Reborn as a comedic artist

Before the mission, I was timid and hesitant, but after the dust settled, I remained calm and composed!

Cheng Ming is an artist who likes to create drama. He acts in melodramatic and submissive roles just to get clicks. It's fun to do it once, but it's torture to do it too often.

When faced with three sisters seeking revenge, being submissive is clearly not the best solution.

Besides, the other party was three sisters who were still angry.

A man doesn't have to be handsome, but he must be charming, especially if he's both handsome and charming.

The three sisters were so focused on Cheng Ming's looks that they overlooked a fatal problem: his fighting ability.

Cheng Ming didn't look very muscular when he stood up straight, but his well-proportioned and slender height immediately became apparent.

His 1.86-meter frame stretched out completely in the cramped dormitory room.

Even someone as outstanding as Zhao Yufeng had to tilt his head slightly to meet Cheng Ming's gaze.

This is a natural sense of oppression, stemming from the difference in body size, but even more so from biological instinct.

It could be considered a natural performance, or perhaps no acting was even necessary!

Cheng Ming's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and there was no trace of the miserable state he had shown in the cafeteria just now. His face was full of flirtatiousness and aggression.

Not to mention Zhao Yufeng, who was at the very front, even Lin Yiyi and Gu Xiao were affected by his transformation.

"Holy crap... Is Godfather finally back to full health and about to unleash his ultimate move?"

Wang Shuo, huddled in the corner, suddenly shuddered, a strange sense of confidence rising within him.

The urge to crawl under the table had subsided somewhat, and he even quietly put down the monitor he was holding, ready to watch the show at any moment.

The shift from offense to defense happens in an instant.

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If the dramatic scenes in the second canteen are led by Gu Xiao and the key lies in deceiving everyone, then the action scenes are about how to defeat Zhao Yufeng and capture the leader of the thief.

Cheng Ming took a small half-step forward.

They directly disregarded the safe social distance between people and forcibly entered Zhao Yufeng's defense zone.

He lowered his head, his gaze lingering tenderly on Zhao Yufeng's pretty face, flushed with anger and tension:

"Heroine, ask yourself honestly, since we met, whether it's taking photos or doing silly things, how have I treated you...?"

Seeing Cheng Ming advance instead of retreating, completely defying common sense...!

Zhao Yufeng's well-prepared three-part combo was completely swallowed back down by this sudden, soul-searching question.

She opened her mouth, but her tongue seemed to be tied in a knot:

"What...what do you mean? Don't...don't try to sweet-talk me...!"

It's a matter of fact.

Cheng Ming may be a bit of a scoundrel, but he's undeniably impeccable in his professional field.

Whether it's taking photos or doing something silly.

Cheng Ming's main target for pranks was indeed only Lin Yiyi.

It is precisely because of the contrast with Lin Yiyi, a top-notch "supporting role," that her thorny black rose blooms even more beautifully in the circle of friends.

Before she could even sort out her thoughts, Cheng Ming made his move.

There was no warning whatsoever.

Cheng Ming extended his right hand, his long arm naturally wrapping around Zhao Yufeng's slightly thick but firm and powerful waist.

The warm touch from his palm sent a shiver through Zhao Yufeng, as if he had been struck by an electric current, and his tense body went limp.

Immediately afterwards, Cheng Ming's left hand reached straight into the front pocket of her jeans.

Because of years of exercise!

Zhao Yufeng's thigh muscles were smooth and firm, and his jeans were stretched without a single wrinkle.

This made it somewhat difficult for Cheng Ming to reach inside, and... it was ambiguous.

As my fingertips glide across the fabric, I can clearly feel the warmth of the fabric against my skin through the thin denim.

"you……!"

Zhao Yufeng's eyes widened in disbelief, and his breathing became increasingly rapid.

With each breath, the surging waves were like a raging flood, almost overturning Wang Shuo and his computer screen on the spot.

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this……?

Happiness seems to have come a little too suddenly...!

Zhao Yufeng was momentarily stunned.

A tactic of using a handsome man...?

And you know what? Zhao Yufeng really does have a thing for Cheng Ming...!

Robbery? No problem, Old Zhao's family is well-off, and Zhao Yufeng is also quite wealthy!

Even if she's just a kept woman, as long as she still has that face, she's not in a bad situation!

Countless thoughts were racing through Zhao Yufeng's mind, making his CPU almost smoke.

But Cheng Ming didn't give her any time to overthink, nor did he leave himself any room for maneuver.

During the mission, all he saw were the foolish NPCs.

With his long, strong fingers, he precisely gripped the edge of the pocket, and with a slight effort, a phone with a black case was smoothly pulled out.

"password."

Cheng Ming's voice rang out again, carrying an unquestionable sense of command, pleasant to the ear yet extremely domineering.

Zhao Yufeng's heart clenched.

The feeling of being completely controlled and suppressed actually gave her a strange...pleasure...?

Without thinking, I blurted out: "306603".

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Yufeng wanted to bite off his own tongue.

It’s over.

It's completely over.

How come the usually fiery and spirited female warrior surrendered so easily to this man?

Cheng Ming completely ignored her "I'm hopeless" expression.

Skillfully swipe the screen, open WeChat, turn on payment, and scan.

"drop--"

A crisp electronic sound rang out in the quiet dormitory room.

Immediately afterwards, a mechanical female voice announced:

"Received payment via WeChat, 1000 yuan."

The air fell silent for two seconds.

After doing all this, Cheng Ming handed the phone back to Zhao Yufeng and tidied her slightly messy hair.

"The cafeteria cheated you out of 500, so I'm returning 1000 to you—double the amount! I mean what I say, so our feud is over..."

Cheng Ming took a half step back, creating distance again. The suffocating sense of oppression dissipated, replaced by a carefree attitude of "money and goods settled."

Zhao Yufeng held the scalding hot phone in his hand, staring blankly at the string of zeros on the screen.

One thousand dollars?

This isn't about money!

The smooth, decisive actions just now, the touch that was both domineering and gentle, the aura of complete control...

This isn't repaying money; this is clearly a resurrection!

"you……"

Zhao Yufeng opened his mouth, but the blush on his face didn't fade; instead, it burned all the way to his ears.

She wanted to yell and lash out.

But looking at the balance on her phone, and then at Cheng Ming's righteous yet affectionate face, she just couldn't bring herself to hate him.

Before Zhao Yufeng could react, Cheng Ming reached out and grabbed Zhao Yufeng's shoulder. His hand was delicate yet strong, and then an irresistible force came through.

Cheng Ming moved it as if it were a decorative object blocking his way, pulling it behind him.

Zhao Yufeng leaned against the bed, still clutching her hot phone. She had never seen Cheng Ming like this before.

"This bastard... he looks tall and skinny, how come he's so strong..."

Zhao Yufeng muttered to himself, his original anger vanishing without a trace, replaced by an inexplicable panic.

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