Reborn as a comedic artist

"What?!"

Lin Yiyi's tears stopped instantly, and she even hiccuped because she stopped so quickly.

She paused for two seconds, her brain finally processing the information provided by Gu Xiao.

Immediately, an even more intense anger surged into his heart.

It was the shame of being fooled, and even more so, the anger of having one's true feelings trampled on.

"He lied to me again? He cheated me out of two hundred yuan? That was my hotpot money...!"

Lin Yiyi's sorrow flowed like a river, but this time it was because of herself.

"And my five hundred...!"

Zhao Yufeng finally realized what was happening. She clutched her exaggerated pectoral muscles, feeling a sharp pain that made it hard to breathe, and almost fainted.

"That's the money I've been saving up for that limited-edition skin... And I actually thought his pecs felt pretty good? I even considered taking him as a sugar daddy?! I must have been blind! My money...!"

The three girls stood in the wind, completely bewildered.

The initial feelings of gratitude, guilt, and pity all transformed into a raging inferno, burning wildly in my chest.

This is hardly a tragic male lead.

This guy is a complete fraud! What a scumbag!

"Cheng Ming—!!!"

Three angry roars erupted almost simultaneously.

The sound was so piercing and penetrating that it lingered in the air above the campus of the Sichuan Conservatory of Music for a long time.

……

at the same time.

On the tree-lined path below the boys' dormitory building.

As Cheng Ming was humming a little tune and walking back, he suddenly felt a chill down his back, and an inexplicable coldness shot up his spine to the top of his head.

Immediately afterwards—

"Achoo—!"

A loud sneeze erupted, and Cheng Ming rubbed his itchy nose and took a deep breath.

"What's wrong, Godfather? Who scolded you? Did you catch a cold? Were you dressed too lightly for the scene?" Wang Shuo was startled and asked with concern.

Cheng Ming waved his hand, a meaningful smirk playing on his lips.

He glanced back in the direction of the second canteen, as if he could see those three pretty faces twisted with anger.

"It's nothing, I guess those three 'benefactors' are just missing me."

Cheng Ming shrugged, his tone relaxed, but his pace noticeably quickened.

"Looks like their reaction time is a bit shorter than I expected. Fatty, we need to get going."

"Run? Why?" Wang Shuo was completely confused.

"Because time waits for no one...!"

"We need to speed up the editing of our video. We have to make sure the whole internet knows about my 'tragic backstory' before they come back!" Cheng Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, and he pushed Wang Shuo's back to speed up.

Upon hearing this, Wang Shuo immediately realized the seriousness of the matter.

"Holy crap... what are we waiting for... hurry up...!"

The two exchanged a glance, then tacitly activated their rampage mode, dashing into the boys' dormitory building.

……

About an hour later!

With a crisp click of the Enter key, the progress bar finally reached 100%.

Wang Shuo slumped in his chair and rubbed his sore neck.

Looking at the video file on the screen titled "Tears of a Filial Son in the Second Cafeteria: About How I Had to Lie to the School Beauty to Raise Lunch Money for My Sister," his smile was even harder to suppress than AK's.

"Old Cheng, it's uploaded! Pretty sensational title, huh...?"

Cheng Ming was lying in bed scrolling through his phone, and didn't even look up when he heard this:

"It's alright. For the cover, choose the close-up of me crying. Remember to increase the filter a bit, to give it that broken, film-like feel."

"Understood! Absolutely!"

However, just as the video passed the review and displayed "Published successfully", the video was blocked.

"Bang--!"

The weathered wooden door of the boys' dormitory was kicked open from the outside.

The door slammed against the wall, shaking off a layer of dust.

Wang Shuo's massive body trembled with fear.

I almost collapsed from sitting on the chair. When I turned around, I saw three menacing figures standing at the door.

Zhao Yufeng, who was in the lead, leaned against the door frame with one hand.

His other hand was still rubbing his ankle—clearly, the kick had been too forceful, causing some recoil.

Gu Xiao's face was frosty, while Lin Yiyi hid at the very back, peeking out her head.

This time, it's a real enemy coming to our door, the kind where they can run away but can't hide.

At the narrow entrance to the boys' dormitory, three "killing gods" blocked the way completely, preventing even a fly from getting out.

Zhao Yufeng slowly retracted his foot, which had just kicked the door, and stepped on the cement floor with a dull thud.

Her long, powerful legs, honed by years of fitness training, were taut at this moment, their smooth lines exuding a dangerous beauty.

"Cheng...Ming...!"

These two words were spoken almost one word at a time, carrying a fierce intent that seemed to want to devour Cheng Ming alive.

No matter how impressed Zhao Yufeng was by Cheng Ming's good looks and photography skills, she had no intention of letting him off easily.

After all, it's an undeniable fact that she was crying her eyes out in the second cafeteria just now.

Zhao Yufeng is a prominent figure in Shuyin, doesn't she have any pride?

If a normal person were faced with this situation, they would definitely kneel down instantly and wet themselves in fear.

Take Wang Shuo, for example, who was huddled in his chair, clutching the expensive monitor tightly in his hands, as if afraid that these ladies would smash his livelihood in a fit of anger.

The fat man's Adam's apple bobbed wildly as he desperately tried to signal Cheng Ming with his eyes, his eyelids almost twitching: "Godfather, help! This high-level game is too much for me, I really can't handle it!"

Of course, jumping out of the window is also a good option, since you're only on the fourth floor, and there's still hope if you take a chance.

But if Cheng Ming, who has transmigrated and lived two lives, can't handle three college students with clear but foolish eyes, then he, an art student from the 00s and 00s, will have wasted his life.

He remained as steady as a mountain, seemingly oblivious to everything.

Explanation is just a cover-up, and a cover-up is a sign of a guilty conscience.

He even had the leisure to lock his phone screen with a soft "click" before slowly getting out of bed.

There was no trace of panic in those peach blossom eyes; instead, there was a calmness that seemed to come as expected.

Cheng Ming patted the wrinkles on the bed sheet, his tone as indifferent as if he were greeting a neighbor who had come to visit:

"You're here? Much later than I expected. Looks like you guys asked around quite a bit on the way from the second canteen to the men's dormitory to find me."

Stop grinning at me!

Zhao Yufeng had a fiery temper. He strode into the dormitory in three steps and stood in front of Cheng Ming. His imposing aura scared Wang Shuo so much that he almost crawled under the table, chair and all.

She pointed at Cheng Ming's nose, her chest heaving violently, clearly very angry:

"A gambling father? A sick mother? You dare to use such an absurd script to fool us? Do you think we're stupid?"

Zhao Yufeng was self-righteous, completely forgetting how she had been tricked and cried her eyes out in the cafeteria just now.

"Give the money back!"

Although Lin Yiyi was hiding behind, she peeked out now, her eyes red-rimmed, and she was clutching a wad of damp tissues in her hand.

"And my tears! You owe me back my tears! I cried so much my makeup was ruined, and that was my brand new foundation...!"

Gu Xiao was the only one who didn't speak.

She leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, and looked coldly at Cheng Ming.

She pushed her sunglasses up to her head, her eyes looking as if she were watching a clown's final curtain call.

She is waiting.

Wait until Cheng Ming reveals his true colors, wait until this guy who talks nonsense kneels down and begs for mercy.

...........