Reborn as a comedic artist

[Hidden Quest: Wang Jianhua's Approval Has Been Triggered (Rewards will be given based on the host's performance!)]

"Damn, you came just in time...!"

Faced with the sudden mission, Cheng Ming, who was preparing to take action, couldn't help but complain.

It is said that you should cater to people's tastes and preferences.

Using a get-rich-quick scheme might work against those clueless, naive college students like the Three Idiots.

But when facing a true artist like Lao Wang, you can't even dream of having any skills at your disposal.

"It's time for those 'soulful' artists to shine."

Without hesitation, Cheng Ming went straight to an art supply store next to the school.

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About ten minutes later!

Cheng Ming, a man of decisive action, came out carrying a bag of cheap watercolor paints and a few sheets of raw Xuan paper. He found an empty stone table and spread out the paper and brushes.

To be honest, his professional-level painting skills, combined with his imaginative mind honed through two lifetimes, were more than enough to completely control Old Wang.

Cheng Ming seemed to be deep in thought, then activated his "professional-level drawing" skill and began his creation!

The first one.

Cheng Ming picked up his pen, dipped it in ink, and then freely scribbled on the paper.

Not long after, a bloated Tyrannosaurus Rex with short forelimbs was seen waving a handkerchief with teary eyes, bidding a heartfelt farewell to an old hen.

Its lines are bold and its expression is exaggerated, especially the Tyrannosaurus Rex's reluctant little eyes, which are so heartbreaking that they bring tears to the eyes of anyone who hears or sees them.

After finishing the painting, Cheng Ming inscribed four large characters on the side, his brushstrokes flowing like dragons and snakes—the title being "The King Bids Farewell to the Chicken".

"I'm a fucking genius...perfect."

Cheng Ming blew on the still-wet ink. The artistic conception and composition have both a sense of historical weight and a tragic cross-species feel. It is simply the pinnacle of contemporary art.

The second one.

Cheng Ming waved his hand, and three tigers sat around a large rock, each holding a deck of cards.

The tiger in the middle has a piece of paper stuck to its forehead.

The player on the left is throwing a pair of "2"s on the table, while the player on the right is looking at the bad cards in his hand with a gloomy expression.

Meanwhile, a man holding the truth atop the mountain watched with keen interest and detached indifference.

The inscription, "Sitting on the Mountain Watching the Tigers Fight," represents a new level of abstraction.

The third one.

Two majestic dragons were now lying on the ground like two mischievous children, their backsides sticking out, their heads huddled together, wrestling with a crystal-clear glass marble on the ground.

The inscription reads: "Two Dragons Playing with a Pearl".

Cheng Ming looked at the three "masterpieces" and nodded in satisfaction. He rolled up the paintings as if he had a get-out-of-jail-free card, and strode towards the administration building.

.......

Photography Department Teaching and Research Office.

Wang Jianhua, known as "Old Wang," was sitting behind his desk with a dark expression, the lid of his teacup clicking loudly in his hand.

On the computer screen, that bizarre video titled "A Prodigal Son's Return is More Precious Than Gold" was playing.

"Nonsense! Absolutely nonsense!"

Old Wang slammed his hand on the table, splashing tea everywhere: "Students of the prestigious Sichuan Conservatory of Music, instead of striving for improvement, go and make videos of this kind of attention-seeking stuff!"

He even made himself look like a beggar. If word got out, where would I put my old face?

Where does that leave the photography department?! I think Cheng Ming doesn't want his diploma anymore...!

A local official is more powerful than a distant one!

It's no wonder that mentors are a constant while advisors come and go.

Putting aside disciplinary action, if a student gets into any trouble, the first person to be unfairly targeted is definitely the student counselor.

Huang Yuxi, standing beside her, smiled cautiously, but inwardly she was becoming increasingly anxious and agitated.

Cheng Ming said he'd be there in a while, but it's been almost an hour and he still hasn't shown up.

If this isn't enough, and Old Wang gets really angry and things get out of control, he won't be able to graduate. I wonder if she'll break Cheng Ming's legs...

That's what she thought, but she had to finish training her students even if it hurt. Huang Yuxi couldn't help but comfort Cheng Ming, saying, "Professor Wang, calm down. Although the video style is... a bit unique, the data is really good. Young people these days love this kind of thing...!"

"Buy that? I think they're just being ridiculous!"

Old Wang puffed out his beard and glared: "What is art? Art is refined, it's sacred! Not this kind of vulgar joke...!"

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Just as Huang Yuxi was trying her best to cover for Cheng Ming and was about to break down, there was a knock at the door.

"Enter!"

Old Wang roared in annoyance.

The door was pushed open.

Cheng Ming walked in with a solemn expression.

He took off his baseball cap, revealing his incredibly handsome face, and bowed deeply to Old Wang.

"Teacher Wang, this is Cheng Ming, your student. I've come to report on my thoughts and work..."

Huang Yuxi breathed a sigh of relief as she watched Cheng Ming finally arrive, and quickly stepped aside as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

If Cheng Ming doesn't come soon, she should really call the police.

Old Wang snorted coldly and turned his face to the side:

"Report? Are you trying to infuriate me? Look at the mess you've made! Now the whole internet is laughing at us..."

"Teacher, don't be angry. Getting angry is bad for your health. It would be a real loss if you got hurt..."

Cheng Ming straightened up, his face devoid of any playful smile, instead exuding a tragic air of martyrdom.

His acting skills have definitely improved; he's become increasingly mature.

"People laugh at me for being too crazy, but I laugh at them for not seeing through things. Look at Tang Bohu, he pretended to be stupid and unconventional in order to survive, and yet he has been remembered for thousands of years...."

"My video may seem absurd, but it is actually an in-depth analysis and performance art exploration of interpersonal relationships in contemporary society..."

"Performance art? You call swindling for food and drink performance art...?" Old Wang was amused by Cheng Ming's words.

"You can't say that, teacher..."

Cheng Ming stepped forward and took out the three scrolls of paintings from his pocket, his movements as solemn as if he were presenting a treasure: "In order to help you understand my artistic philosophy, I specially created three works. Please give your critique, teacher..."

Old Wang looked at him suspiciously. Although this kid was usually unreliable, he was quite bright in his major courses. Could there really be some deeper meaning behind this?

"Open it and take a look..."

Old Wang picked up his teacup, his tone softening slightly.

Cheng Ming unfolded the first painting – "Farewell My Concubine".

Old Wang nearly spat out his tea, staring wide-eyed at the Tyrannosaurus Rex waving a handkerchief: "What...what the hell is this thing...?"

"Teacher, this is an example of deconstructionism."

Cheng Ming remained unfazed, pointing at the painting and speaking eloquently: "The Tyrannosaurus Rex represents irresistible fate and power, while the hen represents weakness and ordinariness."

Their farewell across time and space symbolizes the face of the immense torrent of history.

The helplessness and tenderness of individual fate—isn't this a modern reflection of the core spirit of "Farewell My Concubine"...?

Old Wang was stunned.

Huang Yuxi, who was trying hard to suppress her laughter, was also stunned.

This explanation... seems to make some sense?

But looking at that comical Tyrannosaurus Rex, he felt something was off, but to be fair, Cheng Ming's drawing skills were quite something...

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