Reborn as a comedic artist

With the toughest fighter, Zhao Yufeng, dealt with, the rest is easy.

Cheng Ming took two steps forward, his gaze falling on Gu Xiao who was standing to the side.

Gu Xiao had already taken off her sunglasses, and her eyes, which were usually full of wisdom and rationality, were now filled with shock.

She hadn't even had a chance to analyze the situation, nor had she had a chance to trap Cheng Ming with a web of logic.

Cheng Ming made his move in the blink of an eye.

Gu Xiao's intelligence is truly outstanding among the three, but in terms of pure martial arts, he is the one who drags the team down.

Even compared to Panda Sister, she is far inferior. Although Panda Sister is weak, she still belongs to the category of bears.

But how could this seemingly weakling possibly withstand Cheng Mingyi's powerful skills?

Cheng Ming didn't bother to waste words on Gu Xiao.

He reached out and grabbed Gu Xiao's slender arm.

"you……"

Gu Xiao had just uttered a single word when he felt his body lighten, and Cheng Ming lifted him up like a chick.

With a short, startled cry from Gu Xiao,

Cheng Ming gently placed her on a chair next to him.

Although the movements were rough, they were not barbaric; in fact, they carried a sense of just the right amount of restraint.

"Sit still, don't block the way..."

After saying this, Cheng Ming didn't even glance at Gu Xiao again, and turned directly to face the final "BOSS"—Lin Yiyi.

His left and right arms were dealt with in an instant.

The once formidable "debt collection trio" was reduced to just Lin Yiyi, a lone commander, in the blink of an eye.

...................

Lin Yiyi stood there, still clutching the damp tissue in her hand, completely dumbfounded.

Looking at the tall figure in front of her, at that still handsome and imposing face that exuded righteousness, she felt inexplicably flustered.

It was as if Cheng Ming was the one demanding repayment.

"You...you stay away!"

Lin Yiyi instinctively clutched her bag, her voice trembling with tears:

"I...I'm going to call for help!"

Cheng Ming ignored him and did the same thing, extending his hand.

"cell phone."

His concise and to-the-point remarks conveyed a sense of swift and decisive action.

Lin Yiyi sniffed, seeing that Zhao Yufeng and Gu Xiao had been "subdued," they dared not resist anymore.

She shakily took out her phone, unlocked it, and handed it over.

"drop--"

Another crisp sound rang out.

The 700 yuan was scanned directly.

Cheng Ming returned the phone to Lin Yiyi, and seeing her looking like a wronged child, he dragged her into room 404 and closed the door.

......................

"Do you still think I was really just trying to scam a few hundred dollars...?"

Cheng Ming put his hands in his pockets, slowly walked to the window, turned his back to everyone, and looked out the window, leaving them with an unfathomable silhouette.

"Isn't it? The way you pulled out the QR code was just...!"

Lin Yiyi, who inexplicably made a profit of 350, but at the cost of becoming infamous across the internet, mustered her courage and timidly muttered to herself.

Although her voice was soft, most of the people present were music students, who were naturally sensitive to sound, and the dormitory room was not very big to begin with.

"shallow."

Cheng Ming turned around abruptly, his eyes now incredibly sharp:

"As an art student, is this all the breadth of your vision...?"

Money? That's just a prop! It's merely the necessary funding to make this 'immersive social psychology experiment' more realistic...!

"ha……?"

The three girls simultaneously voiced their doubts, their expressions shifting from anger to utter bewilderment, as if they had heard something utterly unbelievable.

Wang Shuo, who had been watching the show from the corner, looked at his godfather with admiration:

Holy crap, this all makes sense? This logical loop is amazing!

high!

That's brilliant!

First, leverage your strengths to control the situation, then target each person's weaknesses with money to undermine their fighting spirit and defeat them one by one, finally using a combination of kindness and coercion to confuse the public with logic.

Cheng Ming didn't give them any time to think; he immediately launched into his persuasive mode, speaking steadily and firmly with an undeniable authority:

"You're the smartest one sitting over there. Let me ask you, someone like me could easily crush you all, so why go through all this trouble...?"

Gu Xiao frowned instinctively, a hint of wavering appearing in her previously resolute gaze: "You, you did this on purpose...?"

