Game Market 1983 Chapter 151

Chapter 151

“Will you sign with me and become an idol? ”
“Yes?”
Whether I was embarrassed by my questions, I drew a glancing smile on her face with her eyes wide open. Did you cut it too far in front of and behind?
But her voice had the power to capture people.
If it wasn't for me, she'd have a proposal from management one day.
“Look... I have to finish the concert today.”
“Oh, excuse me. We'll wait until the show is over. ”
I lowered my head slightly and apologized to her, then decided to stay a little distance and watch her perform.
Leaning against the small chair, she chokes with a warm car in a warmer bottle and starts singing in a different tone than before.
Every day that passes by is increasing.
We think each other's minds are always there.
You said it was okay if we didn't get together.
Pretend you're strong, but you're only sighing.
A jewel I've left in the passing seasons
It's an unfinished puzzle that's lost precious pieces...
Like white eyes watering the streets.
Fill this album with memories ~
Her image of the microphone rising up with her eyes closed, shining more beautifully under the streetlight.
Her ballad song for the coming winter seemed to warm us up like white snow.
After another song, people applauded and cheered for her. She then laughed at the crowd in a series of songs she had composed herself.
“Thank you. Thank you. Gentlemen."
With her charming voice, many people gathered around her one day.
Inside her guitar case was a sizable sum of money. Even with just one coin, the yen was worth a lot of money...
As I approached, she raised her waist and looked up at me, folding her folding chair in half.
Ugh... I can see you're very cute again, right?
“You're still... there? ”
“It's not empty. I shouted too fast before, but let me formally introduce myself...”
“No, I just wanted to sing. I didn't mean to be a singer. ”
She cut off my horse like a knife, and quickly tied the guitar case around the floor.
“No, it's...”
“I'm sorry!!! ”
I couldn't help but stare at her as she ran away without looking back.
“What the...? ”
What did I do wrong?
&
“Hmm? So you ran away? ”
“Yes. I felt like I was becoming a very bad person...”
After dinner. Whether I took the coffee Yuki gave me, I wrapped it around a warm mug. She sat on the couch opposite me and glanced at me with ice cream on the lid of the cup.
“Could it have been too sudden and embarrassing? ”
“Meow!”
“Ouch! We've been here all day!”
Yuki hugs a day between her legs and puts them on her knees.
Toxic, the one who never set his claws on her appeared to be in the perfect 'bread pose’ on Yuki's thigh.
With a thin finger, you rub the tip of her nose with a flirty tail to make her feel better.
“Haha, tickling!”
I swallowed a cup of warm coffee and asked her.
“No matter how petty, it's dangerous for pregnant women, isn't it? ”
“I asked the doctor, but nothing particularly bad. However, I was scolded because I laughed all day, no matter how much sex I dropped next to Joon-Hyuk during his business trip. ”
One day, she closed her eyes on her knees and brought them to her mother.
Kyrgyzi, home to Yuki's main street, is famous for its abundance of cats.
The villagers regarded Gilan's existence as normal, so they sometimes fed him on the walls for them.
Yuki's mother also kept a bowl of cat food in the small courtyard. One day, she was wandering around the courtyard for a long time, wondering if a kitten had fallen from her mother.
The mother couldn't help but bring the wet kitten into the house because of the rain. She washed the child well and left it in the yard the next day when the sun was shining, but the mother of the kitten didn't show up.
At that time, Yuki at the church thought how beautiful the kitten looked white in his eyes.
Yuki came back to our house with her cat in her arms, or she was lonely in an empty house when she went to work on weekends.
That evening. When I got home from work, a white kitten looked up at me, tilting its head.
“Who are you…? ”
“Oh, Joon-Hyuk. This is cat day. I went to my mom's today and brought her back. ”
“Huh? Did your mother have a cat? ”
“No, it's the way of the Kyrgyzie. I was wandering around the garden all by myself, wondering if my mother's cat had left...”
“Hmm... So you just brought him here without saying a word to me? ”
“Can we... raise him? ”
“No offense, but... hmm...”
For a moment, I bent my knee and faced the kitten in front of me. The hand of the man who was staring at me with a fat face flew towards me.
“Kuang!! ”
Phew!!
“Tsk!! One day!!"
The guy who punched me in the face in the first place was a male, as expected.
After that, Yuki died of gum, but especially to me, it was a cat day.
