The assistant chief animation director stared at Zhu Chi, his face covered in coffee, dumbfounded.
But Zhu Chi didn't pay him any attention. He didn't even apologize. After spraying coffee everywhere, he coughed violently a few times. Once he'd recovered a little, he immediately turned his head to check that the key animation was safe.
At the last possible moment, he'd forced himself to turn away rather than spray coffee all over the key animation, but he wasn't sure if any had splashed onto it. If it had, they were done for.
Fortunately, the key animation had escaped unscathed.
Zhu Chi breathed a sigh of relief. His throat felt even worse after coughing, but he didn't reach for the coffee on the desk again. Instead, he immediately lowered his head and quickly went through the key animation once more.
Then again.
And again...
Next, he picked up a few other cuts of key animation from the desk and glanced at the shot numbers written on the dope sheet. After confirming they were consecutive shots, he immediately unfolded the dope sheet, pulled out the key animation, and started flipping through it.
The office suddenly fell quiet. The only sound was the rustling of pages as they turned.
The assistant chief animation director was still completely bewildered. Zhu Chi was ignoring him, and the air around him reeked of coffee and resentment...
Wasn't Zhu Chi supposed to apologize now? He hadn't said a damn thing.
The least he could do was hand over a tissue.
Damn it.
Cursing viciously to himself, the assistant chief animation director grabbed some tissues and wiped his face.
But despite his grumbling, he was still curious. He'd never seen Zhu Chi this serious. Judging by the way he was acting, he seemed to have forgotten all about