Reborn as a comedic artist

The idea of ​​opening champagne at halftime is nonexistent for Cheng Ming.

Last night's plans and arrangements were merely the first step on the journey.

Alcohol numbed his senses, but it didn't cloud Cheng Ming's judgment of the situation.

After everyone's night of drunken revelry, the real world did not become calm as the sun rose; instead, it was as if a ladle of cold water had been poured into a pot of boiling oil.

Blasted.

It completely exploded.

As the final scene of the "Shu Yin Trilogy" came to a close...!

Accompanied by the explosive and timely single "The Wind Rises," a youthful storm swept across the entire internet in an unreasonable manner.

Eight o'clock in the morning.

In one of the studio's rooms, Wang Shuo lay sprawled on a large bed, snoring loudly.

The blanket was kicked off the bed, revealing his white, fleshy body.

"Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong!"

The phone next to my pillow vibrated wildly as if it had gone mad, jolting this dead pig awake.

"Who is it... calling for a soul so early in the morning...!"

Wang Shuo groaned irritably, his eyelids feeling as heavy as lead.

He groggily reached out his chubby hand and groped around on the bedside table. When he grabbed his phone, he barely managed to open one eye a crack.

The moment the screen lit up, countless pop-up messages flooded the entire interface like a burst dam.

WeChat, Bilibili, Weibo... the icons and badges of all kinds of apps are all a glaring red.

The last bit of alcohol Wang Shuo had was instantly replaced by cold sweat that broke out from his pores the moment he saw the content on the screen.

"Holy crap...!"

A blood-curdling scream echoed throughout the room.

Luckily, Cheng Ming was still drunk, otherwise he would have really kicked Wang Shuo out of the team...

Wang Shuo sat up abruptly, rubbed his eyes, and stared intently at the screen.

Bilibili's backend.

The red "99+" indicator already seems pale and powerless; the number of unread messages in the private inbox shows "9999+".

Video views: 12.37 million.

Likes: 1.8 million.

Coin-operated: 570,000.

Forwarded: 690,000 times.

Number of followers: 1.98 million. That number is still jumping wildly at a visible speed, and it will only be a matter of minutes before it breaks through the two million mark.

The most eye-catching thing is an official banner at the top: [We sincerely invite the UP's team to participate in Bilibili's first offline carnival...!]

"Holy crap...!"

Wang Shuo's hands were shaking like he had Parkinson's as he clicked on the comments section of the latest video.

In the comments section, the usual jokes and banter have vanished, replaced by a screen full of shock and admiration.

The top-rated comment has over 300,000 likes:

[I listened to this on my knees. This isn't just a college student's work; it's a complete annihilation! The lyrics, music, imagery, and vocals are on par with a national team blasting fish in a pond...!]

Second most popular comment:

[A prodigy has emerged from Sichuan! This chubby guy's singing skills and emotions—I declare this year's hit song! Although I came to see something abstract, this song brought me to tears. It reminded me of my first love, that summer, that breeze...!]

Third top comment:

[This trilogy is phenomenal! The contrast is incredible: the first one had me laughing until my stomach hurt, the second one was a well-developed plot, and the last one made me cry my eyes out. Cheng Ming's acting and looks completely blow away all those young idols who can only stare blankly these days! The Chinese entertainment industry is saved! I'm begging him to debut...!]

Wang Shuo held his phone, staring intently at the comment praising his singing skills, his eyes even turning a little red.

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It's not just a small, obscure website.

On Weibo's trending topics list, the hashtags #ShuyinTrilogyFinale#, #ChengMingTheWindIsRising#, and #YouthShouldBeLikeThis# shot up like rockets, directly entering the top ten and completely overshadowing the news of a certain popular celebrity's broken finger.

Tencent Music and NetEase Cloud Music, two major players, have also taken action upon hearing the news.

The head of the copyright department didn't even have time for breakfast, frantically calling the Sichuan Conservatory of Music and anyone he could contact, all in an effort to secure the exclusive rights to "The Wind Rises".

The entertainment industry, a place of fame and fortune, was completely stunned by this bombshell.

In a WeChat group of a well-known director.

"Who is this talent? Such a clean background? And such unique acting skills...?"

"Investigate! Investigate immediately! That height, those looks, that charisma, and that talent—he was born for the big screen!"

