Reborn to Make Games: My Girlfriend is a Game Streamer

"Brother Lou?"

In the live stream, the pair of slender fingers that were gently tapping the table paused slightly.

Immediately, a hearty, magnetic laugh rolled out from the microphone.

"I like this nickname." Jiang Yiting drawled out the last syllable, her voice rising with a unique vibrancy. "It doesn't feel like we're a streamer and a viewer anymore, more like brothers playing games together. So, from now on, I'll be your Brother Lou, so be good, okay?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the comments section went silent for a moment, then surged forth like a tidal wave.

"Okay, Brother Lou."

"Got it, Brother Lou."

"Lou Ge is awesome!"

Looking at the screen full of "Brother Lou," Chen Bainian had a strange expression on his face.

He subconsciously used the name from his previous life, never expecting that he would become the instigator of this "historic naming".

In his past life, he was curious as to why a female anchor with both good looks and temperament had earned the nickname "Brother Lou".

It was only later that I realized it stemmed from the fact that she didn't show her face during her early live streams, coupled with her deep, androgynous voice, and she could interact with her viewers without any inhibitions during the live streams.

This has led to a beautiful misunderstanding among countless fans regarding gender issues.

"Alright, alright, that's enough!" Jiang Yiting's cheerful voice brought the conversation under control. "You've been spamming me. That viewer's question earlier..."

She paused for a moment, then her tone became more serious: "Domestic indie games, right? That's a very timely question."

"Everyone probably knows that the Steam platform integrated with Ant Pay before the Lunar New Year. What does this mean? The payment channel is open, and the threshold is lowered." Her voice was calm and unhurried, but every word was clear and powerful. "To be honest, it's not that we don't have good works, but in the past, they were isolated cases. To see a flourishing of diverse works, we need fertile ground, we need time, and even more so, we need opportunity."

"Now, the soil is there, and the opportunity is right in front of us." She paused, her tone revealing sincere anticipation, "I genuinely hope to play more amazing domestically produced indie games as soon as possible. When that happens, I'll definitely recommend them to you all in my live stream."

Chen Bainian listened quietly, his gaze calm.

He recalled memories of the future.

That's right, the seeds of indie games were just beginning to sprout at this point in time.

And he might be the first seedling to break through the soil.

During the rest of the live stream, Jiang Yiting managed to squeeze in a few serious game-related questions amidst the barrage of "Brother Lou's" comments, managing to bring the atmosphere back on track.

This effortless control already shows the potential of a future top livestreamer.

Near the end of the broadcast, some fans started asking for song requests.

"Singing? Sure, let's sing one to commemorate the birth of the nickname 'Brother Lou'." Jiang Yiting agreed with a smile and skillfully found the accompaniment.

As the prelude began, Chen Bainian sat up slightly.

It's the song with the same name as her live stream ID, "The Twelfth Floor".

In his past life, her covers were absolutely superb; her languid yet story-driven performances were one of the melodies that accompanied him while he worked overtime.

"I forgot to close that door, that window..."

His deep voice still sounded pleasant, and his technique was on point.

However, compared to the singing voice Chen Bainian heard ten years later, the singing voice at this moment lacked the unique, effortless charm that comes with the passage of time.

But it is precisely this "not yet perfect" quality that makes her seem more real and closer to the "12th floor" that is striving to shine and has not yet been fully defined.

The song ended, but the lingering charm remained.

"Alright, alright, that's all for tonight." Jiang Yiting's voice was slightly hoarse from the live stream, but still clear. "I was rushing back from my flight today, so I'm really tired. As always—love games, enjoy life. It's great to meet you all, I'm Twelfth Floor."

Goodnight, everyone.

The live stream went dark.

Chen Bainian turned off the live stream, plunging the room into darkness.

The seeds have been sown, and the hooks have been cast.

Next, we'll see how "Big Brother" performs tomorrow, and whether that post on WeChat Moments can accurately trigger the curiosity of "Twelfth Floor".

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After the live stream ended, Jiang Yiting finally relaxed, leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Live streaming, especially live streaming that combines high-intensity gameplay with real-time interaction, is far from as easy as it seems.

It may seem like you're just sitting there playing, but in reality, you're constantly engaging your attention: operating the game, providing commentary, reading the live chat, responding to jokes, and managing the flow of the game... It's incredibly mentally taxing.

When the show first started airing, she was often overwhelmed by the tsunami of comments that frequently went off-topic.

But gradually, she found her rhythm and even began to enjoy this direct interaction.

She discovered that these unexpected jokes and sharp questions could actually amplify the instantaneous emotions brought about by the game most realistically, whether it was ecstasy, frustration, or a flash of inspiration.

This sparked in her the idea of ​​appearing on camera in a live stream in the near future.

After resting for a while, she picked up her phone, which had been silent for a long time.

After replying to her family's goodnight greetings, she opened the new chat window.

The "cat thief" sent me a photo.

A small black frizzy dumpling was engrossed in a small stainless steel bowl of dry rice, its little tail slightly upturned in its focus.

