Reborn as a comedic artist

Chapter 108 The Aftermath Has Not Yet Subsided

Cheng Ming wiped the sweat from his face, sighed, and turned his gaze to the audience, having fulfilled his mission.

Right in the center of the first row.

The usually energetic and energetic counselor was now staring at him with red eyes, hands covering his mouth.

Their eyes met across a distance of several meters in the noisy air.

Cheng Ming's eyes flickered slightly, and he suddenly said into the microphone, "Actually, choosing this song was a bit of a coincidence."

The room gradually quieted down, and everyone perked up their ears.

Wu Bai looked at him curiously: "Oh?"

Cheng Ming plucked a string and his tone softened: "If it weren't for her, I might have had the chance to perform on the same stage as Teacher Wu Bai. Tonight's piece, 'Norwegian Wood,' is dedicated to everyone here, and especially to her, Teacher Wu Bai's lifelong rival."

"boom!"

The fire of gossip spread like wildfire in an instant.

The entire audience instantly transformed into onlookers, with shouts and commotion rising and falling.

"Holy crap! The nemesis of Teacher Wubai?!"

"Who is it?! Who on earth is it?!"

The director on the big screen was also very considerate, and the camera started scanning the front row of the inner field frantically, trying to capture that "special person".

Huang Yuxi felt a buzzing in her head, and her face instantly turned as red as a ripe tomato.

She lowered her head so low she wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

A bittersweet feeling, mixed with the shock of the song, completely captivated Huang Yuxi.

She secretly raised her eyes and peeked through her fingers at the radiant man on the stage.

It’s over.

This time it's really over.

I'm afraid I'll never escape this kid's grasp in this lifetime.

On stage, Cheng Ming looked at the figure who wished he could bury himself in the ground, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

"Alright, alright, stop gossiping."

Cheng Ming, knowing when to stop, tactfully changed the subject, saying to Wu Bai, "Teacher, I've sung, I've shown off... I mean, I've demonstrated my talent, so shouldn't I hand the stage back to you now?"

Wu Bai laughed heartily. This kid has such high emotional intelligence; he managed to flirt with the girl while also saving face for the family.

"Alright! Since you've put it that way, I can't let you come for nothing."

Wu Bai waved his hand and said, "That shout just now made me a little itchy to sing too. Shall we sing this one together?"

Cheng Ming's eyes lit up: "It would be my honor."

"Can you play 'Ronin's Love Song'?"

"I can recite it backwards."

"Let's go!"

That night, the stadium in Chengdu was destined to be sleepless.

And the name "Cheng Ming" is destined to resonate throughout the entire Chinese music scene after tonight.

It's not just because of his antics.

And even more so because of that voice that can transport people back to their peak era.

After the concert.

Back to the background.

As soon as they left the venue, the deafening noise was shut out from outside the door.

Cheng Ming felt as if all his strength had been drained, and he collapsed onto the sofa in the lounge.

He took the water handed to him by the staff and gulped down a large mouthful.

"I'm so tired...!"

He had experienced this once before at an offline performance in Shanghai, and this concert left an even deeper impression on him.

Five hundred men followed in, drying their hair with a towel. Looking at Cheng Ming, who was sprawled there looking completely disheveled, they shook their heads with a smile: "How was it? First time facing such a big venue, were your legs shaking?"

"I wasn't really shaking, but I didn't expect the scene to be so grand, and my legs felt a little weak."

Cheng Ming didn't shy away from pointing to his calf.

"When I was stomping on the speaker to look cool just now, I almost lost my balance and fell. If I had actually fallen, tomorrow's headline would have been 'Famous Internet Celebrity Kneels on Stage for First Time, Suspected of Bowing to the Godfather of Rock and Roll to Become His Apprentice.'"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The staff in the lounge were amused.

This kid's mentality is frighteningly stable.

The next morning!

Before the sunlight even had a chance to pierce the clouds, the online world was already in an uproar.

If last night's Chengdu Gymnasium was an erupting volcano, then today's internet is covered in lava—nowhere to escape, completely submerged.

