Reborn as a comedic artist

In the other corner of the hustle and bustle, there seemed to be an invisible barrier.

The meat skewer in Cheng Ming's hand had gone cold, but he didn't eat it, his gaze falling to his side.

Gu Xiao sat up straight.

Only her eyes, watery and hazy from the effects of alcohol, betrayed her current state.

Her slender, fair fingers slid across the tablet screen.

"As of three minutes ago, the video we filmed on Bilibili has surpassed two million views, with a like ratio of 1:5, and an astonishingly high ratio of coins and shares. The comments section has shifted from simply 'watching the drama unfold' to analyzing the essence of 'hilarious absurdity'."

Gu Xiao's voice was not loud, but it was clear and cool with a hint of softness that was barely perceptible.

She paused, then turned the tablet towards Cheng Ming, the screen's light reflecting on her delicate profile:

"In addition, regarding the licensing of 'The Wind Rises,' Takahashi just sent a letter of intent for 200,000 yen, but their condition is that they want to see your lyric writing and singing skills..."

This is Gu Xiao.

Even when he's a little tipsy, he still speaks clearly and logically when it comes to serious matters.

Cheng Ming bit off a piece of slightly hard mutton and swallowed it. He looked at this aloof and unapproachable woman who was now surprisingly cute amidst the smoky barbecue stall.

"Two hundred thousand isn't that much...!"

Cheng Ming seemed to be thinking. At the current exchange rate of about 1 to 11, the copyright adaptation of this song would cost less than 20,000.

"As for writing lyrics and singing, I have no problem. As long as we can get the copyright as soon as possible, I can record a bit when I have some free time and send it to him. I have to say, Butler Gu is indeed Butler Gu. His efficiency is really quite fast..."

Whether it's psychological expectations or work efficiency, Gu Xiao's professional skills are undeniably strong.

Cheng Ming raised his greasy glass and gently touched the half-empty beer in front of Gu Xiao.

The glass clashed, making a crisp sound.

Gu Xiao's hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly.

She lowered her head and took a sip, using the rim of the glass to conceal the blush spreading from her ears down her fair neck.

"It's just what I should do..."

She put down her cup, her voice so soft it was almost swallowed up by the noise from the next table.

.......

"Three sixes, four sixes, five sixes, six...! I'll open you...!"

A sharp shout, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, instantly shattered the enchanting atmosphere.

Zhao Yufeng had one foot on a plastic stool. She had changed into ordinary clothes, and her long legs, wrapped in jeans, were straight and powerful, extending all the way to her waist.

She slammed the dice cup on the table.

"Bang!"

The plate of grilled skewers on the table jumped.

"Fine, I'll go! Are you scared of me...?"

On the other side, Huang Yuxi was not to be outdone.

This usually authoritative advisor was now completely letting loose.

She wore a black tight-fitting tank top, denim shorts, and flip-flops, with her toes painted with dark red nail polish.

Two pale but not weak forearms, long hair casually tied back with a rubber band, a few strands of hair hanging down in front of her forehead, damp with sweat.

"One, two, three... five sixes! Add yours, six! You lost...!"

Huang Yuxi pointed at the dice on the table, her face breaking into a wide grin. Her characteristic straightforwardness and boldness as a Northeastern girl was on full display: "Stop counting! It'll still be six sixes! Hurry up and drink! Stop dawdling...!"

Zhao Yufeng stared at the red and green dice, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

Her strikingly handsome face was filled with disbelief, and her wheat-colored skin glowed with a wine-red hue under the light.

"There's something wrong with these dice...! Why do they always cause problems...?"

Zhao, the heroine, was unconvinced and felt wronged.

As a tough guy from Yan and Zhao, he considered himself a master at dice rolling and always acted arrogantly at the dinner table, but today he was completely crushed by Huang Yuxi.

"A bet's a bet, stop talking nonsense. Can't you handle this...?"

Huang Yuxi grabbed a freshly opened bottle of beer and slammed it down in front of Zhao Yufeng, the foam overflowing from the bottle opening.

Provocation tactic.

Although it's a cliché, it's a devastating blow to someone like Zhao Yufeng, a single-celled organism.

"Let's drink! It's no big deal...!"

Zhao Yufeng stretched out his neck, grabbed the bottle, tilted his head back, and poured the liquor into his mouth.

"Gulp, gulp...!"

The icy beer dripped down her lips, slid across her long neck, and disappeared deep into her collar.

The boys at the surrounding tables stared wide-eyed.

"Great...! This heroine has an incredible capacity for blood..."

Wang Shuo, seemingly eager to stir up trouble, cheered enthusiastically, waving two skewers of lamb around like a cheerleader.

Although this guy was already quite drunk, his face was flushed red and purple, and his eyes were unfocused.

However, with the "stirring up trouble" buff in place, they were still able to accurately seize every opportunity to stir up trouble.

"belch.....!"

Zhao Yufeng put down the empty bottle, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand with a flourish, and pointed at Huang Yuxi with a dazed look in his eyes: "Again...again! I refuse to believe I can't beat you...!"

Huang Yuxi raised an eyebrow and launched into a sarcastic remark: "You? If I don't get you drunk tonight, I'll change my name..."

The two picked up the dice cup again and shook it loudly.

The battle between the two fierce generals became increasingly intense.

.......

Meanwhile, on the edge of the battlefield, Lin Yiyi, who was observing, was completely immersed in her own world.

She was a little drunk at this moment, holding a skewer of grilled gluten in her hand, her mouth glistening with oil, her cheeks bulging like a hamster hoarding food...

The surrounding noise seemed to have nothing to do with her.

She blinked her big, dreamy eyes, glancing at Zhao Yufeng, who was in a bloodthirsty frenzy, then at Gu Xiao, who was calculating accounts, before finally fixing her gaze on Cheng Ming.

She grinned at Cheng Ming, then handed him another untouched skewer of grilled gluten.

"Ming-ge, eat, this isn't spicy..."

Cheng Ming took the gluten and looked at the table full of strange and unusual things.

The brothers are locked in a passionate bromance, the women are locked in a love-hate relationship, the innocent girl is frighteningly naive, and as for Butler Gu, let's not even talk about him...

The air was filled with the aromas of cigarettes, charcoal, and beer.

It's not elegant; in fact, it's rather vulgar.

But at this moment, Cheng Ming, whose body was still aching, leaned against the rickety plastic chair back and let out a long sigh of relief.

Since his transmigration, the tasks issued by the system have always been so abstract that they have left him feeling helpless.

From the "Panda Sister" in Sankeng to the "filial son's tears" in the cafeteria, from forming a group at the hot pot restaurant to fooling Lao Wang, and now to this absurd personal testimony, he has been repeatedly jumping between embarrassment and social death.

But at the moment.

Listening to my brothers brag, watching my confidante making a ruckus, and smelling the smoky aroma of barbecue.

This sense of realism is a scene that my past self, forced to live a monotonous life, hadn't experienced in a long time...

Here, there are dreams, friends, wine, and meat.

This abstract yet lovely life is becoming more and more full of everyday life.

.........