Reborn to Make Games: My Girlfriend is a Game Streamer

Jiang Yiting took a deep breath.

On the screen, the jar-like figure is hanging precariously in the middle of the final iron tower.

This final hurdle is less a test of skill and more a brutal test of patience and mentality.

The chat quieted down considerably, as if all the viewers were holding their breath.

She flexed her stiff fingers and mentally rehearsed the operation one last time.

Then, with a sharp pull of the mouse, the jar-man precisely hooked onto the disc on the tower.

One, two...

Every shake caused the hearts of thousands of viewers in the live stream to race.

With a final burst of strength, the jar-man gently leaped over the top of the tower.

A sudden feeling of weightlessness washed over them, and the figures in the scene slowly floated up.

The background color changed several times as we climbed from the bottom, and now it's almost a deep night sky.

Jiang Yiting skillfully maneuvered the mouse to avoid the two massive rocks.

"This game is dedicated to you as a token of our gratitude for all the hard work you have put in."

This embodies all my passion, and I present it here with utmost respect.

As the deep background music began to play, countless stars gradually lit up, eventually converging to form the logos of "Getting Over It" and "Longevity Games Studio".

The time to clear customs has arrived.

Jiang Yiting stared at the letters for a full two seconds, then she suddenly leaned back in her chair, covered her face with her hands, and let out a long sigh that was hard to tell whether it was a cry or a laugh.

-I beat the game!

Holy crap! It actually went too far!

Two nights! Two whole nights!

- I'm so touched, brothers.

-Everyone stand up!

The plane's here! The promised gift!

Awesome! Brother Lou is awesome!

The live stream chat exploded.

The gift effects, like festive fireworks, flooded the screen, almost completely obscuring the view.

The barrage of comments rolled at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow, with "Congratulations," "Awesome," and "Tears in My Eyes" intertwined, creating a grand carnival in which all viewers participated.

Those longtime fans who had been with Jiang Yiting since the first night, witnessing her fall off the cliff time and time again and breaking down in tears, excitedly commented "witnessing history".

The new audience members were also moved by this strong emotional resonance and offered their blessings.

Jiang Yiting lowered her hand, her eyes were indeed a little red, but her face was beaming with an undisguised, extremely bright smile.

Looking at the screen full of gifts and well wishes, her voice, slightly hoarse and choked with emotion, took on an even deeper, more magnetic quality: "Thank you, thank you everyone, I really did it!"

But at that moment, that familiar ID appeared again.

Longevity Games Studio: Your makeup is ruined.

"Aren't you a spoilsport..." Jiang Yiting noticed it with her sharp eyes and couldn't help but mutter softly. Her heart full of emotion was instantly replaced by a mixture of laughter and tears.

But seeing that the other party immediately followed up with two more rockets, she still smiled helplessly at the camera and said, "...Thank you for the rockets, Producer Chen, and...thank you for the reminder!"

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In room 1201 next door, Chen Bainian quietly watched the frozen screen showing the game completion scene and the girl covering her face.

There was no sense of triumph as expected from a successful plan, nor was it simply the joy of watching the sales curve climb.

Rather, it was a more complex emotion: the "malicious" challenge he had created was gradually conquered by her through two days and one night of perseverance, sweat, and even occasional moments of frustration.

This process of being fully presented through the hands of others gave him, the maker, a strange sense of satisfaction.

He leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table, and finally, he just let out a very light, very soft breath.

In that breath, there was a sense of relief at the memories of the past life, an affirmation of the choices made in this life, and perhaps, a trace of warmth that even he himself had not clearly perceived, a warmth infected by that vibrant life force.

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The frenzy in the live stream lasted for several minutes before it subsided slightly.

Jiang Yiting carefully dabbed the corners of her eyes with a tissue, and took the opportunity, using the camera's view, to quickly fix her smudged makeup.

"Phew... that was really tough." She took a sip of water, looked at the final screen of the game, and her eyes became serious. "But looking back at this game, the level design is really something."

From the initial shock at "Orange Hill," to the patient refinement at "The Anvil," and finally the mental test at "Starry Sea"... the pacing was actually very well controlled.

She looked at the camera and resumed her usual analytical tone during her live streams: "Tomorrow night, we won't be playing any new games."

I want to use the map of "Getting Over It" to give everyone a thorough analysis and review, to see where the real hell is in this game, and why it's so addictive.

Hmm, is this a simple summary of the walkthrough and a design analysis?

- I support this! I'd love to hear Brother Lou's professional analysis!

- Yes! I really want to know how this game's physics engine works!

The comments section was filled with expressions of anticipation. Then, a comment appeared on the screen, quickly eliciting agreement from the crowd:

-What's the point of analyzing the game? Lou Ge, let the producer play it himself!

-Yeah! Let Chen Gou play by himself! Let's see how far he can go!

- That's great! I want to see the producer get tortured!

Tens of thousands of people have petitioned for the producer to play the game live!

This suggestion instantly ignited a second wave of excitement in the live stream, with comments like "Please let the producer play this!" flooding the screen.

Jiang Yiting was taken aback when she saw this, then a sly glint flashed in her eyes.

She suppressed a laugh, speaking into the microphone with deliberately drawn-out words, carrying a clear tone of teasing and encouragement:

"Huh? This suggestion... seems interesting."

"How was it, our dear, great, and kind father of 'Getting Over It,' producer Chen?"

She emphasized the word "kind".

"Look, everyone's voices are so loud." She pointed to the barrage of comments, her smile widening. "How about it? Tomorrow night, do you dare to come to my live stream and face everyone's judgment?"

You don't even need to complete the game; just play for a while and let everyone see what it's like for the person who designed this game to play it themselves.

She paused for a moment, her tone becoming slightly more serious, but the smile in her eyes remained.

"Of course, in exchange, you can also take this opportunity to explain your design ideas and answer some questions."

Was it a... relaxed interview?

"So, Producer Chen, dare to take the challenge?"

The live stream room fell silent for a moment as everyone waited for the ID to respond.

A few seconds later.

Longevity Games Studio: ...Okay.

Just one word, concise and to the point.

He agreed! He agreed!

Holy crap! This is going to be interesting tomorrow!

Chen Gou: I didn't think about playing it myself when I designed it!

Upon seeing the reply, Jiang Yiting's face broke into a wide smile—a bright and lively smile that carried a sense of victory.

"Okay! It's settled then!"

She made the final decision: "See you in the live stream tomorrow night at the same time. I will prepare some 'friendly' questions, and I also ask Producer Chen to prepare... to be tested."

She deliberately paused on the word "friendly," which drew another round of "hahaha" comments from the viewers.

"Okay, thank you so much everyone for tonight! See you tomorrow night!"

The live stream ended in an unprecedentedly enthusiastic, joyful, and expectant atmosphere.

The screen went black, but the celebrations for clearing the game and the discussions about "Judging the Producer" tomorrow night were just beginning to take hold on various forums and group chats.

Jiang Yiting stretched out a big yawn, feeling a mix of exhaustion and excitement.

She looked out at the quiet night scene, then glanced at the chat box with "Old Turtle" on WeChat. Thinking of their appointment for tomorrow night, the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.