Reborn to Make Games: My Girlfriend is a Game Streamer

As she spoke, Jiang Yiting swiftly shoved the keys into her pocket, her movements as fast as if she were hiding some contraband.

At the same time, she questioned Chen Bainian frantically with her eyes: What's going on? Why didn't you say so earlier? Who is this? Am I going to ruin my image?

At this moment, Xu Haoran, sitting on the sofa, was as shocked as if he had witnessed the final boss in a game appear in the beginner village.

He naturally recognized this person as "Twelfth Floor," the famous streamer in the console gaming section, who was the promotional partner Chen Bainian had previously sought for "Getting Over It."

But none of that is the point!

These are not the main points!

That's not the point!!!

The key point is that she just opened the door with a key!

It wasn't knocking or ringing the doorbell.

The action was as if he were returning to his own home, simply using his key to open the door and come in!

And that incredibly natural "little brother," like a "I'm back," followed by a barrage of questions about dinner...

All of this clearly indicates that this is a typical part of their relationship!

The sheer volume of information overwhelmed Xu Haoran's logic processor.

He instinctively sprang up from the sofa, his nearly 1.9-meter-tall frame standing ramrod straight, his facial expression on the verge of being out of control.

Xu Haoran opened and closed his mouth a few times before finally managing to squeeze out a dry sentence: "Y-hello, I'm Lao Chen's colleague, Xu Haoran."

As Chen Bainian watched this dramatic scene, he raised his hand and gently pressed his forehead, a barely perceptible smile flashing in his eyes.

He stepped forward and introduced her in a normal tone, "You're back? This is my colleague Xu Haoran, who came to see the apartment today. Old Xu, this is Jiang Yiting from the '12th floor,' she lives next door, she's my neighbor."

He paused for a moment, then looked at Jiang Yiting and said frankly, "It's okay, no need to borrow anything. What did you say you wanted to eat tonight?"

Jiang Yiting received the reassuring look in Chen Bainian's eyes and the casual and frank tone in his words, and the embarrassment in her heart instantly dissipated.

Her expression quickly returned to normal, and she smiled and nodded at Xu Haoran: "Xu Haoran, is that right? I often hear Teacher Chen mention you, saying you are his good brother and his best helper."

"Lou, Brother Lou," Xu Haoran said, trying to find his voice and sound normal. "I've watched your livestream, playing Getting Over It..."

At this point, Xu Haoran didn't know how to continue.

Saying you've seen her play "Getting Over It" is tantamount to bringing up her "dark history" to her face.

Online memes are one thing, but meeting up offline, especially in the same neighborhood, means Old Chen will probably be coming here often...

That's so embarrassing!

By the way, Old Chen should come less often in the future. How can he handle this situation on his own?

"Hey, it's all because of Teacher Chen's tricks." Jiang Yiting waved her hand with a smile, not taking it seriously.

She walked naturally into the kitchen, put down the reusable shopping bag, and peeked in: "Are you guys done chatting? I brought back some braised dishes, thinking we'd have something simple to eat. Haoran, why don't you join us? Consider it a celebration for your successful house viewing?"

"Oh? No, no, that's too much trouble!" Xu Haoran quickly waved his hand.

He felt like a giant light bulb and just wanted to get away from here as soon as possible.

"What's the big deal? It's just a matter of adding a pair of chopsticks," Chen Bainian said. "Besides, Teacher Jiang's family has a long tradition of Sichuan cuisine cooking. His father makes the chili sauce himself; you have to try it."

In the end, Xu Haoran was reluctantly allowed to stay.

Dinner consisted of a braised pork platter brought back by Jiang Yiting, accompanied by clear soup noodles cooked by Chen Bainian, and two simple stir-fries.

"Hey, less, less." Chen Bainian repeatedly stopped Jiang Yiting from adding more chili sauce to his noodles.

"Ugh—" Jiang Yiting glanced at Chen Bainian with disdain. This guy had been eating with her for so long, but his ability to eat spicy food hadn't improved at all.

