Maybe after a few years, when all of us born in the '90s and '00s had reached our forties or fifties, we would take a trip to an Internet café in our spare time.
Only to discover that all the computers were gone, replaced by gaming pods. Now that would be incredibly cool.
Once the full-dive version of PUBG was completed, Jiang Siming would make another online game with full-dive technology.
By then, people could change things up, entering the game to kill monsters, roam the martial world, travel the ends of the earth with a sword at their side, accompanied by loneliness and wine, poets and dogs. Wouldn't that be wonderful?
He was getting a little ahead of himself.
Jiang Siming returned to reality and turned on the computer. A million-yuan computer really was something—three seconds was all it took to boot up.
As usual, he opened his livestream. Hundreds of thousands of viewers quickly flooded in from both platforms.
Jiang Siming was already used to it. This was simply the norm for his livestreams. No matter when he started or how late he was, the moment he went live, countless fans would show up to support him.
That was the status of the number-one streamer.
" The bastard finally started streaming!"
"He's ghosted us for several days again. Any new songs today?"
"I just finished watching the latest episode of Chicken Strip and got 'Song of the Flying Insects' stuck in my head."
"Hahaha, history class was so boring, so I'm sneaking a peek at Ming Shen's stream."
"I'm watching a livestream right under my boss's nose. I don't want to hear any of your nonsense."
"Ming Shen, I!#@￥@￥ love you~ Hehe."
Looking at these adorable fans, Jiang Siming suddenly called out to them:
"Quit yapping online. If