Reborn as a comedic artist

The elephant's rehearsal room is filled with the unique smell of old sound-absorbing cotton mixed with pine resin.

"You're here?"

Cheng Ming sat on the black swivel chair in front of the drum set, and with a casual push of his legs, the chair spun halfway around.

He fiddled with two drumsticks in his hand, his fingers flying across the strings. Hearing the heavy, soundproof door being pushed open, he looked up and smiled.

Today he wore a white shirt without any logo.

The top two buttons were undone, and his sleeves were casually rolled up to his elbows. As he twirled the drumsticks, the smooth muscle lines on his forearms were faintly visible, exuding a sense of asceticism from a refined scoundrel.

They say that a day apart feels like three autumns.

"Gulp."

Lin Yiyi and Zhao Yufeng swallowed hard in unison as they entered the room, their voices sounding particularly abrupt in the quiet rehearsal room.

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but ever since I got drunk last time and saw Cheng Ming again today, I feel that he is even more charming.

Lin Yiyi originally wanted to go up and give Cheng Ming a big hug to express her gratitude.

But at this moment, her feet seemed to be rooted to the ground. She gripped the straps of her bass bag tightly with both hands, her almond-shaped eyes staring longingly at Cheng Ming, appearing somewhat hesitant and timid.

But Zhao Yufeng is no pushover.

This female knight-errant from the land of Yan and Zhao was already starving and thirsty, and didn't even have time to put down the heavy guitar bag on her back.

"Cheng Ming! Take this!"

With a delicate shout, her explosive figure drew a breathtaking arc in the air, carrying an aura that could suffocate someone, and delivered a powerful "Pig-Slaughtering in Arms" strike.

If someone were to hold you tightly, an ordinary person would either break two ribs or suffocate in the embrace.

Fortunately, Cheng Ming was quite experienced. With a sharp look in his eyes, he lightly touched the ground with his toes, and the swivel chair slid back half a meter as if it had eyes.

"call--!"

Zhao Yufeng missed her target, and as she swept past Cheng Ming with a fragrant breeze, she almost bumped into the drum set behind her.

.........

"Miss Zhao, are you serious...?"

Seeing Zhao Yufeng, who had regained his footing and was somewhat annoyed, preparing to regroup and charge again, Cheng Ming put away his smile and raised his hand to stop him with a serious expression.

"Alright, stop fooling around, we need to get down to business..."

Cheng Ming pointed to the various pieces of equipment that had already been set up in the corner, his tone carrying an undeniable professionalism: "Don't just stand there, everyone. Time is tight and the task is heavy. Fatty has already set up the microphone. Today, let's go over the instrumental parts of 'The Wind Rises' and then put them together."

"Ladies, I've been waiting for you here for quite some time!"

"For the sake of my artistic career, my throat is practically on fire! My tonsils are protesting from the audition just now..."

In the corner, Wang Shuo was bending over, adjusting the microphone height. When he saw the three sisters arrive, he immediately straightened up, cleared his throat, and put on a tragic expression of sacrificing himself for art.

"Alright, Fatty, you're the most talkative one, let's begin..."

Gu Xiao glanced at him indifferently and walked straight to the upright piano.

She set her laptop aside, skillfully opened the piano lid, and her slender fingers tested a few notes on the black and white keys.

"Ding-dong!"

The crisp sound of the piano instantly drowned out the noise in the room.

Gu Xiao turned her head to look at Cheng Ming, her eyes cool and focused: "I'm fine on my end."

Although they usually joke and banter, these top students from Sichuan Conservatory of Music instantly transform when it comes to their professional field.

Knowing the matter was of great importance, Cheng Ming's inexplicable seriousness infected everyone, even the most unreliable Zhao Yufeng put away his playful thoughts.

She wasn't naive; she quickly removed her equipment, neatly tied her long hair into a bun, and strode towards the drum set.

