"So that lady is your daughter? We honestly didn't know that. She was just sharing her gaming experiences online. We don't have the ability to investigate anyone's personal background in detail."
The person speaking with Jean responded sincerely.
But Jean still wasn't convinced.
Yet, the change in his daughter was undeniably real.
He had seen with his own eyes how lazy she used to be.
If it were just about getting a decent job offer, he didn't believe that alone would be enough to motivate her so much.
But maybe fitness really did have this kind of effect.
Exercise isn't about wearing people down—on the contrary, moderate physical activity makes people feel more energized throughout the day.
...
...
At this point, Jean started to waver.
He began to admit, at least to himself, that Ring Fit Adventure might have so value.
Though, he still didn't think that value was especially great.
Earlier, the person on the phone ntioned that many people had been sharing their Ring Fit progress on social dia, and that Jean's daughter was just one of the promotional ambassadors they had reached out to.
Social dia?
Even though he was getting older, Jean was still very familiar with today's social platforms. As a sociologist, it was part of his job to stay current. He just didn't use them much in his personal life.
Now, he thought it was ti to take a proper look.
He found a computer and logged onto Facebook, searching for content related to Ring Fit.
It wasn't hard—he just needed to type "Ring Fit" into the search bar.
Imdiately, a flood of related posts filled his screen.
"Hey everyone, look at my Ring Fit progress! I finally cleared the ga!"
One user shared a selfie of themselves standing in front of the TV, holding the Ring Fit ring, drenched in sweat and smiling brightly. Their ga data was visible on the screen.
The comnts were full of praise.
"Amazing! Looks like you finished the challenge. How did you do?"
"After a month, I feel so much stronger! I'm even starting to see so muscle!"
"This is Ring Fit? Looks fun! I'm going to buy one too!"
Jean scrolled through more posts.
Most of them were very similar—happy people sharing their progress and transformation bit by bit.
The comnts were filled with sincere admiration. Many people expressed envy over the progress made by those who had stuck with the ga.
Of course, not everyone kept it up. Even though Ring Fit was engaging, it still couldn't stop so people from giving up after a short burst of enthusiasm.
Still, even those who gave up early made a little progress during that ti.
Jean's internal conflict grew stronger.
Maybe... this Ring Fit ga really was different.
Beyond the personal stories, he also found professional reviews and analyses of the product—content he hadn't looked at before.
Experts from various fields analyzed Ring Fit from their own perspectives.
They pointed out how the ga used only a leg strap and a resistance ring to guide players into full-body workouts. The design was widely praised. Many agreed that Gastar had done sothing impressive in terms of industrial design.
So people even admitted they were starting to question their past criticisms of video gas.
Are video gas really that bad?
Maybe not.
So users shared their deeper thoughts on gaming.
They described how they viewed gas, breaking down titles in detail.
Titanfall, The Legend of Zelda, Final Fantasy...
Each ga had its own unique features.
These players could clearly explain what they liked and why. Not like the vague responses Jean had heard in the past—people simply saying gas helped them "relax" or "escape reality." That kind of answer had always felt aningless to him.
Then, Jean suddenly rembered the letter that ca with the console and Ring Fit Adventure.
There had been other ga recomndations listed.
He sat quietly in front of the computer for a long ti.
Finally, as if making a decision, he stood up and headed out.
About thirty minutes later, Jean walked into a departnt store and went straight to the Gastar Electronic Entertainnt display shelf.
"Welco, sir! How can I help you today? Buying sothing for your child?"
As soon as Jean stepped into the area, a store clerk wearing a Gastar-branded uniform ca over enthusiastically.
"No, I want to buy a few gas for myself. Are you familiar with video gas?"
The clerk lit up with pride. "Of course! I'm a total ga nerd. If you're not sure where to start, I can recomnd so titles."
"I'd like to hear what your favorite ga is," Jean said.
"My favorite? That has to be Super Mario! I love fun and light-hearted gas. But I also really like emotional story-driven gas—they always make cry, like Titanfall and Final Fantasy."
Jean nodded. "Great. I'll take all of them. I'm new to gaming, and I'd like to try everything."
"Absolutely, sir! Give a mont to get everything packed up for you!"
The clerk was thrilled—this would be a great commission for the day.
As he packed, he eagerly kept talking, pouring out all his love for gaming, describing every detail with excitent.
"Trust , sir—you won't regret playing these gas. Even the toughest heart will be moved."
"Sir, Super Mario Galaxy is hands down the best Mario ga I've played. The creativity just reminds of my childhood adventures. Oh, do you already have a pair of Joy-Con controllers at ho? If not, you'll need an extra set."
Jean said, "I have them already. No need."
"Okay, then I'll continue. Hope I'm not talking your ear off?"
Jean shook his head. "Not at all. Please go on. I enjoy listening."
At this point, Jean wanted to hear more people's honest opinions about gas.
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