Reborn as a comedic artist

Two days later, in Shanghai, at the World Expo Park.

The afternoon heat was intense, but it couldn't drown out the deafening noise that pierced the sky.

As Bilibili's first offline carnival, this is not just an exhibition, but more like a collective release of youthful hormones.

The influx of hundreds of thousands of visitors filled the entire park to capacity. Everywhere you looked, there were colorful wigs, exaggerated props, and crowds of onlookers holding cameras and phones, their eyes filled with fervor.

The prime booth in the core of the lifestyle and entertainment area was now completely surrounded by people, and even the security guards had to set up two cordon lines.

The reason is simple: this is the epicenter of "abstract art".

"Here he comes! It's Cheng Ming...!"

"Holy crap, that's that fatso...?"

"My God, a Valkyrie! A living Valkyrie....!"

Accompanied by a tsunami-like roar of exclamations, the group surged into the crowd.

Cheng Ming, who was walking at the front, was dressed in a simple white t-shirt and casual pants. He didn't have any exaggerated styling, and even his hair was just casually styled.

But when he stood there, with a face that could easily captivate anyone who loves good looks for three minutes, he somehow managed to create the impression of walking the red carpet amidst the chaotic carnival.

However, the people following behind him suddenly changed their style in a way that caught everyone off guard.

Wang Shuo was wearing a bright yellow bodysuit at the moment.

That's Brother Long's classic skin, and also his debut outfit.

The only difference is that it looked sharp and sturdy on Bruce Lee, but on Wang Shuo... it looked "full-figured".

Especially his stomach area, the tight fabric outlined a perfect curve, and combined with the nunchucks in his hand and the sunglasses on his face, he looked inexplicably flamboyant no matter how you looked at him, truly a fat dragon in the sky.

"Godfather...could you slow down a bit?"

Wang Shuo, his legs clamped together, followed Cheng Ming with small, hurried steps. His eyes behind his sunglasses were filled with despair. He lowered his voice and gritted his teeth, saying, "These pants are too tight in the crotch! It's so uncomfortable! Didn't I tell you to buy a size up? Who the hell bought this size...?"

Cheng Ming didn't turn his head, a warm smile on his face, and even waved to the fans on both sides: "You are a singing god and artist, and now you are a descendant of the dragon. You should have the demeanor of a master. It's right if you don't take big steps. That's called 'restraint'."

"My foot, my ass!"

Wang Shuo wanted to curse, but seeing the countless cameras shooting at him from all sides, he could only swallow his profanities and forcefully grin into a smile that looked worse than crying. He also had to wave his nunchucks around from time to time, which was both flamboyant and hilarious, and also caused bursts of laughter.

Beside Wang Shuo, Zhao Yufeng was the complete opposite.

Wearing a fiery red, modified ancient-style martial arts outfit, complete with wrist guards and a waist belt, she perfectly accentuated her explosive figure.

His tanned skin glowed with a healthy sheen in the sunlight, his high ponytail was tied up, he held a red-tasseled spear (prop) in his hand, and his eyes were sharp and imposing.

With each step she took, the wind stirred up by her long legs seemed to cut through the air, causing the male fans around her to scream, and even many female fans covered their mouths with hearts in their eyes.

"This is the real Valkyrie! That figure, that aura, I can't take it!"

"Who said she was a gold digger? She clearly doesn't need a man at all! Sister, you're putting me down!"

In contrast, Gu Xiao wore a black, high-slit cheongsam, exuding a cold and noble aura. Her indifferent gaze swept across the room, and her "keep away" aura made many male otaku who wanted to get closer hesitate and only dared to admire from afar.

As for Lin Yiyi at the end, the style suddenly became even more radical.

Wearing a black and white short-sleeved shirt and shorts, with two fluffy panda ear headbands on her head, and holding a bamboo doll in her hand, she looked so cute and innocent because of her nervousness that you wanted to pinch her cheeks.

