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In the late afternoon, a brief thunderstorm struck City A.

The rain came quickly and heavily, with large raindrops pounding against the glass dome of the convention center, creating a dense, drum-like sound.

The outdoor temporary stalls were quickly moved to the indoor backup area, and all were in place in less than 20 minutes.

The free shuttle bus continued to run on time despite the rain, with volunteers handing out disposable raincoats to tourists queuing to board. The raincoats had a line of small print printed on their packaging.

"A small token of my appreciation from the Land of Light. Don't catch a cold, and come again tomorrow!"

Someone took a selfie wearing a raincoat and posted it online.

The caption reads: "Tickets for 9.9 yuan, free public transportation, discounted accommodation, and now they're even giving out raincoats—Ah Guang, are you doing charity?"

The official account of the Land of Light replied with four words: "You're right."

At the same time, Su Xiaoran was standing in front of the monitoring screen backstage of the main stage, holding a walkie-talkie in her left hand and rapidly swiping on a tablet with her right hand.

The real-time visitor flow data on the screen shows that today's visitor flow has increased significantly compared to yesterday, but the order inside and outside the venue remains stable.

She didn't have time to celebrate because the schedule for the third day needed to be fine-tuned based on the data from the first two days.

The duration of the exhibition match needs to be extended, and the restocking plan for the surrounding sales area needs to be rescheduled.

The location of the medical station should be moved towards the Cosplay photography area to cover the higher risk of heatstroke there.

Just as she was sending out the final dispatch instruction in the work group, her phone vibrated.

Yang Qian sent me a photo.

The photo shows an orange cat sunbathing on the east corridor of the venue.

Next to the cat was a half-finished glass of iced lemonade, and a comic convention booklet was spread out on the floor.

The caption for the photo was just four words: "I'm slacking off."

Su Xiaoran stared at those four words for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and slammed her phone down on the table.

The voice of a volunteer came through the walkie-talkie.

"Sister Su, a fan suggested singing 'Miracle Reappears' during tomorrow's free performance segment. Should we review it?"

Su Xiaoran picked up the walkie-talkie again.

"Sing! The lyrics should be changed to: 'Through time and space, with all my might, I will bring you back to your post.'"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the walkie-talkie.

"receive."

......

The rain stopped.

Yang Qian stood on the rooftop of the stadium, taking off her baseball cap and mask.

The evening breeze ruffled the hair on his forehead, and a faint smile played on his lips.

Just then!

"Director Yang, how was it slacking off?"

A voice came from behind him.

Su Xiaoran carried two cups of coffee up to the rooftop and handed one of them to him.

Yang Qian took it and smelled it; it was a latte with double the milk.

He raised an eyebrow, and Su Xiaoran spoke first.

"Stop looking. You have no right to speak today; you've been touching it all day."

Yang Qian chuckled and raised his coffee cup to clink against the one in her hand. "Thank you for your hard work."

Su Xiaoran leaned against the railing and looked down.

The crowd in the square was slowly dispersing. She took a sip of coffee and suddenly spoke.

"Director Yang, is Wan happy today?"

Yang Qian simply replied, "Seeing tourists happy makes me happy."

Su Xiaoran was silent for a moment, then turned her head to look at him.

Are you really slacking off?

Yang Qian did not answer.

He picked up his coffee, took a sip, and looked past the rooftop railing to the far end of the plaza.

Tomorrow is Sunday.

Yang Qian finished the last sip of coffee in her cup, turned around and walked towards the stairwell. "There will definitely be more people. You should get some rest and not stay up too late."

"Where are you going?"

"Go back and write the script."

The rooftop door slowly closed behind him.

Su Xiaoran looked down at the remaining coffee in her cup and couldn't help but chuckle.

She looked up and said something to the edge of the empty rooftop that only she could hear.

"Liar, you're clearly protecting everyone."

......

That evening, Su Xiaoran intended to go straight home, but Yang Qian asked her to stay a while.

"Director Yang, you wanted to see me."

"sit."

Yang Qian raised her head, her expression unusually serious.

Su Xiaoran sat down in the chair opposite him, her gaze unconsciously sweeping over the few pages of notes on his desk.

She vaguely saw a few words.

"Group viewing", "Menma", "The final episode"...

These keywords quickly rearranged and reorganized in her mind, and then she suddenly looked up.

"Director Yang, you wouldn't be thinking of...?"

"right."

Yang Qian nodded before she could finish speaking.

He turned his laptop screen around to show her a schedule of comic convention events that had already been arranged.

He highlighted the noon period on the third day in red and added a bold note next to it.

The final episode of "Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day" will be played simultaneously on large screens in the main exhibition hall and all sub-exhibition halls.

Su Xiaoran stared at that note for a few seconds.

"Director Yang, did you plan this all along?"

Yang Qian subconsciously leaned back in her chair, her gaze drifting towards the ceiling.

"No way! It's clearly a coincidence! A coincidence!"

"I just suddenly realized this while flipping through the calendar today..."

"Tomorrow happens to be the air date of the final episode of 'Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day,' isn't that a coincidence? It's the third day of the anime convention, Sunday, the day with the highest foot traffic, and it just happens to coincide with the final episode."

"What do you call this? You call it destiny."

"Oh~~~"

Su Xiaoran's trailing tone was just right.

As expected, Director Yang had planned it all out from the very beginning.

But she didn't point it out.

Thinking of this, Su Xiaoran suddenly smiled.

"Director Yang, my suggestion is..."

A light of joy flashed in Su Xiaoran's eyes.

"If you're going to seek thrills, why not go all the way?!"

Yang Qian blinked.

This answer was clearly not within his expectations.

He thought Su Xiaoran would first bombard him with a bunch of questions.

How to control peak traffic flow?

How to solve the problem of synchronization delay in different exhibition areas?

What if someone loses control of their emotions while watching?

Should we arrange for a psychological counseling team in advance?

How many backup plans have been prepared?

......

He had prepared explanations for all of this, but Su Xiaoran skipped directly to the last step.

"you mean......?"

"If you're going to do it, do it all. The main exhibition hall and all the sub-exhibition hall screens must be synchronized with zero latency. After the end credits song ends, it's best not to cut the screen immediately. Give it a gradual wrap-up so that the audience's emotions and the plot come to an end together."

Even if it's just a ten- or twenty-second blank shot.

"In addition, it is not recommended to immediately follow up with other activities after the broadcast ends, so as to give the audience enough time to adjust."

As she spoke, Yang Qian pulled a pen from the pen holder and quickly jotted down notes in the handwritten notebook beside her.

"Security can be appropriately strengthened, but not for the purpose of maintaining order."

Su Xiaoran continued, "It's to protect the audience's emotional safety. It would be best if someone could hand them tissues. We can add tissues to the emergency team's supplies list, and the signs for the warm water stations should be more prominent than usual."

Yang Qian nodded without interrupting.

He was still waiting for Su Xiaoran to take that crucial step.

"Director Yang, do you remember the most important line from 'Anohana'?"

"Found you?!"

Yang Qian didn't think twice.

"right!"

Yang Qian was silent for a few seconds, then he smiled.

"Xiao Ran, I didn't expect you to be so mean."

"each other."

The two looked at each other and burst out laughing at the same time.

At the same time, attendees preparing for the third day of the comic convention felt a chill run down their spines.

Hmm? Could it be that I caught a cold because of the rain today?