Ah Yu's phone vibrated again; her mother had sent a photo of the surgery consent form. Her father's signature was crooked and messy, just like the signatures her parents had on her homework when she was a child. She took a deep breath and signed her name on the schedule change application form, the pen tip spreading a small blot of ink in the "risk bearer" column.
On the morning of August 9th, Ah Yu stood in the cinema's monitoring room, watching the real-time screening data. "Urban Fantasy Night" had reached 28% of the morning screenings, 3 percentage points higher than expected. Su Yao's voice came through the walkie-talkie: "Real-time feedback from the campus roadshow: student ticket pre-sales have exceeded 50,000!"
Zhong Hua suddenly pointed at the screen and laughed: "Look, the second week's screenings of 'Star Tide' have indeed dropped to 25%. Our prime screenings..." His voice suddenly stopped. In the surveillance footage, a group of students in school uniforms were pouring into the theater. The girl in the lead was carrying a huge bucket of popcorn, and her face was still covered with sunscreen that hadn't been wiped off.
Ah Yu's phone vibrated in her pocket; it was a notification from her mother that the surgery was successful. Looking at the box office chart on the screen, she suddenly remembered her father's words: "Life is like a movie schedule; some screenings will inevitably run into unexpected situations, but as long as you choose the right opening time, the audience will always come."
As night fell, the first day's box office data appeared on the system: 42 million yuan in box office revenue, with an occupancy rate of 31%. Su Yao suddenly held up her tablet: "Look! Reservations for prime-time screenings during the Mid-Autumn Festival have already reached 78%! And pre-sales in lower-tier markets..."
Ah Yu looked out the window; the city's neon lights were gradually illuminating the twilight. On the glass facade of an office building in the distance, the promotional poster for "Urban Fantasy Night" was clearly outlined by the lights, and the female protagonist's fingertip seemed to be touching an invisible time button. She knew that this game of time had only just begun.
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