Agreeing to Create Bad Games, What the Hell Is ‘Titanfall’? Chapter 142: Dating! Do Not Disturb!

The fragrant dumplings were placed on the table!

Shen Miaomiao had specially ordered so marinated dishes and cold appetizers from outside.

Of course, there was also a bottle of ice-cold beer!

Shh—

The crisp beer was opened, and Shen Miaomiao raised the beer glass, gulping it down. The rich foam left a frothy mustache at the corner of her lips, making her look like a little kitten that had just sneaked a sip of milk.

“Ah—refreshing!”

Shen Miaomiao puckered her lips and let out a satisfied sigh.

Originally, the beer was bought for Gu Sheng and the other three n.

But Shen Miaomiao was in a great mood today, so she joined in the drinking.

During the al, the group was lively and cheerful.

The three brothers shared funny stories from their university days, making Shen Miaomiao laugh heartily.

They chatted from college life to work, then about the amusing monts from the early days of Golden Wind, with bursts of laughter filling the room.

The appetizers on the table gradually diminished, and the dumplings were completely devoured by everyone.

“Then, let’s… toast!”

After swallowing the last delicious dumpling, Shen Miaomiao’s face flushed red as she raised her glass.

Looking at Little Nezha, Gu Sheng sighed helplessly.

One bottle of beer shared among four people was roughly three bottles per man.

This amount was nothing to these three big guys; at most, it was just a little tipple.

But for Little Nezha, it was quite a lot.

After all, she usually abstained from alcohol entirely.

Throughout the al, Gu Sheng had repeatedly advised Little Nezha to stop, to drink moderately and just for pleasure.

But for so reason, she seed unusually excited today, even a bit wild, repeatedly raising her glass to toast the three of them.

And this was the result.

At this mont, Little Nezha grinned foolishly, her cheeks flushed crimson, her big eyes slightly unfocused.

She was never very sharp, and now she looked even more silly.

“Cheers—!!!”

With their glasses raised, the cold beer clinked together, marking the end of a joyful dinner.

Full and satisfied!

Lu Bian and Da Jiang helped Old Gu tidy up the house neatly, then didn’t linger long, drinking so tea before taking their leave.

Freeloading dinner guests, livening the atmosphere, flattering the main big brother, helping clean up, drinking tea out of courtesy, chatting briefly, then leaving.

Who was Lu Bian?

He was a top-tier pilot himself, and now acting as wingman had beco second nature to him.

His smooth operations were flawless and perfect.

As the stairwell door opened, Lu Bian and Da Jiang tossed the trash they had brought along into the bin.

Closing the bin lid, Lu Bian handed Da Jiang a cigarette. “What’s on your mind? Why the deep thoughts?”

“I’m thinking about that dinner just now.”

Da Jiang frowned slightly, his expression serious.

“That dinner? What’s wrong? Sothing off about it?”

Lu Bian was puzzled, lighting his cigarette and asking.

Da Jiang said:

“Look, during that al,

Brother Sheng added to the vinegar dish eight tis. The small half bottle of vinegar they had was all drunk by him.

And Shen Miaomiao? She was peeling garlic almost the whole ti, eating nearly one and a half bulbs by herself...”

“So you an when he wasn’t talking much during the al, he was actually counting for the two of them?”

Lu Bian was dumbfounded, unable to understand Da Jiang’s train of thought:

“So? Why are you observing such weird details?”

“That’s why I’m thinking...”

Da Jiang pondered, took a deep drag of his cigarette, exhaled the smoke, and his expression grew grave:

“If those two are kissing, would it be with the taste of pickled garlic?”

“I see other couples have nas, so tell , could Brother Sheng and Shen Miaomiao be called the Pickled Garlic Couple from now on?”

Lu Bian: ...

Seeing Lu Bian remain silent, Da Jiang looked at him oddly.

Lu Bian was scrolling through his phone.

A bit confused: “What are you doing? Who are you calling?”

“ntal hospital,”

Lu Bian stubbed out his cigarette and exhaled a sigh of frustration:

“Nothing, Da Jiang, let’s not give up hope on treatnt. I’ll find you the best neurologist in the country.

I will cure your brain damage, no matter how much it costs!!!”

...

“That’s not sothing money can fix at all!!!”

anwhile!

At Gu Sheng’s house, facing Little Nezha’s stubborn and mischievous grin, Gu Sheng was at a loss!

“Shen Miaomiao, do you even know what you’re saying?”

