Agreeing to Create Bad Games, What the Hell Is ‘Titanfall’? Chapter 239: Going to Bed

Holy shit!

Lu Bian and Da Jiang were completely stunned!

They hadn't heard of Kenji Tanigaki's na before, but the legendary reputation of Rurouni Kenshin was thunderously familiar!

This film series starring Takeru Satoh, adapted from the manga of the sa na, caused massive buzz upon release with its superb production, tight storytelling, and smooth, stylish fight choreography. It was even hailed as 'the unsurpassable pinnacle of manga adaptations.'

Especially its action design!

Since its fight choreographer Kenji Tanigaki was once a disciple of Donnie Yen's Hong Kong stunt team, having worked on acclaid action films like SPL and Flash Point, his style was deeply influenced by Hong Kong action cinema.

And historically, Hong Kong's stunt teams and fight choreographers have always been in a league of their own worldwide.

With this background, after honing his skills for over a decade in Donnie Yen's team, Tanigaki returned to Japan and imdiately abandoned the outdated local approach of "slow-motion close-ups with CGI assistance" when working on Rurouni Kenshin.

Instead, he applied the choreography techniques learned in Hong Kong, ensuring every strike felt authentic.

Thus erged Rurouni Kenshin's signature fast-paced combat and dynamic cara movents.

It's fair to say Tanigaki is currently the only fight choreographer who blends traditional Japanese martial arts with world-class action design philosophies.

Not only was Rurouni Kenshin hugely successful, but afterwards he even returned to China and, recomnded by his forr ntor Donnie Yen, served as action director for Hidden Man.

His team possesses exceptionally rich experience and extraordinary skills in action design.

If they could really get Tanigaki's team involved in Sekiro's motion capture, the results would be absolutely explosive!

"Damn..."

"We're playing in the big leagues now..."

Hearing Gu Sheng's words, Lu Bian and Da Jiang looked utterly astonished.

Top-tier quality!

Most importantly!

Rurouni Kenshin's influence in Japan is enormous!

When promoting the ga later, just casually ntioning "our ga's action was done by the original Rurouni Kenshin team" would create...

Wow!

Unimaginable impact!

Of course!

Whether it's MOSIA Motion Capture Studio or Tanigaki's stunt team, their collaboration fees are substantial.

Fortunately!

At Golden Wind, you might worry about many things, but "investnt costs" is never one of them!

Our CEO Ou never looks at price tags when making purchases.

"So, it's basically settled?"

After marveling, Lu Bian asked.

"All settled. MOSIA had no reason to refuse - good money and great publicity,"

Gu Sheng nodded:

"As for Tanigaki, it's even more interesting,"

"He said twenty years ago, he brought China's advanced action concepts back to Japan, blending Japanese culture with Chinese techniques,"

"Now, as a Chinese developer making a ga set in the Warring States period, this represents a once-in-a-lifeti test for him,"

"He wants to give his all, to deliver a satisfying answer sheet for his twenty years of effort and experintation."

Incredible!!!

Hearing this, Lu Bian and Da Jiang simultaneously gave thumbs up, marveling at Gu Sheng's ability to win people over.

But undoubtedly!

This is fantastic news!

The involvent of a world-class motion capture studio and Japan's top stunt team will give Sekiro trendous support.

Of course.

Breakthroughs aren't limited to Gu Sheng's side.

Later, Lu Bian and Da Jiang updated Gu Sheng on their progress.

Several technical challenges identified during project initiation had seen significant breakthroughs recently.

The project is steadily progressing well.

As for the Garden Warfare project, it's been smooth sailing. Despite Jiang Yun's small team, developnt is progressing as if they've grown wings!

As Jiang Yun puts it: 'You can't ss up an FPS ga even with your eyes closed.'

At this point, Gu Sheng and Lu Bian burst out laughing.

Da Jiang scratched his head: "Huh? But since you wrapped things up yesterday, shouldn't you be booking return tickets today? Why are you still..."

