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The night before the premiere.

In a group chat called "Film and Television Criticism Group," messages were flashing more frequently than ever before.

The group owner is Lao K, a film critic known in the industry for his harsh criticism.

The group admin, Lao K, was the first to speak in the group.

"@All members, are you all ready? I've already sent the Spirited Away smear campaign template to the group files. There are three titles to choose from: [The Fall of a Genius], [The Joke of Capital], and [The Overrated Su Bai]."

"Everyone can polish it according to their own style. Remember, be sure to post it as soon as the movie ends and everyone leaves, to seize the high ground in public opinion!"

A film critic named Midnight Cinema replied immediately.

"Don't worry, K-bro! I've even prepared the champagne, just waiting to celebrate the bursting of the biggest bubble in Chinese animation!"

Another influential user on Maoyan (a Chinese movie-watching platform) posted a sneer emoji.

"I really don't understand. Su Bai has already achieved legendary status in online animation, so why does he have to humiliate himself like this? Is it so easy to get his work into movie theaters?"

"Does he think his fans can get up at dawn or stay up until midnight to watch an animated film?"

"That's youth for you, so arrogant. He doesn't understand that filmmaking is an industry, it's about capital, it's not something his kind of small-scale, sentimental approach can handle. This time, Wang Zhongjun is going to teach him a lesson using the most ruthless business rules."

"Just wait, after tomorrow, Su Bai will turn back into a mortal, a mortal who signed a three-year contract to sell himself into servitude. This will be the most exciting business drama of the year."

The group chat was filled with agreement, their words brimming with anticipation for an upcoming joke.

They were sharpening their knives, waiting for that young man named Su Bai to be smashed to pieces in front of everyone.

......

Meanwhile, another film and television company held its celebration banquet ahead of schedule.

One of their blockbuster films was released at the same time as Spirited Away.

The president, holding a wine glass, stood confidently on the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Our film has secured 40% of the prime-time screenings at Galaxy Pictures! And our competitor, that so-called animation genius Su Bai, has only gotten 5% of the low-quality screenings!"

The audience burst into laughter.

"I want to thank Su Bai, thank him for his arrogance! He used himself as cannon fodder to clear the obstacles for us! Come, let's raise a glass together and wish our film a box office hit! And let's also take this opportunity to bid farewell to Director Su Bai as he joins Galaxy Pictures!"

"Haha, he's gone to work to pay off his debts!"

"An animator dares to try and steal a living in the film industry? He's courting death!"

The champagne bubbles shimmered under the lights, reflecting on the gloating faces.

The entire industry seemed to be watching Su Bai and his Spirited Away with the same disdain one might have for a dead man.

……

12:28 a.m.

Jiangcheng, the screening room for the premiere of Spirited Away.

The huge theater was empty except for Su Bai, who stood alone in the darkness in front of the screen.

It's so quiet here that you can hear your own heartbeat.

He didn't look at his phone, nor did he pay attention to the noise and commotion outside.

Those voices that mocked, belittled, and waited to see him make a fool of himself were nothing more than background noise before the stage was set.

He slowly walked down the steps, reaching out to stroke the rows of brand-new red seats, as if inspecting his soldiers who were about to go into battle.

In the empty theater, only the sound of his footsteps echoed in solitude.

Shen Qingyue walked in through the side door, saw his back, and asked with some concern.

"Aren't you nervous? It's absolutely noisy outside."

Su Bai didn't turn around, but just looked at the huge screen and smiled faintly.

"Why should I be nervous? I'm not the one who should be nervous."

He looked up, as if he could see through the screen and into the countless eyes behind it, waiting to question and mock him.

Before his eyes, the system panel, visible only to him, was flashing text frantically.

[Target film detected, about to be released; estimating first-day depressing impact...]

[Under estimation...]

[Estimation complete!]

[Depression Points Obtainable on Day 1: 999999+]

Su Bai's smile widened.

He slowly raised his right hand and, in the empty theater, made a shooting gesture towards the huge black screen.

My index finger is pointed at the center of the screen.

He turned his head slightly and whispered to Shen Qingyue behind him.

"Shhh."

"The performance is about to begin."

next second.

"clang!"

The midnight bells rang out from the square outside the cinema.

The cinema doors opened.

A group of people rushed in.

They didn't make a fuss; everyone clutched their movie tickets tightly.

They were the only ones on the entire internet to manage to snag tickets.

They entered the screening rooms and quietly took their seats.

In the huge theater, only the sound of breathing could be heard.

Everyone knew they were about to witness the outcome of a high-stakes gamble.

Finally, the lights in the theater went out one by one.

The world was plunged into pure darkness.

Everyone held their breath.

The big screen slowly lit up.