Chapter 6

“This year’s game publishers, if they still had any shred of dignity, I wouldn’t have to delay my updates…”

The gaming blogger, Tonghao Mama, put down his mouse, sat numbly in his chair, and muttered helplessly.

Pulling all-nighters to test games isn’t scary.

What’s scary is pulling all-nighters and getting nothing in return.

He stayed up testing over a dozen recently released games, and not a single one made him last more than an hour.

Let alone any new game that could actually catch his eye.

At this moment.

The gaming blogger, while cursing the game companies, couldn’t help but grow deeply anxious about his own future.

If things kept going like this, his show “Weekly Immortal Grass Game Report” would likely die soon.

Viewers aren’t fools—who wants to watch reviews of nothing but trash games?

Thud!

Thud!

Thud…

Just as Tonghao was frazzled and his scalp tingling, someone gently knocked on the door behind him.

Soon after, a young woman with short hair walked in slowly.

It was his assistant, Xiao Song.

“What’s wrong with you? The first day you came to work for me, I told you: unless it’s an emergency, don’t come in while I’m editing footage!”

After being frustrated and sleep-deprived, one’s temper flares—even if one doesn’t realize it.

Xiao Song froze, then stammered after a long pause: “S-sorry, Boss! There’s something I need to report!”

Seeing his assistant’s nervousness,

Tonghao Mama’s tone softened slightly: “What’s so important it couldn’t wait until after I finish editing?”

Xiao Song steadied herself and spoke:

“Boss, yesterday a game company sent over a game in closed beta. I tried it out and thought it was pretty good, so I wanted you to take a look—maybe we can turn it into content.”

A game in closed beta?

Upon hearing this, Tonghao Mama’s face darkened instantly.

Honestly,

if the assistant standing before him were a boy, he might’ve just screamed and asked if this was his first day on the job.

“You’re bringing me a half-baked game to test?”

Tonghao Mama sighed, helplessly continuing:

“Have you fallen in love recently? I’m starting to doubt your IQ’s offline—how can you have zero judgment?

If I turn this half-baked game into content, even my family genealogy will ascend to heaven…”

Lately, “Weekly Immortal Grass Game Report”’s reputation had plummeted sharply.

If he now pushed out another beta game to fool his fans, and got cursed out for his ancestors eighteen generations deep, he’d think it was fair.

“Boss, just try it first! This is definitely a good game—pure Immortal Grass!”

Xiao Song puffed out her chest, placed the files on the desk corner, and added: “Boss, I’m going back to sleep—I’ve been up all night, my skin’s oily!”

Hearing this, Tonghao unconsciously glanced out the window.

The sky had already brightened.

Runners in the distance had appeared in the park.

At that moment,

Tonghao suddenly realized: his assistant had stayed up all night… with him?

That’s odd!

In the past, Xiao Song had worked late, but she always left by ten p.m.

Last night, she’d pulled an all-nighter.

Thinking of this,