bookpower Chapter 389: 237 All About Emotion, No Acting (Second Update)_2
Chapter 389: 237 All About Emotion, No Acting (Second Update)_2
Chapter 389: Chapter 237 All About Emotion, No Acting (Second Update)_2
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Mists brushed past him, and strange birds lingered around them, becoming tangible musical notes that carried Wang forward, flying into the distance.
In the fairytale-like atmosphere, the melodious sound of the flute seemed to follow him everywhere, making Wang feel as if he were in a dream. He hadn’t realized how he had left the land behind, continuing to fly over the sea towards the far horizon.
“Wang!”
“What the heck!”
The sudden voice startled Wang.
Turning his head, he saw his girlfriend Zhao looking at him puzzledly, asking, “What are you doing?”
“Playing a game!”
“Oh, I thought you were cheating on me. But what game? You’ve been staring at the screen for almost an hour.”
Only then did Wang realize he might have been playing a bit too long, so long that he had even forgotten about his upcoming live streaming time.
Leaning back in his chair, Wang stared at the screen, pondering why this was the case.
There were no exciting battles, no numeric designs so addictive one couldn’t pull themselves away, just the melodious music and flying visuals were enough to engross him – the charm of this game was really a bit baffling.
Some players might find it looks too monotonous, but Wang felt it was just right. The game’s profound meaning was precisely what he enjoyed, and it even gave him the urge to stream it live.
With regular games, he could manage some antics, and even when there was nothing to play, he could count on his viewers to bring some fun into his stream.
But this game was like having a dream, blurring the line between reality and fantasy, which he really liked, but he had no idea how much the viewers would get it.
After thinking for a while, Wang made a decision.
Let’s do it!
After all, he was a big-time streamer, and it was okay to be capricious once in a while!
So, when it was time to go live, Wang opened his streaming channel, took a sip of warm water, and said to the fans flooding in, “Today, we’ll try playing...”
[“Remember Me,” right? Wang, we’re long-time fans here, let’s switch to a different game.]
“Why? Are you guys looking down on your boy Wang? You make me play horror games all the time and I take it, but is there a problem if I occasionally want to play a game I like? Or are you guys convinced I’m just some uncultured Han Dynasty brute who can’t appreciate something refined?”]
[Don’t explode like that, man. It’s just that Gong Gong’s streaming the same game next door, and the show’s blowing up. You playing it now would be nothing new. Sorry for bringing up another UP’s stream.]
“It’s cool, but why though?”
[You’ll see if you look.]
(System Announcement: Jin the Happy Go Lucky has gifted a Captain membership.)
[Log off, Gong Gong, you need to rest.]
(System Announcement: Gong Gong’s Real Mom has gifted a Captain membership.)
[What kind of lousy names are you all picking! Not satisfied with just taking advantage, are you!]
(System Announcement: Gong Gong’s Real Daughter has gifted a Captain membership.)
Seeing these people crazily spending money on Gong Gong, Wang felt that maybe the world’s gamers were a bit twisted.
But Gong Gong fiercely blew her nose and said determinedly, “It’s okay, I can do this!”
“Shu Guang!”
Gazing into the mirror-like salt lake, the moment Gong Gong saw the shimmering human figure, her defenses collapsed, and she broke down into tears once again.
Unlike the weeping Gong Gong, the Shu Guang in the game seemed to know what had happened after.
He patted Gong Gong’s character in a friendly manner, then took her hand and slowly walked above the salt lake.
Ripples spread out from under their feet, their shadows reflecting clearly on the surface of the lake, each frame as beautiful as a mural.
Unlike the Far Traveler Wang had met, Shu Guang communicated with light.
The light constantly changed in his hands, like fireworks transforming in the sky, at times revealing a smiling face, at times shaking his head helplessly.
Though both were Far Travelers, the two had distinctly different personalities, and the attitudes they displayed were not the same.
The one thing they had in common was their tenacity towards the distant temple; no matter what, they would both make their way to that temple, to face their destiny.
After watching for a while, Wang somewhat understood why Gong Gong had been able to gain such massive popularity in such a short time.
Some people had already pointed out Gong Gong’s current state, saying it was “all emotion, no acting.”
And “Remember Me” was a game that was “all emotion, almost no design.” The emotions of the game resonated perfectly with Gong Gong’s, bringing out the sentiment the game intended to convey in a more genuine fashion and allowing every viewer to feel it.
In an internet age full of acting, this earnest emotion was painfully sincere and laid the foundation for Gong Gong’s success.
Shaking his head gently, Wang knew he couldn’t emulate her.
Some things really depend on talent; Fang Cheng had shown great potential soon after becoming a broadcaster, proving to be an exceptionally talented individual.
After silently watching for a while, Wang left Gong Gong’s live stream and started his own broadcast again.
He knew no matter how he streamed, he would never reach the popularity Gong Gong had, but he never thought about changing to another game either.
He just wanted to see the story of his Far Traveler and then remember their name.