Gu Sheng bit into a cucumber, rolling his eyes in frustration:

“A cucumber slice with a funny face? Let alone if it exists, have you ever seen one?”

“Where am I supposed to find that for you?!”

Ridiculous beyond belief!

The more you fear sothing, the more it happens!

Earlier at the table, Gu Sheng had kept warning Little Nezha not to drink too much, afraid she’d lose control once drunk.

But he still couldn’t stop it.

As soon as Lu Bian and the others left, this little lady started her antics.

First, she insisted Gu Sheng find her a cucumber slice with a funny face, arguing it was reciprocation since she had given him a smiling cucumber slice before, so he owed her one with a different expression.

Gu Sheng said such a thing didn’t exist, and she rolled and howled on the sofa like a spoiled child.

Helpless, Gu Sheng used a fruit knife to carve a funny face on a cucumber slice to soothe this brat’s mood.

But that wasn’t the end.

After munching on the funny cucumber slice, Shen Miaomiao dragged Gu Sheng into the kitchen to ss around.

Because she was dizzy and kept ssing up the dishes, she got so frustrated she started to cry.

After calming her down, Shen Miaomiao sohow got it into her head to play chess with Gu Sheng.

Seeing she couldn’t win, she began cheating.

Claiming her elephant was a flying elephant that could cross the river, her horse a thousand-mile horse that could jump thrice, her pawn was a special forces soldier who could charge like a rook.

She even grabbed Gu Sheng’s old general piece and flipped it to capture his old general, saying it was a spy she planted in Gu Sheng’s army, enduring hardship for this mont.

Eating, playing gas, chess, watching movies...

Gu Sheng was at his wit’s end.

Although it was only one night, it was enough for Gu Sheng to decide never to let Little Nezha touch alcohol again!

She was just too much trouble!

Finally!

When the movie’s end credits appeared on the living room projector,

Little Nezha beside him finally quieted down completely.

Gu Sheng turned to look and saw her eyelids fluttering, nodding off like a sleepy bug, her little head nodding down repeatedly.

“Alright,”

Gu Sheng patted Shen Miaomiao gently:

“You look so sleepy, go wash up and get so sleep.”

“Ah... um...”

Shen Miaomiao woke slightly, eyes heavy with exhaustion, seeming ready to pass out any second, but stubbornly shook her head:

“I’m not sleepy... you’re finally playing with ... I haven’t played enough yet.”

Perhaps because of the wine and extre tiredness, Shen Miaomiao didn’t even realize these words slipped out of her heart.

Upon hearing this, Gu Sheng froze.

Looking at the girl beside him, struggling to keep her eyes open, dazed, her face slightly flushed.

An indescribable feeling of heart flutter rose within him.

He reached out to touch Little Nezha’s head but hesitated mid-air for two seconds, then instead patted her shoulder:

“Then how about we play together again tomorrow? It’s already late, ti to sleep.”

“Mm... mm...”

Shen Miaomiao’s lips parted slightly, blinking hard as she looked at the wall clock:

“Then... can we really play together tomorrow...”

“Yes, yes,”

Gu Sheng nodded solemnly:

“Tomorrow is Sunday, no work.”

“Mm hm...”

Shen Miaomiao could hardly stay awake now, her voice turning almost into mumbling, low and soft:

“But you’re always... working.”

“I won’t work tomorrow,”

Gu Sheng said without hesitation:

“I won’t do any work tomorrow.”

“Mm hm... hey...”

Shen Miaomiao’s voice grew softer:

“Then tomorrow... I want to go to the amusent park... roller coaster... carousel...”

“Alright, we’ll leave early tomorrow morning.”

Gu Sheng gently patted Shen Miaomiao’s shoulder.

Using the last bit of her fading consciousness, Shen Miaomiao muttered: “You... um, okay... Gu...”

“What?”

Gu Sheng didn’t catch it and turned to look at her.

But at that mont, she was too exhausted, resting her head on his shoulder and falling into a deep sleep, breathing evenly.

The warm orange glow of the small night lamp in the living room bathed the quiet night in a romantic hue.

And in Gu Sheng’s heart, it seed filled by that night lamp.

In the long darkness where light had been absent, a glimr suddenly danced, making his heartstrings tremble slightly.

Like a pool of clear water in cracked, dry earth, like fresh green buds on a parched tree.

More like blowing dust off a half-century-old obscure book, revealing a delicate and lovely face amidst the swirling dust.

