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

Time flies by.

The 302 activity room where the Healing Studio is located has become a legend at Jiangcheng Academy of Fine Arts.

There is no distinction between day and night here; the monitors are always lit, and animation production never stops except for essential human physiological activities.

Shen Qingyue felt like she was going crazy.

In just a few weeks, she experienced the entire process of going from a genius painter to an assembly line worker, and then to being tormented to the point of mental breakdown by a devilish client.

Su Bai is that devil!

"No, redraw it."

Su Bai's voice wasn't loud, but it sounded extremely cold to Shen Qingyue.

He pointed to a background artwork on the screen that had taken Shen Qingyue two whole days to complete.

It was dusk at the secret base, the lighting effects were at their peak, so beautiful that you could take a screenshot and use it as wallpaper.

"Why?!"

Shen Qingyue suddenly stood up from the chair, her chest heaving violently.

"The lighting, the composition—I dare say you won't find anyone in the entire art department, no, in the entire Jiangcheng, who can paint better than me! What exactly are you dissatisfied with?!"

She was driven to the brink of madness; her dark circles were so thick they looked like smoky makeup, and her once cool and aloof demeanor was completely gone, leaving only her frantic state.

Su Bai didn't look at her; his gaze remained fixed on the screen.

"Without emotion."

Su Bai spoke calmly.

"It's as beautiful as a photograph, devoid of warmth. What I want isn't just aesthetics, but a vivid feeling."

He raised his head, his gaze sharpening.

"We're making an animation that breaks industry norms, so my requirements will be quite strict. I hope you can understand."

"..."

Shen Qingyue opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Looking into Su Bai's unfathomable eyes, she felt a chill run down her spine.

This man wasn't working on his graduation project at all.

He is creating a real world.

But isn't this also what she's pursuing?

She sat down silently, deleted the layers, and her fingers, gripping the digital pen, trembled slightly from the force.

This kind of exhaustion and torment continued day after day.

Even today, Su Bai walked into the activity room as usual, but this time he had a thick stack of printed papers in his hand.

Snapped.

He slammed the stack of papers onto Shen Qingyue's desk.

"Take a look at the last part of the script and storyboard."

Shen Qingyue numbly raised her head and rubbed her sore eyes.

In the past few weeks, she has been completely captivated by Su Bai's story.

The girl named Menma, the boy named Jinta, and the group of friends scattered by time seem to live on in her writing.

She poured so much heart and soul into them that sometimes she felt Menma was a real person.

She took a deep breath and opened the script for the final episode.

In the end, to fulfill Menma's wish, everyone set off a firework that carried their longing.

The code, however, did not disappear.

Why?

Shen Qingyue's heart clenched. She could sense Renta's panic and seemed to hear Menma's tearful voice.

Her gaze swept quickly across the text and landed on the final storyboard.

The morning sunlight bathed the woods outside the secret base.

The friends finally put aside all their differences and started playing hide-and-seek.

"Are you hidden well?"

"You've hidden it well!"

Each call was met with a response.

Until Menma's voice grew fainter and fainter, her body began to become transparent in the morning light.

In the picture, the girl in the white dress, the girl who always smiled like the summer sun, her silhouette is gradually fading away.

Shen Qingyue's breath caught in her throat at that moment.

She saw the last frame of the storyboard.

Beneath the empty tree, only dappled sunlight and the heart-wrenching cries of his companions remained.

Found you, Menma!

[Found...]

boom!

It felt like something exploded in my head.

The digital pen in Shen Qingyue's hand fell to the ground with a thud. She felt as if all her strength had been drained away, and she slumped into the chair, tears streaming down her face without warning.

At first, it was just silent tears, but then, the exhaustion, grievances, and heart-wrenching pain pierced by the plot, which had been suppressed for weeks, completely erupted at this moment!

"Waaaaahh ...

A heart-wrenching cry erupted from the art studio.

"Su Bai!"

Shen Qingyue suddenly stood up, her red-rimmed eyes glaring at him, and swept the storyboard on the table to the ground.

"You're not human! Are you a monster?!"

She pointed at Su Bai's nose, her voice hoarse, and cursed loudly.

"You drew Menma so cutely just so she would disappear from everyone's sight in the end? You depicted that friendship as so beautiful just so you could tear it apart with your own hands in the end!"

Is your heart made of stone?

Only now did she fully realize that Su Bai's so-called cure was a complete lie from beginning to end!

He wasn't trying to stitch up a wound; he was digging a bloody hole in people's hearts that could never heal!

While sobbing, she still had to follow Su Bai's instructions and paint those heart-wrenching scenes beautifully.

With every stroke of her pen, her heart bled.

Faced with Shen Qingyue's near-collapse accusations, Su Bai's face remained expressionless.

He simply watched her quietly until she calmed down a bit, then bent down to pick up a storyboard, walked up to her, and handed her a tissue.

His voice was eerily calm, like the whisper of a devil.

"It is precisely because of the pain that it is remembered."

Shen Qingyue's crying stopped abruptly, and she looked up in disbelief.

All that could be heard was Su Bai continuing in that emotionless tone:

"Your tears now will be the audience's tears in the future."

"A work that cannot leave any mark on the audience's heart is just a pile of garbage. And tears are the best tool for engraving memories."

Shen Qingyue was stunned.

She looked at Su Bai, then looked down at the girl on the screen with a bright smile, who was about to disappear forever from her pen.

An indescribable chill ran down my spine and straight to the top of my head.

A mix of emotions surged within her, yet she had to admit that this beauty, so cruel yet so extreme, could indeed pierce the soul in an instant.

She got it.

Su Bai, that madman, was never after the award or his graduation project from the very beginning.

He wants to use an animation to deliver a brutal blow to everyone's heart!

Shen Qingyue slumped back into her chair, picked up the digital pen from the floor, her hands trembling so much she could barely hold it.

She wiped away her tears, looked at Su Bai, and squeezed out a few words, one by one, through her teeth.

"You old scoundrel Su! You'll die a horrible death!"

After saying that, she stopped looking at him, turned to the screen, and with tears in her eyes, began to sketch the sunlit forest that was destined to bear countless tears.

She became the first victim on Su Bai's path to depression.

Su Bai, however, merely smiled slightly.

Next, it's time for the whole world to experience this healing power.