Agreeing to Create Bad Games, What the Hell Is ‘Titanfall’? Chapter 43: A Bold Idea

Buzz—!!!

Applause and lively chatter surged through the hall like ocean waves!

“Holy sh*t, Director Gu is actually that young?!”

“He doesn’t look much older than President Shen!”

“Talk about making it big early!”

“How does soone even think like that—turning a niche title into a breakout hit?”

“Ugh, comparing yourself to others just kills your confidence.”

“Gotta say, even though he’s young, Director Gu seems a lot more composed than President Shen.”

“For real. Dude looks more at ho on stage than in his own house… Look! He’s even throwing peace signs at the dia!”

“He’s as absurd as the ga itself…”

“Hahahahahahaha…”

As the murmurs continued among the audience, Gu Sheng, completely unfazed after his self-introduction, started engaging with the dia.

Throwing peace signs, giving thumbs-up—total fan service.

After striking a few poses, Gu Sheng joked:

“Alright, that’s enough for now. Should be plenty for your headlines. Just make sure you Photoshop to look extra handso, yeah?”

Hahaha—

The dia and audience chuckled together, and the whole room lightened up.

Backstage, Yan Sheng raised his brows in mild surprise.

Gu Sheng’s ease and poise didn’t quite match his age, but at the sa ti, it felt… oddly fitting.

As if he’d stood on this kind of stage countless tis before, like press conferences were second nature.

A few lines in and the atmosphere was already under his control.

But…

That’s what made Yan Sheng frown in confusion.

He’d never even heard of Gu Sheng before. And from what he could tell, the guy was still technically a student who hadn’t even graduated.

Weird.

No matter how much he thought about it, Yan Sheng couldn’t figure it out.

He could only chalk it up to Gu Sheng being a “natural extrovert.”

anwhile, Gu Sheng was wrapping up his speech on stage—

“...A spirit of never backing down, unshakable passion, and a relentless drive to innovate,”

“These are the values Golden Wind has always upheld—our golden spirit.”

“In the future, Golden Wind will expand into broader ga markets,”

“But what will never change is our love for gaming and our sincerity toward every player who supports us.”

“Thank you.”

No script. Pure freestyle!

Gu Sheng’s speech was genuine, powerful, and incredibly moving.

As he finished, the room erupted in thunderous applause!

The atmosphere reached its peak.

Journalists, who had been barely holding themselves back, now surged forward, thrusting their mics toward Gu Sheng like a zombie horde.

“Director Gu! Could you elaborate on your future developnt plans?”

“Mr. Gu, what’s your take on the current slump in the motion-sensing cabin market?”

“Director Gu, does Golden Wind have any upcoming projects in the works?”

“Can you give us a sneak peek at what’s next for Vampire Survivors?”

“Are there plans to develop a large-scale ga in the future—?”

They sward like the undead, and Gu Sheng seriously suspected that if not for the railing around the stage, soone would have already shoved a mic down his throat.

“Alright, alright.”

To avoid a full-blown brain feast, Gu Sheng raised both hands in the air to calm everyone down:

“Let’s keep things short for now—this is just the opening ceremony, after all.”

“I’ll take a few quick questions now, and if you’ve got more, let’s talk later during the main session.”

As he spoke, he recalled the questions and began answering one by one:

“As for future developnt—nothing’s set in stone yet. Golden Wind doesn’t plan to stick to one ga genre…”

“On the motion-sensing cabins—I’m personally very interested in that tech. There’s a chance we’ll explore that path in the future…”

“As for Vampire Survivors, yes—we’ll keep updating it, and all updates will be completely free. No DLCs…”

“…”

On stage, Gu Sheng answered every question with calm confidence, never missing a beat—earning wave after wave of applause.

Off stage, Shen Miaomiao was full of question marks.

What the hell?

How is he this smooth?!

Did I totally misjudge him? Did I accidentally hire a seasoned vet in disguise?

No, that couldn’t be right…

His resu clearly said he was a student at Binjiang University.

She’d even had Chu-jie double-check—he had zero ga developnt experience. Heck, the guy hadn’t even joined a single campus club.

He was the classic lazy student—slacking off, staying in bed, riding out life in passive mode.

So how the f*** was he killing it on stage like this?

This is not f***ing normal.

Shen Miaomiao couldn’t wrap her head around it.

Could it be… he’s a transmigrator? A top-tier ga designer from a parallel universe, reborn here and starting from scratch under my wing?

D*mn.

The thought made her laugh at herself.

I’ve clearly read way too many web novels. That’s gotta be the dumbest idea I’ve ever co up with…

As Gu Sheng finished speaking, the developnt exchange officially began.

The guests began to mingle, and chatter resud.

But unlike the chaotic clusters before the opening—

This ti, the crowd split into two clear camps.

To the left: ga developers—heading toward Shen Miaomiao.

To the right: journalists—flocking to Gu Sheng.

In that mont, the two of them stood at opposite ends of the hall, each sward like VIP hors d'oeuvres on a buffet table.

Gu Sheng handled the press with ease, answering questions and even cracking jokes, drawing bursts of laughter.

Shen Miaomiao, on the other hand, was in hell.

She’d never dealt with anything like this!

Watching herself get surrounded, Shen Miaomiao—who’d never even been socially anxious before—felt like she was being forced into it.

The worst part?

The developers were earnestly asking her for insight, and she had no idea what to say!

But she couldn’t just pretend to be mute, so she powered through:

“President Shen, I heard Vampire Survivors was your idea. How did you read the market so accurately?”

“Uh… well… we just wanted to experint, you know? Figured the niche genre might be an untapped opportunity… maybe?”

“Ooooh! Makes sense! You’ve really got an eye for trends!”

The developer nodded furiously, scribbling in his notebook.

Another chid in: “President Shen, do you think there’s still hope for motion-sensing cabin R&D?”

How the hell would I know?!

Shen Miaomiao was totally lost, but she still forced herself to look wise:

“What do you think?”

“Personally? I think… it’s rough,” the dev said, giving a bitter smile. “We lost nearly three million this past year trying to make motion cabin gas. That’s why I wanted to ask you if we should keep going.”

“Well…” Shen Miaomiao shrugged vaguely. “It really depends on where the market’s heading. For small studios like ours, motion-sensing gas are still a heavy lift.”

She hadn’t even finished speaking when another developer jumped in—

“President Shen, given today’s market trends, do you think horror gas still have potential?”

Shen Miaomiao’s brain practically short-circuited.

Horror gas? Are you kidding ?

Open your eyes—wide as Li Ronghao’s if you must—and look around. Are there any horror gas selling right now?

Even soone like her, who didn’t know much about the industry, knew horror gas were a guaranteed money pit!

And this guy—an actual dev studio rep—was asking that with a straight face?!

Shen Miaomiao raged internally.

Every one of you is out of your damn mind.

One’s trying to force their way into the motion-sensing lane knowing full well they can’t afford it.

Another wants to jump into the horror genre even though it’s dead in the water.

You all seriously have nothing better to do? There are so many profitable genres out there—and you insist on fishing in the weird corners just like ...

Wait???

Suddenly, a lightbulb flicked on in Shen Miaomiao’s head.

I think… I just had a brilliant idea.