She turned to Xu Haoran: "Brother Haoran, would you like something?"

Xu Haoran had been secretly observing the interaction between the two.

It's so natural.

This kind of tacit understanding cannot be formed by eating together once or twice.

Moreover, he remembered that Chen Bainian didn't eat spicy food at all.

Jiang Yiting herself only adds one spoonful of authentic Sichuan chili, yet Lao Chen can add half a spoonful?

When did his tastes change so much?

"I'm the same as Lao Chen," Xu Haoran cautiously replied.

He himself is from Jiangsu Province and doesn't eat spicy food.

If Chen Bainian hadn't said that it was made by Jiang Yiting's father, a genuine Sichuan cuisine chef, he probably wouldn't have even considered trying it.

Jiang Yiting naturally had a completely different attitude towards Xu Haoran than she did towards Chen Bainian, and she did not look down on him.

After adding half a spoonful of chili sauce as he requested, the three of them sat down and began to eat.

At the dinner table, Chen Bainian skillfully steered the conversation, defusing the awkwardness between the two of them, and the atmosphere quickly became lively.

Jiang Yiting asked curiously about the studio's situation, and Xu Haoran gradually relaxed, chatting about the interesting things that happened during the day and his expectations for the new project.

On his first attempt at authentic Sichuan spiciness, Xu Haoran's performance was no better than Chen Bainian's back then.

"Shh..." he whispered, taking a deep breath.

"Old Xu, let me get you a bottle of milk," Chen Bainian said, getting up to take a bottle of milk from the refrigerator.

"You're treating him like a little leaf." Jiang Yiting suddenly recalled Chen Bainian's stubbornness that night when he ate wontons.

To show that he was better than Xiaoyezi, he insisted that he didn't need milk.

Xu Haoran took the milk and gulped down a few mouthfuls, while secretly observing the interaction between the two people beside him.

Although Chen Bainian ate the same level of spiciness as him, he was clearly not as disheveled as him.

On the contrary, he seemed to be handling it with a bit of ease...

He wasn't like this before!

Regarding the slight change in Chen Bainian's ability to eat spicy food, and the little stories in their conversation that clearly have hidden motives...

If these two don't have some special relationship, Xu Haoran will change his name!

After finishing the meal, Xu Haoran, being extremely tactful, immediately got up to say goodbye, firmly refusing the two men's offer to see him off, and practically fled the scene.

Standing downstairs, the evening breeze helped him clear his head a little.

Then it came out uncontrollably:

The rumors about the two of them before...

Is it true?

No way, I have to interrogate Old Chen properly tonight when "The Twelfth Floor" airs!

Upstairs, after seeing Xu Hao off, Jiang Yiting helped clear the dishes while glancing at Chen Bainian, saying teasingly, "Teacher Chen, look how scared your friend was. The way he looked at me just now was like he'd seen a ghost."

Chen Bainian took the wet bowl she handed him, wiped it with a dry cloth, and unconsciously smiled slightly: "I was startled when you opened the door with your key."

"Then whose fault is it?" Jiang Yiting said matter-of-factly, her hands still moving. "Didn't you give me the key? I was just following your instructions to 'avoid trouble,' who knew your house had a distinguished guest hiding here today."

She emphasized the last few words, clearly conveying her resentment at "why wasn't I notified in advance?"

Chen Bainian shook his head helplessly, but there was a smile in his eyes: "I originally just came to have a drink of water and get familiar with the place after looking at the house."

"Okay, okay." Jiang Yiting hummed the tune of "The Twelfth Floor" lightly, "But next time there are outsiders coming, Teacher Chen had better let me know in advance, so I don't get into trouble again."

She turned her head and gave him a sly wink.

Night was falling outside the window, and lights were twinkling in every home.

Inside, the lights were soft, and the clinking of bowls and plates made a crisp sound, occasionally interspersed with the low conversation of the two men and the older brother's satisfied grumbling.

And that little episode about the "key" seems to have subtly anchored a certain tacit understanding and connection even deeper.