Reborn as a comedic artist

The image freezes on Cheng Ming's face as he holds up his phone.

Even a blurry, paused photo can't hide the superiority of that face.

Gu Xiao stared at the face on the screen, her eyes slightly narrowed, as if scrutinizing a criminal:

"Judging from his background and clothing, he should be a student from a nearby university, and look at the camera strap around his neck."

"What's wrong with the camera strap? It's just a black strap, isn't it?" Zhao Yufeng leaned closer to take a look.

Gu Xiao looked disgusted:

"That was a limited edition from Sony last year, and it was only sold at a few specific university photography exhibitions!"

Coupled with this unbridled style of behavior, it's highly likely they're from one of the surrounding schools; that kind of vibe... there's no escaping it.

After saying that, he continued, "There are only so many people in the photography department, and those who are outstanding are extremely rare!"

He wasn't this impulsive or mature in his freshman year.

The chances of graduating in my senior year are slim, but I can't let this opportunity slip away.

Only sophomores and juniors have the time to do this; screening it won't take much time...!

It has to be said that when it comes to intelligence, Gu Xiao is definitely much better than the two clueless guys around him.

Unfortunately, despite her brilliant deductions, Gu Xiao never dreamed that Cheng Ming would be in the same school as her.

"Not bad, as expected of you, Xiaoxiao. But to be fair, this guy is really good-looking..."

Zhao Yufeng leaned closer for a look, his eyes fixed intently on Cheng Ming on the screen:

No wonder someone like Yiyi, who's obsessed with looks, was so easily fooled.

He looks this handsome even with a hat on. If he came to our department, he'd probably dwarf all those so-called "campus heartthrobs." Just look at the features on his face...

Being handsome is not a justification for doing evil.

Gu Xiao coldly commented, then looked at Lin Yiyi:

"Yiyi, how do you want revenge? Do you want him to refund your money? Or do you want him to apologize?"

Lin Yiyi lifted her head from Gu Xiao's embrace, looked at the culprit in the video who had caused her death, gritted her teeth, and clenched her small fists:

"Giving him a refund is too lenient! I want... I want to make him suffer too! I want him to know that the dignity of Chongqing girls cannot be trampled on!"

Gu Xiao nodded: "Okay, leave this to me. As long as they are students from these schools, it's not difficult to find someone."

"Count me in! Count me in!"

Zhao Yufeng raised her hand, her eyes shining with excitement, the fabric in her chest almost bursting out of her clothes:

"If I don't join in this kind of excitement, I won't be able to sleep at night!"

"I also want to see if the man who can turn our gentle and lovely Yiyi into a tyrannosaurus rex has three heads and six arms!"

Moreover, this is a living master of abstract art! I absolutely must go and pay my respects!

Lin Yiyi: "..."

Each of the three had their own thoughts.

Lin Yiyi's mind was filled with the flames of revenge.

I wish I could rub that "magician of light and shadow" into the ground and let him taste what it's like to be photographed and turned into a meme.

Gu Xiao, on the other hand, was cold on the outside but warm on the inside, fiercely protective of her own, and had already devised several plans in her mind to make the other party pay the price.

—For example, expose him in public the next time he "commits a crime," or have someone film his disgraceful behavior.

As for Zhao Yufeng... he was simply enjoying the spectacle and was filled with an indescribable curiosity about the legendary "abstract artist," and even had a little bit of admiration for him.

After all, a beautiful appearance is a dime a dozen, but an interesting soul... though it may be unethical, is indeed one in a million.

……

Meanwhile, in the boys' dormitory building, room 404.

This is like another world.

There was no perfume scent, only a strong smell of male hormones and instant noodles.

"Achoo—!"

Cheng Ming suddenly sneezed loudly, rubbed his nose, and looked somewhat bewildered:

"Who's criticizing me? Or... is my artistic charm beginning to transcend space and influence others?"

Wang Shuo, shirtless, sat in front of his computer frantically refreshing backend data, adding insult to injury without even turning his head:

"It's highly likely that the girl you scammed out of fifty yuan is making effigies to curse you. Maybe you should wear a helmet these next few days, I'm afraid you might get into some kind of bloody disaster."

Cheng Ming shrugged:

That means she hasn't grasped the true essence of art.

True art is always accompanied by misunderstanding and abuse. Van Gogh was ignored during his lifetime, and I'm nothing compared to him.

"You're kidding me. Van Gogh cut off ears, you're just harvesting leeks."

But honestly, we have to capitalize on this hype. What's next? Continue staking out Taikoo Li?

Wang Shuo turned around, his big face glistening with excitement.

"I won't go to Taikoo Li."

"In those kinds of places, everyone is so reserved. Aside from creating a sense of contrast, there's not much challenge."

And after what happened today, I guess they've already blacklisted me. The person involved might even be waiting for me...

"You really have foresight. So, where are you planning to go next?" Wang Shuo chimed in.

Cheng Ming pondered for a moment, then slowly uttered two words:

"Jinli...!"

"Jinli?"

Wang Shuo was taken aback:

"Isn't that a tourist spot? It's full of Yiwu souvenirs and snacks, packed with people, what can you even take pictures of...?"

"It's because there are so many people, it's because it's vulgar."

Cheng Ming turned around, leaning against the windowsill, seemingly nonchalant, but the words he uttered sent chills down one's spine:

"Imagine, in a place brimming with folk customs, what kind of sparks would fly if a photographer pursuing the ultimate 'postmodern cyberpunk style' suddenly appeared?"

Cheng Ming stretched out his finger and drew a box in the air:

"I want to give traditional folk culture a visual impact from the new era. After all, it would be difficult to capture a sense of loneliness and desolation in a sea of ​​people..."

Wang Shuo was stunned and almost crushed the mouse in his hand.

"Holy crap... Xiaoming, are you trying to leave everyone else in the dust on the road to abstraction...?"

Wang Shuo swallowed hard, and seeing Cheng Ming's expression that looked like he was about to cause trouble again, he couldn't help but shiver.

But then he excitedly picked up the camera on the table, his eyes gleaming with fervor:

"But...it sounds really awesome!"

"Only you could come up with such a hellish thing. As long as I'm not beaten to death, I'll follow you to the death..."

If anyone hits you, I'll record it as evidence, and I won't let my hand shake!

Cheng Ming smiled but didn't say anything, then suddenly remembered something:

"By the way, Fatty, check out the process for registering a studio these next couple of days. If we're going to do this, let's do it properly. In case we get sued later, at least we'll have a legal representative to take the fall."

"Legal representative? You don't mean you want me to be the legal representative, do you?" Wang Shuo looked at him warily.

Cheng Ming walked over and patted his broad shoulder, smiling sincerely:

"How could that be? You are my dearest friend, my brother, of course we should share both good times and bad... You should be the legal representative..."

"Get lost!"

The two laughed and cursed as they started fighting.

Outside the window, the night was deepening.

A "war" about looks, art, and revenge is quietly unfolding between the male and female dormitories of this art school.

At this moment, Cheng Ming was unaware that the "Sichuan-Chongqing Tyrannosaurus" he had angered to tears was leading her "Avengers" to sharpen their knives and prepare to slaughter the pigs and sheep.

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