Reborn as a comedic artist

After receiving the reward, the air in the corridor seemed a bit fresher than in the office.

Cheng Ming took out his phone and quickly typed on the screen, sending a message in the WeChat group:

[Meet at the Elephant Studio off-campus at noon. I will give you instructions.]

After sending the message, Cheng Ming put his phone back in his pocket.

He didn't rush to leave, but stood at the corner of the stairwell, seemingly waiting for something.

One minute later!

A series of hurried and emotional footsteps came from the depths of the corridor, accompanied by a familiar warmth mixed with the scent of shower gel.

"Cheng Ming! You stop right there...!"

Huang Yuxi practically launched herself out as a cannonball.

Beneath the black business suit, her long, shapely legs moved swiftly, reaching Cheng Ming in just a few steps. The gust of wind she created even ruffled the stray hairs on Cheng Ming's forehead.

Her white shirt billowed with her heavy breathing, clearly indicating that she hadn't yet caught her breath from holding it in in the office.

"Weren't you quite the talker in front of Old Wang just now? Why are you running away faster than a rabbit now...?"

Huang Yuxi put her hands on her hips, dragged Cheng Ming to the corner of the wall, and looked aggressive.

But if you look closely, you'll find that there's no real anger in her eyes, but rather shock and an incredulous curiosity.

Cheng Ming leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets, looking at the woman in front of him who was running around for him, a hint of gratitude flashing in his eyes.

"Advisor, it's not that bad, it's just a strategic retreat..."

"Stop arguing with me!"

Huang Yuxi raised her hand and punched him on the arm. She didn't hold back and threw the punch with the boldness typical of Northeastern girls. Cheng Ming grinned in agreement.

"You're quite something, kid. You've been keeping a low profile, haven't you? How come I never discovered you had this skill all these years...?"

The whole thing they just talked about, with all that talk about 'deconstructionism' and 'social metaphor,' completely baffled Old Wang.

If I didn't know you so well, I almost would have believed your lies...!

As she spoke, her body involuntarily leaned forward.

That bare face, yet still radiant and beautiful, drew closer, her gaze fixed intently into Cheng Ming's eyes:

"To be honest, how did you come up with that Tyrannosaurus Rex?"

"Farewell My Chicken, are you really not afraid that Old Wang will tear that painting up and stuff it in your mouth...?"

Cheng Ming looked down at Huang Yuxi, who was standing right in front of him.

Her cheeks were flushed with a healthy glow from the strenuous exercise, and a few strands of hair clung to her slender neck, trembling slightly with her breath.

This unpretentious, natural beauty is even more captivating than Zhao Yufeng.

In Cheng Ming's eyes, although Zhao Yufeng was more attractive than Huang Yuxi, he was still immature and a bit too immature.

To put it simply, he's too brainless, and Cheng Ming finds it hard to categorize him as a person of his own age.

But Huang Yuxi is quite different. Her age is almost the same as before she transmigrated, and at twenty-six, she is at the peak of her womanhood.

The saying "Young people don't know how good older sisters are, and mistake a young girl for a treasure" perfectly describes the current situation.

"Advisor, you don't understand. They say even a novice can defeat a master with a flurry of punches. The newer the thing, the more effective it is against those stubborn old fogies..."

Cheng Ming smiled slightly, his tone becoming a little more serious: "Besides, this time it's all thanks to you. If you hadn't been taking the brunt of the firepower, I wouldn't have had the chance to finish this show."

...........

Upon hearing this, Huang Yuxi paused for a moment, and her previously aggressive demeanor softened considerably.

She pursed her lips, her eyes darting around: "Nonsense, I'm your advisor. If I don't stand up for you, who will? Am I supposed to just watch you get expelled?"

Although she said that, a sense of pride welled up inside her.

This kid still has some conscience.

"but……"

Huang Yuxi changed the subject, her face hardening again: "Let's keep things separate. Today, because of you, Wang Jianhua nagged me for a full hour. How do you plan to compensate me for this emotional distress?"

She was just saying it casually, trying to save face and also to give the kid a warning so he wouldn't be so scary in the future.

But Cheng Ming stood up straight, his expression becoming extremely serious.

Of course he knew where Huang Yuxi's weakness lay.

Everyone in the school knows that Huang, the counselor of the School of Media and Communication, is tone-deaf, but that doesn't stop her from being a die-hard fan of Wu Bai.

It's said that her car playlist is full of 500 songs, and she even belts out "Norwegian Wood" in the shower, though the tune could travel all the way to Siberia.

"Teacher, you know about Wu Bai's concert in Chengdu next month, right?"

"Nonsense! Of course I know, but I'm too slow. I tried three times and still couldn't get a ticket. Scalpers are driving prices sky-high...!"

At this point, she suddenly realized something and looked at Cheng Ming suspiciously.

Why are you bringing this up? Do you think you can get tickets?

"Not a ticket."

"What are you talking about if it's not a ticket?!"

Huang Yuxi's newly kindled hope was instantly extinguished. She rolled her eyes and turned to leave.

"It's in the first row of the VIP section, and...!"

Cheng Ming's voice rang out behind her, carrying an irresistible magic: "I have a way to give you the opportunity to share the stage with Wu Bai and sing a duet."

Huang Yuxi suddenly stopped in her tracks.

She turned around stiffly, staring wide-eyed at Cheng Ming as if he were a madman.

"Cheng Ming, were you so caught up in fooling Old Wang that you started making fun of me, huh...?"

Forget about VIP tickets; it's not entirely impossible for Huang Yuxi to grit her teeth, pull some strings, or spend a lot of money.

But on the same stage? Singing together?

Although Huang Yu-hsi's singing is terrible, she is also aware of her own limitations.

Who is Wu Bai? He's the king of the scene!

That's a legendary artist who can turn a concert into a karaoke session for ten thousand people. How could he possibly just pull a random passerby up to sing along?

"I'm not joking."

Cheng Ming's smile faded, his gaze becoming deep and resolute, giving off an inexplicable sense of conviction: "If this project succeeds, the attention our department receives will reach an alarming level."

"At that time, let alone a ticket, it's not impossible to invite the person in person to our school for an exchange."

He paused, took a step forward, closing the distance between them, and lowered his voice: "Advisor, do you trust me?"

The corridor was quiet for a few seconds.

Huang Yuxi looked at the young man in front of her who was a few years younger than her.

It was still that familiar face, still the student I remembered.

But at this moment, he exuded an unprecedented confidence and domineering aura.

That confidence wasn't blind arrogance, but a certainty that seemed to indicate that everything was under control.

This feeling is unfamiliar, yet... deadly.

Huang Yuxi felt that indescribable feeling, like a feather gently tickling the tip of her heart.

"I……"

She opened her mouth, intending to scold him for bragging, but instead uttered a weak mutter: "If you dare to lie to me, I'll shove those paintings of yours up your nostrils."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing, but I'll need your help with the execution of the plan...!"

Cheng Ming smiled, a bright and triumphant smile, because the team was about to gain another great general.

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