Who Was Finished?

Jiang Tingxu returned home after finishing everything, and Si You had already been streaming for over an hour.

Unlike the previous two times, perhaps the haters and rival fans had realized that his mental resilience had taken a qualitative leap and verbal humiliation could no longer achieve their goal. Or perhaps Si You's performance in the piano room had temporarily shut everyone up. In any case, the chat was much more harmonious.

Of course, Jiang Tingxu felt the main reason was that Yin-Yang Street's atmosphere and soundtrack were terrifying.

Especially when a ferocious ghost suddenly appeared and lunged at Si You, the BGM thumped against everyone's hearts.

[Um, if you're home alone, could you turn the volume down a little? I'm scared >﹏<]

[The person above, if you're scared, cover yourself with a blanket and sleep! You're a grown-ass man, what are you scared of?!]

"What if she's a young lady?" Si You caught sight of the comment after his character died. As he spoke, he lowered the music a little, saying narcissistically, "I think I should have quite a few female fans."

[Female fans in your dreams?! Don't you have any idea what your reputation is like now? My little niece came over yesterday and complained about you to my wife. She's a Shen Chuan fan. I'm a forty-something grown man, and I didn't even dare lift my head during dinner.]

"My condolences, bro." Si You spoke apologetically, but his face was full of gloating.

Even as he looked down on himself, the man sent Si You an airplane gift.

[Clear it tonight, and I'll send you another five.]

Si You immediately sat up straight. "Just watch!"

Jiang Tingxu chuckled. How did Si You manage to be both arrogant and such a suck-up? It somehow did not feel out of place at all.

Then a comment floated by: [I really am a girl QVQ. I can't play this myself, so I just like watching.]

[Holy shit, there really are female fans?!]

[+1. My hands are too slow, so I can't play it. I just like watching.]

Si You stared intently at the screen, seemingly not noticing, but the BGM became even quieter.

"I'll warn you before any jump scares. Just close your eyes," Si You added.

Bang!

Some viewers in front of their screens felt their hearts leap.

At the same time, a girl stared at Si You for a while before taking out her phone and logging into her Weibo account, which she had not used in ages. She did not follow celebrities, but at that moment, she was inexplicably drawn to open Si You's profile.

Si You's latest Weibo post was still the notification that he had gone live. When she opened the comments, the remarks from gaming fans had been pushed down, while the newest comments were all insults directed at Si You. The girl frowned slightly, then followed him without hesitation and created a supertopic for him.

Si You knew nothing about this. He was controlling his character toward the end of the street, while evil ghosts continuously poured out of the pitch-black houses on both sides. There were thirteen types in total, each with different attack methods and punishment effects. The drumbeats in the music had been pushed to the limit, and every viewer's heart was in their throat.

Si You did not want to manufacture any entertainment value. He knew that only clearing the game would bring true satisfaction, whether for himself or the viewers.

"Northeast! Dodge the black circle!"

"Count three seconds silently before going in. One, two, three, go!"

"Behind you, crouch!"

That was right. Si You had died more than twenty times along the way before memorizing every ghost's attack patterns and possible spawn locations. He had become so skilled that it made people's hearts ache.

Jiang Tingxu stared fixedly at the screen. The usually composed man straightened slightly, while Si You's character was already extremely close to the point of light!

[Spirits of heaven and earth, please, all you bodhisattvas.]

[I can't breathe...]

"The last one!" Si You's voice roused everyone's spirits, but a ghostly hand grabbed his shoulder at the same time. Everyone outside the screen could not help crying out. Si You's character was injured, slowing down slightly, and the undead's curse was suddenly right at his heels!

[It's over, it's over, it's over!]

Si You quickly opened his inventory. Before anyone could see clearly, golden light flashed around the character—it had consumed Soul-Returning Medicine! What insane hand speed was that?!

Then he held Space to charge into a running start. Just like in Infant Road, he leaped fiercely, then landed in a roll. No one had expected that a massive ghost holding a battle axe would be blocking the path before the dawn.

In an instant, countless people cursed out loud. What kind of trash game was this?! It had to set up an unavoidable death point at the very end? What the hell was the point of playing?!

Yet no one expected that Si You would not get up at all...

He kept holding down the charge bar, his expression unchanged. Then, just as the massive ghost swung its battle axe, he performed a sliding tackle and shot between its legs into the dawn. After several seconds of darkness, the huge words "Clear" appeared on the screen.

Si You's thumbs were numb from pressing the keys. He slowly released them, revealing a satisfied smile. Rolling his shoulders, he told his viewers, "Finished? Who was finished? Didn't I clear it?"

Then the chat exploded like a flood, scrolling at breakneck speed, while gifts filled the entire screen.

People had played Yin-Yang Street during its beta test, but without exception, they died over and over with nothing particularly interesting to watch. No one had been like Si You, as though he had been born specifically for horror games. He cleared it in one night, and especially that final slide—it slid straight into the hearts of countless viewers. It was practically a naked taunt toward fear and the game developers!

Awesome! That was insanely awesome!!

Si You spent five minutes thanking people for gifts until his lips were numb. He picked up his water cup and took a sip, unable to stop himself from saying, "How about just sending free gifts? I can't keep up with reading them."

[If you stop grinning like an idiot, I'll believe you.]

How could Si You not be happy? What was this? A guarantee for his livelihood!

Then the Starlit Spaceship effect exploded across the screen.

"Thanks, Jiang..." Si You hurriedly put down his cup. The moment he read the first syllable, his eyes lit up. "The boss is here?"

Jiang Tingxu noticed it, and his mood inexplicably lightened. [Mm. You played very well.]

"Thank you, thank you." Si You responded eagerly. It was not that he was materialistic; this was simply his current situation. Anyone who supported him despite the headwinds was family! Not to mention Jiang Tingxu had dropped tens of thousands on him.

The haters could not stand seeing Si You so pleased with himself and frequently tried to stir things up in the chat. But as had been said before, Si You now had quite a few "big-bro fans." Big bros were busy, and big bros were broad-minded. Unless it was a matter of principle, they would not argue with people.

So the haters stirred up nothing. No one paid them any attention.

Si You ended his stream gloriously that night. Just after getting out of the shower, he received a message from his manager, Yuan Fei: [The momentum is good. Keep it up.]

Si You raised an eyebrow. Yuan Fei had been watching his stream? That was somewhat unexpected. Si You had thought Yuan Fei took him on because he had said in the piano room that his new company had ignored him, and Xinsheng had randomly assigned someone to brush him off.

In fact, because Si You had been trending frequently over the past few days, the other CP guests from Spring Heartbeat had begun streaming to promote themselves. They had finally gained a little traction, only for it to be blown apart by the #Si You Yin-Yang Street# trending topic.

There was not a single thing anyone could fault about this Yin-Yang Street run. Even several highly respected big names in the horror gaming circle reposted it, calling it exhilarating.

Si You had used this to recover some of his reputation. People had already started saying that his previous delicate-flower persona had been forced on him by his old agency. After all, everyone knew the entertainment industry loved crafting personas.

Having that kind of momentum was enough. Si You was very satisfied. He had earned some money through streaming, but half a month later, Si You gradually stopped smiling, because season two of Spring Heartbeat was about to air.