Chapter 235 Hard to Choose

Natsume Naoki didn't care about them, he had packed up his computer and followed Asai off the stage.

"Well..." Mr. Takeuchi wanted to stop him because he subconsciously felt that such a good game would have a trial session later.

"Is there anything else, teacher?" Natsume Naoki held the notebook in his arms, and Asai helped him hold the adapter and converter. The two stopped and looked at him.

But just as he was about to say it, Mr. Takeuchi suddenly realized that their demonstration time did not exceed ten minutes, which meant that there was no trial part... Originally, this rule was to compress the demonstration time, and only games that the guests were interested in were included.

A short trial will be opened after the demonstration.

The previous games brought by teams with extremely poor skills were all like this, but why was Natsume-san also reduced to only ten minutes?

Looking at the eyes of these two children, Teacher Takeuchi felt that his mouth was dry for a while and he was speechless. In the end, he just waved his hand: "It's okay."

Then he turned to look at the guest seats and frowned as he listened to the audience's increasingly loud voices.

It’s okay to just create a shady plot to change the order. How did it become so serious?

Such a good game is not given a chance. What on earth do those corporate representatives think?

Natsume Naoki and Asai looked at each other, smiled softly and left the stage one after another.

When they came on stage, no one paid attention, and everyone was discussing the little surprise brought by Totsuka's team before. But now when they came off stage, the eyes of the whole audience were focused on them.

After the two of them came up, they slapped each of the ten people in front of them without saying a word. The audience who had just had a glimmer of hope for them were delighted and quickly said to their companions, "Did I just say that maybe 69

Is one person with number 114 better than a group of people?"

After returning to the booth, Natsume Naoki didn't even look at Totsuka next to him, but he thought he probably didn't look good.

Asai is happy to see how shocked and complicated their expressions are now... She will not let go of the opportunity to have fun.

She didn't hide her intentions at all. She turned to look at Booth 114, not with a victor's attitude, but simply stated straightforwardly, "I just want to see your expressions."

Over there, Totsuka's face turned the color of pig liver, and he lowered his head and seemed not to notice her.

The companions around him also had sullen faces. The boy who was pointing at himself on the stage even noticed that Asai was looking at him. He didn't even dare to look at each other and pretended not to notice, his eyes clearly evasive.

"How could this happen..." Totsuka's girlfriend's face turned pale.

She is just a flower vase in the team, with almost no professional skills. She usually acts as a social butterfly as the leader's girlfriend. If this is not a game but scientific research, the name Academic Daji should suit her very well.

But even so, even though she has no skills, she can still see that her family members are just being used as foils for others.

Didn't you just rush to the stage to demonstrate in front of the two people on No. 69? Wasn't it because you wanted to use those people before you as a foil to show the strength of your team?

Now, listening to the roaring and tsunami-like shouts from the audience, she felt it was deafening... In fact, the sound was not that loud. It was her emotional ups and downs that caused her heart to pound, and she felt like there was a drum in her chest.

Then she deceived herself and looked at Totsuka, grabbing his arm, her eyes full of hope: "It's impossible for a person to make such a game, right?"

She knew nothing and could only place her hope on her boyfriend. She hoped that Totsuka, who was extremely talented in her eyes, could stand up and refute Natsume Naoki, whether he was stealing or taking other people's achievements as his own. , or that he has many, many powerful people behind him to help him, it doesn’t matter.

As long as I can stop myself from being embarrassed like this, standing with nearly ten people, I feel like I want to be stripped naked and stared at in the hot eyes. This is too uncomfortable.

Totsuka breathed heavily and lowered his head to look at the keyboard. He was no longer thinking about anything. Suddenly his arm hurt when his girlfriend grabbed him like this. He waved away and turned to look at the elegant and calm Natsume Naoki over there. I was speechless for a long time.

The beautiful girl was still looking at him, without any aggravation or complacency, just pure gaze in her eyes.

On the contrary, the more this happened, the more he felt ashamed. People didn't take him seriously at all, and that girl even more so, as if she was observing an ant that found food, her gaze was filled with the desire to see what he would reveal next. What an expression of anticipation.

how so?

After a long pause, Totsuka gritted his teeth and raised his head like a child who had done something wrong, subconsciously looking for his father's location.

When I saw my father not even looking at me, but instead nodding and bowing to the principal and company representatives, I felt a deep sense of powerlessness and loss in my heart.

His hand holding the booth table slipped quietly, his two hands hung by his side, and he lowered his head.

It turns out that I don't care at all whether the game is good or not, and I don't care who lives or dies with other players. What I want has always been recognition from my father, even if it's an encouraging look.

But he found that he was overthinking. His father cared more about winning or losing than he did, and even cared more about the performance of the team's work at the video game show than he did.

"Do you feel happy?"

Natsume Naoki asked without raising his head.

"It's okay." Asai nodded and added, "I felt a little bit tight in my chest just now, but I feel much better now."

"I can't tell you're quite vindictive," Natsume Naoki joked.

Asai raised an eyebrow, "Do you hold grudges? I generally don't hold grudges."

Natsume Naoki thought for a while, and suddenly thought of the doorknob that Asai had offended before by saying that she might have padded it and then died, and the occasional bad words that led to three meals of boiled eggs, and nodded seriously, "Really?" Hold a grudge.”

If you have a grudge, you take it out on the spot, never overnight.

He cursed in his heart, but then he thought about it, there seems to be a saying that couples don't hate each other overnight?

But that was about settling the grudge in one shot, which was different from the situation between me and Asai... I don’t know if I had a chance to settle the grudge in one shot.

"What are you thinking about?" Asai suddenly narrowed his eyes.

"How do you know that I'm thinking of you?" Natsume Naoki felt a cold sweat break out on his back, but he still smiled.

Asai looked around and said, "There are many people here, let's talk about it when we go home."

Natsume Naoki suddenly felt that the two-story building was not so fragrant, and suddenly understood what the middle-aged men who drove home from work and sat in the car for a while thought.

"Is there anything else going on later?"

Asai asked. She didn't know the rules very well. Before Natsume Naoki suddenly caught a cold, she should have been just an ordinary spectator.

Natsume Naoki saw that she wanted to go back. Now that the results had been shown and the response from the audience was good, it showed that the public was very discerning, so it was better to go home and do some housework while staying here.

For a maid, it is much more comfortable to clean up the house than to stand in the spotlight here on the stage.

"Not yet, there will be someone to sign the contract later." He looked at Asai who was yawning quietly, until she got up early in the morning and was already tired after standing here all morning, and thanks to her, he got more sleep.

I want to go back to bed and don’t have to bother setting up the venue here. “If you want to go back, just go back first. I’ll go back after signing the contract and have dinner at home at noon.”

After Asai yawned, he shook his head: "No, I'll wait together... You are a sick person."

Natsume Naoki then remembered that he seemed to be playing sick?

I touched my forehead. It wasn't very hot. It looked like the fever was about to subside.

"By the way, if you were to sign a contract, who would you choose?" Asai asked.

Natsume Naoki looked at the heated discussions in the guest seats and smacked his lips: "It's quite difficult to choose."
Chapter completed!