Reborn as a comedic artist

Shuyin, in the elephant's rehearsal room.

"Ding-dong—"

The notification sound of receiving a reply email rang out, crisp and somewhat abrupt.

With a chicken leg dangling from his mouth, Cheng Ming mumbled indistinctly, "It's here..."

He casually turned on his computer, opened his email, glanced at the content on the screen, and couldn't help but laugh.

"It seems that Xiao Rizi's knees are softer than I thought. Not only has the copyright been approved, but he's also willing to pay the fees out of his own pocket, just to have his name credited..."

"Holy crap? Really?"

Wang Shuo leaned closer, ignoring the grease on his hands, staring wide-eyed at the translated email filled with polite phrases and requests, and even some humble wording.

"Please accept this, Mr. Cheng," "It's my honor," "A gem of art"... What the hell...?

"It was our talent that taught him a profound lesson."

Cheng Ming tossed his phone back onto the table, his tone indifferent, as if all of this was expected.

Gu Xiao walked over, put away her notebook, stood up, a hint of a smile flashing in her cool eyes. She looked at the email and gently shook her head.

"This is the absolute crushing power. In the face of art, arrogance is the least valuable thing. When your strength is so great that he looks up to you, he has no choice but to kneel down and worship you."

"Butler Gu is right. Now that the copyright issue is resolved, we need to get the registration and filing done as soon as possible. Copyright protection must be done properly..."

Cheng Ming stretched and exhaled a long breath, as if expelling all the fatigue of the past few days.

The first step is considered a success.

But as he said, this is just the beginning.

Just a demo was enough to impress Takahashi, what would happen if he brought out the complete version...?

"Fatty, stop grinning like an idiot. After you finish eating, make sure you're well-rested. Butler, don't forget to grab the note and call people to tell Zhao Yufeng and Lin Yiyi to bring their gear and record this song together tomorrow..."

"Don't worry, I won't forget...!"

After saying that, Gu Xiao left with her laptop. Besides the copyright issue, she had another important task: she needed to tell her roommate about Zhao Zhiqiang's imperial gift of the sword as soon as possible.

……

The next day, in the morning.

Sunlight streamed through the slightly dappled gaps in the curtains of the girls' dormitory at the Sichuan Conservatory of Music.

"Ring ring—!!"

A sudden, alarming alarm clock rang, shattering the tranquility of the dormitory.

Suddenly, a dark-skinned, muscular arm stretched out from under the covers, fumbled around on the bedside table, and snapped shut the annoying noise.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Yufeng's groggy voice, tinged with morning grumpiness, came out from under the covers.

"Get up! Wake up, everyone!..."

In the past, this "heroine" from Yan and Zhao would have dawdled until the very last moment, only springing up like a zombie when the morning bell was about to ring.

But today is different. Ever since Gu Xiao returned yesterday afternoon with Cheng Ming's "imperial sword," she's been acting like she's been injected with adrenaline.

Now, just thinking about Cheng Ming feels like a cat is scratching at my heart.

If Cheng Ming hadn't been working so hard lately and was still injured, given her usual fierce style, she probably would have stormed into the studio under the guise of delivering medicine last night and forced herself on him, "sleeping with" him all night long.

"call--!"

Zhao Yufeng suddenly sat up, his messy long hair cascading over his shoulders like a lion with its mane standing on end.

The loose neckline of her pajamas slipped down significantly with her movements, revealing a shocking expanse, but she seemed completely unconcerned. Her once sleepy eyes now shone like light bulbs electrified by high voltage.

"If you swing the hoe well enough, no corner is too hard to dig down! You little punk, you can't escape my grasp...!"

She let out a low growl and then jumped off the bed.

The two heavy burdens traced an astonishing parabola in the air with the violent movement, then bounced back heavily, creating a visible surge of turbulent waves.

Zhao Yufeng, barefoot, rushed to the next bed in a few steps and yanked off the pink blanket.

"Yiyi! Wake up! Get up! Chengming is waiting for us to go to rehearsal..."

"Ugh...what...!"

Lin Yiyi curled up into a small ball, clutching a rabbit doll with half an ear missing.

Stimulated by the bright light, she instinctively raised her hand to shield her eyes, and looked dazedly at her best friend who was in a frenzied state.

"What Cheng Ming... Am I dreaming again...? Hehe...!"

"Stop dreaming! Get up, grab your bass, and head to the Elephant Rehearsal Room! Don't let this interfere with our business..."

Zhao Yufeng hurriedly put on the tight-fitting T-shirt while urging everyone to hurry.

Upon hearing the words "Jian Chengming," Lin Yiyi's previously unfocused pupils instantly sharpened, and a light burst forth in her eyes that was completely different from her soft and gentle appearance.

Also because of the imperial edict, Lin Yiyi, who learned that she had been freed from her suffering ahead of schedule, still feels like she's dreaming.

"Ah...! Right, I almost forgot about Ming-ge's important business...!"

The girl's face immediately flushed with anxiety and she frantically searched for her clothes on the bed, muttering, "Oh no, oh no, if I'm late and it delays Brother Ming's important business, I'll really be letting him down after all his hard work...!"

Compared to the chaos on this side, the beds on the other side were already neatly made.

Gu Xiao, dressed in a black casual outfit, leaned against the door, holding breakfast in her hand, watching this scene with a faint smile on her lips.

"You have half an hour to wash up and have breakfast. I'll wait for you downstairs..."

Her voice was cool and clear, yet it exuded an undeniable sense of control.

After saying that, she turned around, pushed open the door, and left the two of them with a dashing back view.

After half an hour.

Three disguised figures rushed out of the girls' dormitory building, instantly becoming a beautiful sight on campus in the morning.

Zhao Yufeng was carrying a huge guitar bag, which was almost half her height, but she carried it with ease.

She had two drumsticks tucked into her jeans pocket, and she walked with a powerful stride. Her strong, long legs moved quickly, and her high ponytail swayed behind her head, exuding a wild beauty and vibrant vitality.

Lin Yiyi, who was following behind her, looked much more disheveled.

She clutched the incredibly heavy bass, panting as she jogged along, fine beads of sweat forming on her forehead, her face flushed.

Although she was exhausted, there was a glimmer of anticipation in her eyes.

As for Gu Xiao, who was walking at the back, she was carrying only a light laptop bag. Her steps were elegant and composed, and she would occasionally raise her hand to look at her watch, looking relaxed.

Sometimes, being a logistics strategist seems to have this one advantage: you don't have to do hard labor.

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