Reborn to Make Games: My Girlfriend is a Game Streamer

Jiang Yiting, wearing those cute white fluffy slippers, led Xiao Yezi back home.

Also taken away were "Big Brother" and the airline crate he used as his hut.

They called it "emotional compensation" for Xiao Yezi, and said she would stay at her house for two days.

But Chen Bainian saw it clearly.

From the second half of the conversation onward, Jiang Yiting's eyes, which kept unconsciously landing on the little black cat and carrying a hint of a smile, had already betrayed her thoughts.

Chen Bainian chuckled inwardly, thinking that this excuse of "emotional compensation" was probably just Jiang Yiting's own scheme to keep the cat.

Children have no idea about the tricks adults use to "abuse their power for personal gain".

Little Leaf just nodded vigorously in agreement, holding the kitten like it was a rare treasure.

After seeing off the big and small cats, and closing the door, the world suddenly became quiet.

It's not the kind of tranquility that makes you feel relaxed, but rather a kind of... quietness that feels like the background white noise has been suddenly removed, with a sense of emptiness.

Chen Bainian stood in the entryway for two seconds, stunned, before turning around and starting to tidy up.

The used water cups were washed and put away properly, and a few black loose fibers remained on the floor mat where "Big Brother" had been lying.

He squatted down and patiently picked up each one, throwing them into the trash can.

After doing all that, he straightened up and looked around the living room, which suddenly seemed a bit "big". A strange, long-lost, yet slightly unfamiliar sense of "tranquility" slowly enveloped him.

He put his laptop away and returned it to his study, then sat down in his familiar computer chair.

The afternoon sun, shining from the west, streamed through the window and fell directly on the table and the whiteboard, with tiny dust particles slowly floating in the light.

The computer desk was very clean, with only a computer tower, two monitors side by side, and a few well-worn "brick books" on game design.

The whiteboard standing next to it was divided into two parts, left and right.

On the left is a rough development plan for "Getting Over It".

The bottom line, after "Game completed and launched on Steam," is already checked.

He picked up his pen and wrote on the next line:

February 2.21st, Lou Ge's live stream.

As he wrote these words, the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.

During their brief conversation that morning, a few flashes of inspiration still lingered in their minds.

Jiang Yiting's keen intuition about the show's impact surprised him.

We only have one chance, so we must maximize the promotional effect of this live stream.

The pen tip lightly touched the four characters "Lou Ge Live", as if stamping a decisive seal on this simple date.

On the right side of the whiteboard was the title he had solemnly written in red marker: "HP System Optimization Solution 1.0".

Below are some of the health guidelines he set for himself after his rebirth:

1. Sleep optimization: Go to bed early and wake up early

2. Optimize your diet: Eat three meals a day at regular times, ensure a balanced diet, and drink plenty of water.

3. Exercise optimization: Appropriate fitness

4. Stress Optimization: Managing Emotions

5. System monitoring: Regularly review and adjust as needed.

He placed this "health guide" alongside the development plan.

It's to constantly remind myself with the color of blood: health comes first, making money second. The shadow of sudden death in my past life must never be repeated.

To avoid ending up like in my previous life due to getting too engrossed in development.

The first rule is: go to bed early and get up early.

Because of my older brother's appearance, we almost went bankrupt completely after the New Year...

Thinking of the little guy who always woke him up in the early morning with his face-stepping service, Chen Bainian couldn't help but smile.

He shook his head with a smile, then looked back at the screen, preparing to organize the subsequent game development plans.

My fingers had just touched the keyboard when they stopped moving.

He listened intently.

It's too quiet.

There was no "tap-tap" sound of little paws running across the wooden floor, nor the subtle breathing and presence that always followed him at a distance whenever he was home.

He suddenly felt uneasy.

I stood up and walked to the corner of the living room—where the "big brother's" food bowl, water bowl, and litter box used to be, but now they were empty.

He then walked over to the sofa and checked if there was still cat hair stuck to it.

Finally, he even opened the storage cabinet where pet supplies were kept, as if by some strange impulse. The bag of kitten food that had just been opened had been taken away, leaving only spare cat litter and a few small toys.

"I should have brought everything..." he muttered to himself, closing the cabinet door.

He sat back down at his computer, took a deep breath, and tried to concentrate.

The text scrolled across the screen, but every ten minutes or so, he would subconsciously glance at his phone screen to see if there were any new messages, or... listen for any hallucinatory meows at the door.

The sunlight moved slowly through the room, casting his long, slanted shadow onto the whiteboard.

The red title of "HP System Optimization Solution" stands out prominently against the light and shadow.

Chen Bainian finally realized.

This plan, which aims to help him "live longer," was successfully implemented after the first step was "obtaining a quiet working environment."

What it brings is a kind of calm that requires readjustment and feels slightly unbalanced.

At the heart of this tranquility, there seems to be a fuzzy, snoring black center of gravity missing.

I wonder if the little guy temporarily fostered next door will adapt to the new environment, or if he'll...

At some point, I remembered this temporary "cat slave" whose face it had once stepped on.

He smiled helplessly and forcibly pulled his attention back to his work.

After dinner, Chen Bainian paced back and forth in the living room twice, finally finding himself a plausible excuse.

He took a deep breath and knocked on the door of room 1202 next door.

The door opened relatively quickly.