As she passed Cheng Ming, she glared at him fiercely and mouthed, "I'll deal with you later..."

Cheng Ming shrugged, neither confirming nor denying.

Five minutes later, everyone was in place.

"Three, two, one, go!"

As Cheng Ming made his conducting gesture, the rehearsal room was instantly filled with music.

Even without a long period of adjustment, everyone is a professionally trained artist with years of solid foundational skills. In addition, with yesterday's incredibly detailed track-by-track recording as a reference, the level of understanding between them is surprisingly high.

Gu Xiao's piano accompaniment was quite adept.

When fingertips dance across the piano keys, they neither overshadow the main subject nor detract from the overall effect, but perfectly set the tone for the song's refreshing melody.

Zhao Yufeng's drumming remained steady and powerful; each strike of the bass drum felt like a heavy hammer hitting right into people's hearts.

Having gained experience from yesterday's recording, the fat man was now even more adept at it, closing his eyes and shaking his head to get into the groove.

As for Lin Yiyi, although she seemed a bit dazed, she could immediately get into the zone as soon as she picked up the bass.

She lowered her head, her body swaying gently to the rhythm, her fingers firmly pressed on the fingerboard.

The deep, heavy bass lines flowed from her fingertips, like the broad earth, firmly supporting the foundation of the entire band, perfectly blending the dynamism of the piano with the restlessness of the drums.

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

And Cheng Ming...

This all-powerful cheat device is currently standing in front of the control panel, wearing monitoring headphones, and scanning the entire area with keen eyes.

When the rehearsal reached the interlude, the guitar solo was supposed to carry on the emotional progression, pushing the song from the sadness of reminiscence to the climax of relief.

He took off his headphones, strode over to the guitar rack, and casually picked up the electric guitar that Zhao Yufeng had brought, skillfully hanging it around his neck.

He casually flicked the five-position pickup switch on the guitar and slammed his toe down on the distortion pedal on the ground.

"Sizzle—!"

A grating, grainy sound, like tearing fabric, instantly ripped through the air and exploded in the cramped rehearsal room.

The next second, everyone's eyes widened.

The response that followed was passionate, high-pitched, yet with an indescribable sense of catharsis.

Wang Shuo's mouth dropped open, his jaw almost falling to the ground, and he even forgot to hold up the microphone in his hand.

"Holy crap..."

Only those two words remained in his mind.

I can tolerate that you can play drums, and I can tolerate that you sing better than me, but what the heck is this electric guitar you're playing?

That hand speed, that control over the crank handle... you probably couldn't develop that level of skill even if you were single for ten years...?

Gu Xiao's hands, which were resting on the piano keys, involuntarily stopped, and the originally smooth piano music came to an abrupt halt.

She turned her head, her cool eyes reflecting the figure who was freely displaying his talent in the center of the stage.

I feel like I've become a bit withdrawn.

She considered herself a genius, but being in front of someone as all-around prodigy as Cheng Ming was a huge blow to her pride... Just how much more does this guy know that she doesn't know about...?

Lin Yiyi covered her mouth with both hands to prevent herself from screaming.

Her eyes were full of stars, almost overflowing, and she was even more captivated...

It turns out that Ming's best instrument is the guitar... The sight of his fingertips dancing on the strings is simply captivating.

Zhao Yufeng, who was already a skilled guitarist, felt a burning heat all over his body, and even his breathing became heavy.

She's the most knowledgeable.

Because they understand, they can better appreciate how professional Cheng Ming's actions were.

The drumsticks in her hand had stopped at some point.

This man is so cool!

She vowed that no matter the cost, she would get Cheng Ming! Even if it meant kidnapping him, she would take him back to her hometown...!

"Zheng—!"

As the last long note slowly dissipated with the help of the sustain effect, Cheng Ming abruptly turned off the volume knob.

Everything returned to calm.

The rehearsal room was so quiet that only the heavy breathing of a few people and the background noise of the electrical circuits could be heard.

.......