Agreeing to Create Bad Games, What the Hell Is ‘Titanfall’? Chapter 22: Barrage shooting? What a bullshit game type

“President Shen’s doing the ga proposal?!”

Inside the Ga Director’s Office at Golden Wind.

Lu Bian and Da Jiang turned to Chu Qingzhou in shock, speaking in unison.

“Uh… yeah,”

Chu Qingzhou shrugged helplessly.

“This ti, President Shen wants to personally lead the project proposal for the competition.”

“This…”

Lu Bian looked troubled.

“Secretary Chu, this kind of thing… shouldn’t trouble President Shen, right?”

His words were polite, but Chu Qingzhou could easily hear the real aning behind them—“You’re the boss, sure, but please don’t ddle in ga developnt when you know nothing about it, okay?”

Truthfully, Chu Qingzhou also wasn’t a fan of the boss jumping in on the business side of things.

You don’t understand how ga production works, so what are you even directing?

Besides, the young lady wasn’t normally like this.

She was a classic couch potato—happy to keep her hands off everything. If she could coast through life as a hands-off boss, she’d jump at the chance!

So what’s with this sudden burst of enthusiasm for leading a ga proposal?

But!

The boss had spoken, and as the secretary, Chu Qingzhou couldn’t object. All she could do was follow orders:

“President Shen gave the order herself. I told her that your team is more qualified when it cos to making gas,”

“But she still wants to take the lead. What do you three think?”

As she spoke, everyone’s eyes turned toward Gu Sheng.

After all, he was the director.

Even if he disagreed, he’d be the one to persuade Shen Miaomiao.

“Hmm—”

Gu Sheng thought for a mont, then said:

“Alright, if President Shen wants to take charge, that ans she values this project a lot.”

“But considering that she’s not particularly… experienced in the ga industry,”

“So of the finer details will still need to be adjusted by our team.”

His response was very diplomatic—and made his point clear:

Big-picture input is fine—she’s the boss, after all.

But when it cos to the nuts and bolts, she should stay out of it. She’s not equipped to handle those details anyway.

This was already very respectful of Gu Sheng.

Most professionals don’t like outsiders giving them directions—even if that outsider is the CEO.

And in this case… their CEO really didn’t understand ga production.

Chu Qingzhou nodded in agreent.

“Alright then, Director Gu, you guys prepare on your end,”

She exhaled in relief.

“I’ll go talk to President Shen again. Let’s regroup in the eting room in ten minutes.”

“Got it.”

Gu Sheng nodded.

Chu the Executive Assistant left the room—

And the office imdiately exploded.

“F**k, Lao Gu! Are you okay?! You’re letting Little Nezha direct our ga?!”

Lu Bian closed the door and stared at Gu Sheng, looking panicked:

“She doesn’t know sh*t about ga developnt! Didn’t you see how she reacted at the last demo?”

Let’s not forget!

At their last demo, that diaper-wearing baby bugged out in full view and glitched like crazy!

Any normal boss would’ve flipped the table and fired the three of them on the spot!

But Little Nezha?

She just sat there grinning like a fool and clapping!

And now she’s going to lead the ga proposal?!

Da Jiang also looked conflicted. “Yeah, Sheng-ge, President Shen’s a great boss, no doubt… but that doesn’t an she’ll make a good ga planner…”

But Gu Sheng just smiled calmly.

“That’s why I said—we’ll handle the details.”

He poured each of them a glass of water and gestured for them to relax.

“It’s precisely because she doesn’t know ga developnt that I want to hear her input.”

Lu Bian and Da Jiang exchanged a confused glance.

“I don’t get it, Sheng-ge,” Da Jiang said, scratching his head.

Gu Sheng chuckled:

“Little Nezha may not understand how to make gas, but at least she knows what she wants. And why do we make gas?”

“To… let other people play?” Lu Bian answered.

Gu Sheng pointed at him approvingly.

“Exactly. We make gas for players.”

With that, a brief silence fell over the office.

Then Lu Bian suddenly lit up: “Ohhh—”

“You’re saying Little Nezha is our player!”

He got it now.

Lao Gu agreed to hear out Little Nezha’s suggestions because she didn’t know ga developnt.

She was a pure player.

Her only tric for judging a ga was: “Is it fun or not?”

And what Gu Sheng wanted was precisely that kind of raw player feedback.

“Whatever kind of ga you think is fun—I’ll make that kind of ga.”

“You really are sothing, Lao Gu!”

Lu Bian gave a thumbs-up, looking impressed.

“No wonder you were born to be a designer. That mindset is just genius.”

“Kiss-ass.”

Gu Sheng shot back with a laugh, then turned to Da Jiang.

“What about you? Agree with this design philosophy?”

“Uh—”

Da Jiang paused for two seconds, then cupped his fists:

“Sa here!”

…

Ten minutes later—

eting room.

Don’t be fooled by how much of a couch potato Little Nezha was—in matters involving money, she was always fast and decisive.

Sitting at the head of the table, Shen Miaomiao was practically vibrating with excitent.

Who would’ve thought? One day, she—soone who knew nothing about ga developnt—would get to lead a ga proposal!

Sorry, Comrade Gu.

She thought silently.

I know you want to be a great ga designer, but we’re just not on the sa path. Once I succeed, I’ll share so of the rebate money with you as compensation!

Just as she was thinking this, Gu Sheng and his team entered the eting room.

Everyone took their seats, and the planning eting officially began.

“No need to be formal,”

Shen Miaomiao smiled brightly.

“Today’s eting is for open discussion. If I say anything off or inappropriate, Director Gu, feel free to correct .”

Gu Sheng nodded: “You’re too modest, President Shen. Please go ahead.”

Alright then! I won’t hold back!

Shen Miaomiao grinned wickedly inside and opened her eting notebook.

It was full of stats she had just looked up—things like the worst-performing ga genres in the last three years, the most negatively reviewed gas in the past five, lowest-selling gas on YiYou, etc.

“Ahem, let’s start by settling on the ga genre,”

She cleared her throat and looked at the three n.

“Director Gu, do you have any ideas about what genre we should go with?”

Let’s see how much Emotional Value I’ve got stored in the system, Gu Sheng thought to himself.

He shook his head. “Not yet. The notice was short, so we haven’t had ti to discuss. Do you have sothing in mind, President Shen?”

Bingo!

Shen Miaomiao was thrilled with that answer. Great, that makes this easy.

Let’s just pick the worst genre from my data and go with that.

She glanced down at her notes:

“Then let’s make… a bullet hell shooter!”

Bullet hell shooter—a genre where players dodge a barrage of lethal projectiles while trying to survive and counterattack.

To be honest—

Shen Miaomiao had never heard of it before.

And in the past five years, not a single ga in that genre had been released on YiYou.

It was the kind of ga even dogs wouldn’t look at.

Sure enough—

The second she said it—

Lu Bian and Da Jiang both gasped audibly.

What the hell kind of crap genre is that?!