"That fat guy is not bad either. Although his appearance is a bit rough, his voice is amazing, and he has a natural comedic talent. He has the makings of a great supporting actor."

Various business owners waved their checkbooks, inquiring everywhere about Cheng Ming and Wang Shuo's contact information.

At the same time, the Shu dialect.

The atmosphere in the conference room on the roof of the administration building was eerily suffocating.

Principal Zhao Zhiqiang, who was forced to hold an emergency meeting early in the morning, sat in the main seat with a thermos cup in his hand. His smile was more difficult to suppress than an AK. His expression was like that of someone who had just won five million in the lottery and was trying to pretend that "this is just small change."

On either side of the conference table, the four powerful figures stood in stark contrast.

Liu Jianjun, Dean of the Academy of Fine Arts.

Zhang Shengli, Dean of the School of Media Studies.

Wang Jianhua, head of the photography department.

And Li Baoguo, the dean of the music academy.

The group looked at each other, and it seemed as if electricity was crackling in the air.

"Cough cough."

Zhao Zhiqiang cleared his throat, breaking the silence: "Um... everyone's seen it, right? The online opinions, and the data..."

"I've seen it."

Wang Jianhua slowly sipped his tea, leaned back, crossed his legs, and looked incredibly smug and triumphant.

He glanced sideways at Li Baoguo across from him, his tone carrying three parts mockery and seven parts boasting:

"Oh my, I knew it! Cheng Ming has been smart since he was little. Although he seems a bit lazy at times, he's truly exceptionally talented...!"

"Look, they played a winning hand right from the start, unlike some people who were strongly against it, saying it was a waste of time...?"

The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere in the conference room instantly dropped several degrees.

The face of Li Baoguo, the dean of the music academy, turned a deep purplish-red.

Just over ten days ago, he slammed his fist on the table and said that Cheng Ming's creation of these short videos was "nonsense" and "a defilement of art."

The results of it?

From "The True Colors of Art" to this song "The Wind Rises," it's been one slap after another, coming too fast and too loud, making his head buzz.

But Li Baoguo was a seasoned veteran; although he was refined and easygoing, it didn't stop him from being shameless in crucial moments.

He took a deep breath and slammed his hand on the table, startling Liu Jianjun who was next to him.

"Wang Jianhua! Stop with your sarcastic remarks...!"

At this point, Li Baoguo dropped the pretense, pointed at the video screen on the projector, and roared in anguish:

"Listen to this! Listen to this voice! This pitch! This emotional delivery! Is this something your photography department could teach? Huh...?"

"This is clearly a gift from God! A top-tier musical genius! Putting him in your photography department, carrying around equipment all day, would be a waste of his talent...!"

"that is!"

Liu Jianjun from the Academy of Fine Arts couldn't help but chime in. He adjusted his glasses, looking at the composition of the scene in the video with amazement in his eyes:

"Although I don't understand music very well, the visuals, the lighting, the composition... I think this child has a real talent for art. Perhaps he could come and study at our art academy..."

"Stop, stop, stop! Old Liu, why are you getting involved in this mess...?"

Zhang Shengli from the School of Media Studies couldn't stand it anymore. He stood up abruptly, spitting as he spoke: "What era are we living in now? The era of internet traffic! This kid's greatest talent isn't singing or photography, it's operations! It's his internet savvy!"

"Look at this buzz, look at this control of the pace—he's a born media mogul!"

"Our media studies department needs talent like this...! Only here can his talent be fully realized and developed!"

In an instant, the conference room turned into a vegetable market.

"Bullshit! He's got the makings of music!"

"You're talking nonsense! He's a student in our photography department! His student status is still with me!"

"What's wrong with my student status? Even if I haven't graduated yet, let alone graduating soon, I'll personally handle the transfer procedures!"

"You dare! I'll fight you to the death!"

"Shut up, all of you!"

A roar finally silenced the group of uncouth deans.

Principal Zhao Zhiqiang's forehead veins bulged, and he slammed the thermos cup in his hand heavily on the table with a dull thud.

He pointed at these people, his hands trembling with anger.

"What kind of behavior is this! Huh? The dean of the prestigious Shu Conservatory of Music, arguing like a street shrew over a student, is this something to be proud of...!"

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