Reborn as a comedic artist

Two days later at noon, everything was ready!

Shuyin Backstreet, "Night Scene" Bar.

Although the sun was shining brightly outside, the bar was dimly lit with heavy blackout curtains, and the air was filled with the lingering smell of alcohol from the previous night.

By this time, the bar was already packed with people.

Seven or eight muscular men wearing tight vests were sitting in the booth.

Those were people Zhao Yufeng had picked up from the gym. They were all with their arms crossed, straining their biceps, their faces screaming "I'm a member of society, keep out of my sight."

On the other side, a group of male and female music students gathered, looking towards the stage, rubbing their hands together, their eyes revealing the excitement of finally getting a chance to take revenge.

Backstage, three girls with distinct styles were looking at sheet music in their hands.

Zhao Yufeng was dressed in a black bodysuit that accentuated his breathtaking curves. His imposing face was filled with excitement as he spun the drumsticks in his hand.

Lin Yiyi, with her hair in pigtails and wearing a white dress, was holding a bass guitar and staring blankly at Cheng Ming, who was adjusting the equipment. She was muttering to herself, as if praying that it was all just a nightmare.

Gu Xiao attended the event in formal attire, sat in front of the keyboard, her brows furrowed, her aloof face conveying the thought, "I want to go home," but her fingers still diligently tested the keys.

Cheng Ming ignored the noisy surroundings, walked up to the microphone, and clapped twice.

"Hey, feed...!"

The sound is clear, and the echo is just right.

He picked up his guitar, gave Huang Yuxi an OK sign at the filming location, and then turned to look backstage.

"Brother Shuo, show yourself!"

The curtain was lifted.

The entire room fell silent for a second, followed by a burst of suppressed laughter.

Wang Shuo came out.

He was wearing a bright yellow bodysuit—yes, the same one worn by Jackie Chan.

But these clothes were a disaster on Wang Shuo.

Her already voluptuous, fatty muscles were accentuated by the tight-fitting clothes, making her look like a giant, yellow Michelin tire come to life.

Add to that the red guitar he was carrying, and the image can only be described with one word—flashy.

Sexy and alluring.

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

Wang Shuo awkwardly tugged at the fabric stuck in his crotch, his round face filled with shame:

"Old Cheng...is this outfit a bit too revealing? I feel like those guys from the physical education department are looking at me strangely, like they're staring at a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered..."

"Be confident, this is the visual impact we're looking for...!"

One is scholarly, the other martial; one is still, the other dynamic—the contrast in style is striking.

Cheng Ming walked over and patted the layers of "tires" hard, feeling that they were bouncy to the touch.

He picked up the megaphone and shouted to the entire room, "Attention all departments! We're pressed for time and have a heavy workload, so let's try to get it right in three takes...!"

"Hey, you villainous guys over there, make your expressions even fiercer! Yeah, like, 'What are you looking at? What's it to you?'"

"Instrumental group, keep the rhythm steady, be full of emotion, and create that contrast between the lyrics being silly and our singing being deeply emotional...! This is art, not a farce...!"

"Advisor, is the camera position okay...?"

Huang Yuxi gave a thumbs up: "We can start anytime. Stop talking nonsense, I can't wait to see you guys get beaten up..."

Cheng Ming took a deep breath, walked to the center of the stage, and stood side by side with Wang Shuo.

He changed into a slightly worn gray Zhongshan suit, his hair was combed until it was shiny and slicked back, and he looked like a down-on-his-luck village schoolteacher, with a refined and scholarly air.

"Action!"

At Huang Yuxi's command, the air in the bar instantly froze.

Suddenly, rousing music began to play.

That was a heavily modified version of the intro to "Shaolin Kung Fu is Good," with a touch of earthy rock vibes, a deep bass, and restless drumbeats.

Wang Shuo suddenly looked up.

With deep, soulful eyes, he gripped the microphone and, in a deep, husky voice that sent shivers down your spine, sang the first line into the camera:

"Shu music is so beautiful!"

