Reborn as a comedic artist

Chapter 100 Do you really have to take the exam?

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Just as Chen Yao's red lips parted slightly, her eyelashes trembled, and she had mentally prepared herself for the stormy plot unfolding.

Sudden change in painting style.

The previously warm and intimate atmosphere instantly shattered into pieces.

Cheng Ming did not kiss him.

His once affectionate eyes suddenly widened, and his pupils contracted sharply.

That slender finger, trembling with a sense of disappointment, almost poked Chen Yao's pert nose.

He exploded.

It wasn't a burst of hormonal desire, but rather the eruption of the ultimate question that had been pent up deep within the souls of countless driving instructors across China!

"Are you really determined to take the exam?! I need your answer right now! Ride-hailing services can now come right to your building!"

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That shout was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, exploding in the narrow, stuffy carriage.

His voice was filled with despair, hopelessness, and the humiliation of wanting to die but having to live for a few coins.

Chen Yao was so shocked by the shout that she jumped up from her seat and her mind went blank for a moment.

Those once alluring, foxy eyes were now wide open, her face screaming, "Who am I? Where am I? Is this guy crazy?"

Is this guy serious?

Cheng Ming gave her no time to react or any chance to retort.

He turned around abruptly, refusing to look at Chen Yao again, as if even a single glance would shorten his lifespan by ten years.

He faced the camera directly out the window, palms up, and roared at the scorching sun, "What a waste! I failed all four of my driving tests, and now I'm a laughingstock for teaching you!"

After singing that line, he seemed to recall some unbearable past events, and suddenly turned around, grabbing Chen Yao's right hand that was holding the steering wheel.

Chen Yao's palms were sweaty and slippery, and a little cold from nervousness.

The moment their hands touched, Chen Yao felt a surge of electricity coursing up the back of her hand, a tingling sensation instantly spreading throughout her body.

However, Cheng Ming did not show any extra emotion.

All he could see was that damn steering wheel and that damn student!

He simply and ruthlessly pried her hands off the steering wheel.

"Slap! Slap!"

He pounded on the innocent steering wheel, his palm striking the scorching hot plastic with a dull, crisp sound.

Every slap felt like a blow to his own broken heart.

He stared intently at the steering wheel, as if it were his father's murderer, singing with a heart-wrenching intensity. The strain and sweat even brought a few tears to his eyes: "You really, you really, you really have to take the test?! I need your answer right now so I can go home earlier!!"

This isn't singing; it's clearly a protest against the injustice of fate!

Outside the car.

Li Feng, carrying that incredibly heavy camera, frantically circled the car like a madman.

To capture Cheng Ming's desperate expression as he looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, tears streaming down his face, he practically lay prone on the scorching cement ground.

The ground temperature was at least forty or fifty degrees Celsius, and the heat through his thin clothes made him grimace, but the camera in his hand remained incredibly steady, without the slightest shake.

"Great! Excellent! That's the emotion! This feeling of despair! This feeling of being broken!"

Li Feng roared inwardly, his eyes burning with fervor, and the camera quickly zoomed out, giving a panoramic view.

Under the scorching sun, a dilapidated Santana, a distraught coach, bewildered students, and the surrounding air distorted by the heatwave.

The composition of the image is extremely absurd, yet it is full of a kind of dark humor that is realism.

The effect was inexplicably amazing!

Inside the car, Cheng Ming's performance continued, or rather, he had entered a sage-like moment after the climax.

He seemed to have used up his last bit of strength; his once high-pitched voice became hoarse and desolate, carrying a world-weary weariness: "Stop taking the test! You've outlasted three driving school principals. Even my birthday wish yesterday was for you to leave me alone!!"

The last syllable of the sentence was drawn out extremely long, trembling and swirling in the sweltering air.

With endless desolation and a resolute "I'm tired, let's destroy it" attitude, it echoed across the empty training ground.

The song falls.

Cheng Ming felt as if all his bones had been drained, and he collapsed instantly.

He pushed open the car door and slid down it helplessly.

Finally, he sat there on the scorching cement floor, completely undignified, leaning against the dusty tire, looking utterly hopeless.

The tattered straw hat on his head was askew, and the exposed hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to his forehead.

He stared blankly at the blinding sun in the sky, his mouth slightly open, breathing heavily, as if his soul had left his body and drifted towards that blissful world where there were no driving tests, no clutch, and no female students.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

Only the engine of that old Santana continued its tireless "putt-putt-putt" sound, as if giving the final curtain call to this absurd performance.

Even the cicadas in the trees were stunned by the outburst and briefly stopped chirping.

"Cut!"

After an unknown amount of time, Li Feng finally uttered the word.

His voice trembled with barely concealed excitement.

He jumped up from the ground, ignoring the dust on his clothes and his burned elbows, his face flushed with excitement. He gave a thumbs-up to Chen Yao, who was still in a daze, and Cheng Ming, who was sitting on the ground: "Holy crap! This was absolutely divine! Old Cheng, this is definitely the pinnacle of your acting!"

Chen Yao remained seated in the driver's seat, her hands still suspended in mid-air, having been pried open by Cheng Ming.

She looked out the car window at the man sprawled on the ground like a lump of mud, her expression extremely complex.

For a brief moment, she was truly pulled inside.

That sense of oppression, that explosive power, that suffocating realism.

This isn't just shooting a short video, it's practically acting in a movie! No, it's even more real than a movie!

"This guy—"

Chen Yao murmured something softly, the resentment in her eyes vanishing completely, replaced by a light that seemed to "fall into" her.

Although my ears were ringing from being yelled at, although my image was completely ruined and I looked like a stupid student, although I was so hot I was about to collapse...

But I have to admit.

Cheng Ming looks more charming than ever in this state.

Vibrant, wild, and full of primal vitality.

She suddenly felt that it might not be so bad to just play along with him and go crazy with him.

At this moment, Chen Yao was completely captivated by Cheng Ming's charm, a blend of talent and roguishness, because of this ultimate experience!

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