Thwack.

Before he could finish, Lu Bian smacked his shoulder:

"What kind of question is that! After fighting battles all day, can't Old Gu enjoy himself a little?"

Gu Sheng didn't co to Japan alone!

Can't the two of them relax after business is done?

With a suggestive eyebrow raise at Gu Sheng: "No worries, Da Jiang and I got things covered here, along with Brother Yun and Sato. Take your ti, no rush, I understand~"

"You understand my ass,"

Gu Sheng knew exactly what Lu Bian was implying and rolled his eyes:

"I didn't return today because I attended a funeral this morning."

"Huh? Funeral?"

Lu Bian was startled.

Who does Gu Sheng know in Japan?

Why attend a funeral?

"Who?" Lu Bian asked.

"Okura Kazu's father,"

Gu Sheng replied:

"He was our lead programr during Silent Hill PT,"

"Back then Sato was lead designer, Yuki was art director, and Okura was lead programr,"

"His father had been in poor health for years, recently entered ICU, but didn't make it."

As a forr subordinate, Gu Sheng went to pay respects, bringing condolences from Sato and Yuki too.

Okura seed shocked to see Gu Sheng there, even seed to want to say sothing at one point.

But Gu Sheng stopped him, following Chinese customs by giving funeral money, saying the deceased takes precedence.

Any business could wait until after the funeral; he'd be available whenever Okura was ready.

After this.

The trio chatted more, mainly gossiping about Da Jiang eting his girlfriend's parents.

Then they confird tomorrow's flight details, agreed to et at the airport, and ended the call.

Having rested awhile, Gu Sheng felt slightly refreshed and got up to shower.

......

"Phew—"

Erging from the shower in pajamas, Gu Sheng exhaled deeply.

Hot showers naturally make people drowsy.

Now, with key motion capture progress made, critical issues resolved one after another, and Garden Warfare progressing smoothly,

His tense nerves could finally relax a little.

As relaxation set in, exhaustion and body aches beca more noticeable.

Shuffling in slippers, Gu Sheng zombie-walked toward the hotel bed for a faceplant.

But.

Before he could kick off his slippers.

Knock knock knock—

Sudden rapping at the door.

"Who is it?" Gu Sheng asked in English.

A sweet female voice replied in Japanese: "Sumimasen, would sir like room service?"

Gu Sheng rolled his eyes: "No need! I'm a host! We're colleagues!"

"...Ugh Old Gu you're no fun!"

Monts later, Little Nezha's voice ca through:

"Open up! I need the hair dryer!"

Click.

The door opened.

There stood Shen Miaomiao in cute pink short pajamas, fresh from washing, exuding a faint peach fragrance.

Her dark hair was wrapped in a towel, water droplets tracing down her eggshell-smooth cheeks.

"Ahem..."

Gu Sheng coughed awkwardly:

"Four-star hotel hair dryers... break too?"

"Even eight-star hotel hair dryers are just hair dryers, not perpetual motion machines,"

Shen Miaomiao said matter-of-factly, even rolling her eyes:

"Don't be stingy, it's not your electricity bill."

With that.

She slipped past Gu Sheng into the room like a nimble fish.

Resigned, Gu Sheng sighed, closed the door, returned to the suite's living room, plopped on the sofa and turned on the TV.

Soon.

Little Nezha erged from the bathroom.

Gu Sheng nearly laughed out loud.

Maybe the hair dryer was subpar, or perhaps Little Nezha's hair volu was simply astonishing.

The result was an electrified puffball hairdo, making her look like a little lion, face full of dismay:

"Ah—this hair dryer is garbage!"

Pouting unhappily,

She tossed Gu Sheng a small packet.

About half a palm size, pink on one side, silver on the other.

Holy shit!

Gu Sheng's heart skipped a beat catching it.

Only upon catching it did he relax.

Damn hair mask, scared the hell out of .

