Agreeing to Create Bad Games, What the Hell Is ‘Titanfall’? Chapter 356: Komera Misfires! Call of Duty Announced!

Morning.

The late-autumn sunlight seed to carry autumn’s golden hue itself.

It seeped slowly through the slit in the curtains and spread into the bedroom, casting a golden halo over the smooth velvet blanket.

A faint peach fragrance drifted through the warm room—cozy and sweet.

The blanket was pulled up under Gu Sheng’s chin, revealing his broad shoulders.

His eyes were half-closed, his breathing steady and soft.

Then, in the next second.

A pair of soft little hands slid along the silky blanket, teasing upward, skimd his lower abdon, trailed across his chest, and slowly reached toward his neck.

I’ll strangle you—!!!

Shen Miaomiao looked at Gu Sheng, sound asleep, and felt a rush of fury she couldn’t contain!

What a nace!

Pure troublemaker!

What did I say that day again?

I said to clarify the show’s positioning, weigh the ad amounts, have everyone go back and discuss!

How the hell did you relay that to them? Huh?

Max out.

Yes!

After the advertisers’ interpretations, they apparently finally found the ‘right’ way to cooperate with Golden Wind and all raised their sponsorship amounts to the max.

And as the sponsorship totals were maxed out,

Shen Miaomiao’s blood pressure rose to the max too!

Just this morning!

Having just woken, Shen Miaomiao saw Gu Sheng wasn’t getting up, and since the late-autumn morning was chilly, she picked up her phone, thinking to laze in bed a bit longer—it was Sunday anyway, no work.

But!

You gotta look at what those entertainnt headlines said—!!!

“Eight Major Advertisers Backing It! Longing for Life May Beco the Most Sponsored Variety Show!”

“Breaking Web Variety Sponsorship Records! Inside Scoop: Longing for Life’s Top Sponsor Paid Nearly 45 Million!”

“189 Million! Longing for Life’s Ad Sponsorship Now Approaches S Level TV Variety Revenues!”

“Golden Miracle! Longing for Life’s Effective Viewership Tops 100 Million! Fastest Web Variety to Cross 100 Million!”

“Highest Ever! Longing for Life Suddenly Erges as the Biggest Sponsorship Surprise!”

“The Guests’ Lives May Finally Get Easier! Eight Top Advertisers Move In, Brings Changes to the Mushroom House!”

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Look!

What is all this? Huh?

Eight major sponsors? Top 45 million? Total sponsorship revenue 189 million?

I’ll gut you—!!!

Shen Miaomiao ground her teeth, ready to “finish off” Gu Sheng!

anwhile, Gu Sheng slowly opened his eyes.

“Hiss—hm—?”

He looked at Little Nezha’s indignant face, then at the hand draped across his neck, puzzled.

“What’s wrong?” Gu Sheng blinked, a little dazed. “Why are you staring at like that?”

Why?!

Shen Miaomiao’s teeth ached with suppressed rage, itching to spill out: “Because I love you! I love you to death—”

“Ah—”

Gu Sheng was montarily stunned.

“Thanks.”

“You damn polite!” she snapped.

At that, Shen Miaomiao couldn’t hold back any longer; she wrapped an arm around his neck and shoved the phone toward his face. “What’s going on? How is it 189 million? What the hell?”

Still groggy, Gu Sheng rubbed his eyes and peered at the phone Little Nezha handed him. After a mont, he smiled faintly.

“Oh, hey, that? The sponsorship isn’t 189 million; those are rumors—baseless.”

“Phew…”

Shen Miaomiao exhaled in relief, her hand—ready to ‘strangle’ Gu Sheng—relaxed and fell to his chest.

However.

Before she could finish that breath,

Gu Sheng added:

“They underestimated it. It’s 213 million.”

Shen Miaomiao: ...

Co on, Gu Sheng—don’t you dare live! Today I’ll drag you down with !

“What?!”

She shot upright, half sitting, glaring at him.

“213 million, huh.”

Gu Sheng casually slid an arm around her slender waist and pulled Shen Miaomiao into his embrace.

“What’s the matter?”

What’s the matter? You actually dare ask that?

Shen Miaomiao took a deep breath, swung a leg up and straddled his waist, pinning him down.

“You didn’t tell ?”

“Oh, that,” Gu Sheng nodded.

“Based on the research from Yuan Quan and the inquiries I made through Uncle Shen, those eight sponsors have already pushed their budgets to the limit,” he said.

“You told them to reconsider earlier, rember? I passed that along. They apparently rethought it and ca back with top-tier offers in the second round.”

“Looks like our Little Chair’s influence is pretty damn strong—just a few words and the sponsors reached deep into their pockets…”

Shen Miaomiao stared blankly at Gu Sheng’s smile.

Is there any possibility…

That’s not what I ant!

I ant for them to reconsider and lower their prices! We’re only a web variety show! Their offers are comparable to TV shows!

Not that they should consider surpassing TV variety, even to the level of S shows!

“You told them like that?”

Shen Miaomiao looked at Gu Sheng with utter despair.

“You an what I said earlier… was supposed to make them think about raising prices?”

“Ha, I didn’t put it so bluntly,” Gu Sheng said, rubbing the smooth, warm curve of her back with a self-satisfied smile.

“I gave them a simple hint. That kind of subtle nudge is sothing President Gu can do in his sleep.”

Fine!

Fine, fine!

At that, Shen Miaomiao’s temper boiled over to her head!

Goddamn it!

As expected! Ultimately this problem is still because of that dog thief!

