Reborn as a comedic artist

One week later, Jinli.

The bluestone path, washed smooth and shiny after the rain, reflected the crisscrossing red lanterns overhead, like a river flowing with light and shadow.

The air was filled with dampness and the mouthwatering smell of fireworks. The "bang bang" of the three cannons and the noisy voices of the crowd intertwined to create a symphony of everyday life.

Tourists thronged the narrow ancient street, forming a slow-moving queue.

"Old Cheng, isn't there too many people here? We're practically going against the grain. What if we get beaten up...?"

Despite his grand ambitions, Wang Shuo felt inexplicably timid when he saw the endless stream of people.

Cheng Ming pulled down his hat brim, his sky-blue casual outfit making him stand out in the crowd. Under the brim, his deep eyes scanned his surroundings.

Cheng Ming fiddled with the camera hanging around his neck, his tone exuding a confident, commanding presence:

"You don't understand, do you? A large group of people creates a great stage for you to showcase yourself..."

"Moreover, this kind of quaint and antique place is the perfect place to explore the collision of traditional and modern art."

Imagine, standing in front of a thousand-year-old building, displaying humanity's most primal and abstract emotions—that tension...hmm?"

Before he could finish speaking, Cheng Ming's previously smooth steps suddenly stopped. His gaze cut through the crowd of people and landed precisely on a sugar-coated fruit stall with a long queue not far away.

The path of art is not always smooth; misunderstandings and slander are inevitable.

Hidden quest "Double Success" triggered. Please increase the dosage... Completing the quest will reward you with extra Art Points!

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"Holy...holy shit...!"

Following Cheng Ming's gaze, Wang Shuo stumbled and nearly dropped the precious camera he was carrying into the nearby ditch.

"What a small world! How could we possibly run into each other like this? Chengdu is such a small city!"

In front of the shop stood two extremely eye-catching figures, practically shining stars in the crowd.

One of them was wearing a black and white tracksuit and had her hair in pigtails.

Although he looked a little tired from behind, he was still holding half a string of candied fruit in his hand.

But that menacing aura of "I'm going to bite" could scare away dogs on the street even from ten meters away—that was Lin Yiyi, who had transformed into "Sister Panda".

The other woman beside her was a completely different story, instantly drawing the attention of most of the males around them.

A tight-fitting dark blue denim suit perfectly accentuated her tall and slender figure, which was 1.76 meters tall.

Especially under that short denim jacket, the black tight-fitting vest was stretched taut, as if the buttons might burst open at any moment.

It was a kind of beauty full of wildness and power, which seemed out of place on the gentle Jiangnan-style streets, yet it was exceptionally eye-catching, like a fiery rose blooming in a water town.

Cheng Ming raised an eyebrow, his eyes showing no panic, but rather a hunter's gleam as he spotted a prime prey:

"I thought Sister Panda was invincible, but I never expected... whose subordinate is she...?"

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated!

No wonder Cheng Ming was so impressed. With that figure and that contrast, she was practically a female version of Black Whirlwind. It was a real shame she wasn't working on a construction site carrying cement... She was simply the perfect material for his camera.

"Zhao Dezhu, the female version of Zhang Fei, is a Shu dialect singer!"

"Old Cheng, let's get out of here... This woman is not someone to mess with. If we get caught, we'll be torn to pieces!"

Wang Shuo's body trembled inexplicably, and he instinctively wanted to shrink back.

Don't be fooled by his resemblance to Lu Zhishen.

But at the end of his life, he's a tech geek who has a natural awe for women who are full of violent aesthetics.

Perhaps many male students have some reservations about who the school beauty of Shuyin is!

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and opinions on beauty vary.

But if you were to ask who the most famous female character is, then Zhang Fei, the fierce warrior of Yan and Zhao, would undoubtedly be the top choice; it's hard not to know him.

Even the existence of someone like the original owner who was not a good person in relationships was something I had heard about.

