Reborn as a comedic artist

Chapter 102 Demanding Justice

"Stop singing, stop singing, I can picture it!"

"This isn't acting, this is surveillance!"

As the song reached its climax, Cheng Ming's heart-wrenching question erupted: "Are you really, really going to take the exam?! I need your answer right now! Ride-hailing services can come right to your building these days!!"

With Li Feng's professional sound processing, that shout was so powerful that it sent shivers down one's spine, even through a phone screen.

That despair, that breakdown, that feeling of helplessness that makes you want to die on the spot, precisely hit the sore spot of everyone who has passed their driving test or is currently taking the test, all through the internet.

In the video, Cheng Ming looks up to the sky and roars, accusing the sun.

Outside the video, countless viewers holding their phones had tears in their eyes.

This is not a parody video.

This is a documentary! This is a history of blood and tears! This is the deepest cry against the modern driving test system!

Especially the last part.

Cheng Ming slumped onto the scorching cement floor, staring blankly at the sky, muttering, "Stop taking the test! You've outlasted three driving school principals—"

The image freezes on this fragmented shot, slowly fading to black, leaving only a line of white text:

Some paths are better left untraded; some certificates are better left unobtained.

The video ends.

The comment section exploded.

In just ten minutes, the number of comments exceeded 100,000.

The top-rated comment wasn't a meme anymore, but a short comment with just a few words that garnered hundreds of thousands of likes: "The louder you laughed just now, the more miserable you're crying now. Cheng Ming, you know driving schools."

The second most popular comment came from a user verified as a "top driving instructor at a driving school": "As a veteran instructor with twenty years of experience, seeing this scene actually made me cry in bed. Those who haven't sat in the passenger seat will never understand that kind of despair. This isn't just a video; it's a lament for our industry."

Countless netizens began sharing their own tearful experiences in the comments section: "I remembered that summer, I was the same way, I couldn't tell the difference between the accelerator and the brake, I got a severe scolding from the instructor, and I hid in the toilet crying —"

"That year I failed my driving test five times. My coach begged me not to come back, refunded my tuition, and even treated me to a farewell dinner. I felt ashamed at the time, but now, watching this video, I suddenly feel relieved."

"This isn't a funny video, it's a truly depressing blockbuster! Cheng Ming, you owe me for all those tears!"

Even a well-known music critic posted on Weibo overnight: "I thought Cheng Ming was just a quirky livestreamer, but I didn't expect him to be such a soulful singer. This song, 'Do You Really Still Want to Take the Exam?', uses the most common lyrics to express the deepest human suffering."

That night.

"Do You Really Still Want to Take the Exam?" swept across the trending topics on major social media platforms with unstoppable momentum.

WeChat Moments, Weibo, popular apps, Bilibili—everywhere you look, there's Cheng Ming's utterly dejected face and that resounding question.

Cheng Ming proved this point once again with his abilities.

In this fast-paced era, sincerity is the ultimate weapon.

Even if this sincerity is based on breaking the defenses of the entire online audience.

morning.

studio.

Sunlight stubbornly pierced the dim room through the gaps in the curtains.

In his dazed state, Cheng Ming felt a huge figure tiptoeing into his room.

"Bang!"

Cheng Ming frowned, and before he could even open his eyes, a massive black shadow loomed over him like a mountain crashing down.

"Godfather! Please accept my bow!"

Wang Shuo's hoarse voice suddenly exploded, carrying a trembling tone of extreme excitement. His burly body pounced on the bedside, looking as if he wanted to kowtow to Cheng Ming on the spot.

Cheng Ming's head throbbed from the commotion. He struggled to open his eyes and kicked out with his leg.

"Get lost, what's wrong with you so early in the morning?"

Wang Shuo, with his thick skin, felt no pain or itch from the kick and instead plopped down on the bed.

His eyes practically overflowed with admiration. He gave a thumbs-up, his tone becoming incredibly solemn: "Brother, I'm truly impressed. That was a vixen! You not only resisted the temptation..."

As Wang Shuo spoke, he looked Cheng Ming up and down with the same gaze one would give a "saint".

"And you insist on using people as tools, and all the films you make are this kind of art that strikes straight to the soul!"

"To remain true to oneself in the face of such a beauty, and to only talk about work and not romance, that's what a real Sigma man is!"

A role model for us all!

Cheng Ming leaned against the headboard, his lips twitching slightly.

Stay true to yourself?

It seems that he was right, after all, Cheng Ming only treated it as a transaction.

"Alright, stop imagining things."

Cheng Ming scratched his messy hair, his voice hoarse from not having woken up yet.

Wang Shuo chuckled, a sly expression on his face that said, "I know everything." He continued, "Old Cheng, don't pretend. Even if something really happened, it was just for show. We artists are all about the exchange of ideas. I know, I know everything."

Cheng Ming was too lazy to explain.

Since Wang Shuo is willing to imagine him as a virtuous man who remains unmoved even with a woman in his lap, let him continue to misunderstand. In any case, the more you explain, the worse it gets.

"Now that the trilogy is complete, let's prepare for the next stage..."

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Before Cheng Ming could finish speaking, a series of hurried and chaotic high-heeled footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, followed by the sound of the lock being opened on the studio's security door.

Wang Shuo's smile froze instantly, and he sprang up from the carpet.

"Holy crap! This murderous aura...something's not right!"

As someone who frequently lingers on the edge of dangerous situations, Wang Shuo possesses a beast-like intuition for this kind of danger.

Before he could figure out where to hide, the bedroom door was violently pushed open again.

"Cheng Ming! You come out here!"

That shout was full of energy.

Zhao Yufeng rushed in first.

Although he got a trendy haircut from Tony for the performance, he still wore the classic style of his outfit.

Gu Xiao followed closely behind.

He was dressed in a crisp white shirt and suit pants, arms crossed, his cool eyes slightly narrowed.

Lin Yiyi is at the very back.

The girl was wearing a pink T-shirt and hot pants, and looked very sweet and cuddly.

But at this moment, her almond-shaped eyes were also filled with grievances, and she was still tightly clutching her phone, on the screen of which was the video that Li Feng had sent last night.

"What are you three ladies doing?"

Wang Shuo shrank his neck, trying to smooth things over, and put on a fawning smile: "It's so early in the morning, why are you all so irritable? How about I get you some water to cool you down?"

"Get out of here!"

Zhao Yufeng waved his hand, pushing Wang Shuo aside, and strode to the bedside, glaring down at Cheng Ming.

"Hey, Cheng, what do you mean?"

She pointed at the phone screen, her finger almost poking Cheng Ming's nose: "The three of us sisters are stationed in Chengdu every day, ready to come whenever you call. Whether you want to film videos or do something funny, we'll do it even if it means rolling around in the mud!"

"And what happened? You actually secretly called Chen Yao over from Shanghai?"

"that is!"

Lin Yiyi peeked out from behind Zhao Yufeng, her lips pouting so much they could hang an oil bottle on them, her voice soft yet accusatory: "Brother Xiaoming, what's so great about that Chen Yao? All she does is speak in a broadcasting voice, right? I... I can use consonants too!"

"And her acting skills... although we're not that great, we'll try our best..."

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