"Damn, even a production team's donkey would wail at this!"
"Nice! I like the old thief's one-step-ahead speed!"
"What, the old thief is fast?"
"I'm three seconds, can you be faster?"
"I have a premonition that the Call of Duty series will still bring us heartbreak."
"Then are you going to play it?"
"Yes!"
"Tsk~~~~~"
...
"That's all for today's stream. Everyone, stop slacking off. I'm begging you on behalf of your bosses to do some work."
Lu Li leaned back in his chair, legs crossed, looking smug. His viewers were infuriated.
"Why is this old thief so annoying now? I'm clenching my fists watching him."
On the other hand, Bai Zhiyuan's eyes sparkled. She felt like she had seen a hidden side of the mysterious designer, and it was quite interesting.
Her porcelain-like beautiful face trembled slightly as her brush-like eyelashes fluttered. The person in question might be immersed in a strange sort of happiness all day today.
Some rejoice, others grieve.
At the same time,
Looking at the now-closed stream, Sister Zhou frowned slightly, her eyes filled with complex emotions.
"You damn thief, you run so fast!"
Gritting her teeth, Sister Zhou's suppressed emotions were about to erupt.
This source of evil had made her feel down for a month, and she had just missed the opportunity to "gank" him, failing to fulfill a previous promise.
Not only that, but it had also made her lose her enthusiasm for PC games.
In the past few days, Sister Zhou had tried to play her formerly beloved PC games, but she found herself absentminded and unable to concentrate.
The image of BT, the big iron egghead, would occasionally drift into her mind, instantly pulling her mood to the lowest point.
She couldn't get into the zone at all, and having to reapply her makeup frequently disrupted the stream's flow.
After much deliberation, Sister Zhou decided to take a month off from streaming to rest properly.
She had invested too much emotion into "Titanfall" and couldn't shake off the sadness in the short term, which would also affect her viewers' experience.
At her level, money wasn't as pressing a need as it was when she wasn't as popular, and her schedule was relatively flexible.
The management of the Shark platform, having witnessed Sister Zhou's breakdown, understood her situation and readily granted her request.
When the Weibo message was posted, her fans' first reaction wasn't to care about Sister Zhou's emotions but to use the incident to denounce Lu Li, the old thief.
'Lu Li, you old thief, you've done all sorts of evil. Not only did you torment me, but you also prevented me from seeing the stream I wanted to watch for a month!'
'You damn thief, are you there? Why did you bring heartbreak!'
'It's been a full two weeks, and I haven't slept a single peaceful night.'
'I'm suffering, brothers, I'm really suffering. I haven't recovered...'
'Brothers, has there been any outcome with the easter egg? Why is it gone? What kind of Morse code is it?'
'I heard they are still deciphering it. It's quite mysterious. I hope it's something good.'
...
Weibo wasn't the primary battleground for streamers, and the message didn't generate much discussion.
Seeing the few comments, none of which showed any concern for her, Sister Zhou almost spat out a mouthful of blood and felt faint, her resentment towards Lu Li, the old thief, deepening.
"Huh?"
Seeing the suddenly skyrocketing resentment points, Lu Li looked confused.
"Call of Duty: Karma" and Au hadn't even been released yet.
Could it be that players who were a bit late to the party were now experiencing the emotional toll?
He couldn't be bothered to think about it; it was time for a nap.
...
"Wifey~~"
Tang Wanqiu, clinging to Chen Yingying, was exceptionally clingy at this moment, his bright eyes sending flirtatious glances that left the pretty lady momentarily stunned.
"You should rest more."
"We can talk about the new game later."
Chen Yingying, for the first time, rejected her husband's request. The reason was that Tang Wanqiu had scared her to death last week.
Tang Wanqiu, who owned two BT-7274 simulation access pods, sold one and kept the other for his own use.
The result was predictable.
When Chen Yingying returned home from work, she was shocked to see Tang Wanqiu curled up on the sofa, weeping.
The last time she had seen her husband in such a state was when Ghost fell. This time, it was clearly more impactful than the last, making him seem like a neglected kitten abandoned by its owner.
It could be said that players who owned BT simulation access pods experienced at least three emotional blows, and even the designer himself, who knew the plot, couldn't help but break down after the third blow.
One could only imagine the psychological state of ordinary players who didn't know the ending. For this reason, Chen Yingying helped Tang Wanqiu take two weeks of leave from work to rest and recover.
She took care of him every day like a new mother nursing her baby, and he had only started to show some improvement this week.
Tang Wanqiu, who seemed to have forgotten the pain, couldn't sit still upon hearing about Lingjing's new game release. "But... this is a PC game. Don't worry, it won't be as heartbreaking as the VR game."
"Besides, I need to maintain my gaming condition. If there's a rush event someday, I can win a prize and improve our home environment."
A player full of tricks.
Tang Wanqiu's words were half-truth and half-lie. Their small home had recently acquired several large items, which were made possible by Tang Wanqiu's superb gaming skills. Of course, there was also a bit of his own selfish desire involved.
A man remains a boy until death; this was his only remaining small hobby.
Lingjing's games were like ripe, juicy peaches, incredibly tempting to a gaming enthusiast like him. The quality was truly high.
"But you have to take care of your health too."
"I've never stopped you from playing games, but I don't want to see you damage your health by getting too invested."
"Do you know how scared I was that day? How scared I was, you scoundrel!"
Chen Yingying's small fists rained down on Tang Wanqiu's chest, as cute as a kitten kneading dough.
How could she not know her husband's small selfish desires? But she was worried about his health. If something like this happened a few more times, she feared her heart couldn't take it.
"I promise I won't get overly emotionally invested in the game."
Tang Wanqiu raised his hand to the sky and swore solemnly, "If I break this promise, may lightning strike me..."
RUMBLE!!
Chen Yingying quickly slapped his raised left hand, "I know, I know. Why would you make such a poisonous oath? You weren't even this serious when we got married."
"Damn it, this son of a bitch..."
"Tsk, don't curse." Chen Yingying glared, and Tang Wanqiu immediately shut his mouth obediently, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry wifey, I won't say it anymore."
Seeing his obedient demeanor, Chen Yingying couldn't maintain her stern expression any longer. After a pause, she said seriously, "Honey, I'm not stopping your hobby, but you really are getting too invested."
"Eh!"
Tang Wanqiu sighed heavily, "Can't be helped. Who made it Lingjing?"
"Believe me, just watch this stream."
Saying that, Tang Wanqiu pulled out the condensed seven-hour full playthrough video of Sister Zhou completing "Titanfall," compiled by netizens.
Late at night,
"Wuwuwu~~~ Sob sob~~ BT, why... why is he so stupid and loyal?"
"Wuwu~~ Exactly, that's why I was so heartbroken..."
"Wuwuwuwu~~~ Now it's good, I'm also crying with you... Sob sob... You bad guy!"
"Wuwuwu.... It's all Lingjing's fault..."
"Yes, Sob sob... Blame Lingjing... Wuwu!"
"......"
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