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The giant screen fell into a deathly black, with only the ethereal and sorrowful melody of the ending theme.

It gripped the hearts of everyone present.

The event passed second by second.

Inside the screening room, the sounds of sobbing echoed intermittently.

No one spoke, no one clapped, and no one even moved.

Everyone was still immersed in that sorrowful world woven from light, shadow, and sound, unable to extricate themselves.

Menma's final glance back, that smile tinged with relief yet tinged with endless regret, precisely pierced the softest spot in their hearts.

Finally, someone broke down first.

"Waaaaah..."

"Why! Why did you treat her like this!"

"My tears are worthless!!"

The cries, accompanied by shouts, spread like a tide, quickly coalescing into a deafening wailing.

The students in the front row were crying so hard they were staggering. The girls, whose makeup was ruined, didn't care about their appearance and let their tears wash over their cheeks.

The reactions of the bigwigs in the VIP section were even more fascinating.

Department head Chen Guodong is usually stern and imposing, so much so that students dare not even breathe.

At this moment, she was tilting her head back, her neck taut, as if she could hold back the tears that were about to spill from her eyes.

But his violently trembling shoulders and constantly bobbing Adam's apple ruthlessly betrayed his inner emotions.

Sitting next to him was the sharp-tongued Old Wang.

The man who could criticize all those previous graduation projects as worthless with just his words has long since surrendered.

His signature gold-rimmed glasses were carelessly tossed aside, and his old face flushed red.

He was haphazardly wiping his face with a soaking wet tissue, muttering to himself.

"A beast! This is absolutely a beast! It's not even human!"

The most outrageous one is Director Zhang, who has been prejudiced against animation from the very beginning.

This industry giant, who has directed countless classic commercial films and seen many ups and downs, is now sitting motionless in his seat.

His bloodshot eyes stared blankly at the now-off screen, as if his soul had been ripped away.

His mind went blank.

It was incredibly impressive.

He had considered a million possibilities, but he never imagined that he would be utterly defeated and made to cry like a fool by an animated film made by students.

Is this even reasonable?!

Shouldn't animation be something for children?

When did such a terrifying emotional impact arise?

The narrative rhythm, the cinematic language, the gradual build-up and sudden bursts of emotion.

Let alone students, even the best team under my command might not be able to achieve such precise control!

This kid named Su Bai is a monster!

Just as the atmosphere was about to spiral out of control, the lights suddenly came on with a snap, and everyone instinctively squinted.

Two people had appeared on the stage sometime earlier.

Su Bai was dressed in simple casual clothes, with a calm expression and even a faint smile on his lips.

Shen Qingyue, who was standing next to him, also had tears in her eyes, clearly moved by the animation she had helped create.

Su Bai glanced around at the audience.

Those tear-streaked faces and those eyes as red as rabbits created a truly tragic scene.

Any normal creator, upon seeing such a sincere response from the audience, would either be moved to tears or bow in trepidation and apologize.

Su Bai showed no remorse whatsoever, nor was he moved in the slightest.

He still remembers Director Zhang's previous media interviews; he'll settle any scores on the spot.

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, he slowly and deliberately took something out of his trouser pocket.

A brand new, unopened pack of tissues.

He strode to the edge of the stage, bent down, and smiled as he handed the pack of tissues to Director Zhang, who was still in a daze in the front row.

"Director Zhang."

Su Bai's voice was gentle.

"Wipe it off, mind your appearance."

The entire venue was deathly silent.

All the crying stopped abruptly, like ducks being choked.

They stared wide-eyed at the scene before them, incredulous.

Murder, but also torture?

You lured us in, then stabbed us to death.

And then you just hand us a pack of tissues and tell us to be mindful of our image?

Is this something a human being would do?

Director Zhang suddenly snapped out of his daze, and a shiver ran through him as he looked at the paper handed to him!

He snatched the tissue, his lips trembling, wanting to curse, slam his fist on the table, and point at Su Bai's nose to curse his entire family.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, a torrent of sorrow once again breached the dam of reason.

He opened his mouth for a long time, but couldn't utter a single word. Instead, he choked up even more because of his emotional state.

In the end, all I could do was tear open the tissue box in frustration and forcefully pull out a tissue and shove it against my face.

Seeing this, Su Bai felt no emotion whatsoever; in fact, he almost wanted to laugh.

He straightened up, picked up the microphone, looked around the room, and said with a smile in a tone of utter satisfaction.

"It seems everyone is satisfied with this ending."

If offering a tissue was like killing someone by attacking their spirit, then this sentence is like rubbing salt into everyone's wounds!

satisfaction?

We're satisfied for what?!

The audience finally realized what was happening.

In an instant, hundreds of eyes focused on Su Bai, their expressions extremely complex.

A boundless resentment is contained within it.

I had an urge to drag him off the stage and beat him up.

But more than anything, it evoked an indescribable sense of admiration and respect.

They hate him because he delivered the most fatal blow in the gentlest way.

They love him because he created a story and a character that they love to the core.

This feeling of loving and hating at the same time, wanting to kill him but not being able to, is driving people crazy!

"Su Bai! You have no heart!"

A girl cried out in a sob-filled voice, filled with grief and indignation.

That sound was like flipping a switch.

"Give me back my tears!!"

"Where are my razor blades? Where are they? I'm sending those bastards razor blades!"

The waves of condemnation came one after another.

But strangely, it carries a unique sense of intimacy and acceptance.

This is a supreme level of praise that belongs exclusively to the creator and the audience.

Faced with the excited crowd, Su Bai simply smiled calmly and turned his gaze back to the VIP seats.

At this point, Department Head Chen Guodong had barely managed to control his emotions.

He stood up, picked up the microphone, stared intently at Su Bai, and his voice trembled slightly with excitement.

"Su Bai!"

The entire room fell silent instantly, and everyone turned to look at the college representative.

Chen Guodong took a deep breath, seemingly organizing his thoughts.

Everyone assumed he was going to represent the school and criticize Su Bai for deceiving the audience's feelings.

However, his next words caused everyone's pupils to shrink suddenly.

"This animation is fantastic, and I'm so glad I agreed to let you choose this topic."

Chen Guodong's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire screening room, conveying an unquestionable decisiveness.

"Your work has been unanimously awarded a perfect score by all the judges!"