediate positive feedback—has great market potential.

It's a pity that they didn't release a mobile game. I don't know if Changshou Games didn't expect it, or if they were too young to obtain domestic publishing qualifications.

(Given Chen Bainian's keen market sense and the actual situation, it seems more likely to be due to the latter.)

P.S.: Is the author a professional in this field? Would you be interested in chatting?

Lin Qiming glanced at the ID on the 11th floor, "4W", and his heart skipped a beat.

This is a veteran planner who has been well-known on the forum for a long time.

In his memory, this person is currently working as a producer at a medium-sized mobile game company in Lin'an.

Lin Qiming tapped on the other person's profile picture, typed a few words in the input box of the private chat interface, and then slowly deleted them.

Now is not the time for a detailed discussion, and besides, the other party may have just asked casually.

He exited the private chat interface, skimmed through the comments, and after seeing no more detailed discussions, he started looking at the private messages that had flooded in because of the article.

Private messages were more direct than comments, with most asking if he was interested in taking on freelance game analysis work.

One of the private messages caught his attention:

Hi, I'm an editor at *Game Lychee*. I found your analysis of *Potato Survivor* very professional. We're currently planning a special issue on roguelike games and would like to invite you to write an in-depth analysis article. Competitive payment is offered. Please contact me if you're interested.

Lin Qiming's fingers trembled slightly as he looked at the private message.

Compared to the vague "let's chat" from 4W, this commissioned article from Game Lychee, a leading vertical media outlet in the industry, is undoubtedly more specific and practical.

The bus slowly pulled into the station.

Lin Qiming took a deep breath, put away his phone, and followed the crowd off the train.

A gentle evening breeze, carrying a hint of coolness, instantly cleared his somewhat muddled mind.

He paused as he passed the cake shop at the entrance of the residential area.

My daughter mentioned a while ago that she wanted to try the strawberry cake in the shop window.

He pushed open the door and went inside.

A few minutes later, he came out with a small white cake box and headed home.

As soon as the key turned and the door opened, a small figure rushed over and hugged his leg.

"Daddy's home!" His four-year-old daughter looked up at him with bright, sparkling eyes.

However, my attention was soon drawn to the cake box in his hand: "Wow! It's a mini cake with strawberries!"

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The wife and mother-in-law, who were setting out the hot pot ingredients at the table, turned to look at the father and daughter upon hearing the noise.

"You're back?" His wife, Zhao Xue, looked at the cake box in his hand and said reproachfully, "Why did you buy her a cake again?"

She then looked at her daughter, Lin Shinan, and said, "Nannan, let's eat first. Didn't we agree to have hot pot with Daddy tonight?"

Lin Qiming's mother-in-law wiped her hands and smiled at him, "Qiming, you seem to be in a good mood today. Is there something good?"

Under the warm yellow light, the electric hot pot was bubbling away.

My daughter's joyful face was right beside me, and I could hear the usual greetings from my family.

But seeing this scene, Lin Qiming's eyes suddenly felt a little hot.

He lowered his head, mumbled an "Mmm," and immediately turned and went into the kitchen to wash his hands.

The area around the dining table quickly became lively.

The daughter chattered excitedly with several adults, sharing the fun things that happened at kindergarten.

The mother-in-law complained that the prices of vegetables at the market next to her house had gone up again, and that she still had to go to Zhuantang to check, where the prices were cheaper during market days.

His wife, while cooking the meat slices, asked him if he was tired today.

These seemingly ordinary daily routines, at this moment, are like a warm tide, gently enveloping him.