As Shen Miaomiao naturally sat beside him and flipped her hair toward him, Gu Sheng opened the mask and began applying it to her hair.

"A CEO and COO deserting the company—you're really sothing."

Gu Sheng remarked while working.

"Hey—wrong choice of words, not 'deserting',"

Little Nezha wagged a finger, correcting him:

"This is a business trip for our key project, hardly desertion."

"True,"

Gu Sheng nodded:

"If anyone's deserting, it's you. I'm actually here on business."

"Wha-what nonsense!"

Shen Miaomiao's cheeks pinkened slightly.

But facts were as Gu Sheng said—her Tokyo trip was purely for fun, just eating and shopping around.

"I'm... concerned about my subordinate's ntal health,"

She defended weakly:

"Didn't I accompany you to Akihabara this afternoon like you wanted?"

"Thanks for that..."

Gu Sheng's response was lukewarm.

That reminded him of their Akihabara trip.

The streets were packed with cosplaying, maid-outfitted girls with cute fangs!

He didn't dare glance once!

Spent the whole ti like an autistic child—either staring at pachinko signs or his own feet.

Agony.

Pure agony.

"You're welco."

Little Nezha accepted graciously.

"Done,"

Having finished applying the mask, Gu Sheng had tad the lion's mane:

"Pack up and scram, I'm dead tired."

With that.

Yawning, he patted Little Nezha's head, signaling her to leave.

Yet.

Little Nezha made no move to go, instead turning to shake out her hair.

Then gesturing toward the bedroom, she declared:

"Alright, let's go to bed."

Gu Sheng: !!!

Huh???

Wait wait wait...

Hold up!!!

How... what... did I miss sothing?

This is faster than fast-forward!

"Go... to... bed...?"

Gu Sheng barely recognized the phrase's implication:

"For what?"

"To help you!"

Shen Miaomiao said as if it were obvious, tossing her hair:

"You helped , I'll help you."

What the—?!

This made Gu Sheng's scalp tingle!

"That's... not appropriate..."

"Oh co on,"

Frowning at his reaction, she stood, grabbed his arm and pulled him up:

"Relax, I learned from videos."

Huh?!!!

Gu Sheng was floored!

What kind of videos?!

But!

Before he could process this!

Shen Miaomiao had already dragged him to the bed.

Then pushed him.

Thump.

Gu Sheng faceplanted into the soft mattress.

"Wait... this is too sudden,"

Gu Sheng tried staying calm but was failing, rambling:

"I an I don't mind, but shouldn't there be so ceremony? Otherwise it's unfair to you, mainly I'm not quite ready ye—"

"What nonsense are you on about?"

Pat!

A light smack on his back.

Then.

Gu Sheng felt weight on his lower back as small hands gripped his shoulders, beginning to knead.

"Just a massage, stop fussing,"

Shen Miaomiao's voice ca:

"I've seen you stretching your neck and back at ho, always forgetting to use the massager, so I learned so techniques from videos,"

"How's this?"

Feeling the skilled pressure on his shoulders, Gu Sheng was speechless.

Warmth flooded his heart.

Emotions should develop naturally.

That's what Lu Bian once told him.

If you think you're not ready, then you're truly not ready.

Because when you are, hesitation disappears completely.

Maybe a minute ago, he didn't understand this.

But now.

Those seemingly unbreakable ntal shackles had effortlessly loosened.

Perhaps "being ready" was always an illusion.

Just cowardly overthinking.

As he mused.

Little Nezha's hands moved from his shoulders to his back, then legs.

Only when her delicate fingers reached his ankles did Gu Sheng flinch:

"Don't... don't need that."

But Shen Miaomiao patted his leg: "Stay still, the feet have the most pressure points."

Gu Sheng wanted to protest.

But swallowed his words.

Because baring his heart here felt like shaking bedfras in a cheap motel.

They deserved better than such carelessness.

I may not be filthy rich.

But I have my own romance.

One the whole world should hear...