Seven out of the top ten trending topics on Weibo are related to Cheng Ming.

#The Godfather of Rock and Roll VS. Internet Genius: A Roar That Transcends Eras#

#Searching across the internet for the true identity of the "prodigal son," how many cards is Cheng Ming hiding?#

#500 people recognize each other as brothers on the spot? This might be the most outrageous concert guest in history#

#The playboy from the ancient city becomes famous, and the director of the Culture and Tourism Bureau is laughing so hard he faints in the toilet#

On Xiaopozhan, the live performance video of "Norwegian Wood" garnered over ten million views overnight.

The barrage of comments was so thick you couldn't even see faces; the screen was filled with phrases like "I'm kneeling," "I'm kneeling from the first word," and "Everyone stand up."

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The WeChat Moments section was particularly hard hit.

Whether they are students still in school or middle-aged men with goji berries in their thermos cups, the comments they shared were surprisingly consistent: "I thought he was at most a gold-level player, but he turned out to be a king."

A high-end office building in Shanghai.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is a bustling view of the Huangpu River, but even with the air conditioning set to 18 degrees Celsius inside the office, the heat is still unbearable.

Chen Yao was slumped in the large leather boss's chair, her two long legs crossed, the tips of her black high heels swaying slightly, outlining a dangerous rhythm.

She held up a tablet, on which was the scene of Cheng Ming stepping on the speaker and roaring to the sky last night.

"call....

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Chen Yao let out a long breath, her fingertips gently stroking the man's cheek on the screen, her eyes unfocused, as if she wanted to stare through the screen.

"evildoer."

She bit her lower lip, her voice trembling slightly with a hoarseness: "That bastard, he can drive you half to your death even when he's not around."

Chen Yao had just returned from Chengdu a day ago.

The intense pleasure of feeling completely filled hadn't even faded when this video, like a spark, fell directly into a pile of dry wood.

"Sister Yao, this is the collaboration that's been delayed these past two days..."

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Qian Duoduo pushed open the door carrying a stack of documents, but as soon as she looked up, she froze.

Behind the desk, Chen Yao's cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkling, and her usually intellectual and elegant glasses now exuded an indescribable charm.

The worst part was the way she looked at the tablet; it was as if she wanted to devour the person inside.

Qian Duoduo swallowed hard, feeling that she had come in at the wrong time.

"Just leave it there."

Without looking up, Chen Yao's gaze remained glued to the screen as she casually asked, "Duoduo, do you think if I book a flight back to Chengdu now, I can make it in time for lunch?"

Qian Duoduo's lips twitched, and she sighed helplessly. She walked over and put down the documents: "Sister Yao, please wake up. Don't even mention that the concert is over and you can only pick up trash at the stadium entrance. It's questionable whether you'll even be in Chengdu by the time you get there."

"Tsk."

Chen Yao slammed the tablet face down on the table in dissatisfaction, leaning forward, her alluring curves pressing against the edge of the table, creating a breathtaking arc: "Duo Duo, don't you want to see him in person? I saw it; last night you were going crazy on WeChat Moments, yelling something like 'My husband is killing me.'"

Qian Duoduo's face flushed red to the roots of her neck, and she almost dropped the pen in her hand.

"I...I was just trying to fit the atmosphere! I'm the fan leader! If I don't shout, who will?"

Qian Duoduo pushed up her glasses, trying to hide her panic, but she didn't dare to meet Chen Yao's eyes: "Besides... Ming Shen's talent, who wouldn't be confused? Last night, I couldn't stop crying when I listened to 'Norwegian Wood'."

Seeing her assistant's insincere expression, Chen Yao chuckled and reached out to lift Qian Duoduo's chin: "Alright, stop pretending. We're practically family. But seriously..."

Chen Yao's smile faded, her eyes darkening as she lightly tapped the table with her fingers. "This kid's growth rate is too fast. A day without him feels like three autumns. I guess he's probably..."

"What's going on now?" Qian Duoduo asked curiously.

"Now... I want to die on him even more..."

Qian Duoduo:

Can you please stop making inappropriate jokes all the time?! This is still an office, for crying out loud!