Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Boy Doesn't Cry

More than a dozen 10,000 yen banknotes were rolled into money rolls by Takahashi and covered with rubber bands. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. biquge。 infoIt's more convenient to take money like this, you have to throw it away, it's not easy to be missing, and the disadvantage is that it looks a little improper, too much like the Mexican-American drug dealers.

Takahashi just doesn't know chemistry, and if he is proficient in chemistry, maybe he can still put on a large-scale live-action performance of "Breaking Bad" on RB.

Takahashi put the money in his pocket, took the counter brought by Shin'ichi Nakamoto, and walked to the training center.

Although it was already a little dark, in order to avoid more trouble, he still did not bother to go upstairs and then down to the warehouse.

The warehouse was brightly lit, and there were people sitting in front of the five arcade machines. It's not as noisy as the arcade hall, there is no arcade music, and the more than 20 onlookers don't make a loud noise, only a relatively small discussion.

Although Takahashi agrees with the idea that discussion can improve strength, without the actual practice foundation under his hands, just discussion can improve his fart.

There are still too few machines, and he wonders if he should apply for some more arcade machines, like the training of e-sports players in later generations, so that one machine per person can be achieved.

However, what is more troublesome is that he is not sure what Kudo Hiroshi is thinking now, whether this group of people will mainly play "Interstellar Force" or "Super Interstellar Force" in the future, he will also believe in every quasi-letter.

If you mainly play Super Interstellar Force, then it is not suitable to apply for more arcade machines right now.

Even if the development of a new game is over and it takes two or three months to bring it to market, it is now time for the old arcade machine to clear its inventory.

When they practice "Interstellar Power" in a month or two, it will be embarrassing for "Interstellar Power" to withdraw from the stage of history at this time.

"Senior Gao is here! Senior is here!" a student shouted when he saw Takahashi enter the warehouse.

Everyone in the warehouse, whether they were watching or playing, turned their heads one by one and stood up, with a serious expression, quite a bit of a taste of greeting the underworld boss.

"Leave me alone, you keep playing. Takahashi said.

After he finished speaking, the five players in front of the arcade turned their heads and sat down again.

However, they couldn't continue to play when they sat down, although their actions just now only took a few seconds, but these few seconds were enough to destroy their little plane.

Takahashi saw that this was already the case, so he simply asked them all to stop first.

He clapped his hands, making sure everyone's attention was on him, and said, "I've got something new, you guys can test it out." ”

Takahashi stretched out his arm to raise the rudimentary hand speed speed meter in his hand, and after making sure everyone was gathered here, he explained, "It's a hand speed counter that measures how many keystrokes a person can press per second. I think we have to let everyone try it, if you don't test it now, when the new game comes out, it's not good if everyone can't hide the boss.

Of course, hand speed can be exercised, this is just a test, and you don't need to pay too much attention to it.

Alright, let's start testing. ”

"Yayoi Ishidashi. Takahashi took out the roster and called out to Ishibashi Yayoi, who was in first place, "You test it three times, it's safer." ”

Ishibashi was a little nervous, and he now regretted that he had come too early to report. If I had come a little late, I wouldn't have been the first on the roster, and I wouldn't have been the first to be embarrassed about everything.

He took the hand speed counter from Takahashi's hand, found a comfortable position, and pressed it tentatively.

“10”

He pressed it violently for a few seconds, and the number was displayed on the screen.

"Come again. Takahashi reminded him when he didn't react.

"Oooh. Ishibashi Yayoi hurriedly pressed again.

“9”

This time it was not as good as the last one, and it fell from two digits to one digit. He looked up at Takahashi a little nervously, wondering if it was too low.

It's a pity that Takahashi still has the same expression as before, not disappointed or looking forward to it. Although it doesn't look like a very dark castle mansion, it still makes Ishibashi Yayoi feel bottomless.

In a state of apprehension, he pressed it for the third time.

“11”

This time the results were a little better.

Ishibashi Yayoi handed the hand speed counter to Fujisaki Daishi, who was second on the list, and looked at Fujisaki's hand with expectant eyes.

I don't know if he's expecting Fujisaki Daishi to be better than him or worse than himself.

“10”

“11”

“12”

There were no single digits, and Ishibashi felt a little embarrassed.

“8”

“13”

“7”

Although two of them were lower than him, one was much taller. Ishibashi Yayoi was still a little upset.

The test went on with the ups and downs of Ishibashi's mood.

After more than half an hour, everyone was tested.

The people in the back may have watched and mastered some skills, and the results are generally higher than those in the front.

In the end, the average hand speed was a little worse than twelve.

Takahashi looked at this data, analyzed it and said, "Everyone's hand speed is okay, and there is still room for improvement."

I suggest that the hidden boss of the new game requires a hand speed of thirteen beats per second, do you think it's good? ”

Everyone pondered for a while, and a few people who really felt that they had room for improvement and could exceed the line of thirteen per second, loudly agreed, "Okay!"

Others with weaker hand speeds, like Ishibashi Yayoi, were not born against, but became the silent majority.

Just as Takahashi was about to call it a day and leave, Ishibashi Yayoi, who was silent just now, stood up and asked, "Senior Gao, can you let us see your hand speed?"

"You all want to see it?" Takahashi asked the others as he looked over Ishibashi Yayoi.

"Yes!" replied in unison.

"Then let me show you. Takahashi put down the roster, took out the hand speed counter, and output frantically for two seconds at his own pace.

When he stopped, the numbers on the LCD screen also stopped.

Before he could speak, Ishibashi Yayoi rushed up with an arrow step, staring fiercely at the numbers on the LCD screen.

Takahashi didn't let him see it, but when he saw it, he stopped there as if he had been released with petrified magic.

"Hey, how many, tell me!" shouted to the people behind who also wanted to know the answer.

Ishibashi Yayoi was unmoved, he stared at the screen in Takahashi's hand, and looked at it carefully several times. It seems that if he looks at it this way, he can study that there are several ways to write the numbers on the LCD screen.

Takahashi looked at Ishibashi Yayoi and felt a little pity for him.

Takahashi didn't think about showing his hand speed here, after all, he had been practicing for months, and compared to those of them who had not undergone special practice, wasn't it just beating children.

"Say it quickly!"

"Why don't you get out of the way and let me see for myself!"

……

"Senior senior, say it!"

Various voices came and went as Ishibashi observed.

Yayoi Ishidahashi, who was very determined, looked at it a few times to make sure that he saw it clearly, and said in an old voice that did not match his age, "15. Fifteen beats per second. ”

The chaotic sound stopped instantly, and someone pushed Yayoi Ishibashi away and looked at the numbers on the counter for himself.

Takahashi handed over the counter and instructed, "Don't break it." Then, to the very lost Ishibashi Yayoi, he said, "The boy doesn't cry......"