Reborn to Make Games: My Girlfriend is a Game Streamer

Jiangcheng, night.

Night Breeze irritably ripped off his headphones and threw them hard on the table with a thud.

The dark computer screen was like a distorted mirror, reflecting his face, twisted with exhaustion and frustration.

The forced calm that he maintained when the broadcast ended had long since shattered, replaced by a feeling of frustration and resentment.

He wiped his face, picked up the now-cold water, and took a sip.

The icy sensation slid down my throat, but it couldn't quell the burning anger in my heart.

Why did I have to fail at the "riding the snake" hurdle?

And it just so happened that it happened right when the producer was eloquently explaining and analyzing the design concept!

He didn't even need to look to know that the forums and communities related to console gaming and live streaming were probably already full of jokes about his epic, hilarious mistake.

He even had titles in mind: "Night Breeze's Precise Interpretation of a Producer's Teaching Case," "On the Classic Teaching of the Cost of Execution Errors," and so on.

He became a living example of what not to do.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but his fingers involuntarily tapped on his phone.

The screen lights up, and message notifications keep popping up on the lock screen.

Most of them came from his highest-level fan group.

Those are his true core fans and audience, and the place where he is most willing to interact and get genuine feedback.

After hesitating for a moment, he clicked on it anyway.

Sure enough, messages flooded the group chat, almost all of them discussing the live stream that had just taken place.

- Feng Ge doesn't seem to be in good shape today. Is it because he's been too tired from streaming lately?

- I felt like he completely lost his temper at the end, so he just went black and ended the stream.

- It was such a coincidence that the producer next door was talking about riding a snake, and Feng Ge messed up... The show was great, but Feng Ge probably had a tough time.

-Speaking of which, the traffic on the 12th floor next door exploded tonight. I think the highest number of online viewers is almost 10,000.

That producer is quite something; he speaks with considerable depth.

-Lou Ge also did a good job tonight, the two of them singing in harmony, and the live stream was quite entertaining.

- It looks like the game "Getting Over It" is really going to be a hit. I saw that Jiu Shen and Feng Shen have started playing it too. Twelve Floors was the first to play it on the entire platform. He's making a fortune.

-How come she got the first chance to play this game on the entire platform? I remember there was no news about this game before.

Who knows? Anyway, she and the producer seemed quite familiar with each other, and their interaction was very natural.

-Lou Ge is handsome, plays games well, and his interviews look professional and professional. He's also lucky, something I can't envy.

-Tsk, lucky? A woman, pretty, the first to get a live stream on all platforms for this kind of potentially great game, think about it. And look at that producer, he's showering her with virtual gifts in her stream, have you ever seen him give gifts like that to anyone else?

-Dude, there's something more to your words. /Eating popcorn

-I was just saying it offhand. In this industry, being good-looking is a natural advantage. Who knows how she communicates with the producer behind the scenes? Otherwise, would she have gotten this opportunity?

Upon seeing this, Ye Feng gripped his phone tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

The comments in the group that spoke up for him and vaguely speculated about the relationship between "Twelfth Floor" and the producer were like a spark that instantly ignited the powder keg in his heart, which was a mixture of the shame of failure, sour grapes mentality, and resentment that had nowhere to be vented.

Yeah, why should we?

He's been in the gaming community for so long, and he believes his skills and program production are quite good, plus he has a solid fan base.

But the result?

The first opportunity for in-depth cooperation for this game, which suddenly became a hit and could obviously bring huge traffic, quietly fell into the hands of "Twelfth Floor".

That producer clearly had a special relationship with her.

What was previously just a vague sense of awkwardness and competition has, under the influence of failure and embarrassment, quickly transformed into a dark certainty.

He needed a reason to explain his misfortune and other people's success.

Some malicious speculations, in fact, provided a seemingly reasonable answer to his resentment.

The string of reason snapped with a "crack" under the scorching fire of emotion...

His fingers flew across the screen, and with a sense of desperation, he finally spat out the venom that had been stuck in his throat for so long:

[Night Breeze]: "Heh, isn't that how it is in this industry?"

A woman who is decent-looking and knows how to get things done will naturally have more opportunities.

Does anyone know how she got the first live streaming collaboration on the entire platform?

You all saw how many rockets that producer sent her.

Who knows how in-depth their private "communication" might be.

After the message was sent, the group chat went silent for a few seconds.

Even the scrolling of the screen seems to have stopped.

Night Wind stared at the text he had typed, and some of the pent-up frustration in his chest was released with each keystroke.

But what followed was a chilling sense of guilt...

He knew that his words were excessive, very excessive.

But seeing the comments from several die-hard fans who immediately chimed in, and the many others who were eager to stir up trouble and urge him to elaborate, he was surprised.

That slight guilt was suppressed by a distorted sense of pleasure from being supported.

He irritably turned off his phone and threw it aside, slumped into his chair, and looked up at the faint, dim light cast by the indicator lights on the ceiling screen.

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However, there is no true "private space" on the Internet.

The comments made by the core fan group were still screenshotted and spread.

The "Console Games Forum" was the first to feature a trending post:

Shocking! Streamer Yefeng's data was crushed by Twelve Floors, causing his fan group's sarcastic remarks to erupt, openly implying that female colleagues relied on unspoken rules!

Following this, similar posts and content went viral on major gaming forums and casual gaming groups.

The game streaming community is neither small nor large.

The popularity of "Getting Over It" is making "The Twelfth Floor" famous.

Night Wind's remarks were like dropping a bombshell.

His supporters, Jiang Yiting's supporters, and a large number of ordinary players who were disgusted by such despicable tactics clashed together.

Some people have edited together his recent "feeding" moments to mock his poor skills but excellent verbal skills.

Some people have dug up his past inappropriate remarks and behaviors during live streams, trying to prove that his character has always been like this.

Even more damagingly, some moderately famous gaming bloggers also joined in, sharing the related screenshots.

The involvement of these gaming bloggers was like a stone thrown into a pond, creating even bigger ripples and bringing the event to a wider public eye.

Overnight, the hashtag "Night Breeze Comments" unexpectedly climbed to the bottom of the trending search list on Big Eyeball.

More casual observers who weren't originally interested in the gaming world were drawn in and started discussing the information in the screenshots.

The course of events began to slip out of anyone's control, sliding in an unpredictable direction.

Jiang Yiting, who rarely goes to bed early, didn't find out about this until the next morning.