Reborn as a comedic artist

Chapter 106 The Prankster Conductor

Wu Bai smiled and turned to Cheng Ming: "Xiao Ming, you make the decision, but before you do, I have a request."

Cheng Ming, holding his guitar, tilted his head and said, "Go ahead."

"You know, it's not easy for me to hold a concert."

Wu Bai made a troubled expression and shrugged: "I've been singing for half the show, and my throat is practically burning!"

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"But the key thing is, I want to sing, but they won't let me! Every time I just start singing, the audience takes over, and I can only stand there on stage playing the guitar."

Wu Bai pointed to the audience, looking "aggrieved": "I'm here to hold a concert, not to be a backup musician! You're here today, can you do me a favor?"

Cheng Ming was taken aback, then immediately understood.

This is the biggest joke about the 500 concert – buy a ticket to have 500 sing for you.

Cheng Ming's eyes darted around, and his mischievous spirit returned.

He cleared his throat and said seriously into the microphone, "Teacher, I understand what you mean. You want me to help you take the microphone back so you can sing a proper song, right?"

Wu Bai nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, that's exactly what I mean!"

"Okay, I'll take care of it."

Cheng Ming patted his chest and assured him.

He turned around, facing the 50,000 to 60,000 audience members, took a deep breath, and began to strum the strings.

"when"

A familiar chord resounded.

The entire venue erupted in cheers.

It's "Sudden Self"!

But as soon as the prelude began, Cheng Ming did not start singing. Instead, he suddenly raised his right hand and made an extremely standard starting gesture, like that of a symphony conductor.

He pointed towards the left stands, mustered his strength, and roared, "Friends on the left! Ready—go!!"

The audience was stunned for a fraction of a second, then erupted in cheers.

"I heard you say~~~the sun rises and sets~~~"

The thousands of people in the left-hand stands immediately roared at the top of their lungs.

Wu Bai was dumbfounded.

He had just raised the microphone to his mouth, ready to sing the first line, when before he could even open his mouth, all the words had already been taken.

And this time it's even worse!

In the past, it was a chaotic and disorderly scramble for loot; this time, it's an organized and disciplined scramble!

Cheng Ming isn't done yet.

He gestured with his right hand towards the right stands, his face displaying an extremely smug expression: "Hey guys on the right! Keep going! Don't stop! Give it your all! Let me hear you!"

"The weather is unpredictable... the road is paved with footsteps..."

The roar from the right stands instantly drowned out the left, and even included harmonies!

Wu Bai stood to the side, microphone in mid-air, unsure whether to move forward or backward, completely bewildered.

Watching Cheng Ming's back as he intently directed the operation, he couldn't help but chuckle and mutter, "Damn! Is this kid here to cause trouble?!"

But he didn't stop it; instead, he was ignited by Cheng Ming's brilliant stroke of genius.

If you can't sing, then join in!

Wu Bai simply gave up resisting and, imitating Cheng Ming, stretched out his hands and began to wave them in rhythm.

Two generations.

A rock godfather, an internet genius.

At this moment, he was actually acting as a "choir conductor" on a stadium stage with tens of thousands of people.

"Come on! Friends in the middle! Boost the chorus!!"

Cheng Ming strummed the strings frantically while shouting at the top of his lungs, "Come on! After this one, there are three more!!!"

"Drink this one last time!!! We're not leaving until we're completely drunk!!!"

The roar of fifty or sixty thousand people was so powerful it could have blown the roof off the stadium.

Huang Yuxi stood below the stage, her voice hoarse from shouting, but tears kept flowing down her face.

She looked at the radiant man on the stage.

That man, who was usually so unserious, was now in control of the emotions of tens of thousands of people.

It's too dazzling.

At this moment, even standing next to a superstar like Wu Bai, Cheng Ming was not overshadowed at all; on the contrary, their brilliance complemented each other, creating an even more intense spark.

"That bastard—"

Huang Yuxi wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, but couldn't help but smile. The image that had been somewhat blurry in her heart became clear and profound at this moment, and could never be erased.

on the stage.

The interlude begins.

Cheng Ming and Wu Bai exchanged a glance.

At this moment, no words are needed; music is the best bridge.

Both guitars are playing simultaneously.

The sound of the zither, Wu Bai's, was deep and weathered, like a jar of aged wine.

Cheng Ming's piano playing was lively and passionate, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath.

The two musical notes intertwined, entwined, and collided in the air, pushing the atmosphere to its climax.

As Cheng Ming got into the swing of things, he put one foot on the monitor speaker, his body swaying violently with the rhythm, his fingers dancing rapidly on the fretboard, unleashing a rapid solo.

Wu Bai looked at the young man beside him, his eyes almost overflowing with admiration.

He originally just wanted to mentor a junior colleague, but the surprise this junior colleague gave him far exceeded his expectations.

This is not just a simple internet celebrity.

This is a true beast of the stage!

The song ended.

The last echoes still reverberated in the stadium.

Cheng Ming was drenched in sweat, his chest heaving violently, but he felt incredibly refreshed.

The feeling of tens of thousands of people shouting along with your gestures and going crazy with your music is something that no amount of online data can compare to.

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Beside him, Wu Bai let out a long breath; his signature sunglasses were fogged up with sweat.

He took off his sunglasses, wiped them casually on his clothes, revealing a pair of small but piercing eyes that scrutinized Cheng Ming from head to toe, as if looking at some rare creature.

"Impressive, young man."

Wu Bai gave a thumbs up, and this praise, which didn't leave the microphone, was a genuine personal remark: "I've been standing on stage for over twenty years, and you're the first person who dared to take the baton from me in my own arena."

Cheng Ming grinned, slung his guitar over his back, and said modestly, "It's mainly because your atmosphere was so lively, teacher, that I couldn't resist."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Wu Bai put his sunglasses back on, picked up the microphone, and turned to face the still restless sea of ​​people below the stage.

"How was it? Did you enjoy that command just now?!"

"That was awesome!!!"

The responses from the audience remained uniform, even louder than at the beginning.

"As long as it's enjoyable!"

Wu Bai put one hand on his hip and the other on Cheng Ming's shoulder: "That song was a warm-up, everyone's voices are warmed up, right? So, next..."

He paused, then turned to look at Cheng Ming, his tone carrying a hint of testing: "Xiao Ming, everyone sang for you just now. Now it's time to really show your skills. What do you want to sing next? Or should I decide?"

The moment the question was asked, the entire room fell silent.

Tens of thousands of eyes were fixed on the figure in the white shirt in the center of the stage.

That was just a joke, part of the atmosphere-building segment.

Now, it's time to get serious.

After all, he started as an internet celebrity, and everyone had doubts about whether he could hold his own in a top-tier live performance like the one at 500.

VIP seats, first row.

Huang Yuxi gripped the glow stick tightly in her hand, her palms sweaty.

She was even more nervous than Cheng Ming on stage.

This is a concert for 500 people, which is very different from the past. If he messes up, the online haters will bombard Cheng Ming with criticism tomorrow.