"certainly."

Cheng Ming spread his hands, with an expression that said, "You finally understand."

"What happened in the cafeteria just now was just the final test for you. Art comes from life, and we who study photography are all about capturing the most authentic emotions."

"If I hadn't pushed you to that point, how could I have captured such realistic and compelling footage?"

The moment the word "test" was uttered, not only the three women, but even Wang Shuo had no idea what Cheng Ming was up to.

............

More than an hour later.

As one of the few hot pot restaurants that are open 24 hours a day.

Chengdu Impression

The red oil sizzles and bubbles, filling the air with its aroma.

The chili peppers and Sichuan peppercorns in the copper pot danced in the boiling butter, making an enticing "bubbling" sound.

The air conditioning in the private room was blasting, but it couldn't suppress the fiery heat emanating from the pot.

Eating hot pot at 10 o'clock is a bit odd!

But compared to Cheng Ming's outrageous actions, it's nothing.

After a few bottles of chilled "beer," the atmosphere visibly relaxed, further amplified by the irreconcilable animosity that Cheng Ming had already resolved, coupled with the allure of delicious food.

There's nothing a hot pot meal can't solve; if there is, then two meals will do.

Zhao Yufeng is a typical straightforward person. After a few plates of freshly sliced ​​brisket, his previous hatred had long since vanished with the chili oil.

She was quite the heroine, with one foot propped up on the chair in a bold and unrestrained posture.

Holding a slotted spoon in one hand to scoop water from the pot, and a beer glass in the other, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were somewhat glazed as she stared at Cheng Ming's face.

Zhao Yufeng let out a burp and rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand in an unladylike manner.

"Cheng Ming, to be fair, your photography skills are undeniably excellent."

"I just saw the sample photos you posted on your WeChat Moments before. The composition and lighting are really good. You're quite normal when you're not doing anything fancy."

If things can stay this way, I might consider taking you under my wing. From now on, you'll be my personal photographer...

He was called the photographer's personal photographer, but his real intentions were not what they seemed. After all, Cheng Ming still vividly remembered his flirting with her.

"Then forget it. I have elderly parents and young children to support. If I don't work hard and follow you around, I'll go hungry nine times out of three."

Cheng Ming smiled, raised his glass, and downed the wine in one gulp, the icy liquid sliding down his throat.

Whether in his past life or this one, Cheng Ming has always avoided smoking and drinking and prefers a light diet in order to maintain his physique.

These days, people who insist on acting profound are either remembering those who were taken advantage of, or they're doing it to repay favors and get a reward in the process.

..................

"Tch, ungrateful wretch."

Zhao Yufeng rolled his eyes, and seemingly to cover up his embarrassment, he stuffed another crunchy piece of dried gongcai into his mouth, chewing it with a loud crunching sound.

Lin Yiyi sat in the corner, holding a bottle of Weiyi soy milk in her hands, sipping it slowly.

When she occasionally glanced at Cheng Ming, her eyes held a hint of resentment and grievance, like a wronged young wife.

But looking at the mountain of shrimp paste in the bowl—that Cheng Ming had specially used serving chopsticks to put it on her plate, and had even carefully removed the peppercorns and ginger on top.

Lin Yiyi bit her straw, ultimately unable to bring herself to utter the word "liar" aloud.

She angrily bit off the shrimp paste in her mouth, as if it were Cheng Ming's flesh.

Only Gu Xiao.

She swirled her wine glass in her hand, her eyes still cold and aloof, like a block of ice that wouldn't melt even when boiled in a pot of red oil.

Gu Xiao put down the cup, and the glass made a soft "click" sound as it collided with the table.

The sound wasn't loud, but it instantly chilled the atmosphere at the table, even stopping Zhao Yufeng from chewing the preserved vegetables.

"Tell me, what's the point of all this trouble?"

Seeing that Cheng Ming was still keeping things mysterious, the doubts in his heart grew bigger and bigger.

It didn't seem like an apology; ever since he chased after Cheng Ming to the dormitory, he seemed like a completely different person.

Gone is the timid and submissive figure from her previous videos; instead, she exudes an inexplicable assertiveness, controlling the rhythm of the entire event.

...........