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Choosing a topic is only the first step.

Although that stubborn old man Chen Guodong approved the application, he didn't provide a single penny of funding, let alone allocate any manpower.

Su Bai walked out of the office and opened the semi-transparent panel in his mind.

Current Depression Level: 0

[New player gift pack has been distributed: the complete script for "Anohana"]

All I have is the script and the complete storyboard within it.

This means that you have to handle everything yourself, from original artwork and in-between animation to coloring, backgrounds, post-production compositing, and voice-over.

Do you think you can finish the entire anime all by yourself?

He'll probably die suddenly in front of his computer before the audience even sends him razor blades.

We must find someone.

We still need to find top-notch assistants.

A name instantly popped into Su Bai's mind—Shen Qingyue.

She is recognized as the most outstanding artist in the art department, a genius painter who has won numerous awards.

Most importantly, this girl is not only a skilled painter, but also has a voice that is a gift from God.

Her voice was ethereal and clear, with a touch of natural naivety and fragility.

She's practically a living Meiko Honma.

If we catch one, we'll have the original artwork and the main voice actor—buy one get one free, a steal!

Having made up his mind, Su Bai headed straight for the art department's studio.

……

The third floor of the art building, at the end of the corridor.

It was right after class, and a lot of people had gathered at the entrance of the art studio.

Several boys carrying roses were walking out looking dejected, clearly having just been given the cold shoulder.

"It's hopeless again, I didn't even get a word in edgewise."

"Shen Qingyue's personality is too cold. Apart from her drawing board, she can't see any living people."

"Forget it, they've already been booked by several top animation studios, why would they look at someone like us who's just doing a graduation project?"

Su Bai walked through the crowd and went straight to the door.

The studio was empty except for a slender figure sitting by the window.

Shen Qingyue was packing up her painting tools, her movements slow and deliberate, exuding a cold and aloof air that kept strangers at bay.

She didn't even look up when she sensed someone blocking the light at the door.

"We don't need models, and we don't accept love letters. Move aside."

The voice was clear and crisp.

Su Bai didn't move. Instead, he leaned against the door frame and lightly tapped the door panel with his fingers.

"I'm not just going to take up a few minutes of your time, I might take up several months."

Shen Qingyue frowned slightly and finally raised her head.

It was a face so exquisite it was flawless, but its eyes were frighteningly cold.

"Su Bai?"

She had heard of this madman who made outrageous remarks at the topic selection meeting.

"Is this how you're going to stitch up the wound? By blocking the door?"

Shen Qingyue slung her easel over her shoulder, her tone sarcastic.

"I have no interest in your healing theories, and I don't want to fail a course with a madman."

After saying that, she turned to walk past Su Bai and leave.

Su Bai didn't reach out to stop him, but instead took out three A4 sheets of paper that he had prepared beforehand from his pocket.

"Take a look before you leave."

"If you don't like it, I'll disappear from your sight forever."

Shen Qingyue paused in her steps.

She intended to leave immediately, but out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a line on the paper.

Her professional instincts made her stop.

She glanced over instinctively.

The first drawing was a line drawing, uncolored.

The scene is simple: a white-haired girl in a dress stands on a rusty railing.

The girl turned around, her hair flying in the wind.

Although it's just black and white lines, it seems to evoke the sweltering heat of a summer afternoon.

Especially those eyes.

Even in a mere sketch, that innocent anticipation, tinged with a barely perceptible loneliness, almost leaps off the paper.

Shen Qingyue's pupils contracted slightly.

This perspective, this human anatomy.

And this damn emotional tension.

She subconsciously took the first card from Su Bai's hand.

The moment my fingertips touched the paper, a certain current shot up my spine to the back of my head.

The second one follows immediately.

Sunset at the secret base.

The use of light and shadow is extremely bold.

Inside the abandoned wooden house, comic books and game consoles are scattered everywhere; every detail tells a story of childhood.

Quiet, yet noisy.

It felt as if I could hear the children's laughter any second now.

Shen Qingyue's fingers began to tremble slightly.

This is a display of skill that only top-tier artists can understand.

The seemingly random lines are all precisely positioned at the visual center of gravity, and the composition is so sophisticated that it sends chills down your spine.

She took a deep breath and picked up the third one.

The scene changed.

It's no longer that secret base filled with laughter.

Instead, there were six figures standing in the background.

The six adults walk side by side down the street, yet there is a subtle distance between them.

Although you can't see their expression, they have that sense of detachment that's unique to adults.

We still don't know the name of the flower we saw that day.

This line of text is written in one corner of the painting.

Shen Qingyue stared intently at the paintings, a crack appearing in her previously cold facade.

She knew all too well the value of this level of original artwork.

This is not student homework at all.

This is a masterpiece!

"Who drew this?"

She suddenly looked up, staring intently at Su Bai, her breathing rapid.

There was no trace of aloofness in his eyes anymore; they were filled with the fervor one feels when seeing a priceless treasure.

Su Bai shrugged and pointed to his head.

"They're all here."

"This is just the tip of the iceberg. If you join, I guarantee you'll see much more."

Shen Qingyue gripped the drawing tightly, her knuckles turning white.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but was pulled back by reason.

Su Bai's reputation in the academy was not good; his grades were at the bottom of the entire school.

But the painting in his hand couldn't lie.

Seeing that she was still hesitating, Su Bai decided to add fuel to the fire.

"What? You're afraid?"

Su Bai took a step forward and looked down at her.

"Or are you like those mediocre people, thinking that animation is just electronic garbage for three-year-olds?"

"Are you really willing to go to those so-called big companies and draw those low-brow 'Happy Pig' comics day after day?"

"Go draw those soulless assembly line scraps?"

Every word felt like a needle piercing Shen Qingyue's heart.

Why did she reject those big studios?

Isn't it because they hate all that cookie-cutter garbage?

In this fast-paced era, no one is willing to settle down and make art; everyone is focused on traffic and how to trick children out of their pocket money.

Shen Qingyue bit her lip, her eyes filled with struggle.

"Join my healing studio."

Su Bai's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable allure.

"Let's make some real animation."

"Make something that will slap those arrogant judges in the face."

"Make something that people will remember for a lifetime."

He reached out and snatched the drawing from Shen Qingyue's hand.

"If you refuse, I'll burn these."

"Anyway, no one but you is worthy of this art style."

"Burned?"

Shen Qingyue's pupils dilated in shock, and she instinctively reached out to grab it.

"No!"

Burning original artwork of this caliber would be an absolute waste!

She only realized her lapse in composure halfway out her hand.

A blush instantly spread across her cheeks, but her eyes became unusually determined.

She looked at Su Bai and took a deep breath.

"I want to see the complete script."

"If the script doesn't match the visuals, I'll leave anytime."

Hooked.

The little man in Su Bai's mind made a peace sign, but his face remained calm and composed.

"certainly."

"But let me make this clear from the start: once you're in my studio, you have to listen to me."

"Not only do I have to draw, but I also have to do voice-over."

Shen Qingyue was taken aback.

"Voice acting? I've never studied that."

Su Bai didn't say anything, turned around and walked out, waving his hand behind her back.

"Come to Room 302 tonight, and bring your graphics tablet."

Shen Qingyue stood there, watching Su Bai's retreating figure, feeling an emptiness in her arms.

The impact of those three paintings still lingers in my mind.

She had a vague premonition that she might have boarded a terrible pirate ship.

But strangely, my heart was beating very fast.

That long-lost urge to create was simply irrepressible.