CDD Animation Workshop.
Zhu Chi sat in his chair, looking utterly dejected.
He wanted to die.
First, people had spread rumors that he was a pervert. Then, because Nakata Satoshi had run his mouth like an idiot, rumors started going around that he and Nakata Satoshi had some kind of secret relationship. Now even the Chief Animation Director's assistant looked at him strangely. The assistant had stopped needling him, and seemed to have forgotten all about his promise to eat shit.
"Chief Animation Director, the other studio just sent over these keyframes." The assistant pinched a corner of the keyframe packet and held it out to Zhu Chi.
He did it carefully, as if afraid to touch him.
"..." Zhu Chi sighed, turned his head, snatched the keyframes from his hand, and set them on the worktable.
The innocent would be vindicated.
The misunderstanding would clear up sooner or later.
Zhu Chi was optimistic about that.
Even if it didn't, that was fine. He wouldn't mind, and he wouldn't do anything drastic. At most... he'd buy a few pounds of laxatives and put them in the company water cooler.
No big deal.
Zhu Chi gave the assistant a kind smile, then lowered his head and began checking the keyframes.
As soon as he did, all his tangled thoughts vanished.
Zhu Chi checked the number of cuts, then began flipping through the keyframes.
Ten minutes later.
He looked up.
Under his breath, he muttered, "Holy shit."
Gu Xue's company hadn't sent over any new keyframes in the past three days. He'd been a little worried the other side might be running out of steam—starting strong, then fading, then petering out. But now... holy shit, what the hell did they mean, fading? They were going all out!
He sprang to his feet,