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

A few days after "Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day" completely ignited the entire internet, Su Bai's newly established Healing Studio received its first batch of fan gifts.

There were so many packages that the deliveryman had to make three trips in a row with his truck to unload them all.

The towering stack of cardboard boxes completely blocked the studio door, leaving only a narrow gap for one person to squeeze through sideways.

"Su Bai, have you been doing wholesale business behind my back?"

Shen Qingyue stared at the enormous mountain of express deliveries, her face filled with disbelief.

These past few days, she's been either painting or catching up on sleep, so she's been a bit slow to react to news from the outside world.

She only knew that the animation was popular, but she didn't know just how popular it was.

I guess so.

Su Bai shrugged, unsurprised by the grand scene at the entrance.

Shen Qingyue rolled her eyes at him and volunteered to pick up the utility knife.

"Let me help you take them apart and see what's going on, there are so many of them."

She picked up a square cardboard box that was neither too big nor too small; it was quite heavy.

"Strange, who sent this? The address and name are all crossed out."

She muttered to herself as she used a utility knife to cut the tape.

The box was opened, and it was filled with foam packing.

Shen Qingyue reached inside and felt around; she found a flat cardboard box.

I took it apart and took a look.

Shen Qingyue's face turned deathly pale instantly, and her hand trembled, causing the box to fall to the ground.

Rows of gleaming blades were scattered inside, rolling around on the floor with a clanging sound.

"what!"

She was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she took two steps back as if she had been electrocuted. Her chest heaved violently, and she pointed at the blade on the ground, her voice trembling.

"Su Bai! Come quick! What happened? Someone sent you razor blades!"

Her mind instantly conjured up images of revenge plots from various news stories.

Finished!

I knew something bad would happen if he stabbed someone so badly!

Now they're going to seek revenge!

Upon hearing the sound, Su Bai slowly walked over, glanced at the blade on the ground, and then at the remaining items in the box.

Inside, besides the razor blades, lay a book with several shocking words on its cover.

On the Self-Cultivation of Screenwriters: How to Be a Person.

Seeing Su Bai arrive, Shen Qingyue felt like she had found her pillar of support and was so anxious she almost cried.

"You can still laugh? These are threatening letters! Let's call the police!"

She thought Su Bai would be intimidated by the scene, but what she saw was a slightly pleased smile on Su Bai's face.

"Call the police? Why would you call the police?"

Su Bai put down his teacup, squatted down, took out gloves from his pocket, and put them on.

Ignoring Shen Qingyue's horrified gaze, he carefully picked up the razor blades from the ground and put them back into the box.

His movements were unhurried, and his eyes showed no fear, but rather admiration.

"Are you crazy?!"

Shen Qingyue felt that the man in front of her was beyond her comprehension.

Su Bai ignored her and walked towards the mountain of packages by the door, casually opening another one.

As expected, it was another box of razor blades.

The third box contained a large bag of calcium tablets, along with a note written in a flamboyant style.

"Give that old scoundrel Su some calcium, so he won't be too soft-hearted."

Shen Qingyue was completely numb.

She stood there blankly, watching Su Bai open the boxes one by one and then pile the razor blades inside together.

Soon, a small mountain of metal blades piled up on the studio floor.

All afternoon, Su Bai was doing this thing that seemed incredibly strange to outsiders.

Until everything is sorted out.

Su Bai finally stopped, a proud expression on his face.

Shen Qingyue stared blankly at the scene before her, her pupils filled with shock.

In the center of the studio, hundreds of blades were neatly arranged into a giant heart shape by Su Bai on the floor.

Looking at the scene before her, Shen Qingyue clutched her chest, feeling as if her worldview was being repeatedly rubbed into the ground by this man.

Su Bai patted the dust off his gloves and looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

Then I took out my phone and found the perfect angle to hold the heart-shaped razor blade.

"Come take a picture of me!"

Su Bai waved to Shen Qingyue.

Shen Qingyue walked over with a look of utter disbelief and picked up her phone.

Amidst the click of the camera shutter.

Su Bai flashed a peace sign and grinned, creating an eerie atmosphere when combined with the heart-shaped razor blade behind him.

Su Bai then opened Weibo and began editing smoothly.

Shen Qingyue curiously leaned closer and saw that Su Bai had added a line of text under the photo:

Thank you all for your enthusiasm; I received so many heartfelt gifts. It seems everyone is very satisfied with the healing style. I will continue to work hard to create more heartwarming and healing works. Love you all~ [heart emoji]

Click to send.

After finishing all this, he put away his phone feeling refreshed and smiled at the petrified Shen Qingyue.

"Let's go eat, it's on me."

Shen Qingyue: "..."

All she wanted to do right now was punch Su Bai twice, to show him what physical therapy was all about.

At the same time, Su Bai's Weibo post instantly went viral across the entire internet!

Netizens who were still grieving Menma's passing were suddenly overwhelmed with emotion upon seeing this Weibo post!

Within just one minute, the comment section was flooded with tens of thousands of comments!

"Holy crap! I've never seen such a shameless person!!"

"You old scoundrel Su, have some decency!"

"I just finished crying, and then I opened Weibo and saw this. My instant noodles suddenly lost their flavor! I'm going to punch you!"

"Look at this! Is this even human language? What do you mean everyone is satisfied? Who's satisfied?! Come out here!!"

"Hey Su, where do you live? Send me your address, I'll send you some local specialties from my hometown!"

"Please stop trying! My heart can't take it! Another healing anime like this and I'm done for!"

"Hey, stop cursing. I feel like that old thief is laughing his head off at the comments section. The angrier we get, the happier he is."

"Damn! That makes sense! Guys, stop sending razor blades, this guy's not afraid at all. Next time, just send him a brick!"

Su Bai looked at the frantically fluctuating depression level in the background and the angry, gritting comments in the comment section, and couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

In his view, these blades were not a threat, but the highest praise in the world.

Each blade represents a soul deeply wounded by a story.

Every line of "Old Thief Su" represents the audience's highest level of recognition of him as a creator, a sentiment they both love and hate.

This is Su Bai's unique medal of honor!

Seeing Su Bai's smug expression, Shen Qingyue finally couldn't hold back any longer. She walked up to Su Bai, crossed her arms, and stared at him with an extremely complicated look.

She took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, and asked solemnly.

"Su Bai, can you give me a heads-up first?"

"Hmm? What do you mean, 'reveal what'?"

Su Bai looked at her with great interest.

Shen Qingyue's expression was extremely serious.

"Have you decided on your next animated project?"

Upon hearing this, Su Bai's smile deepened.

"Shenyang University's most beautiful girl. Can you play the violin?"

Shen Qingyue stared wide-eyed.

"You need to do animation, voice acting, and now you want me to play the violin too?"

"Do you really think I'm omnipotent?"

Su Bai shrugged.

"The next animation needs someone who can play music. If you can't, that's fine, we'll find someone else to do it."