Reborn to Make Games: My Girlfriend is a Game Streamer

Jiangcheng, the back-end operations team for Douyu's console gaming section.

"Boss, should we still feature 'The Twelfth Floor's' interview livestream on the homepage tomorrow night?"

As Xiao Zhang listened to Jiang Yiting's interaction with the audience in the live stream, where they agreed to put the producer to trial the following night, he hesitated and asked for instructions.

Luo Yu's gaze swept over the real-time data curve in the background, which was still at its peak, and he tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

"Here you go." He said decisively, "The game is over, but the point that 'the producer personally plays his own trap game' has a stronger sense of topicality and conflict than simply completing the game."

We need to continue to monitor the interaction rate, average viewing time, and retention data of core fans during tomorrow night's live stream.

This special program is crucial in determining whether she can maintain her core fanbase after moving beyond the hype surrounding the game itself.

He paused, then added, "This also provides a more solid data basis for signing long-term contracts later. And..."

A glint of light flashed in Luo Yu's eyes: "I'm also very interested to see who this producer who designed such a magical live-streaming device is in front of the camera. The console gaming market is small; if you want to grow it, you have to make some visionary venture investments."

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At 3 a.m. in the Eastern Time Zone 8, it is 11 a.m. in the Western Time Zone 8 during winter time.

Steam platform independent game review department.

Auditor Edmund stood dejectedly in front of team leader Miles's desk.

"Edmund, this is your mistake." Miles pointed his finger heavily at a sales report.

The header of this sales data report prominently displays "Getting Over It," which is the English title of the movie "Getting Over It."

The curve surged upwards at an almost exaggerated exponential rate, eventually settling at 6631.

And this is just the beginning.

"But this is a Chinese game developer, the gameplay is simplistic, the difficulty is very high, the English localization of the game is also terrible, and this data is also very strange..." Edmund tried his best to explain.

His words carried an inherent bias against a particular market.

"The market has already given the best answer." Miles raised his hand to interrupt him. "You didn't make a fair judgment in the review of this game. It's already on the sales charts, but it wasn't on the recommended list you gave last week."

"Get out of here and let Harrison in."

He stopped wasting words with Edmund.

"Oh, and by the way, give it a suitable featured spot immediately. Stop substituting your narrow-minded thinking for the market's choice."

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Eight o'clock in the morning after the Lantern Festival, at Mingchun Garden.

After a difficult "tug-of-war" with the quilt, Jiang Yiting finally dragged the clothes from the head of the bed into the still warm quilt and put them on.

My biological clock was trained by my mother throughout the Spring Festival. It's so precise it's like a curse, and it won't let any of the big kids who go back to work after the holiday go unpunished.

A dozen minutes later, the bathroom door opened, and she had already tied her signature high ponytail back up, but the faint dark circles under her eyes from staying up all night to do live streaming were hard to hide.

Chen Bainian was wearing a long trench coat, his hair was neat and he looked energetic, which was in stark contrast to her.

"Good morning," he nodded in greeting.

"Good morning..." Jiang Yiting couldn't help but let out a long yawn. "Are you going to work too?"

The two didn't talk much, and their conversations mainly revolved around the game and the cat, "Big Brother".

She even thought that Chen Bainian was just doing indie games part-time.

The two entered the elevator together.

"Go to work? I resigned before the new year." Chen Bainian said in a flat tone.

Jiang Yiting was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at her, her tone slightly incredulous: "So you've gone all in?"

He was referring to his full-time work on indie games.

If this fails, it could mean complete unemployment.

"Hmm, let's give it a try." Chen Bainian tilted his head slightly. "Luckily, it worked."

The bright light inside the elevator car clearly illuminated the calm lines of his profile.

He said it so casually, so casually, with a certainty that came with his age.

This unwavering conviction of rebirth touched Jiang Yiting's heart, whose thinking was sluggish due to exhaustion.

"And you?" Chen Bainian looked at her. "Where do you work?"

He recalled her mention of "the station" and her "program" from yesterday.

When Jiang Yiting saw him turn his head, she immediately came to her senses, lowered her eyes, and said, "We rented a studio near Lin'an TV station to record our program."

She assumed it was just a casual question from Chen Bainian, after all, he was the one who recognized her the first time they met.

A small portion of her fan base consists of long-time fans who have been following her since her undergraduate days when she was making game videos.

I followed the videos all the way to the TV programs, and then to the live broadcast room.

I know her very well.

The majority of her audience consists of casual fans who gathered because of her live streams and even misunderstood her gender.

Thinking of this, the word "Brother Lou" that he blurted out in the comments the night before last came back to mind.

If a complete stranger on the internet had shouted that, she might have just laughed it off.

But Chen Bainian knew her situation and still called her that, which made her feel that this guy didn't treat her like a girl at all.

"Working during the day and live streaming at night, your schedule must be very tight, right? Haven't you considered going full-time?" Chen Bainian asked casually, his eyes inadvertently sweeping over her dark circles.

"Time is tight, but I've already graduated, so it's not good to keep asking my family for money. At least I have a stable income from my job."

She sighed, "Once my livestreaming income becomes more stable, and if I can sign a long-term contract, I might consider going full-time."

The elevator arrived at the first floor.

As Jiang Yiting stepped out of the building, she remembered something: "Oh right, about those rockets you spent, I'll return my share to you after the platform settles the accounts. Their commission is too high."

"No need, it was already agreed upon as a collaboration." Chen Bainian shook his head, then joked, "Besides, you should at least consider compensation for your own emotional distress."

"Then let it be my fund for jointly supporting 'Big Brother'." Jiang Yiting didn't insist any further.

As I walked to the entrance of the residential area, the thin rays of the early spring morning sun shone down, carrying a touch of warmth.

Jiang Yiting stopped and pointed to the bus stop not far away: "I'm going that way."

"Okay, I'll go buy breakfast and take a look around the neighborhood to see if there's a suitable office space," Chen Bainian said, glancing in the direction she pointed.

"Is this... really going to officially set up the studio?" Jiang Yiting turned her head, a curious smile in her eyes.

"Okay, let's find it first and make some preparations." Chen Bainian nodded, his tone calm.

"Okay, then don't forget..." Jiang Yiting took half a step forward, then turned to the side, a familiar, slightly teasing light flashing in her eyes, "Come 'visit' my live stream tonight. It's a promise, Producer Chen."

Although she had already made the agreement in front of thousands of viewers last night, she still smiled and confirmed it again.

"Okay, I'll remember." Chen Bainian smiled slightly and gave a brief reply.

"Well then, I wish you the best in your apartment search."

I wish you a smooth start to your work.

The two said goodbye at the entrance of the residential compound.

After exchanging simple blessings, the two naturally parted ways at the door and went in different directions.