Jiang Yiting appeared behind the door, holding the black woolen ball in her arms.

"Big Brother" nestled comfortably in her arms, his chin resting on her forearm, his big blue eyes lazily glancing towards the door.

"What's up?" Jiang Yiting raised an eyebrow when she saw it was him.

Chen Bainian's gaze swept over the cat's face, he cleared his throat, and tried to make his tone sound objective and considerate.

"Hmm. Considering you're going to be livestreaming tonight, I'm worried that 'Big Brother' might bother you if he's here. Maybe... I could leave him here?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yiting lowered her head and scratched her "big brother's" chin with her fingertips, and the little guy immediately cooperated by making a loud "snoring" sound.

"No need," she said, a half-smile playing on her lips as she looked up again. "It seems quite well-behaved; it shouldn't cause any trouble."

"Pretty...well-behaved?" Chen Bainian muttered the word to himself.

I simply can't connect it with that little bastard who stomped on his face right at midnight.

He was speechless when Jiang Yiting asked, "Do you want to watch my live stream here?"

She asked casually, but her gaze held a hint of inquiry.

When Chen Bainian met the sapphire-like cat eyes in her arms, the little guy innocently let out a soft "ooh".

The sense of loss of being "abandoned" in his heart grew stronger, and he shook his head: "No, I'll go back and check."

"Then wait a moment." Jiang Yiting didn't try to persuade her further. She bent down, put "Big Brother" down at the door, and turned back into the house.

As soon as the little guy landed, he rubbed against Chen Bainian's feet and nudged his slippers with his head.

Chen Bainian squatted down, tapped its forehead with his finger, and whispered, "You little ingrate, you'll only follow whoever feeds you, won't you?"

The "big brother" bobbed his head as he was being tapped, and even tried to reach out his paw to grab his finger.

At this moment, Jiang Yiting came back and handed over a vacuum-packed bag: "Here, this is for you."

Chen Bainian looked closely and saw that it was the familiar spicy rabbit leg, exactly the same as the one he gave Xiao Yezi yesterday.

The air seemed to instantly fill with that tempting aroma of spicy and savory flavors, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

But thinking about his health plan, especially the "diet optimization" part, he still forced himself to wave his hand and said, "No need, no need, you're too kind."

Jiang Yiting didn't retract her hand, but tilted her head slightly, giving a slightly provocative and questioning look: "What? You're not afraid of spicy food like Xiao Yezi, are you?"

This sudden head tilt made Chen Bainian feel as if his heart had been lightly tickled by a feather, and his male dignity was inexplicably challenged.

"How could that be? I can handle spicy food really well!"

Before she finished speaking, he had practically snatched the bag of chilly rabbit legs from her hands, as if delaying even a second would confirm his accusation that he "couldn't eat spicy food."

"Okay, then."

A triumphant smile flashed in Jiang Yiting's eyes. She quickly picked up her "big brother" at her feet, and without saying a word, slammed the door shut with a "bang." Her movements were as fluid as if she had rehearsed them.

As soon as the door closed, Jiang Yiting leaned against the door panel and couldn't help but lower her head and laugh.

Recalling Chen Bainian's change of expression just now, from disappointment to being provoked, and then to a slightly flustered look, it was completely different from his usual calm and composed demeanor.

She rubbed "Big Brother's" furry head and whispered, "Look at your human, he's quite interesting."

After calming herself down a bit, Jiang Yiting sat down at the computer desk with her "big brother" in her arms.

She first placed the little guy on her lap, and it behaved itself, tucking its little hands in its pockets, its blue eyes curiously observing the flashing screen and various devices.

Jiang Yiting began adjusting the camera angle to ensure her face was clearly visible.

The "big brother" seemed to be attracted by the reflection in the camera lens and suddenly stood up, eager to try it out.

"Hey, you can't play with this." Jiang Yiting quickly and gently put her arm around it, coaxing it softly, her tone filled with indulgence that she herself didn't realize.

She simply picked it up, letting its little head get close to the camera, and jokingly pointed at its reflection on the screen, saying, "Look, you're going to be on TV soon. Be good, and I'll earn you some dried fish."

After calming "Big Brother" down, she put him back on her lap, using one hand to operate the OBS software to set up the live stream scene, while the other hand unconsciously and intermittently stroked his fluffy head.

The little guy seemed to enjoy being touched, and a loud "purring" sound came from his throat, which was especially clear in the quiet room.

Jiang Yiting smiled and let it lean against her, continuing to focus on checking the streaming settings to ensure everything was perfect.

In the morning, Chen Bainian gave her some suggestions and ideas for tonight's live broadcast.

After thinking it over, she decided to adopt these suggestions.

No, she decided to take this opportunity to make some changes...

Outside the door, Chen Bainian looked at the heavy rabbit leg in his hand, then at the tightly closed door, sighed helplessly, and muttered to himself, "Is it really necessary... like we're guarding against thieves?"

It seems we definitely won't be able to take this cat back today.

He returned to 1201, turned on his computer, entered the "12th Floor" live stream room, and placed the rabbit leg aside.

At exactly 6:30, the live stream lit up on time, and that familiar, magnetic, and languid voice came through:

"I love games, enjoy life, and I'm happy to meet everyone. I'm from the 12th floor."

Good evening everyone, tonight...

Let me introduce you to a unique domestically produced indie game.