The word "good" took a turn, its trembling sound making one's heart tremble.

Cheng Ming then raised his thumb, his face full of righteous indignation, and roared in a hoarse voice:

"That's really good!!"

Wang Shuo continued to gaze at her with deep affection, his eyes dreamy, as if he were looking at his first love:

"Shuyin Art is great~"

Cheng Ming chimed in again, his expression exaggerated:

"It's so awesome...!"

Wang Shuo: "I'm a photography master's student~"

Cheng Ming: "Invincible Photography Master's Degree~"

The two worked together seamlessly, their smiles enigmatic yet firm, as if they were singing a highbrow opera, not a corny one.

Zhao Yufeng, who was behind him, tried his best to suppress his laughter while playing the drums, and almost messed up the drumbeats.

Lin Yiyi kept her head down, not daring to look at the audience, for fear that she would laugh out loud and ruin the film.

Even the aloof Gu Xiao felt herself teetering on the brink of collapse.

However, as the song progressed, the real "big move" came.

"Wow—!"

Wang Shuo suddenly let out a strange cry, and his previously cool expression instantly collapsed.

He began to perform those bizarre, twitching dance movements on stage.

..........

This is the "abstract dance" that Cheng Ming taught him.

Wang Shuo's limbs seemed to have just been attached to him, swaying wildly and uncontrollably. His buttocks twisted to the left, his neck turned to the right, and his eyes maintained that alluring, seductive look that said, "A man doesn't have to be handsome, but he must be seductive."

The yellow bodysuit rippled with his movements, creating breathtaking waves of flesh, layer upon layer.

Immediately afterwards, Cheng Ming joined in, like a zombie that had been electrocuted.

The "villains" who were making cameo appearances in the audience were trying hard to maintain their fierce expressions, but they finally couldn't hold back when they saw this scene.

"puff--"

I don't know who started it, but it was like a domino effect.

Several people's mouths were twitching uncontrollably; they had injured themselves trying to suppress their laughter.

A burly man wearing a red vest even sprayed out the water he had just drunk, which landed right on the back of the head of the person in front of him.

"Hahaha, I can't take it anymore! This is way too damn abstract...!"

"This fat guy...is this fat guy trying to make me laugh to death...?"

"Holy crap, I can't take it anymore, my abs are about to cramp from laughing!"

The scene was in complete chaos, and the originally solemn atmosphere was completely destroyed.

"Card!"

Huang Yuxi had no choice but to call a halt.

She clutched her stomach, laughing so hard tears were almost streaming down her face, completely disregarding her image as a counselor, and pointed at the person in the red vest, yelling:

"Oh no... the villain's been exposed...! Hey you in the red vest, what are you laughing at? You're here to cause trouble, not to watch a circus. Be serious, this is a proper film crew!"

The guy working out looked aggrieved, wiped the water off his face, and pointed at Wang Shuo on the stage:

"Director, it's really not my fault. This fat guy... this fat guy is too flamboyant! I've never seen such a flamboyant yellow tire in my life. The way he wiggled his hips just now was an insult to my eyes!"

Cheng Ming sighed helplessly.

He stopped his bizarre dance moves, straightened the collar of his Zhongshan suit, stepped off the stage, and went straight to the extra in the red vest.

"Hey bro, what's your name?"

"Li... Li Qiang." The extra felt a little uneasy under his gaze.

"Brother Li Qiang, be more professional."

Cheng Ming put his hand on his shoulder and said earnestly, "You're laughing now because you're not in character. Come on, look at that fat guy."

Cheng Ming pointed to Wang Shuo, who was wiping sweat on the stage.

"Just imagine him as that slut who owes you money and won't pay it back, and then he goes to get a 'big brother' (a euphemism for a prostitute). Imagine me as that neighbor who stole your girlfriend and then took her to a hotel in your car...!"

Li Qiang was stunned for a moment.

"Anger, I want to see anger, the kind of anger that wants to tear us apart. Think about it, your money, your car, your girlfriend, they're all in that fat guy and my hands...!"

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