“Hiss—”

Shen Miaomiao took a deep breath.

Gu Sheng patted her and said, “Alright, don’t worship to the point of gasping for air—global warming, you know. Get up, let’s have breakfast.”

He began to sit up.

But Shen Miaomiao tightened the leg she had across his waist, forcing him back down, voice burning as she declared:

“What’s the hurry to get up? My president has done great deeds—shouldn’t his chairperson reward him properly? Hmm?”

Her fury had reached the top of her head!

Get up?

Under the smooth blanket, her voluptuous figure pressed forward and her slender arms wrapped his broad shoulders.

You are not getting up at all today!

“Ah—Shen Miaomiao, this is a bit dangerous,” Gu Sheng warned softly as he felt the heated breath at his neck.

“We still have to go to your dad’s place for lunch.”

Hearing that, Shen Miaomiao didn’t budge. She leaned in further, lightly bit Gu Sheng’s earlobe and, with a mischievous growl, breathed in his ear:

“Canceled…”

As she spoke, Gu Sheng’s large hands threaded through her glossy black hair and tightened his hold. “When did you decide that? How co I didn’t get notice?”

For a mont, the smooth velvet blanket made a rustling, intimate sound as Shen Miaomiao murmured:

“Right now. My sudden notice…”

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“Sudden notice? With only a month until the festival starts? You suddenly tell you won’t exhibit? That’s completely… unreasonable!!!”

The next day!

Kora—Nakamurai Studio!

Seiichi Nakamura angrily slapped the docunts on the table and roared at the studio’s deputy director.

Because just now!

The deputy director delivered fatal news—

Their multiplayer FPS blockbuster Night Owl Island, which Nakamurai Studio had rushed to prepare after Silent Hill 2: Reboot failed, was barred from participating in this year’s Higashitsu Gaming Festival!

And the one who issued that ban was none other than President Uekoe Kagemasa!

Hearing this, Nakamura felt his lungs might explode from rage.

Worthless! Cowardly! Spineless, unambitious trash!

Yes.

Since the Silent Hill 2 incident, Nakamura’s dissatisfaction with Uekoe’s leadership had only grown!

“Why did Silent Hill 2 vanish so quickly after E3?”

This question had baffled the industry for a long ti.

Back then, Nakamura’s Silent Hill 2 and Gu Sheng’s Resident Evil 7 clashed at E3.

Then, with Golden Wind’s blitzkrieg-style marketing, Resident Evil 7 exploded in popularity, set sales records, and beca hailed as one of the most comrcially successful gas ever.

But Silent Hill 2, released at the sa ti, quietly disappeared.

Not gradually—disappeared in an extrely short ti.

That was a strange phenonon.

Rember!

Although Torii was also crushed by Sekiro at the Higashitsu Festival—left half-dead, struggling to survive—the whole process from Torii’s hype, to being steamrolled by Sekiro, to player criticism, to eventual obscurity took a long ti.

The ga market is huge; Golden Wind couldn’t monopolize every channel.

If Kora had tried even a little to push publicity through smaller avenues, Silent Hill 2 wouldn’t have vanished so completely and quickly.

So all sorts of speculation circulated about the disappearance.

But Nakamura, as the party involved, knew the truth very clearly—

Uekoe Kagemasa was scared.

Or rather, he finally realized that, as soone about to step back into the background, he shouldn’t make waves and would prefer to quietly finish his term as president.

Silent Hill 2’s silent disappearance ant one thing—

Uekoe had raised a white flag to Golden Wind.

From Yamamoto to Koizumi to Nakamura.

From Silent Hill to Torii to Silent Hill 2.

The once-mighty Big Three were now down to Takasugi as the only true old guard.

Why? Because Takasugi never had a direct confrontation with Golden Wind.

This humiliation, this despair, was almost laughable!

Maybe Uekoe should have realized the threat Golden Wind posed after PT,

but now it was too late.

After repeated defeats, Uekoe lost confidence, quietly raised the white flag, and shafully signed the battle-ending accords.

This was submission to Golden Wind—an unspoken plea at Gu Sheng’s feet,

silent, but enough to show Kora’s stance.

And this ti!

Upon learning Golden Wind’s featured ga type for the festival would be FPS, Uekoe imdiately canceled Nakamura’s Night Owl Island participation and ordered a delayed release.

Uekoe was truly frightened.

But Nakamura Seii saw this as cowardice, an ugly surrender and a show of distrust.

“I predicted every part of this!”

Nakamura shouted in anger.

“After Silent Hill 2, I predicted Golden Wind would go for round two at the festival!”

“I predicted they’d activate lancholy Blues!”

“I predicted they’d use the Tom Clancy series IP!”

“I predicted they’d make a first-person, second-generation FPS shooting ga!”

“Everything—every single thing—was in my predictions!”

“This Night Owl Island was developed referencing Left 4 Dead—the original model of that second-generation FPS—to make a new-generation motion-sensing pod blockbuster!”

“All so I could strike Golden Wind precisely and avenge our humiliation!”

“And now…they want to delay release? Even cancel our festival participation?!”

At this, Nakamura couldn’t help but roar, anger peaking:

“Why! Coward! This is the behavior of a coward! It’s a huge distrust of !!!”

Yet!

As Nakamura raged and cursed,

the deputy director weakly opened his mouth and said:

“Maybe…perhaps the president doesn’t not believe in you, but is too afraid of Golden Wind—”

“As a matter of fact…”

He handed over the tablet in his hand.

“Golden Wind just released the Call of Duty trailer.”