Reborn as a comedic artist

Cheng Ming walked a few steps to the yellow object in the center of the stage that was still twitching slightly.

He looked down at Wang Shuo.

The guy was curled up in a ball, and his bright yellow bodysuit stood out conspicuously in the dim light.

Without any hesitation, Cheng Ming raised his toe and kicked the trembling mountain of flesh.

"Alright, stop pretending to be dead. Those few hits were all on the thickest parts of the flesh, they didn't even break the skin. Get up and call it a day, there's plenty of barbecue tonight."

Cheng Ming's voice was slightly hoarse from just finishing a performance.

One second Wang Shuo was on the verge of death, seemingly about to pass away, and the next second he suddenly came back to life.

His tightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open, and with a roar, he braced himself with his hands on the ground, attempting a stylish somersault.

"rise.....!"

However, the ideal is full, and the reality is very skinny.

The yellow bodysuit was so slippery, and coupled with his considerable weight, gravity seemed to exert a relentless pressure on him at that moment.

Wang Shuo thrashed about on the ground like a turtle turning over, but apart from making the dust on the ground even cleaner, he didn't actually move.

The scene became awkward at one point.

The crowd around them, who were still immersed in the tragic atmosphere just now, were now watching this scene, and their mouths were twitching wildly.

Finally, Cheng Ming couldn't stand it anymore. He sighed, wondering how he had come to know this clown, and helplessly stretched out a hand.

Wang Shuo grabbed Cheng Ming's wrist and used the force to quickly lift his massive body off the ground.

"Ouch... my back...!"

As soon as he stood up, Wang Shuo started rubbing his buttocks, grimacing and sucking in cold air as he did so.

"Old Cheng, I think this is a work injury, definitely a work injury, especially that guy who brought the chair, he was too ruthless..."

He pointed in the direction the burly man with the folding chair had left, his face filled with grief and indignation.

"They specifically targeted the fleshy parts, and I feel like my butt is now bigger than my face. How am I supposed to sit and edit videos now? I'm sacrificing myself for art...!"

"Isn't that perfect? ​​It makes them look even perkier...!"

A cool, clear voice interrupted.

Gu Xiao walked over at some point.

She held a pack of wet wipes in her hand, and her neat short hair was a little messy, which made her look even more dashing.

Although she has a sharp tongue, her actions speak louder than words.

She first walked up to Cheng Ming, stood on tiptoe, took out a wet wipe, and gently wiped the ketchup residue off his cheek.

The cool, wet wipe touched his skin, and Cheng Ming instinctively shrank his neck, but Gu Xiao glared at him, so he had no choice but to stand still obediently.

After cleaning up Cheng Ming, Gu Xiao took out a wet wipe and handed it to Wang Shuo.

Her gaze swept over Wang Shuo's dirty, dust-covered yellow bodysuit, a hint of disdain mixed with barely perceptible concern.

"Wipe it off, it's covered in dust, it looks like a potato that was just dug out of the ground, or a mutated one at that..."

Wang Shuo took the wet wipe, not angry at all, and chuckled: "It's still the beautiful Gu who cares about me, knowing that even a 'potato' like me has dignity."

"I'm worried you'll dirty the floor, and then we'll have to work overtime to clean it up."

Gu Xiao stuffed the dirty wet wipes in her hand into a trash bag, turned around to clean up the keyboard, leaving behind a dashing silhouette.

But in the instant she turned around, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, clearly amused by Wang Shuo's disheveled and comical appearance.

........

While Wang Shuo was still bantering shamelessly with Gu Xiao, the air suddenly froze, and a fragrant breeze swept over.

Zhao Yufeng strode over.

She deftly tucked the two drumsticks into her pocket, creating a gust of wind with her movements.

Without saying a word, the girl stretched out her strong arm and wrapped it around Cheng Ming's neck.

"Wow...that's really dedicated! Sacrificing so much for this film, that beating I watched just now hurt!"

The same action, still with that same bold and unrestrained spirit that could strangle someone.

But along with it came a strange and complex sense of oppression.

Soft and fluffy, yet heavy.

The mixture of the heat and sweat emanating from her body after her intense exercise, along with her unique, faint body fragrance, was somewhat intoxicating.

If it were in private, it would be fine to joke around.

But in this situation, dozens of eyes are staring intently at us, especially those guys from the gym, whose envy, jealousy, and hatred are almost tangible.

This girl is a bit silly; she genuinely doesn't care.

Cheng Ming didn't want to become the target of public hatred. He already had enough enemies, and if he were hated by the many men he knew, he would inevitably be targeted again in future collaborations.

He slipped, twisted his waist, and with a serpentine movement, nimbly shifted his position, dodging the fatal blow from this "ominous sign."

"Why?"

Zhao Yufeng missed her target. She looked at the tomato sauce and bloodstains on Cheng Ming's face that were still not completely wiped off, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

But the more she desired it but could not obtain it, the more it fueled her damned competitive spirit.

The fleeting pity in her eyes was instantly replaced by a burning possessiveness.

"Hide? Let's see where you can hide...!"

Undeterred, Zhao Yufeng used his waist and abdomen to forcefully twist his center of gravity in mid-air and executed a backhand grab.

This grappling move was swift, accurate, and ruthless, instantly pulling Cheng Ming into a tight embrace.

"Well……"

Cheng Ming felt a tightness in his chest, and his whole body sank into a hot and soft mass.

He shrugged, trying to break free from this suffocating "gentle embrace," but unfortunately, he wasn't in good shape and the girl was incredibly strong.

Left with no other choice, he could only retaliate by raising his hand, pinching Zhao Yufeng's handsome face, and giving it a hard tug, his main goal being to hurt each other.

Upon closer inspection, I must say that although these women have slightly dark skin and look rugged and wild, their skin feels surprisingly good to the touch. Their skin is firm, bouncy, and full of collagen.

"I wasn't hiding at all. I was just maintaining the demeanor and composure expected of a leader. After all, once this video is released, I'm going to become an internet sensation...!"

As Cheng Ming mumbled incoherently, he subtly pulled her arm down, trying to buy himself some space to save his neck.

"Go ahead and pretend, but I like it..."

Zhao Yufeng, whose face was being pulled, was not annoyed. Instead, he narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling a little smug.

The hand around Cheng Ming's neck didn't loosen; instead, it tightened even more, as if she wanted to hang her whole body on him. Her long legs even wrapped around Cheng Ming's waist, silently declaring a certain dominance in this extremely primitive and domineering way.

"Ouch...it hurts, it hurts, it hurts! Let go...don't you see everyone's watching...!" Cheng Ming gasped, feeling like his cervical spine was about to be dislocated by this strong woman.

"Eyes are on a person's body; they can look if they want, it won't hurt them...!"

Zhao Yufeng paid no attention to the envious or jealous looks he received from those around him, and continued to do as he pleased, even tightening his grip on his arm in a defiant manner.

But this caused Cheng Ming great torment, a bittersweet experience...

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