Cheng Ming seemed to understand something. Now that he knew the other party's background, he was naturally not afraid and said:

"Oh, so she's Zhao Yufeng, the legendary girl with superhuman strength who broke the women's shot put record in her freshman year. So, Sister Panda is from our school...!"

"Old Cheng, stop this, people will die..."

We're all from the same school, if things continue like this, I'm afraid I won't see the light of day before graduation...!" Wang Shuo muttered to himself, his mind turning to giving up.

Although graduation isn't far off, it's best not to mess with people close to you; doing this could easily backfire, and what if it gets to the school...

Cheng Ming straightened his collar, a gentle smile appearing on his face that made people want to call the police—the prelude to his upcoming "ritual."

"The best way to overcome fear is to bravely face it."

"Hey fat guy, set up your camera, switch to the bystander's perspective, find cover. Today I'm going to teach you a lesson on what a mid-jungle duo's coordinated attack, resulting in one death and one feed, really means!"

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In front of the candied fruit stall.

"I'm so angry! It's been a week, and Xiaoxiao is still asking around at the surrounding schools today...!"

"That bastard has vanished into thin air! I've asked around all the tourist attractions, and I've been camped out here all day. If I still can't find him, how am I supposed to swallow this anger...!"

Lin Yiyi took a big bite of the fruit in her hand, her cheeks bulging, as if she were chewing Cheng Ming's flesh.

"Relax, relax, you can run away but you can't hide."

Zhao Yufeng casually tossed the bamboo skewer in his hand, and it landed precisely in the trash can.

Then he patted Lin Yiyi's shoulder with such force that she almost stumbled.

Realizing he had been a bit too rough, he steadied the swaying Lin Yiyi and declared with a heroic air:

"As long as he's still in Rongcheng, I'll dig him out of the ground! How dare he bully my sisters! I'll make him understand why flowers are so red!"

"Not only will I get your fifty dollars back with interest, but I'll also make him treat us to hot pot for a year...!"

Zhao Yufeng had just finished speaking.

A magnetic, slightly surprised voice suddenly rang out behind the two of them!

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"What a coincidence, what a coincidence, miss...!"

"I spotted you from 800 meters away. Since that's the case, I can't hold back any longer today; I have to pull out my trump card...!"

The deep, melodious sound, like that of a cello, made Lin Yiyi's hair stand on end instantly.

That voice, that tone, and that irritating opening line—it's practically etched into her very bones; she'd recognize it even if it were ashes!

Lin Yiyi turned around abruptly.

Although she had changed her clothes, that impeccable face was already right in front of her.

His signature baseball cap, his seemingly affectionate yet actually irritating smile, and those expressive peach blossom eyes.

"It's you—the magician of light and shadow!!!"

Lin Yiyi screamed so loudly that passersby turned to look. She dropped the candied fruit she was holding, which rolled twice on the ground, getting covered in mud.

"Fine, you've got a path to heaven but you're not taking it, you've actually delivered yourself right to my doorstep! Yu Feng is him, grab him, don't let him get away...!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yufeng, who was standing to the side, raised his eyebrows and wanted to explain a few things.

But the resentment that had accumulated over the days from listening to Lin Yiyi's tearful complaints instantly transformed into the motivation to act.

Without a word, she rolled up her sleeves, revealing her firm, muscular forearms: "Good lad, I finally caught you! Just wait till I get my hands on you..."

however!

When her gaze finally landed on Cheng Ming's face, the hand that was raised in mid-air, originally ready to grab his collar, suddenly seemed to be frozen in place.

The afterglow of the setting sun dappled Cheng Ming's face through the gaps in the leaves, making him look as if he had a built-in soft-focus filter.

Although Zhao Yufeng always teases Lin Yiyi for being a typical "face-value person," she's actually not much better...

Even though she usually interacts with rough men, she is completely powerless against this kind of handsome man who is both refined and masculine.

"...Should we...seize the opportunity to get to know each other?"

Zhao Yufeng's voice suddenly changed, from a shrewish roar to a soft, gentle Wu dialect. Her originally fierce expression instantly transformed into a fangirl's face, and she completely softened...

Lin Yiyi: "..."

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