Entertainment: You're asked to make a healing animation, but it will make the whole internet de

The news spread quite quickly.

Before it was even lunchtime, the forum of Jiangcheng Academy of Fine Arts exploded.

The pinned post was incredibly popular, and its title conveyed a strong sense of shock.

Breaking News! Shen Qingyue, the unattainable beauty of the Fine Arts Department, has actually been won over by Su Bai, the bottom-ranked student?!

[Exclusive! Su Bai has leverage over his goddess and forces her to join his graduation project team!]

[Oh no, my goddess is going to be ruined by that extreme animation aesthetic!]

In the cafeteria, the sound of chopsticks being slammed down echoed everywhere.

"Why should I? Does that kid Su Bai even deserve it?"

"I heard he blocked the door to the art studio and threatened to tear up the paintings if he didn't get his way!"

"What a scoundrel! How come this kind of person hasn't been expelled from the art academy yet?"

Countless eyes swept across the crowd.

If looks could kill, Su Bai would have been chopped into mincemeat by now.

……

7 PM, Activity Room 302.

This used to be a storage room, then it was abandoned, and now it has a sign that reads "Healing Studio".

Although the room had been cleaned once.

But the air still carried the smell of years-old dust.

The room contained only two simple, broken tables pushed together, with two computer cases humming on top of them.

Shen Qingyue stood at the door, holding a graphics tablet in her arms.

Her expression was indifferent.

My gaze swept across the empty room, finally settling on the two chairs that looked like they might fall apart at any moment.

My brow twitched twice.

"Is this your studio?"

Su Bai was pressing a bucket of pickled cabbage noodles onto the printing paper.

Upon hearing this, he looked up and grinned.

"Do you understand the importance of hard work and perseverance in the early stages of starting a business?"

He hooked a chair over his toe and patted it, gesturing for Shen Qingyue to come and sit down.

"Welcome to the Healing Studio."

"I am the boss, director, screenwriter, and storyboard artist."

Su Bai looked Shen Qingyue up and down as if she were a top-quality leek.

"You are the lead concept artist, art director, background artist, coloring supervisor, and also responsible for post-production compositing."

Shen Qingyue had just put down the board when her movements froze.

Do you suspect there's something wrong with your ears?

"What did you say?"

She pointed to her own nose, laughing in exasperation.

"I only have two hands."

"You expect me to do the work of an entire team by myself?"

"Even the donkeys in the production team wouldn't dare to be ordered around like that!"

Su Bai slurped up a big mouthful of noodles, his face full of nonchalance.

"The capable should do more. Besides, I'm here. You're not alone."

"And do those mediocre backgrounds even deserve your line art?"

Shen Qingyue opened her mouth.

The words of rebuttal stuck in my throat.

What is this?

Moral kidnapping?

But ironically, Shen Qingyue, who suffers from severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, actually thought that this bastard was right.

She would really want to kill someone if someone messed up her line art.

"And this too."

Su Bai pulled a stack of A4 papers from under the instant noodle cup and slapped them on the table.

"The script for the first three episodes."

"I've finished the storyboard for the first episode. Go through the script and get a feel for it."

"Tonight's goal: to define the three-dimensional character design."

Shen Qingyue took a deep breath.

endure.

For graduation, for art.

She pulled up a chair, sat down, and picked up the script.

I only intended to glance at it briefly.

Five minutes passed before I knew it.

The only sound in the activity room was Su Bai drinking soup.

There was also the rustling sound of papers turning.

Shen Qingyue's sitting posture had changed at some point.

From casually leaning back in the chair, he began to lean forward.

He held the script in both hands, his knuckles turning white from the force.

His gaze shifted from critical to focused.

The script, episode one.

Young Jinta Sukai locked himself in a dimly lit room.

A ghostly girl suddenly appears.

There was no eeriness or horror; instead, she was wearing a white dress and loudly cooking ramen.

Jinta, my wish is...

[The Super Peace Busters, forever best friends!]

The words are dancing.

There is clearly no image.

The unique heat of summer, the chirping of cicadas, and the subtle, bittersweet emotions between young boys and girls rush straight to the top of the head through the paper.

See the end.

Jinta could clearly see Menma, but he pretended not to and desperately tried to escape from the house.

That feeling of helplessness—wanting to escape the past but being held tightly in place.

Shen Qingyue felt a tightness in her chest.

Snapped.

She slammed the script shut, looked up, and her eyes were red-rimmed.

"Su Bai".

"Um?"

Su Bai put down the empty bucket and took out a tissue to wipe his mouth.

"What? You're already moved?"

Shen Qingyue bit her lower lip, her eyes looking strange.

"You call this something for children?"

She may not have worked in animation, but that doesn't mean she lacks aesthetic sense.

Is the script good?

That's ridiculously good!

If this were a novel writing course in a literature department, it would definitely be a perfect score assignment.

But this is animation!

In a world where everyone only draws happy pigs and magical toilets.

If this kind of thing were released, wouldn't kids who are used to watching Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf be terrified and cry?

Su Bai stood up and walked behind Shen Qingyue.

My finger landed on the cover of the script, on the girl's name.

"The vision is too narrow."

"Who says cartoons can only be for kids?"

"Look at Menma, how cute and cheerful she is."

"In Jinta's eyes, she was more vibrant than a living person."

Su Bai's voice was low and deep.

"That's called healing."

"Shen, the campus belle, you don't want your talent to be buried in those terrible movies where you have to clean up after a three-year-old, do you?"

Shen Qingyue stared at Su Bai's profile, her mind racing.

A complete madman.

Who among normal people would make a dead person the main character?

Who calls this kind of stabbing plot "healing"?

but.

She simply couldn't suppress her urge to draw this story.

The image was already in her mind.

Menma sat on Jinta's table, swinging her bare feet.

That vivid and lifelike feeling was a field she had never been exposed to before.

There was a long silence.

"If the image quality drops even by one frame, I'll go on strike."

Shen Qingyue coldly uttered a sentence and then grabbed a digital pen.

It became.

Su Bai's lips curled up, revealing a set of white teeth.

"rest assured."

"I guarantee that every frame will be wallpaper-worthy."

……

In the days that followed, Room 302, where the Healing Studio was located, became the focus of attention across the entire school.

Students passing by could often hear Shen Qingyue's frantic roars.

"Su Bai! This lighting is too complex! You want me to hand-draw the Tyndall effect?!"

"This is the tenth edition! How else can it be revised?!"

"Are you the devil?!"

This was followed by Su Bai's lazy tone.

"Shen, you're too talented, but this stroke of your pen is too emotionally charged, too stiff."

"It should be soft, like a cloud."

"Make some more changes, I believe in your limits."

Those outside were terrified.

The rumor has been updated again.

[Shocking! Su Bai's mind control confirmed! Goddess screams in the dead of night, subjected to inhuman torture!]

[Someone witnessed Shen Qingyue leaving apartment 302 with extremely dark circles under her eyes. Su Bai is inhuman!]

[Working on this kind of animation with Su Bai will ruin Shen Qingyue's life!]

Department Head's Office.

Chen Guodong listened to the report with a cold smile, squeezing his thermos so hard it made a creaking sound.

My initial positive impression of Su Bai worsened due to the rumors.

He somewhat regretted his decision to choose this topic.

"Let him do it!"

"The more noise they make now, the worse their graduation project screenings will be!"

He now wants to see Su Bai make a fool of himself and slink away in disgrace.