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It has been a full week since Puella Magi Madoka Magica ended.

But its shadow still looms over the hearts of viewers across the entire planet.

On major social media platforms, research on the Su-style healing method has become one of the most popular areas of study.

[Everyone, I've discovered a shocking secret! The title of every episode of "Little Round" foreshadows the tragedy to come! That old scoundrel Su never intended for us to live from the very beginning!]

[Stop researching, upstairs. I just watched a children's cartoon with my three-year-old nephew, and when a pink hairdryer appeared, I slapped the TV off! PTSD, you know!]

[Report on the Mental State of Contemporary Youth. Over 70% of respondents reported experiencing physical discomfort due to the use of healing vocabulary in Su Bai animation.]

[A petition signed in blood, begging Su, that old scoundrel, to treat his next film with some humanity!]

The number of likes on this post exceeded ten million in just a few days, creating a spectacular online phenomenon.

The entire internet audience has suffered under the wrath of that old scoundrel Su for far too long.

They never imagined that one day watching an animated film would require them to take nitroglycerin tablets.

Just as this wave of fear surrounding Su reached its peak, a shocking announcement was made.

The healing animation will hold a press conference for its new work in three days.

The news caused an uproar across the internet.

[So fast? The blades produced by the blade factory working overtime haven't even arrived yet!]

[A new work? What new work? A Puella Magi Madoka Magica movie, Homura Akemi's 10,000 Reincarnations?]

Brothers, I have a bad feeling. We might be sacrificed again.

Panic is spreading.

......

A healing animation, set in the CEO's office.

Shen Qingyue, carrying a cup of coffee, walked to Su Bai's desk.

She looked at Su Bai, who was calmly reviewing documents, took a deep breath, and still couldn't help herself.

"Su Bai".

"Um?"

Su Bai didn't even look up.

"On behalf of all the company's employees, myself, and the tens of millions of fans across the internet who have cried their eyes out for you, I beg you."

Shen Qingyue's expression was half pleading and half numb resignation.

"Next time, be a human being, okay?"

Her voice carried a weariness born from repeated torment.

He has participated in the production of so many animations.

She witnessed how Su Bai gradually turned the word "healing" into the most terrifying curse on the entire internet.

Su Bai finally raised his head.

He looked at the ice-cold campus beauty who had accompanied him from nothing to where he was today, and who had long since become the company's pillar and soul painter.

Then, he put on an incredibly sincere and innocent expression.

"Shen, the campus belle, what are you saying?"

Su Bai shrugged, speaking as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Haven't the anime I make always been healing and uplifting?"

Shen Qingyue's coffee cup wobbled, and the scalding liquid almost spilled.

She closed her eyes, as if suppressing something.

In the end, she could only squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth.

"Whatever makes you happy."

Watching Shen Qingyue turn and leave.

I knew that despair would be etched in that silhouette.

Su Bai's lips curved slightly upward.

three days later.

The conference site.

Countless media reporters packed the small venue to capacity.

The number of viewers watching live streams across the entire network has already exceeded 100 million.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the man to appear.

Finally, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Su Bai stepped onto the stage.

He remained calm, refraining from unnecessary words, and the large screen behind him lit up immediately.

A line of large characters appeared.

My new work, The Heartbeat of an Angel.

Immediately afterwards, concept art was released.

It was a picture full of tension.

In a school campus where cherry blossoms are fluttering, a group of teenagers, armed with various weapons and with unruly eyes, are confronting a silver-haired student council president.

The overall art style is full of youthful passion and fighting spirit.

The reporters in the audience began to stir.

"Is this a school battle anime?"

"It doesn't look like something dark or gruesome."

The live stream chat started scrolling wildly.

[The art style is nice, but I can't believe it!]

These guys look so cool, but will they die in the next episode?

Su Bai picked up the microphone and cleared his throat.

The whole world fell silent instantly.

He spoke slowly in an incredibly calm and sincere tone.

"After Puella Magi Madoka Magica, many people asked me what my next project would be."

"I received a lot of advice."

He emphasized the pronunciation of the word "suggestion".

"It seems that people have some misunderstandings about my work."

The reporters in the audience twitched at the corners of their mouths, and the live broadcast room was filled with spitting sounds.

"So this time, we've decided to go back to our original aspirations."

Su Bai looked at everyone with a firm gaze, devoid of any hint of jest.

"Angel's Heartbeat will be a pure, exciting, and hilarious campus supernatural combat comedy."

He pronounced the word "comedy" with perfect clarity.

There was a three-second silence at the scene.

Then, it exploded with a bang!

Reporters frantically pressed the shutter, and news headlines were generated wildly in their minds.

[The god of depressing humor has personally promised! His new work is actually a comedy!]

[Su Bai: My goal is to make the audience laugh from beginning to end!]

In the company's viewing area, when Shen Qingyue heard the word "comedy," her eyelids twitched suddenly, and she subconsciously glanced at the other core members around her.

Everyone's expressions were incredibly interesting.

There was shock, bewilderment, and numbness, but more than anything, there was a tragic sense of knowing that hell lay ahead, yet having no choice but to grit one's teeth and keep going.

"His goal is for us to have the last laugh."

A young concept artist muttered to himself.

"And then you cried even louder?"

The chat in the live stream went completely crazy.

【I don't believe you! That old scoundrel Su is wicked! This must be a trap!】

[What if? What if he really turns over a new leaf this time? This scene looks really cheerful!]

Have you heard the story of "The Boy Who Cried Wolf"? I certainly don't believe it anymore!

[Go! Brothers, follow me, trust him one more time! If it's a knife, then never mind!]

The press conference ended in chaos.

That night, Su Bai's manifesto video about pure comedy was edited into various versions and spread to every corner of the internet.

Late at night, Su Bai sat alone in his office.

He swiped his phone and looked at the heated arguments and comments; the entire internet's vortex seemed to be converging on this small screen.

His face was expressionless.

After a long while, a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Like a patient hunter, watching his prey excitedly step into his carefully prepared hunting ground.

The bait has been cast.