She frowned at tis, smiled at others; her emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and fear were all colors that haunted his soul.

At this mont,

The owner of that face curled up beside him, her head gently resting on his shoulder, breathing peacefully and evenly.

Gu Sheng slightly turned his head.

Her hair, soft and glossy with a peachy fragrance, drew closer. But the next second, he stopped.

He pursed his lips, took his phone from beside him, raised it, and pressed the shutter.

Click.

Wrapped in a small blanket like a resting little animal, Little Nezha, and Gu Sheng, smiling and making a peace sign with one hand, were frozen in this mont.

“Sigh...”

Leaving a photo behind, Gu Sheng sighed softly and murmured:

“Although you made sleep on the sofa all night back at Bogley,

But I can’t be unkind when you’re unkind to ...”

Saying this, Gu Sheng gently hugged Shen Miaomiao’s neck and legs, lifted her up, gently opened the door, placed her on the bed, paused, then turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Click.

Hearing the door close, Shen Miaomiao turned over on the bed, mumbling drowsily in her room:

“Coward...”

...

The next day, Sunday.

The progress on the Season Pass had been rapid lately.

Since Wang Xiaoming proposed this whole set of in-app purchase systems, everyone had beco increasingly motivated.

Thanks to close cooperation across departnts, although the project was only about two-thirds complete,

the entire in-app purchase system, including the Season Pass and loot boxes, was basically finished.

Everyone’s enthusiasm for developnt was very high.

Making money was secondary.

The main reason was that everyone wanted to see how this brand-new in-app purchase revenue model would be received in the market.

Because currently, from the designers’ perspective, the project team was very optimistic about this purchase model.

But as designers, all their opinions were subjective.

This unprecedented revenue model’s market impact would ultimately be judged by the players.

And now,

The related items for in-app rewards were nearly finalized.

For the Season Pass, after communication between the planning and art departnts, they agreed on the proposal from art director Xu Da Jiang to set the Pilot suit as the final grand prize.

As for loot boxes, legendary and below-tier gun skins and other reward items were also confird.

In other words,

Now!

Only the initial ten legendary heirlooms remained without a final plan!

On this issue, Wang Xiaoming and Da Jiang had asked chief director Gu Sheng before.

The reply was that to enrich the first batch of boxes and stimulate players’ enthusiasm for opening them, while encouraging players to try new legendaries,

all the first batch of legendary heirlooms would be released simultaneously.

As for the basic form and design concept, these were told to Da Jiang, the main person in charge of art.

Such as the Bloodhound’s axe, Wraith’s kunai dagger, Lifeline’s baton, Pathfinder’s gloves, and so on.

And today!

Lu Bian, Xu Da Jiang, Wang Xiaoming, and Jiang Yun, the core of the team, held a discussion about the draft of these heirlooms.

In the end!

After discussion, everyone gathered their suggestions and plans.

“Alright, that’s basically it. I have no objections,”

Jiang Yun nodded in the online eting, approving the final plan:

“What about Director Wang?”

“I have no objections either,”

Wang Xiaoming said:

“I think this design should still be quite attractive to players.”

“I’m good too. I didn’t really have much constructive opinion anyway,”

Lu Bian smiled:

“My job is to provide programming support, so it mainly depends on Da Jiang.”

“I’m good,”

Da Jiang said, “These changes aren’t big, nothing tricky.”

“Then it’s settled!”

Clapping his hands, Lu Bian announced unanimous approval:

“Next is to get Old Gu to review it. Let contact him now...”

Speaking,

Lu Bian took off his headset, grabbed his phone, and dialed Gu Sheng.

But strangely, Old Gu, who usually answered within three rings, did not pick up today.

“Strange...”

Lu Bian frowned and called Gu Sheng’s WeChat number again.

No answer.

“Hey—?”

Lu Bian was puzzled and held down the voice button to leave a ssage:

“Old Gu, Old Gu, what are you busy with? We’ve confird the heirloom plan here, need you to take a look.”

However!

Before he could put down the phone,

Ding dong!

Five large characters popped up in the chat window—

[Gu Sheng: On a date! Do not disturb!]

anwhile!

In Binjiang Happy Valley, a girl with a bun hairstyle, wearing a soft pink cute jumpsuit, smirked, put away her phone,

took two ice cream cones handed by the waiter, said thanks, then skipped happily like a joyful fawn toward the tall, upright man in the group wearing a Mickey watch:

“Old Gu—ice cream cones—!”