Reborn as a comedic artist

Chapter 101 A promise is a promise, and one departs without a trace after accomplishing the deed.

The nights in Chengdu are hot and humid, and sticky.

Inside the hotel suite, the air conditioning was on full blast, and the display screen showed a temperature of 22 degrees Celsius, but it still couldn't quell the heat in the air.

Cheng Ming leaned against the headboard and glanced down.

In his arms, Chen Yao was curled up in a ball, pressed tightly against his chest. She was sleeping soundly, her breathing long and deep, but with a hint of exhaustion in her voice.

Indeed... it went a bit too far.

"Hmm..."

'

Seemingly sensing the vibration of Cheng Ming's chest, Chen Yao's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she let out a soft moan with a heavy nasal tone.

She struggled to open her eyelids, her usually captivating fox-like eyes now half-closed, the corners of her eyes reddening, staring blankly at Cheng Ming.

This glance had no harmful power whatsoever; instead, it seemed like a coquettish gesture, or perhaps a silent accusation.

"water....

'

His voice was so hoarse it sounded like he'd swallowed a handful of sand, completely lacking the smoothness of his usual broadcasting voice.

Cheng Ming didn't say anything. He stretched out his long arm, scooped up the warm water that had been prepared in advance from the bedside table, and skillfully handed it to her lips. With his other hand, he naturally supported the back of her head.

After drinking more than half a glass, Chen Yao finally let out a long sigh of relief and collapsed back onto the bed.

"Cheng Ming, are you an animal?"

After a long pause, Chen Yao's tone was a mix of resentment and coquettishness as she trembled slightly and poked Cheng Ming's firm chest muscles with her slender white finger.

Cheng Ming's lips curled into a wicked smile as he pulled the blanket up to cover her exposed skin.

"Sister Chen, you have to be honest about this."

He leaned down, his warm breath brushing against Chen Yao's sensitive earlobe, his voice deep and magnetic: "My greatest strength is that I listen to advice. The customer's needs are my mission, and service comes first."

"Shut up!"

Chen Yao was so ashamed and indignant that her cheeks instantly turned bright red, a result of her anger and embarrassment at being exposed.

Those shameful images replayed in her mind like a slideshow. She opened her mouth to bite the bastard, but found that she didn't even have the strength to lift her head. She could only pinch the soft flesh on his waist in anger.

Unfortunately, the lean muscles, as hard as rocks, actually hurt her fingers.

"Alright, now that you've gotten what you wanted, I should head back now."

Cheng Ming dropped his teasing expression, rolled out of bed, and began to dress deftly.

Essentially, it's just a transaction!

The promise that was to be kept has been kept.

Cheng Ming instantly and seamlessly switched into a Sigma man who had no woman in his heart.

At that moment, the tenderness in his eyes quickly faded, replaced by a clear sense of detachment.

They are all adults.

Chen Yao herself was not exactly a saint; on the contrary, having already been satisfied, she was quite sensible.

She didn't say much, just lazily wrapped herself in the blanket, revealing her slender arms, quietly watching Cheng Ming get dressed, and finally opened the door without looking back.

As the door closed, the room fell silent once more.

Chen Yao turned over, buried her face in the pillow where Cheng Ming had slept, and took a deep breath.

"asshole----"

She muttered a curse under her breath, but a satisfied smile played on her lips as she drifted off to sleep.

At the same time.

Reverse Media.

Li Feng sat cross-legged on the ergonomic chair, the soft blue light from the computer screen reflecting off his glasses.

As the last Enter key was pressed, a green dialog box popped up on the screen.

"Rendering complete!"

When the progress bar reached 100%, Li Feng suddenly slapped his thigh, let out a strange cry, and almost jumped off his chair—

Come.

"It's done! This is absolutely a success!"

Unlike the previous two works, "Magic Driving Test Part 3" features an extremely crazy and special effects-heavy fantasy style.

In this book, "Do You Really Still Want to Take the Exam?", Li Feng, at Cheng Ming's behest, makes a bold decision to return to simplicity.

All the fancy special effects and those mesmerizing beat-syncing cuts have been removed.

Even the color grading deliberately lowered the saturation and added a light layer of noise, presenting a rough, film-like texture that exudes a sense of desperate reality.

"Old Cheng, Old Cheng, this trick of yours is going to make all the viewers on the internet cry."

Li Feng muttered to himself as he pressed the upload button with trembling hands.

In an environment where everyone is desperately cramming jokes into their videos and engaging in abstract imitation, Cheng Ming's move of "retreating to advance by returning to simplicity" is simply a game-changer.

The title is concise and straightforward, without any gimmicks, yet every word feels like a heavy blow:

[The final chapter of the driving school trilogy: Do you really still want to take the test?]

The description is just one line: Dedicated to every soul that has struggled in driving school, and to those instructors we drove crazy.

Click to publish.

Midnight.

This is precisely the time when internet natives are most active, and also when they are most emotionally vulnerable.

Countless "night owls" lying in bed scrolling through their phones received a special push notification at this moment.

At this point, Cheng Ming was already a top influencer in the world of online pranks, with his fan base already approaching ten million.

The first two viral driving school videos were still gaining popularity and attracting followers, but this video has taken the popularity to a whole new level!

"It's here! Myojin has released a new work!"

-

"Holy crap, even the donkeys in the production team wouldn't dare use it like this! It's practically producing like a sow!"

"Selling sunflower seeds, peanuts, and bottled water in the front row!"

"Let me see which clown is in this video, harassing the driving school instructor again...?"

"I bet five cents that this driving school will have absolutely amazing special effects—a cyberpunk-style driving school!"

The moment the video was released, the screen was filled with a dense barrage of comments, all of them playful jokes and expressions of anticipation.

however.

The moment the screen lit up, everyone was stunned.

There was no rousing background music, and no dazzling transitions.

In the scene, there is only an old Santana under the scorching sun, and the cicadas' chirping is so loud it's unbearable.

The camera shakily focused on the sweat-drenched, vacant-eyed man in the passenger seat, creating a sense of unfiltered realism.

That's Cheng Ming.

But he doesn't look like that high-spirited internet celebrity with millions of followers at all.

He was wearing a tattered straw hat, and the white towel around his neck was filthy; at that moment, he looked just like a salted fish.

This art style...something's not right.

The smiles on the audience's faces gradually froze.

Then, that heartbreakingly poignant song began to play.

"I've waited so long~ and you still won't leave~"

When the first line of lyrics came out, coupled with Cheng Ming's utterly dejected expression, the viewers in front of the screen felt as if something was blocking their chest.

The camera then cut to the driver's seat.

The usually glamorous host, Chen Yao, was now disheveled, barefoot, frantically trying to press the brake and accelerator pedals. Her helpless appearance was a true reflection of every driving school student.

"You're really struggling with those three pedals at your feet—you're using the clutch as a brake and the accelerator as a clutch!"

The comments section started to change.

The initial "hahaha" comments quickly diminished, replaced by rows of neat "???"