Agreeing to Create Bad Games, What the Hell Is ‘Titanfall’? Chapter 42: I am Gu Sheng

Suddenly—

The entire venue erupted in chatter and gasps of surprise!

“Wait… that’s the CEO of Golden Wind?!”

“She’s so young!”

“D*mn, I knew she looked like soone important with those clothes!”

“Co on, cut the crap. Weren’t you the one saying earlier she was just a broke intern student?”

“Uhh… well…”

“Truly, ambition knows no age.”

“Once President Shen finishes her speech, we’ve got to cozy up to her, learn a thing or two.”

“For sure, let’s go together…”

Every face in the room was etched with shock and disbelief!

No one could quite process the fact that the mastermind behind three chart-topping gas—especially the one that had just made history in mini-ga sales—was a young woman?!

Brilliant.

Shen Miaomiao stood on stage, clearly seeing the full range of expressions across the audience.

And boy, it was a sight to behold.

Surprise, confusion, regret, jealousy—you na it.

No one can resist the thrill of a successful flex.

Shen Miaomiao was no exception.

Outwardly, she stuck to the prepared speech, delivering her lines smoothly and professionally.

But inside?

She was giddy with joy.

Wahoo! This feels amazing!!!

If she dared to grin on stage, her mouth might’ve reached the back of her head.

She snuck a glance over to Gu Sheng.

He was looking at her too.

Their eyes t, and Gu Sheng raised his eyebrows, as if to say: So? Did I give them a little taste of Golden Wind’s shock and awe or what?

Shen Miaomiao almost lost it on the spot.

She was realizing more and more—Gu Sheng was dangerously devious.

His brain must’ve contained a thousand different ways to troll people. No one ssed with emotions quite like he did.

But maybe that’s exactly why…

He was able to make a ga like Cat Mario.

“...So, lastly, on behalf of Golden Wind, I’d like to extend our sincere thanks to the YiYou Platform,"

“And going forward, Golden Wind will continue to embody the spirit of fearless innovation, striving to develop more gas,”

“And work alongside our fellow studios to contribute to the growth of the dostic gaming industry!”

That final section? Shen Miaomiao said it from the heart.

Always embracing innovation—ant turning their attention toward more niche ga genres!

Striving to develop more gas—ant pouring in bigger investnts, launching more projects, and burning through more cash!

As for “contributing to the dostic gaming industry”?

Not wrong!

This great-aunt was charging headfirst into every crater in the market.

She had officially beco a walking landmine detector, clearing the path for others—wasn’t that a contribution?

Shen Miaomiao was extrely satisfied with her speech.

She bowed and stepped down, earning a round of enthusiastic applause.

Even Yan Sheng, who followed her on stage, showered her with praise!

“Thank you, President Shen,”

“That speech, I believe, captured the shared sentint of every ga developer here today.”

“Though Golden Wind, like many others present, is still in its early stages,”

“The courage, responsibility, and leadership you've shown assures that our dostic gaming industry is on the rise…”

On stage, Yan Sheng’s speech was stirring and spirited—30% flattery, 70% genuine respect.

Down below, Shen Miaomiao was wiping sweat, 30% nervous, 70% guilty. She felt like her back was being pricked by needles, ready to flee at any second.

“You look hot?”

Beside her, Gu Sheng gave her a puzzled glance, noticing the flush on her face.

Shen Miaomiao forced a grin.

This wasn’t heat—it was her guilt-ridden soul roasting in righteous flas.

What I said was ant for the city gates. He took it like I was talking about pelvic bones.

Sorry, President Yan. Didn’t an to mislead you.

I’m not the lead sheep. I’m barely a rice bucket… maybe even a sht-stirring stick.*

“I… I’m just excited.”

Shen Miaomiao swallowed hard, answering awkwardly.

“You’ll get used to it.”

Gu Sheng didn’t suspect anything. He just waved it off, motioning for her to relax.

“Tch—like you’ve been to tons of these events or sothing.”

Shen Miaomiao pouted. She was sure Gu Sheng was just pretending to be so experienced veteran.

Gu Sheng opened his mouth, tempted to say: You're right—I’ve been to more of these than I can count.

He’d attended the Dark Souls launch, handled PR for Sekiro, led the For Honor warlord campaign, even hosted the live demo for Skull & Bones.

But then he rembered—this wasn’t his past life anymore.

So instead, he gave her a vague smile, shrugged, and said nothing.

He turned his attention back to the stage.

At that mont, Yan Sheng had wrapped up his summary.

Clearing his throat, he addressed the crowd:

“As we all know, today’s event is mainly about fostering communication between our studios, so we’ll keep the opening segnt brief,”

“Now, we co to the final and most important part of the ceremony!”

As he spoke—

Yan Sheng opened the notes in front of him, his expression serious:

“Let us now welco to the stage—Golden Wind’s Ga Director, recipient of the Supernova Designer title at this developnt festival, record-breaking designer behind the phenonon ga Vampire Survivors—”

“Mr. Gu Sheng!”

“To deliver a speech and officially kick off the exchange session!!!”

With that long-winded intro—worthy of Daenerys herself—

There was a beat of silence.

Then—

BOOM!!!

The venue erupted!

The man himself had arrived!

Ever since Gu Sheng led three consecutive hits at Golden Wind, the gaming world’s curiosity about this rising star had reached fever pitch.

For many, attending today’s event wasn’t just about learning from peers—it was to catch a glimpse of Director Gu in person!

Every rival studio wanted to know:

What kind of person could cut through the noise of a saturated market… and create a certified phenonon?

For a good number of studio reps here, seeing Gu Sheng with their own eyes already made this trip worth it.

In an instant—

The venue buzzed with excitent. Everyone craned their necks for a better look.

The dia went wild.

Every cara lifted sky-high, flashes popping nonstop—click click click echoed through the room!

In the center of this storm of attention—

Gu Sheng strode onto the red-carpeted stage with calm confidence. He waved at the dia as he walked over to the podium.

Unhurried, composed, he stepped up and adjusted the microphone.

Only when the crowd quieted down did he finally speak, in a steady voice:

“Thank you, President Yan, mbers of the dia, fellow industry friends, players—good morning.”

“I’m the Ga Director of Golden Wind Ga Technology Co., Ltd.”

“Gu Sheng.”