Reborn as a comedic artist

After Cheng Ming's guidance, Li Qiang imagined the scene.

They owe money and won't pay it back, yet they offer massages and other services...?

He slept with my girlfriend and even drove my car to a hotel...?

A green hat was suddenly thrown at him.

Li Qiang, who had inexplicably brought up the image of his incompetent husband, felt a surge of resentment rising in his chest.

He looked at Wang Shuo, who was dressed in a yellow bodysuit and exuded a flamboyant aura, and then at Cheng Ming's envious and jealous face. His eyes gradually turned fierce, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Okay... I've got it. I really want to beat you guys up right now, beat you to death..."

"That's right...!"

Cheng Ming made a gesture, turned around and walked back to the stage, shouting loudly:

"All departments, get ready! Everyone, give it your all! If we film the barbecue tonight, there will be plenty of drinks...!"

Filming continues.

This time, having gone through the first rehearsal, everyone clearly got into the zone quickly.

Or perhaps Cheng Ming's brainwashing speech about "owing money and stealing a girlfriend" had an effect.

But more than anything, the combination of Cheng Ming and Wang Shuo is just too enviable.

The burly men below the stage all had fierce glints in their eyes, as if they really wanted to devour the two "monsters" on the stage alive.

Although Gu Xiao felt ashamed, she still demonstrated a high level of professionalism.

She took a deep breath, channeling all her embarrassment into the strength of her fingertips. The keyboard clicked smoothly, but the occasional hint of helplessness that flashed across her cool face only added to her ascetic beauty.

Lin Yiyi was completely absorbed in it.

Panda Sister was clearly going all out, playing the bass with incredible speed, her twin ponytails swaying to the rhythm, and her eyes revealing a resolute "If I don't go to hell, who will?" attitude.

Needless to say, Zhao Yufeng was also involved.

She played the drums with great enthusiasm, each strike seemingly trying to break the drumhead. She let loose, her long hair flying, her eyes fixed on Cheng Ming's back with fervent passion, fully demonstrating her affection for him.

Just as the filming reached its climax.

The music tempo quickened, the drumbeats intensified, like the rumble of thunder before a storm.

The "villain" who had been arranged in advance—Li Qiang in the red vest—rushed onto the stage with a fierce look on his face, carrying a pre-prepared glass bottle of syrup.

There was no hint of a smile in his eyes now, only anger.

That was a fierce rebellion against sluts who refused to pay their debts, the neighbor's wife, and even those who were cuckolded...!

"Sing my ass! It sounds like a ghost wailing and howling; it's an insult to my ears!!"

Li Qiang roared, his voice deafening, and the veins on his neck bulged.

Cheng Ming was still writhing passionately, seemingly oblivious to the danger behind him.

Until that green bottle came whistling through the air.

At this moment, time seemed to slow down.

Huang Yuxi held her breath, her fingers gripping the edge of the monitor tightly.

Even though I know it's a prop, made of sugar candy, isn't this force a bit too much?

"Bang--!"

A crisp sound.

The candy-glazed glass bottle exploded on Cheng Ming's head, scattering green fragments that refracted an eerie light under the lamp.

Although it was a prop, the visual effect was absolutely perfect.

Cheng Ming's body stiffened abruptly.

The music stopped abruptly.

The entire place was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.

A bright red "bloodstain" was seen flowing down Cheng Ming's forehead from beneath his fluffy hair—a pre-hidden blood pack containing tomato sauce.

Bright red liquid flowed down his brow bone, across his high nose bridge, and dripped onto his gray Zhongshan suit.

His eyes were glazed over, his body swayed, and he seemed completely stunned by the attack.....

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

The air was filled with the sweet and sour smell of tomato sauce, mixed with the smell of cheap alcohol and sweat, irritating everyone's nasal passages.

The loud crack of the bottle shattering was like a signal to start a war.

Li Qiang's chest heaved violently, and the half-bottom of the bottle in his hand still had sharp sugar residue.

Looking at Cheng Ming's face covered in "blood," what was originally just an act to vent his anger now felt strangely real because of the other's lifelike reaction.

This sense of realism got him a little hooked.

Not only him, but several muscular men playing villains around him were also infected.

They were originally just students who came to join in the fun, but now they seemed to have truly transformed into victims who were owed debts and had their girlfriends stolen.

"Who wrote the lyrics? Huh? It's a mess!"

Li Qiang took a step forward, and his large hands, calloused from barbell swings, grabbed Cheng Ming's collar.

Cheng Ming staggered slightly, his eyes glazed over, but a stubborn smile, typical of an artist, still lingered on his lips.

That look only added fuel to the fire.

"Speak! What kind of nonsense are you singing? I don't understand a word of it!!" A burly man who was also making a cameo appearance joined in and shoved him.

At this moment, Wang Shuo, who had been writhing like a maggot on the side, suddenly had a surge of survival instinct.

Although this fat man was all muscle, he was quick-witted.

Seeing that the guys from the physical education department were looking at him strangely, as if they really wanted to get revenge for being disgusted by the "yellow tires" earlier, he immediately started to back away.

.........

"I told you this method wouldn't work... He wrote the lyrics...!"

Wang Shuo's round face was full of timidity, and his finger trembled as he pointed at Cheng Ming, who was surrounded in the middle.

This tactic of shifting blame eastward was used with considerable skill.

Cheng Ming was grabbed by the collar. He stumbled and broke free from Li Qiang's hand, wiped the tomato sauce off his face, and straightened his back.

Even though his gray Zhongshan suit was filthy and disheveled, and even though red liquid was still dripping from his forehead, he still maintained a certain dedication to art, his voice hoarse yet firm:

"Actually, creation is a subjective thing...! I will humbly accept your opinions and suggestions and make corrections! But—"

He abruptly changed the subject, his gaze sweeping across the room before finally settling on the camera, as if declaring to the entire world:

"Singing is just the prelude; the real climax is—photography versus abstract art...!"

"What the hell?"

Li Qiang frowned, clearly not understanding this nonsense.

"Photography skills, huh...!"

A burly man holding a wooden stick nearby couldn't hold back any longer. He didn't care about subjective or objective factors, and swung the prop wooden stick in his hand, hitting Cheng Ming on the shoulder.

"Bang!"

Even though it was just a prop stick, it still hurt when it hit me.

Cheng Ming groaned, his body dramatically leaning backward, but he stubbornly stood up, his finger trembling as he pointed at Wang Shuo and corrected him:

"I'm not the photographer! He's the photographer...!"

When Wang Shuo saw the fire spreading to him, he was so frightened that he retreated repeatedly, his yellow bodysuit undulating with the trembling of his fat.

He retreated while waving his hands, and the look of terror on his face was so genuine that he didn't need to act it out.

From the crowd, an extra who had been holding back for a long time stepped forward.

This guy was carrying a folding chair, and the rage in his eyes as he looked at Wang Shuo in his yellow bodysuit was enough to burn a person alive.

Wang Shuo's lewd hip thrust just now was directed at him, causing him severe physical discomfort.

"Let me show you abstract art...!"

The burly man roared, and the chair in his hand came whistling down.

This attack had a hint of settling a personal score, but the immersive acting somehow fit the chaotic and frenzied atmosphere perfectly.

"Ouch--!"

The moment the chair slammed into Wang Shuo's thigh, a piercing scream echoed throughout the bar.

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