Although the hair was a little messy, it was still clean and seemed to be doing quite well.

Looking at the photos, the scene from that afternoon involuntarily came to mind.

The tall, thin boy had simple, tousled hair, a clean-cut face, and an air of scholarly refinement.

He was wearing a short black down jacket and gray sweatpants, and carrying a programmer-style backpack.

Aside from a slightly strange look in his eyes, he didn't leave a bad impression on her overall.

She thought for a moment and typed back: "Then let's meet at the pavilion in the central garden of the community at 10 a.m. tomorrow."

Just enough time to sleep in, and I can even invite Xiaoyezi along.

She was making plans.

After waiting for two minutes without receiving a reply, Jiang Yiting put down her phone, got up to pack her equipment, and washed up.

Forty minutes later, she snuggled into the soft blankets, still damp from the sweat; it was past midnight.

I picked up my phone, the screen lit up, but the chat window remained silent.

Jiang Yiting muttered under her breath, "Strange, are they asleep? Sleeping so early, young man?"

My fingertips involuntarily opened the chat box that hadn't been marked with a note yet.

His nickname is "Bainian" and his profile picture is a lone pine tree on a cliff, with a vigorous posture.

"Bai Nian... a hundred years?" she murmured unconsciously, her tone instinctively sarcastic. "Going to bed so early, do you want to live like an old tortoise?"

With a hint of curiosity, she clicked into his Moments.

The first post was published around the same time she received the kitten photos.

"Getting Over It? A Chinese indie game...producer?"

Jiang Yiting blinked, her sleepiness dissipating somewhat.

What a coincidence?

During tonight's live stream, someone asked her about how the "cat thief" she encountered during the day turned into a "wild" indie game developer at night.

Is it a coincidence, or...?

This thought was like a pebble thrown into a lake, creating ripples that were hard to ignore.

She put down her phone, turned off the desk lamp, and stared at the ceiling in the darkness.

The meeting at 10 a.m. tomorrow seems to have suddenly taken on an unexpected and peculiar sense of inquiry.

Filled with this fresh curiosity, she slowly drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning, at seven o'clock.

Mingchun Garden, Building 3, Room 1201.

"Big brother... don't step on it." Chen Bainian opened his sleepy eyes and skillfully and gently restrained the black fur ball that was causing trouble on his face again.

Looking at the sky outside, which was already bright, Chen Bainian finally felt a sense of relief.

Being able to sleep through the night in this "big brother's" home is nothing short of a miracle.

"Okay, I'll get up and make you some cat food right away."

After comforting his older brother, Chen Bainian reluctantly put on his clothes.

With her hair flying wildly from being pressed down by the pillow, she sleepily measured the formula and mixed the warm water.

As the aroma of goat milk wafted through the air, the furry little creature at his feet immediately began to whine impatiently, its tail held high and circling around his ankle.

After serving his older brother breakfast, Chen Bainian went back to his bedroom to get his phone, went into the bathroom, and saw Jiang Yiting's reply from last night.

"Ten o'clock? That's pretty early." He muttered to himself, gave a brief confirmation, and then opened the carefully crafted post on his Moments.

This copy was a hook he silently threw out; it's just unknown whether Jiang Yiting saw it.

"Big brother, your toilet isn't here!" Chen Bainian cried out as he caught a glimpse of the black woolen man who had somehow crouched down at his feet. He knew his brother's state well.

He quickly finished using the toilet, picked up his older brother, and led him to the litter box in the corner of the living room.

I patiently taught him again, demonstrating by holding his two little paws and scratching the litter box a few times.

The older brother, however, simply stared at him with his round, bright blue eyes, tilting his head as if observing a performance art piece that had nothing to do with him.

"Big brother, this is your toilet, don't get it wrong again." Chen Bainian helplessly poked the kitten's forehead, and got up to clean up the "accident scene" in the toilet without complaint.

The morning passed quickly while I was scrolling through my phone and doing some light cleaning.

At 9:50, Chen Bainian carefully inspected "Big Brother" and its temporary supplies in the flight case, took a deep breath, and opened the door with the case.

Almost at the same instant his door lock clicked open, a clear sound of a door lock turning came from next door.

Jiang Yiting, with her hair tied in a high ponytail, walked out, and the two met in the narrow corridor.

They were so close they could smell each other's faint toiletries.

Chen Bainian was clearly surprised by the coincidence, and a hint of astonishment flashed across his face.

"What a coincidence." Jiang Yiting raised an eyebrow slightly, her magnetic voice echoing in the corridor with a hint of amusement.

She has lived here for more than half a year, while the house next door has remained empty.

Unexpectedly, the new neighbor who moved in turned out to be the "cat thief".

Jiang Yiting looked at him, a quick assessment flashing in her beautiful peach blossom eyes.

In a split second, her mind flashed through "Moments," "indie games," "last night's bullet comments," and the seemingly sincere and calm face in front of her.

"It's still quite cold. Why don't you stay here and come to my room instead?" Chen Bainian generously stepped aside and opened the door for him.