Reborn as a comedic artist

End of the month, Sunday morning.

The sky over Chengdu was so gloomy it looked like it could drip water.

Shuyin Playground.

Dark clouds loomed over the city, and the wind whipped up sand and gravel, making a rustling sound, as if it were a final rehearsal for an impending storm.

But for the final scene of "Shuyin Art", it was a gift from God.

A natural filter, a subdued color tone—simply amazing.

"Stagehands! Clear the area! Don't let any unauthorized personnel into the shot..."

Huang Yuxi clutched the walkie-talkie in her hand, her voice sounding somewhat shrill due to nervousness and excitement, revealing the fierce spirit of a Northeastern girl.

Her black vest clung to her body in the wind, outlining her full curves, but no one dared to look at it for long.

Everyone was on edge.

This is the final battle.

All that buildup has been laid out so far; if this final push doesn't hold up, all of Cheng Ming's hard work over this period will be greatly diminished.

"All departments, prepare!"

At Huang Yuxi's command, the red lights on several pre-set camera positions lit up.

She lowered her voice and shouted into the walkie-talkie, and the camera slowly zoomed in.

In the center of the image, Cheng Ming stands alone.

He was still wearing the same old Zhongshan suit.

The wind blew the hem of her clothes, making them flutter.

Opposite him was a "wall of flesh".

Six muscular, bearded men lined up in a row, creating a powerful visual impact.

Li Qiang, the leader, was wearing his signature red vest and still carrying a bottle of liquor. His upright face was full of the words "Don't mess with me".

Behind him are the familiar "Wooden Stick Guy" and "Bench Guy".

He was holding a weapon in his hand, his eyes fierce.

But there was a hint of acting in that ruthlessness.

He who eats another's food is bound to him; he who takes another's money is bound to him.

Their nickname, "The Three Musketeers of Shuyin," is now quite well-known online.

Furthermore, having been captivated by Cheng Ming's talent and personal charm, these rough-around-the-edges gym guys now look at Cheng Ming with not only deep admiration but also a touch of fanboy enthusiasm.

"cough……"

Li Qiang cleared his throat, crossed his arms, raised his chin high, and even arrogantly shook his leg, pointing his nostrils at Cheng Ming, perfectly portraying arrogance and domineering behavior.

......

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat oppressive.

Even the sparrows passing by the playground were startled into silence and fluttered their wings, flying away into the distance.

The onlookers around them unconsciously held their breath, afraid of disturbing the tense scene.

And it was at this tense and oppressive moment that Cheng Ming made his move.

He didn't adopt any defensive stance; he simply let his hands hang casually at his sides, his eyes as calm as a stagnant pool, as if the people standing in front of him weren't six strong men, but six human punching bags.

"I didn't call you here to fight...!"

Cheng Ming's voice wasn't loud, nor did it roar, but it clearly penetrated the ears of everyone present, carrying a strange penetrating power.

Behind Li Qiang, an extra carrying a wooden stick couldn't help but twitch his lips.

He turned his head and whispered to Li Qiang:

"Brother Qiang, did this guy get his head smashed last time? He's a bit out of his mind, I'm almost in awe of his stupidity..."

Li Qiang glared fiercely at his underling, trying his best to maintain a menacing expression, while inwardly he was helplessly complaining.

"This line is so damn awkward. It's only because it's Ming Ge that it's so awkward. If anyone else said that, they would have been beaten up long ago..."

He turned his head, looked Cheng Ming up and down with disdain, and sneered, his expression as utterly infuriating.

"Not going to fight? Then what are you doing here? Just to get beaten up...?"

Cheng Ming seemed not to hear the sarcastic remark.

He took a step forward.

"Click."

The fallen leaves underfoot were crushed, the sound particularly jarring in the silent playground.

"I can tolerate this for the sake of making a living, but insulting art is unacceptable. You must apologize!"

The moment those five words, "I must apologize," rang out, the air seemed to grow even colder.

Cheng Ming's eyes changed.

If it was a stagnant pool just now, it is now a volcano about to erupt.

Li Qiang was stunned for a moment.

That look... it's a little scary.

But according to the script, this is when he should explode.

He took a deep breath, mustered all his muscles, and roared out that classic line:

"That's bullshit art! You deserve to be hit! It's pathetic that I'm hitting you...!"

With a wave of his hand, he displayed boundless pride.

"Brothers, get him! Let's teach this kid what art is!"

Before the roar had even faded, "Bench Guy" and "Wooden Stick Guy" behind him couldn't hold back any longer and charged forward with howls.

Although it was acting, the explosive power of these bodybuilders was truly impressive. The wind they created was so strong that it seemed like they were really going to tear Cheng Ming apart.

.........

"not good!"

Huang Yuxi, behind the monitor, was on tenterhooks.

These rough men don't know their own strength. If they don't stop, Cheng Ming's handsome face will be ruined for a while!

However, the next second.

The scene seemed to be in slow motion.

"Wooden Stick Guy," who was at the forefront, swung his stick down with a whooshing sound, heading straight for Cheng Ming's shoulder.

Cheng Ming did not dodge.

Just as the stick was about to hit him, he suddenly lifted his leg.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

That wooden stick, though a prop, was quite sturdy and was kicked straight through...!

Wood chips flew everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, the leg continued its momentum like a steel whip, stopping directly in "Wooden Stick Guy's" chest.

Marksmanship is a technique, and martial arts are an art!

To create this extreme contrast, Cheng Ming had already used his accumulated artistic skills to add points, creating something out of nothing and forcibly elevating the "martial arts" skill to an amateur level.

Coupled with their inherent qualities, they can be said to be able to use their limbs with ease and control....

"Holy crap...?"

Li Qiang's pupils suddenly contracted, and his chin almost hit his foot.

He truly hadn't expected that the lean and wiry Cheng Ming possessed martial arts skills; this guy was a trained fighter!

Then came the second, and the third.

Cheng Ming moved through the crowd, but he only touched people briefly.

Less than half a minute.

The weapons in their hands were destroyed, and they looked at each other in dismay.

Is this still the same abstract, artsy young man?

This is practically Wong Fei-hung channeling his spirit!

In the end, only Li Qiang remained.

He watched Cheng Ming approach step by step, swallowed hard, and his legs instinctively went weak.

In the instant he hesitated, Cheng Ming's fist had already arrived.

Li Qiang closed his eyes in despair.

However, the expected excruciating pain did not come.

The fist, the size of a sandbag, stopped just one centimeter from his nose.

As stable as Mount Tai.

There wasn't even the slightest tremor.

Li Qiang suddenly opened his eyes, looking at the fist that was inches away, and then at Cheng Ming's expressionless face.

He swallowed hard, his legs went weak, and this time he really wasn't acting. He reflexively raised his hands, his voice trembling slightly:

"Stop! Stop! Stop! You said you weren't here to fight...!"

That shout carried three parts genuine fear and seven parts acting skills.

.........