Yuki, who had emptied all of the ice cream, asked me, putting an empty cup on the table.
“Then why are you looking for an indie band in Harajuku? ”
“Well, I've got an interesting idea...”
“Are you planning another new game? ”
Yuki asked, and I moved the mug to my mouth and smiled.
“No, the project I'm working on is not just about the game. ”
Yuki tilted his head to answer me as if he knew, stroked the back of the day gently.
“Another patent for the Western Union sale!”
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“Singer Audi... Sean? ”
After presenting the new project, the staff gathered in the meeting room were looking at me with a frown. I put the laser pointer into the suit and nodded at Mr. Kawaguchi's question.
“Yes. About nine people were chosen as representatives for each region...? ”
“Yes!? Nine? ”
The conference room began to be engulfed in the announcement of the female idol group consisting of an unprecedented nine-person system.
“What the hell is Director Kang Jun-hyuk thinking? I can't feel it anymore...”
“I know. Why are we auditioning for a singer when we're not a management business? ”
After catching a few stories in a loud conversation, I confidently replied with a smile on my mouth.
“Don't worry. Once you're done auditioning, you're ready to get into the game. ”
“A game?”
The Kawaguchi representative sitting at the top of the conference room asked me if I didn't understand what I was saying.
“Of course. Our Pentagon is a game company. But this project...”
Before saying the following, the conference room staff looked at me with a frustrated look on their faces.
I leaned down slightly, placing my hands on the table, followed by a horse.
“We are going to try to create a game that is in the midst of reality and fiction. And I'm confident that one of these projects is going to bring tremendous reactions to gamers over the next decade. ”
The Pentagon staff, including the Kawaguchi representative, looked at me with a foolish expression in my remarks.
By the way... when you make this game, what should you call the genre?
Virtual reality idol games?
No, no, no, there's got to be something more systematic and genre to pull it off.
After a while I thought about the genre of the game in my mind while employees were dazzled. I put a smile on my mouth, adding strength to my hands on the table.
Yeah. If we're going to put genres on this game, we should call it the Real Idol Fostering Project.
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The next evening.
After work, I went back to Takeshita Toori in Harajuku to look for a singer-songwriter on the street I met last time.
Arriving near the place where I met her two days ago, I hurriedly walked to the sound of guitars coming from somewhere. But why does the guitar sound so weird?
I almost wanted to run around the corner where the bench was installed, but as soon as I heard the first verse of the song, I stopped walking.
‘It's not her. ’
Shit. We took a wrong turn. You're not coming out today...?
Where she used to sing, she was singing in the tearing voice of an indie band armed with fierce costumes.
“Kill Mount Fujii!! Attack Tokyo Tower!! ”
What kind of song is that? Why did you kill Mount Fujii and the Tokyo Tower?
“Khoo!!!!!! ”
“Yaaaahhhh!!!! ”
I left the place immediately because I felt like I might be going crazy if I stayed here any longer. I looked around the street in case she was taken away to sing somewhere else.
But no matter how much I wandered around, I didn't see a singer-songwriter that sounded like her, and it ended up being a dark night.
Glug-ug-ug...
I was already hungry after a long dinner, so I stood on the side of the road for a moment and looked around.
“How far have you come? Maybe we should just go back and get something to eat? ”
I recently called Yuki on an open cell phone and told her I was coming in for dinner.
“Oh... I've been shopping for something delicious...”
“I'm sorry. I'll just eat and go in here. ”
“Okay, don't be too late. ”
“Yeah, see you later. ”
As I was walking along the street on the phone with Yuki, I saw a yellow sign at the end of the alley.
Kishimori ramen? ’
Ramen houses that use their name in a neighborhood like this usually go above and beyond.
I quickly set the menu for hunger, nodding slightly and running to the end of the alley with a yellow sign.
Yuck.
The iron door is stuffed, but you hear a greeting from inside, shouting bingo into the smell of stuffed pig skeletons stimulating your nostrils.
“Welcome ~ ~”
The moment I hear the voice of a bad woman. I stopped walking into the store.
“Sir...? Are you uncomfortable?”
Suddenly, she approached me with a sudden burst of action, and she immediately met me in the eye. I grabbed the tray that was holding her in my chest.
“Oh, you didn't!? ”
“Ah-ha-ha... don't get me wrong. I just came here because I was hungry. ”