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"Buzz—"

A sudden, intense ringing in his ears and a splitting headache made Su Bai jump up from the table.

The scene before my eyes was somewhat shaky.

The old projector emitted a deep rumble, projecting a PowerPoint presentation with a childish style that could be described as mentally polluting.

A girl with pigtails was standing on the podium, introducing her graduation project in a sweet tone that sounded almost like reciting poetry.

"My work is called 'The Rainbow Adventure of the Happy Little Pig'! It tells the story of a kind little pig who, by helping his friends in the forest, eventually collects all seven colors of rainbow candy..."

Below the podium stood a middle-aged man with thinning hair and black-rimmed glasses.

He was Chen Guodong, the head of the animation department, nodding seriously, his eyes behind his glasses gleaming with the light of a promising young man.

"Yes, that's good. Wang Ya's topic is very educational, full of childlike fun, and has great market potential."

The surrounding classmates also cast envious and approving glances their way.

"Wow, a little pig collecting rainbow candies, what a great idea!"

"Yes, kids these days would definitely love it!"

"Wang Ya's got it all figured out this time. She'll be signed by Qiming Star Animation Company right after graduation, right?"

Su Bai rubbed his throbbing temples, staring blankly at the bizarre scene before him.

What the hell is this?

Is it a kindergarten arts performance?

He remembered that he was burning the midnight oil to catch up on the latest anime series, and then suddenly everything went black and he found himself here?

A flood of fragmented memories rushed into my mind.

Su Bai, male, 21 years old, is a senior student in the Animation Department of Jiangcheng Academy of Fine Arts. He is an ordinary student in the eyes of his teachers and classmates, and even a bit of a loser.

Today is the graduation project topic selection meeting that will determine their future.

Su Bai looked around and felt a wave of dizziness.

This is one of the top three art academies in the country!

Is this all the graduation project for animation majors is?

In his previous life, animation had already become the ninth art, flourishing in all its forms and capable of carrying profound thoughts, grand narratives, and moving people's hearts.

But here, animation is like playing house in kindergarten.

"Next, Zhang Wei." Department Head Chen Guodong pushed up his glasses.

A slightly chubby boy ran excitedly onto the stage and couldn't wait to change his PowerPoint presentation.

On the screen, a toilet with comical big eyes suddenly appeared.

"Ahem!"

Zhang Wei cleared his throat and waved his arms excitedly.

"My graduation project is called 'The Talking Magic Toilet'! The main character is a magical toilet whose mission is to teach children to flush after using the toilet and develop good hygiene habits!"

"puff--"

Su Bai couldn't catch his breath and almost choked to death on the spot.

Is he crazy, or is the world crazy?

Would adults really watch this kind of thing?

This aesthetic sense must have been run over by a dump truck a hundred times; it's probably already buried!

However, what devastated him even more was that the department head, Chen Guodong, showed no disgust whatsoever; on the contrary, he appeared even more interested.

"Great! Excellent!"

He even slapped his thigh, drawing the attention of the entire class.

"Zhang Wei, your topic is very novel! It closely integrates life and education, making learning fun and very practical! Animation should be about creating things that benefit society!"

The audience erupted in whispers of admiration once again.

"Damn, Zhang Wei is awesome! He even thought of that!"

"Yes, this is more creative and closer to real life than 'Happy Little Pig'!"

"Oh no, my 'Counting Sheep' game is totally inferior to his!"

Listening to the discussions around him, Su Bai finally unearthed the root of this world's distortion from the corners of his memory.

In this world, the definition of animation has been fixed from its very inception—electronic babysitter.

Its sole purpose is to provide early education for preschool children; its functionality far outweighs its artistic value.

The government provides strong support and substantial subsidies for these beneficial animations, but this also stifles any possibility of animations maturing.

Any work that attempts to explore profound themes, depict complex human nature, or has a slightly adult-oriented style will be labeled as spiritual poison and completely banned.

Over time, animation became the least promising and most looked-down-upon major among all the majors at Jiangcheng Academy of Fine Arts.

This is not a temple of art, but a graveyard for animation.

Su Bai leaned back in his chair, looking at the fat man on stage who was talking eloquently about the toilet, and then at the students below who looked like they had learned something. A sense of absurdity arose within him.

He felt less like a time traveler and more like a normal person who had mistakenly entered a mental hospital.

Just then, Department Head Chen Guodong's gaze swept across the entire room, finally landing precisely on Su Bai in the corner.

"Last one, Su Bai." Chen Guodong's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible disappointment and impatience.

"It's your turn. I hope you can bring something concrete today, instead of just a blank sheet of paper."

Swish!

The entire class's eyes instantly focused on Su Bai.

"Oh, it's him, the one who always hands in a blank paper."

"I bet he's still unprepared this time."

"Sigh, I guess he'll have to extend his studies. I really don't know how he even got into our school."

Mockery, sympathy, schadenfreude...

All sorts of gazes came at me like needles.

Su Bai ignored the noise.

He slowly stood up.

The initial shock and absurdity had completely faded, replaced by a kind of ecstatic joy akin to that of a hunter spotting his prey.

An animation graveyard?

No.

In Su Bai's eyes, this barren land, filled with childish and intellectually deficient content, was clearly an uncultivated land!

He strode forward, walking unhurriedly towards the podium under the watchful eyes of the entire class.

In his hand, he was indeed only holding a blank graduation project proposal.

"See? I told you, it's another blank sheet of paper."

"Director Chen is going to lose his temper now."

As expected, Department Head Chen Guodong's face darkened, and he slammed his fist on the table: "Su Bai! What kind of attitude is this! Is this how you treat your graduation project?!"

However, Su Bai seemed not to hear.

He simply stood quietly in the center of the podium, looking at the white paper in his hand.

At this time.

A cold, mechanical voice suddenly rang in Su Bai's mind.

[Ding! System loading progress 99%...]

[Ding! 100%! Loading complete!]

[Congratulations, host! The Depressing Animator System has been successfully bound!]

[New player gift pack being distributed. Congratulations, host, you have obtained an S-rank healing anime script—"We Still Don't Know the Name of the Flower We Saw That Day!"]

Hearing the voice in his mind, Su Bai smiled.

He picked up the marker on the podium, ignoring the astonished looks of everyone below, and slammed the blank proposal onto the table.

The pen cap was pulled off with a snap.

Just as Chen Guodong was about to rebuke her, he saw Su Bai's pen tip already touching the paper.

In the title section, several large characters were written.