Reborn as a comedic artist

As he stepped out of the administration building, the midday sun poured down without any obstruction, making Cheng Ming squint slightly.

He stood on the steps and took a deep breath of the hot, dry air.

Although the smell of the red medicine was still somewhat pungent, it now smelled strangely sweet.

nailed it.

The school is practically certain of success.

With their worries resolved, they have temporarily found a reliable backer.

All that's left is to proceed step by step and finish the last major performance.

It's time to show our skills.

Since Takahashi, a contestant who seems to be living a comfortable life, wants to see his artistic talent...

The teachers and students of Shuyin, and even some people online, want to see him make a fool of himself, so let's give them a little shock from this cheater.

Cheng Ming walked to a secluded spot under a tree.

"system."

He meditated in his heart.

A deep blue light screen instantly unfolded on the retina, and the solitary 1000 points of art value were radiating an alluring glow.

Without the slightest hesitation, Cheng Ming's mind was firmly locked onto the [Vocal] skill tree.

"All in."

Cheng Ming's eyes sharpened.

[1000 Art Points consumed; Vocal Skill is improving...]

[Vocal Music (Professional) → Vocal Music (Expert)]

It's that familiar feeling again.

A mysterious and intense heat instantly flowed in from the top of the head, down the spine, and finally gathered between the throat and chest cavity.

Cheng Ming subconsciously touched his Adam's apple.

At this moment, it felt as if countless gentle little hands were meticulously modifying and reorganizing his vocal cords, diaphragm, and even resonance cavities.

This feeling is wonderful.

In the past, singing relied more on talent and skills to "find" a place and "squeeze" resonance.

Now, whether it's deep bass, soaring shrill sounds, or even those inhuman vocal transitions and female voices, they can all flow out naturally.

"It seems more stable now..."

Cheng Ming took out his phone.

Then, he clicked on Gu Xiao's profile picture separately.

The profile picture was of a piano under a black and white filter, aloof and lonely, just like her.

See you at the elephant rehearsal room in half an hour.

After sending the message, Cheng Ming called Wang Shuo and asked him to open the door and wait for him at the Elephant rehearsal room. Then he put away his phone and strode towards the studio.

He wouldn't keep all the glory to himself; he was a man of principle who saw things through to the end.

But now he needs to take a shower and change clothes first.

……

Elephant Studio.

The midday sunlight was fragmented by the heavy soundproof curtains, with only a few stubborn rays of light hitting the dark wooden floor.

The atmosphere was a little off in the huge space without Sister Panda and Lady Zhao.

Gu Xiao, still dressed in a black formal suit, sat in front of the piano.

Although she was somewhat thin, her back was straight, and her fair and slender fingers rested gently on the black and white piano keys.

Wang Shuo paced back and forth in the room, his usual robust Shandong man somehow managing to project an agitated, trapped-beast-like demeanor.

The floor groaned slightly under his 185-pound weight.

"Squeak—"

The heavy, soundproof door was pushed open.

Cheng Ming walked in.

He changed into a clean white T-shirt, his hair still wet and combed back.

The pungent smell of mercurochrome on my body had faded considerably, replaced by a refreshing scent of shower gel.

"Old Cheng, you've finally arrived...! How did it go? What did Shu Yinqiang say? If it really doesn't work out, then we'll...!"

"What are we going to do...?"

Cheng Ming casually pulled over a chair, straddled it backwards, and looked at the two people in front of him with a half-smile.

Upon hearing this, Gu Xiao turned around, her usually cold and aloof eyes now filled with trepidation.

Although she didn't speak, her slightly pursed lips betrayed her true feelings.

Seeing the two of them looking like they were facing a formidable enemy, Cheng Ming stopped keeping them in suspense.

"Actually, what happens next is both difficult and easy in some ways...!"

He reached into his pocket, slowly pulled out the neatly folded document, and tossed it aside.

The paper traced a light arc in the air and landed precisely on the piano in front of Gu Xiao.

"Look, this is the result I reported to Shu Yinqiang today."

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

Gu Xiao paused for a moment, then reached out and picked up the paper.

The paper was a bit thin, but the bright red principal's seal in the lower right corner was so strikingly red it was almost blinding.

As her gaze swept across the rows of instruments, Gu Xiao's skillful hands, which were already adept at playing musical instruments, trembled slightly involuntarily.

Special approval was granted for the "University Student Innovation and Entrepreneurship Incubation Project".

Exempt from all unnecessary attendance checks and credit transfer.

This isn't a work report visit; it's clearly a business trip to the principal's office!

Only you know what's going on in your own life.

Don't let Li Baoguo's usual refined and easy-going demeanor fool you.

But when it comes to professional fields, they are notoriously strict.

Forget skipping class, even being a minute late will get you a severe scolding.

But now, with this piece of paper, they have essentially obtained a powerful authority.

"This...this was signed by the principal himself...? Cheng Ming, how...how did you do that...?"

Gu Xiao suddenly looked up, her voice trembling with disbelief.

She prided herself on having seen a lot of the world and knowing that connections could solve problems.

But Cheng Ming was just a student with no connections.

Although he gained some popularity with his abstract videos and managed to fool Lao Wang, Zhao Zhiqiang, a man who doesn't act without seeing results, won't easily give in.

"I told you, this is a resource exchange..."

Cheng Ming shrugged, looking completely nonchalant.

Wang Shuo also came over at this moment, peeking his big head into the music stand.

At first, he was also shocked, his eyes wide open like copper bells.

Then, when his gaze fell on another sheet—a note about graduate student recommendation quotas—he froze instantly.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

"Holy crap! Holy crap!!"

Unfortunately, I'm uncultured; all I can say is "Holy crap!"

A thunderous roar echoed through the studio. Wang Shuo turned around abruptly, his eyes instantly reddening.

For a child like him, coming from a small county in Shandong Province, a degree is not just a piece of paper; it represents the face of the whole family and is a golden signboard for bringing honor to the ancestors.

His parents had almost risked their lives to get him a bachelor's degree, but now, Cheng Ming had done something he never even dared to dream of with such ease.

"Thump!"

Without any hesitation, the burly man, weighing over 180 pounds, buckled at the knees and knelt down on one knee, grabbing Cheng Ming's thigh tightly with both hands.

"Godfather! No, Father! My biological father! You are my biological father, Old Cheng...!"

Wang Shuo's voice choked with emotion, and tears and snot were really about to fall.

"My Wang family's ancestral graves are emitting auspicious smoke...! From now on, if anyone dares to say a bad word about you, I'll be the first to go up and kill them...!"

Seeing how pathetic this guy looked, Gu Xiao's initial shock subsided somewhat, and she couldn't help but laugh out loud...

Cheng Ming disgustedly tried to pull his leg back, but couldn't.

"Alright, alright, that's enough. Don't smear your snot on my pants, they're brand new..."

Cheng Ming kicked Wang Shuo in the butt and laughed, cursing:

"Fatty, don't rush to claim 'dad.' Remember what the principal said: as long as your foreign language skills aren't completely nonexistent, this matter is settled for this year. You really need to seriously study foreign languages ​​when you have time..."

"Study! I must study! I'll go home tonight and study my foreign language diligently...!"

Wang Shuo got up from the ground, wiped his face, and his eyes were so determined that even Chen Qingquan would be sweating bullets if he came...

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