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The oppressive feeling from before hadn't dissipated when a new series began.

To everyone's surprise, the scene did not continue the previous breakdown and argument.

On the screen, the shattered members of the Super Peace Busters miraculously begin to cooperate again because of a common goal.

For Menma, they set off the firework that failed to take off ten years ago.

They believe that this might be Menma's wish to become a Buddha.

Thus began a grand and spectacular fireworks battle.

Everyone is taking action.

Some people went to work in fireworks factories, some raised funds everywhere, and some were responsible for designing the fireworks patterns...

Those past barriers and conflicts seemed to have been temporarily melted away under this common goal.

Under the sunlight, the boys and girls sweated profusely, their faces showing fatigue, but their eyes regained their light.

"Holy crap, this is getting exciting!"

"This is what youth is all about! Let's all work together for our friends' dreams!"

"I knew it! This is definitely a healing anime; all the tension beforehand was for this explosion!"

Inside the screening room, the air that had been almost frozen finally began to move.

The audience breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if a huge weight had been lifted from their chests, and smiles returned to their faces.

As they watched the main characters on the screen working towards the same goal, observing their occasional bickering and knowing smiles, a feeling of hope quickly fermented in everyone's heart.

On the judges' panel.

The sharp-tongued Lao Wang's tightly furrowed brows relaxed. He adjusted his glasses and leaned back in his chair.

"I see. First, use extreme conflict and repression to break up the characters, and then use a common goal to bring them back together, thereby completing the characters' growth and reconciliation."

He muttered to himself, a hint of approval in his voice.

"Although the technique was somewhat deliberate, it was indeed effective. It seems that Su Bai does know a thing or two; he knows how to stir the audience's emotions."

He had already decided that he would definitely praise this technique of first suppressing and then elevating the performance later.

However, Zhang Mou, who was standing next to him, did not relax at all from beginning to end.

The renowned director leaned slightly forward, his hawk-like eyes fixed intently on the screen, seemingly unwilling to miss a single detail.

His brows furrowed even deeper.

Not right.

Something's really wrong!

On the surface, this is indeed a classic, heartwarming story of friends reuniting.

However, Su Bai has hidden too many unsettling details in his cinematic language.

As Anming diligently handed out flyers to raise funds, the camera gave a close-up of her stealing a glance at Renta. In her eyes, besides the guilt she felt towards the man, there was also a hint of expectation hidden deep within.

Once Menma becomes a Buddha, will Jinta be able to see me?

While Yukiatsu was saying he was doing this to fulfill her wish, in a shot of his back, he was seen putting on a woman's wig in front of a mirror, revealing an expression that was both painful and jealous.

He wasn't thinking about fulfilling his wish at all; he wanted to prove that he understood Menma better than Jinta, and even wanted to replace him!

And then there's Tsurumi, who seems to help calmly, but always reveals her hostility towards Anmei when Yukiatsu can't see her...

Everyone is working hard, but behind everyone's efforts lies a hidden selfishness!

This isn't purely for Menma at all!

"This young man."

A fine layer of cold sweat seeped out from Zhang Mou's back. His Adam's apple bobbed as he uttered a few words with difficulty.

"He's a devil."

He understood.

Su Bai had no intention of making a fuss!

The higher he's being praised now, the more he'll fall later!

He's not giving the audience hope; he's feeding them a sugar-coated bomb!

Zhang Mou instinctively wanted to speak up and remind him, but he swallowed the words back.

That's too late.

The audience's emotions had been completely ignited by that false hope.

Everyone, with tears in their eyes and smiles on their faces, eagerly awaited the moment the fireworks would soar into the sky.

They were looking forward to a grand farewell, a perfect ending where all regrets would be made up for.

Shen Qingyue, sitting next to Su Bai, was deathly pale.

She covered her ears tightly with both hands, her body trembling uncontrollably, and she didn't even dare to look at the screen again.

Because she knew that a cruel scene was about to unfold.

She turned her head and looked at Su Bai with an almost pleading gaze, her lips moving but no sound coming out.

Let them go.

However, Su Bai simply stared quietly at the big screen, his handsome profile showing no emotion whatsoever.

Only he himself knows what he is thinking.

Give them hope, then cruelly extinguish it.

The more dazzling the fireworks, the colder the reality.

The most painful thing is the despair that follows such false hope.

The plot has finally reached its climax.

The fireworks were successfully made.

The launch site was right next to their secret base.

As night fell, all the main characters arrived.

They looked up at the firework that carried everyone's wishes, their faces streaked with tears, yet revealing relieved smiles.

"Menma, you must strive to become a Buddha!"

Goodbye, Menma!

The atmosphere of parting was rendered to its fullest extent.

Inside the screening room, sobs could be heard everywhere.

All the audience members raised their hands, wiping away tears they couldn't control.

"Waaaaah, that's great! Menma can finally leave in peace."

"This is true healing! I cried so much!"

Goodbye, our best angel of summer!

Finally, the fuse was lit.

"call out!"

A beam of light shot into the sky!

"Bang!!!"

Huge fireworks exploded in the night sky!

In that instant, the whole world seemed to fall silent.

A dazzling light illuminated everyone's face; it was a huge and beautiful flower formed by countless points of light.

It's breathtakingly beautiful.

Breathtakingly beautiful.

Everyone was immersed in this grand farewell, tears streaming down their faces.

however.

The light faded, and the night sky returned to darkness.

The main characters turned around expectantly, looking in the direction where Menma was.

According to the agreement, she should have disappeared by now.

However, the silver-haired girl in the white dress was still standing there.

She tilted her head, a hint of innocent confusion on her face, and asked softly:

"Huh? Why haven't I disappeared yet?"

For an instant.

All sounds in the world seemed to have been sucked away.

The background music abruptly stopped.

The smiles on the faces of the main characters froze instantly.

Expectation, relief, smile...

All emotions shattered at that moment.

Instead, there was bewilderment, confusion, and incomprehensible panic.

"boom!!!"

A chill a hundred times stronger than before instantly swept through the entire screening room!

The audience members who were crying for hope just a second ago, their tear stains still wet on their faces, froze in their seats as if struck by lightning.

The girl who was stuffing popcorn into her mouth stopped in mid-air again, but this time, her face was no longer filled with surprise, but with a deathly paleness.

The corners of Old Wang's mouth, which had just turned up in a sarcastic manner, stiffened as if they had been poured with cement. He stood there with his mouth open, completely unaware that his glasses had slipped off his nose.

"this……"

He made a hoarse sound in his throat, unable to utter a single word.

He felt as if his brain had been struck hard with a heavy hammer, and it was buzzing.

False hope!

Everything before, that passion, that emotion, that redemption.

It's all fake!

It's all for this most fatal blow!

On the judges' panel, Zhang Mou trembled. He looked at the screen, then slowly turned his head and looked at the young man sitting in the corner, who remained calm from beginning to end, with an expression as if he were looking at a monster.

"He's an absolute madman!!!"

The screen suddenly went black.

There was no end credits song, and there was no sound at all.

Dead silence.

The entire auditorium, which could hold a thousand people, fell into a deathly silence.

This time, it wasn't oppressive or dull.

Rather, it was despair.