After testing, review, recording and evaluation, it was the afternoon. It was time to go to Takahashi to play arcade downstairs in Hudson.

Go upstairs first and then downstairs, Takahashi goes upstairs from the main entrance, and then rush downstairs from the street to Hudson.

When Hudson was still a little far away, the sidewalks began to become crowded.

Those who were stagnant here all faced Hudson's semi-open arcade hall. They came from all corners of Tokyo, and they stood there looking forward to Takahashi, the creator of the undefeated myth of "Star Power".

Takahashi was a little surprised to see such a scene. Although there were many people last week, it was never exaggerated to such an extent.

He thought again, it was not unreasonable that there were so many people. He hadn't played downstairs for two days on Saturdays and Sundays. The accumulation over the past two days might have bloomed today.

Unlike the past, it is a child, today there are more adults.

Takahashi, who was much taller than a child, squeezed in, immediately attracted the attention of others.

I don’t know who shouted, “GQ is here!”

Hearing this, countless eyes immediately focused on Takahashi, and the crowd immediately drew a road.

Takahashi smiled bitterly in his heart, "Don't look like this, there is no need to squeeze, but the road is even harder to walk."

He had a warm smile on his face and kept shook hands with one child after another. When he walked to the arcade, Takahashi felt that his waist was bent a little sore in order to shake hands with the child.

He stopped in front of the arcade to move his muscles and bones. He felt a little more comfortable before he sat in front of the arcade.

In the eyes of these children, he should be considered an idol, a game idol, and a game idol with no difference from sports idols, music idols, and game idols.

This can explain why these little fans are so enthusiastic. Faced with their favorite idols, adults can't control themselves, let alone children.

Takahashi waited for two or three minutes, but no challenger came on stage.

More than a minute later, a little girl who looked like she was in the third and fourth grade, walked onto the stage with something in her hand, and rushed towards Takahashi in a daze.

"What's wrong?" Takahashi asked, looking at the little girl who didn't look like an arcade player.

"This is for you!" The little girl stuffed the bouquet in her hand into Takahashi's arms who had squatted down.

Takahashi looked at the bouquet blankly. Although he didn't know what kind of flowers the bouquet was, he was inexplicably touched.

He suddenly felt that his efforts were not in vain and he was finally recognized.

Although there were many people watching him in the sky, Takahashi always felt a little estranged in his heart. He didn't know how these fans could view him.

Do you just watch the fun, or do you really like yourself?

The little girl's bouquet of flowers made Takahashi feel recognized.

It’s like writing an online novel, no matter how many collections it is, it only means that there are many people watching.

How many people agree with it depends on real money subscriptions and rewards to verify it.

When the little girl saw Takahashi's shocked look, she suddenly approached and kissed Takahashi gently on the face.

After kissing, she turned around and ran down the stage, but broke back halfway. She blushed and held the notebook in both hands. It turned out that she wanted Takahashi's signature. After kissing, she was excited and forgot about this.

Although it was a bit inconvenient to hold the bouquet, Takahashi did not put down the bouquet. He held a black signature pen and signed his name and the abbreviation on the little girl's notebook, and wrote a blessing sentence below, "I wish you happiness forever."

The little girl took the book handed over by Takahashi and saw the words Takahashi on it, and happily jumped down.

After a while, someone came to challenge it.

Takahashi won in just a few strokes. He remembered that the child who had challenged him several times lost and was not unhappy when he lost, but was excited as if he was something.

Takahashi looked at the child's expression and felt a little scared. What should he do if the child is used to being abused by himself and not being abused for the next day, he will feel uncomfortable all over.

This is all considered Stockholm syndrome.

Takahashi thinks that he should pay more attention in the future and grasp the degree, otherwise he might get into a big disaster at any time.

Always easy victory.

Amid the voices of fans, Takahashi ended his work today.

When I went to Kudo Hiroshi's office to receive the bonus bar, I saw someone else in the office, and this person was actually Asami Kishimoto.

Asami Kishimoto stood up with a smile and greeted Takahashi.

Kudo Hiroshi looked in a good mood, so he asked Takahashi to sit down and asked, "Miss Kishimoto interviews you, why didn't you tell me?"

Takahashi frowned and thought about what he said when he reported last night. After a moment, he replied, "I remember I said yesterday that someone interviewed me."

"Sayed?" Kudo asked back, frowned, thinking about what happened yesterday.

"It seems... I did say it. But you didn't say it was interviewed by Miss Kishimoto." Kudo Hiroshi said.

Yesterday, Takahashi did tell him that someone had interviewed him, but he didn't take it seriously. Nowadays, reporters have almost ran away with all their hearts. When they saw arcade competitions, they thought it was normal to have novel interviews.

"It seems that I didn't say it, forgot..." Takahashi was a little embarrassed. He took out the business card that Kishimoto gave him yesterday from his pocket and put it on Kudo Hiro's table, saying, "Miss Kishimoto is so sorry!"

"It's okay, it's okay." Asami Kishimoto waved her hand and said.

When Kudo Hiroki saw Asami Kishimoto's attitude, he laughed twice. He boasted to Takahashi, "Miss Kishimoto is not simple. If your business is really on the news, it will save me a lot of effort."

Asami Kishimoto was blown by Kudo Hiroshi, and quickly said modestly, "Where, where, Takahashi Games are better, do you have the best guidance?"

Kudo accepted the praise with satisfaction. He took out a bag from the drawer and said, "This is the hand speed counter that I brought back by Hitoshi. Look at the speed of pressing more."

Takahashi opened the bag and there was a machine about the same size as a BP machine lying inside. The LCD screen seemed to be removed from an electronic calculator. The machine had only one button except for the switch. The structure inside was not complicated, and it was probably only one counter and one timer.

"I'll try." Takahashi pinched the hand speed counter and pressed it quickly in the same way as the arcade machine.

The counter was squeaking when he pressed it, and the numbers on the LCD screen kept jumping, and finally locked into the Arabic numeral "14".

"That means that Takahashi can press the fourteen buttons every second. Miss Kishimoto, why don't you try it?" Kudo Kobayashi said, half-introduction, half-introduction, half-introduction, half-selling.

"I'll take a picture first." Kishimoto Asami didn't rush to try it, but picked up the camera, found a seat and took two photos. She picked up the counter and tried it by herself after taking it.

“7”

“8”

Asami Kishimoto tried twice, pressing only eight times per second. She looked at Takahashi's hand and said, "I didn't expect you to be so fast?"

Takahashi nodded with a smile when he heard the amazement from Kishimoto Asami.

He rubbed his hands that were still a little sore. He actually thought that if his hands didn't hurt, he could still be faster. It would probably be fine if he hit sixteen times a second.

However, now I am not in good condition, so I won’t talk about it now. Save the fact that Kudo Hiro, who is in a hurry, force himself to perform. If he really hurts his hand, it will be bad.
Chapter completed!