Reborn as a comedic artist

Chapter 113 The Cowardly Wild Goose Pagoda

Three days later!

It was a little past four in the afternoon.

It was a cloudy day with a light breeze.

The sky over the ancient city was hazy, which unexpectedly added a sense of vicissitude and weight to this ancient capital with a history of thousands of years.

North Square of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda.

Because the weather forecast predicted rain, and it wasn't the weekend, the usually bustling square seemed rather empty at this moment.

Only the water in the fountain pool continued its tireless rise and fall.

"Have you made arrangements for those three foodies?"

Cheng Ming adjusted the microphone on his collar and glanced at Li Feng, who was setting up the equipment.

"It's all arranged."

Zhang Xiaoqi leaned against the railing, twirling her car keys in her hand, a playful smile playing on her lips: "I've already spoken to the tour guides, telling them to eat, drink, and have fun as they please. They should have just arrived at Huashan now, and won't be back for a day or two."

After a few days of getting to know her, Cheng Ming gained a completely new understanding of Director Zhang's niece.

I originally thought she was a delicate second-generation official, or a simpleton like Zhao Yufeng who was all muscle and straightforward.

As it turned out, it was a huge mistake.

This girl not only possesses Zhao Yufeng's decisive and valiant spirit, but also harbors a "cunning" and shrewdness that Zhao Yufeng absolutely lacks.

This was also to take care of the experience of Wang Shuo and his two "out-of-town" tourists.

After recording the soundtrack yesterday, Cheng Ming specially found a tour guide for the three of them so they could experience the "Huashan Sword Competition".

"Alright, let's begin."

Cheng Ming took a deep breath and stretched his stiff neck.

"Li Feng, get the camera set up, try to do it in one take."

OK.

Li Feng made a gesture, his eyes instantly becoming focused, and the camera steadily pointed at Cheng Ming.

Zhang Xiaoqi fiddled with the interview microphone in her hand, raised an eyebrow at Cheng Ming, and said, "Ready? I rarely do cameo as a reporter, so I'm not responsible if I mess it up."

"Don't worry, just ask your questions, I'll take care of the rest."

Cheng Ming grinned, a smile that revealed an indescribable frivolity.

After saying that, his entire demeanor suddenly changed.

His once upright posture instantly collapsed, his shoulders shrugged, and he tucked his hands into his sleeves, forcing a "cold, stubborn, and vulgar" air onto his handsome face.

His eyes were unfocused, and the corners of his mouth were downturned, giving him a languid look as if he had just woken up and hadn't quite come to his senses yet.

If you ignore his face and just look at his physique, he looks exactly like a lazy man squatting in the sun at the foot of the city wall.

Zhang Xiaoqi's eyelids twitched.

No wonder he's the most entertaining person on the entire internet.

This acting...

No transition is needed; you're instantly immersed in the role.

"Action!"

Li Feng gave a low shout.

The camera zooms in.

In the video, Zhang Xiaoqi, holding a microphone and sporting a professional smile, approaches Cheng Ming and asks, "Excuse me, sir, are you a local from the ancient city?"

Cheng Ming glanced at her sideways, his eyelids drooping, and replied in fluent Shaanxi dialect, "Yeah, that's right."

His tone and expression practically screamed "local indigenous people" on his forehead.

Zhang Xiaoqi suppressed the twitching at the corner of her mouth and continued asking questions according to the script: "So, how much do you know about the Big Wild Goose Pagoda?"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Ming reacted as if he had heard a joke.

He turned around, pointed a finger at the towering, thousand-year-old pagoda behind him, and said with disdain and contempt, "The Big Wild Goose Pagoda?"

"What's so interesting about this crappy Big Wild Goose Pagoda!"

As Cheng Ming spoke, he pursed his lips, his face full of disappointment, as if he were pointing not at a famous historical site, but at a pile of broken bricks in his own backyard: "This is where Tang Sanzang translated scriptures! Look at all these tourists from out of town crowding here, what's so interesting about the Big Wild Goose Pagoda!"

He spoke with great enthusiasm and exaggerated body language, displaying the characteristic "disdain" that locals have for their hometown's tourist attractions.

He portrayed the spirit perfectly.

"Hey, look how crowded it is, it's like a machine..."

Just then.

Zhang Xiaoqi looked at the camera and promptly reminded him, "Hey handsome, wait a minute, you're going to be on TV!"

"spread?"

Cheng Ming was stunned, and his previously nonchalant expression instantly froze on his face.

His eyes widened, he pointed at the camera in Li Feng's hand, then at himself, looking terrified as if to say, "Why didn't you say so earlier?": "On—on TV?"

"Yes, that's right!" Zhang Xiaoqi added, suppressing a laugh.

Cheng Ming's facial muscles twitched violently.

Then.

Right in front of the camera, right under the gaze of Zhang Xiaoqi and Li Feng.

He put on a textbook-perfect "Sichuan Opera face-changing" performance.

"Um... wait a moment, let me tidy up a bit..."

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Cheng Ming coughed twice, in front of the camera.

She quickly ran her hands through her hair, combing back the slightly messy strands to reveal a smooth, full forehead.

Followed by.

His previously slumped shoulders instantly opened up, his back straightened, and he stood tall in the square like a javelin.

His hands, tucked into his sleeves, hung naturally at his sides as he straightened his collar.

When I looked up again.

Those eyes, which had been listless and lifeless, were now filled with wisdom and profound light.

A polite, confident, and inclusive smile played on his lips.

That instant.

Zhang Xiaoqi, standing opposite him, even had a slight illusion.

It was as if the person standing in front of her was no longer the roguish Cheng Ming, but a diplomat about to give a speech, or a young mayor on an inspection tour.

That aura... is too strong!

So strong that Zhang Xiaoqi subconsciously straightened her back and even softened her breathing.

Cheng Ming looked at the camera, nodded slightly, and spoke.

It's no longer that rustic, unsophisticated dialect.

Instead, a clear, resonant voice, comparable to a CCTV anchor, announced: "This Big Wild Goose Pagoda is also known as the Ci'en Temple Pagoda."

The sound is rich and full-bodied, with built-in reverberation and extremely strong penetrating power.

"It was built in 652 AD by Emperor Gaozong of Tang, Li Zhi, to commemorate the great achievements of the monk Xuanzang and to preserve the scriptures and Buddhist statues that he brought back to Chang'an from India via the Silk Road."

As he spoke, he slowly turned to the side, his palm gracefully pointing to the Big Wild Goose Pagoda behind him.

His movements were fluid and graceful, displaying the demeanor of a master.

"Our ancient city has more than just the Big Wild Goose Pagoda."

Cheng Ming's gaze swept across the camera, as if looking at millions of viewers through the screen: "And the gentle beauty of Huaqing Pool, the solemnity of the Terracotta Army, the imposing grandeur of the Ming City Wall, the morning bells and evening drums of the Bell and Drum Towers..."

"At this moment."

The previously noisy surroundings seemed to quiet down.

Several passing tourists involuntarily stopped and stared blankly at the young man who was "giving a speech".

That confidence, that cultural confidence that emanates from the very core of their being, is so infectious.

"Our ancient city is the capital of thirteen dynasties, with a long history and splendid culture."

Cheng Ming bowed slightly, making a perfectly standard gesture of invitation, his face beaming with a warm and sincere smile: "Welcome all domestic and international tourists to visit our ancient city and experience its profound history and splendor spanning thousands of years..."

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