Reborn as a comedic artist

Wang Shuo fell to the ground.

The bright yellow bodysuit rolled twice on the ground, looking like a giant mango pudding that had been kicked over.

"He...he's the real abstract artist...!"

Wang Shuo rolled on the ground clutching his legs, screaming in agony, which contrasted sharply with Cheng Ming's stubborn resistance, creating a strangely comical contrast.

"I'll make you say abstract art is...!"

The burly man ignored Wang Shuo's explanation and delivered several more blows with the bench. Of course, he held back his strength, hitting only the fleshy parts of the body. It made a loud noise, but it didn't actually hurt the bones.

But Wang Shuo's screams were so agonizing, as if he were experiencing the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty.

On the other side of the stage.

Whether it's Huang Yuxi filming, or Lin Yiyi, Zhao Yufeng, Gu Xiao, and others providing accompaniment, everyone felt heartbroken watching it.

Lin Yiyi, in particular, watched as the pitiful Cheng Ming was pushed around and beaten, and she could barely hold onto her bass.

"That's way too much!..."

Even the music academy staff who were just there to watch the drama unfold were inexplicably moved at this moment.

I get so angry watching those two act up.

It's truly a case of revenge being served. Watching them endure beatings and scoldings for a single shot, yet still persist in acting, their dedication is truly admirable.

"Photography skills, huh...!"

The extras are still contributing.

The wooden stick in his hand struck Cheng Ming's back and arms repeatedly.

Cheng Ming was beaten so badly that he was knocked off balance. His once meticulously combed hair was now a mess, making him look particularly pitiful against his tattered Zhongshan suit.

Once again, the wooden stick came crashing down on his head.

Cheng Ming, who was slightly angered by the blow, instinctively raised his hand and grabbed the wooden stick.

In that instant, the muscles in his arms suddenly tensed up.

The burly extra felt as if the stick in his hand was being clamped by iron clamps, unable to move at all.

He looked at Cheng Ming in astonishment, meeting his deep, cold eyes.

At that moment, Cheng Ming really wanted to fight back.

But the thought only flashed through my mind.

This scene is meant to convey that sense of absurdity, destitution, and being brutally beaten by life.

For the sake of the film's effect.

We have no choice but to tough it out!

........

The coldness in Cheng Ming's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a determined look.

He released his grip, letting the stick strike his shoulder, forcing a smile that was more like a grimace, and shouted at the camera, and at this messed-up life:

"Happy times always fly by, and it's time to say goodbye again...!"

This is the last line in the script.

This is also the final chapter of this farce.

"Let's listen to a song first! Music...!"

With Cheng Ming's desperate shout, Zhao Yufeng and the others, who were already prepared, suppressed their intense discomfort and played the final movement.

Amidst the chaotic background music, Cheng Ming spread his arms wide, like a martyr, to receive the fists and kicks falling from all around him.

"Damn it, still stubbornly holding on...!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Wang Shuo rolled around on the ground, still screaming in rhythm, and his screams even had a certain rhythmic quality.

In the lens.

The man in the tattered Zhongshan suit stood tall even as he was being beaten...

The fat man in the yellow bodysuit rolled around on the ground in a sorry state, but still held tightly to the guitar in his arms.

This scene, absurd and laughable, carries a poignant and soul-stirring quality.

"Card--!"

Huang Yuxi's voice finally rang out, trembling slightly.

With that command, all the noise instantly came to a halt.

The music stopped.

Li Qiang and the other burly men seemed to wake up from a dream, their movements abruptly halting.

Looking at the disheveled Cheng Ming and Wang Shuo in front of them, a hint of embarrassment and panic flashed across their faces.

"Ouch, damn it... this really hurts..."

Wang Shuo lay on the ground, panting heavily, his fat body still twitching uncontrollably.

He struggled to turn over, staring at the ceiling, feeling as if his soul had left his body.

Cheng Ming swayed, his whole body aching, and he plopped down on the edge of the stage.

He reached up and touched his forehead; it was sticky with tomato sauce, but now that it had dried, it was sticking to his skin and was incredibly uncomfortable.

........

"Bro, buddy, are you okay...?"

The extra threw away the prop stick in his hand, which landed with a crisp sound.

He bent down and rubbed his hands together somewhat awkwardly. The fierce energy that had threatened to blow someone's head off vanished instantly, replaced by the embarrassment of a big boy who had done something wrong.

He looked at the red soup still dripping down Cheng Ming's forehead, his Adam's apple bobbing: "Um...did I go a little too far just now? When I get excited, I don't know my own strength..."

Cheng Ming leaned against the edge of the stage and casually wiped his face.

He raised his head, his eyes still carrying the dejected look from the play, but a relieved smile appeared on his lips.

"It's not heavy, this is exactly the effect I wanted..."

Cheng Ming reached out and patted the muscular back of the extra's hand.

"Dude, your immersion is really strong, really. Just now, for a moment, I saw that murderous intent in your eyes. That's amazing. This is exactly the kind of realism we're going for in this movie. If you're all soft and weak, it'll just be child's play..."

"That's a good idea of ​​yours. When you told me about the 'neighbor Wang' incident, the image immediately popped into my head, and I got so angry that I couldn't control it..."

Hearing this, the extra finally felt relieved. He scratched his head and chuckled sheepishly.

Just then, a cacophony of hurried high heels and footsteps came from nearby.

...........

"Cheng Ming! Wang Shuo! Are you alright?"

Lin Yiyi was at the very front.

The girl had been terrified while playing bass in the back, and now that she saw Cheng Ming's face covered in "blood," she felt inexplicably disheveled and tearful, and was about to rush towards him.

She ran up to Cheng Ming and reached out to wipe the blood from his face.

But her hand stopped mid-air, as if afraid of hurting him, or as if she was frightened by the horrific scene. Her fingers were trembling slightly, and her helpless little appearance was inexplicably pitiful.

"Don't touch it, it's ketchup, it's sticky..."

Cheng Ming stepped back slightly, and seeing Lin Yiyi's eyes brimming with tears that seemed about to burst forth at any moment, a feeling of heartache welled up in his heart, and he couldn't help but tease her...

"Hey, Sister Panda! Today is the day you get your revenge, you should be happy...!"

"Hmph, what time is it and you're still joking..."

Lin Yiyi was interrupted by him, and she forced back her tears and smiled through them.

She tilted her head and glared at Cheng Ming, but her gentle eyes held no ferocity whatsoever.

Although she didn't know what to say, she couldn't help but gently touch Cheng Ming's shoulder and give it a careful squeeze.

"You're really not hurt? That sound of the stick was terrifying..."

"For art, what's a little injury...?"

With Lin Yiyi's help, Cheng Ming stood up and stretched his limbs.

Although my whole body aches, it's just a few bruises that will disappear in a couple of days...

After confirming that he was alright, Cheng Ming turned to look at the yellow object still lying on the ground.

Wang Shuo was sprawled on the ground in a "spread-eagle" position, staring blankly at the ceiling, humming and muttering to himself, looking just like a dried-out salted fish.

.........