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

The Bilibili Building in Shanghai.

The floor where the live interview studio was located was brightly lit.

Several fill lights converged in front of the cameras, illuminating the entire studio.

In the center of the studio, Su Bai and the host sat side by side facing the audience.

The host suppressed his nervousness and adjusted his headset.

The live stream entrance was instantly flooded with millions of viewers.

The live stream attracted over 100 million viewers.

On the left side of the screen, a barrage of blood-red bullet comments appeared indiscriminately.

[You old scoundrel Su! Give me back Hill!]

A message with real money was displayed at the top of the donation ranking.

[Give me back my wife! That scoundrel won't give me an explanation, I'll send razor blades to your door tomorrow!]

Faced with overwhelming anger in the live stream room.

The host looked up uneasily at Su Bai across from him.

He was dressed in a suit and tie, his hair was neatly combed, and his expression was calm.

Those eyes were fixed on the comments section, showing no emotional fluctuation whatsoever.

Just like the insults scrolling on the screen, they have nothing to do with him personally.

This gave him an aura of complete control over everything.

The host suppressed his nervousness and kept his voice steady.

She looked down at the teleprompter in the distance and slowly asked the question.

"Mr. Su, welcome to our live broadcast room."

Su Bai nodded slightly and gave the camera a polite smile.

"Okay, as you can see, the live stream is extremely popular today. We know that many of you have a lot of questions and feelings."

The host looked at the teleprompter, then turned to Su Bai.

"President Su, the question netizens most want to ask is: why arrange for Hill to exit in such a tragic way?"

Su Bai leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped on his knees, his posture relaxed.

"Tragic?"

Su Bai laughed, then asked the host a question in return.

"I ask you, should revolutionaries who overthrow a thousand-year-old, corrupt empire simply die peacefully in their sickbeds?"

Upon hearing this, the comment section fell silent for a moment.

The insults slowed down, and the audience raised a series of question marks.

The host was stunned; she hadn't expected Su Bai to throw out a counter-question so directly.

Su Bai didn't wait for her response and continued spouting his fallacious logic.

"A thousand-year-old empire, outwardly glamorous, inwardly rotten."

"What makes it stand firm?"

"This isn't a problem of their use of force; ultimately, it's a matter of the people's apathy towards peace and stability!"

He looked at the camera, his eyes becoming extremely imposing.

"Without shocking sacrifices, who will awaken? Who will rebel?"

The comments scrolled by, this time with more thoughtful expressions.

"Slay! Scarlet Eyes! It's about revolution!"

Su Bai spoke in a calm and steady tone.

"Revolution sheds blood, revolution sacrifices! Our fervor is not just empty words, it is forged in blood! Every drop of blood ignites the dawn!"

He paused for a moment to give the audience time to process what he had heard.

"Hill's death is the spark!"

Su Bai's voice was gentle, but his tone carried a hidden pressure.

"She ignited Tatsumi's anger and tore off the empress's mask of hypocrisy."

"It also ignited their fighting spirit for night raids, letting them see that overthrowing the empire comes at the cost of lives!"

The atmosphere in the live stream room subtly shifted.

The host frowned, his brain processing Su Bai's words.

The doubts in the comments section gradually subsided.

"Is this what you call the depressing aesthetics of the Soviet Union?"

The host asked cautiously.

Su Bai nodded.

"It's less about melancholic aesthetics and more about their genuine struggles!"

"Only when a wonderful character is sacrificed to the corrupt and ruthless can the audience feel a deep-seated hatred for the empire."

"Only then can everyone understand the profound significance of everything done during the night raid!"

"If revolutionaries could all escape unscathed, what kind of revolution would that be? It would be nothing but child's play!"

Su Bai's words elevated Hill's death to an unprecedented level.

His theory is logically rigorous, and it is almost impossible to find any flaws in its rebuttal.

The host looked at the live chat comments.

The viewers in front of the screen seemed to agree, and many left comments expressing their approval.

"President Su's words have refreshed my understanding of the work."

The host's expression was complicated.

"We may have oversimplified animation."

The comments started to shift.

[Holy crap, that old scoundrel's smooth talk... have I been fooled? Why does it seem like he's right?]

Suddenly, I feel that Hill's death was for a greater good.

[I think I'm seeing the depth now. This animation isn't just fun; it has some substance!]

Zhang Shaohua Studio in the Distance.

"Bang!"

Enraged, Zhang Shaohua slammed the mouse onto the screen.

"Bullshit! He's spouting utter bullshit!"

He slammed his fist on the table and roared.

"What Soviet-style melancholic aesthetics? What revolutionary sacrifice? He just has a twisted sense of humor!"

"These idiots, these idiots have all been manipulated!"

Zhang Shaohua pointed at the live stream screen, his veins bulging as he roared at his assistant.

"Look at the comments! Have these people been kicked in the head by a donkey? He killed your favorite character! And you're still praising him?"

The assistant lowered his head, not daring to speak.

Looking at Su Bai's calm face on the screen, he wavered.

In the live stream, Su Bai sensed the wavering in the chat.

A smile appeared on his lips, which quickly faded into a serious expression of sacrificing himself for art.

"Of course, I know the audience felt pained by Hill's departure. That feeling is precious."

Su Bai slowed down her speech and her tone became more humane.

"This proves that everyone poured their emotions into Night Raid, proving that you, like Tatsumi, hate the corrupt Empire!"

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the camera lens.

"Rest assured, everyone, the spirit of night raids will never be extinguished in the story to come!"

"Brother Brand will give Tatsumi special training! The protagonist inherits Sheele's will and rises to power!"

Su Bai then revealed the selling points for the animation's future.

His tone carried a calming power.

"He will be a true revolutionary fighter, carrying the hopes of all those who have sacrificed themselves!"

The live stream chat was flooded with comments again.

This time, everyone was filled with anticipation and questions.

[Big brother! Yes! There's another big brother!]

[Big brother will definitely protect Tatsumi!]

[Old Su has spoken! Big Brother's awesome!]

What are you still dawdling about? Hurry up and update!

The host also breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that she had been successfully led astray by Su Bai.

Su Bai looked at the camera again, his smile gentle, like a kind life mentor.

"Brand, the eldest brother, is absolutely the strongest character in this show. Everyone can always trust him!"

His voice was clear and powerful, and every word met the audience's expectations.

"He will teach Tatsumi how to rise from despair and how to survive on the bloody battlefield."

The comments section erupted once again.

The emotions ripped apart by Hill's death instantly found new solace!

The towering figure of the eldest brother, Brand, has been depicted by countless viewers as an indestructible bulwark.

Su Bai stared at the screen, at the comments section filled with anticipation for his older brother.

A cold smile played on his lips.

The chessboard is set, and the pieces have been placed.

What he wanted was to give the audience a higher level of depressing experience.

The healing process will not stop there.

Brand.....

In this grand scheme, you are the most important bait.