He backed out and kept scrolling down Roswita's channel.
"She even has ASMR?"
Zhao Bai muttered to himself, planning to secretly click on one when Bronya wasn't around.
"Don't watch it."
Bronya said, "If you want your ears cleaned, come to Bronya."
Zhao Bai had thought people opened those videos to look at the stove, but it turned out they only wanted to look at her tits. No one cared about the cooking at all. People really were cruel.
Durandal, on the other hand, was much more normal.
Out of a twenty-minute game recording, eleven minutes were spent dying and reloading saves.
"How did I die?" was the line that appeared most often.
"I think I'm lost..." came in second.
"So bad."
After watching an episode of "Bianca Takes You Through Dark Souls," Bronya sincerely offered her critique and quickly backed out. Just as Einstein couldn't stand Cocolia's arbitrary decisions, Bronya didn't care much for players who were such noobs.
She had thought Theresa was the limit.
But she hadn't expected the number one Valkyrie of Schicksal to be number one at gaming too.
Number one at being bad.
"I can't take it. She even gets stuck in Fireboy and Watergirl."
Zhao Bai rubbed his eyes too.
Durandal's streaming career had been a process of high hopes → utter defeat → instant apology. It happened incredibly fast, repeating over and over without end, like she'd been hit by the power of creation from Black Abyss White Flower.
Let's look at Moonlit Embrace.
Zhao Bai entered Yue Xia's channel and found that she streamed horror games: severed limbs, mysterious resurrections, emaciated sorcerers whispering in his ear. There were the Silent Hill series, the Outlast series, the Paranormal HK series...
He scrolled down with a frown and discovered the problem.
"Many of