This group of five includes a handsome man, a flamboyant man, a cool man, a cold man, and an adorable man.

It's practically a walking visual nuclear bomb; wherever it goes, the sound of camera shutters explodes.

……

We finally moved to the booth.

This position is indeed the officially designated prime spot, with a huge LED screen behind it.

At this moment, a series of Cheng Ming's masterpieces are playing on a loop. The video he is currently playing is the one he released last night, "Kong Yiji," which caused widespread depression across the internet.

A hot young host, dressed in revealing business attire, had been waiting for a long time in front of the booth.

She had prepared a whole host of professional opening remarks, but her brain went blank for a moment when she saw these "abnormal beings" walk onto the stage.

Especially when the host saw the lines etched out by Wang Shuo's tight-fitting clothes, his lips twitched noticeably!

I had only heard about it briefly in a video, but seeing it with my own eyes now is a bit hard to believe.

If it weren't for Cheng Ming, who was a refreshing and enlightening presence for her, she probably wouldn't have been able to handle it.

"Ahem... Welcome! A warm welcome to Xiaoming's team...!"

The host took a deep breath, forcefully steered the conversation back on track, and walked over to Cheng Ming with the microphone in hand:

"You've gained so much popularity along the way! The dark horse of our Bilibili's Lifestyle & Entertainment section truly lives up to its name! Xiaoming, say hello to everyone...!"

Cheng Ming took the microphone but didn't speak immediately.

At that moment, the video on the large screen behind them was just coming to an end.

The man in the shirt raised his bottle under the dim streetlights, and the caption read: "I'm probably sick..."

The lighthearted, humorous yet mocking voice of "Noodles and Dishes" abruptly stopped, and a somber atmosphere instantly enveloped the entire venue.

The commotion from below the stage fell eerily quiet for a moment.

Cheng Ming looked at the young faces below the stage, slowly raised his hand, pushed up the non-existent glasses on his nose, and said in a low voice:

"Everyone, how's your reading going? Have you taken off your long gowns...?"

In short, a decisive victory.

The fans, who were initially laughing and enjoying the spectacle, suddenly froze on their faces.

.......

This is a carnival! It's a place to have fun!

Is it appropriate for you to start by pouring your heart out...?

"Holy crap! Doflamingo, stop stabbing! The kid's gone mad...!"

"I just quit my job to come to this trade show, and you're asking me this...?"

"I can't take it off! I simply can't take it off! But that doesn't stop me from watching the fat guy show off his nunchucks...!"

The audience erupted instantly, some laughing and cursing, others pretending to wipe away tears, and the atmosphere was instantly heated up to a strange high point—a wonderful atmosphere that mixed emo and revelry.

The host was also surprised by Cheng Ming's unconventional approach, and smiled awkwardly but politely:

"Haha, our Master Ming is really humorous, and also very insightful... It seems everyone was deeply moved by the video. I heard our team even prepared a special gift for our fans today...?"

"certainly."

Cheng Ming had barely finished speaking.

Wang Shuo, with his buttocks bulging from the tight-fitting clothes, laboriously carried up a huge mahogany tray.

The tray was covered with a red cloth, making it look quite mysterious.

The audience craned their necks, their curiosity piqued.

"What's this? It's not a bench, is it?"

"I think it might be cement, after all, they just published 'In the Name of the Rich'."

"Could it be that pair of glasses with the broken leg?"

Amidst the attention of the crowd, Cheng Ming stepped forward and abruptly lifted the red cloth.

wow——

There were no gold bars, no benches, and no cement.

On the tray, several small dishes were neatly arranged.

Each dish contained nine shriveled, green fennel beans.

Next to it was a disposable cup containing a suspiciously colored yellow liquid (most likely cheap beer or tea).

The entire room fell silent.

Three seconds later, bursts of laughter nearly blew the roof off the booth.

"Holy crap! Fennel beans! They really are fennel beans!"

"What the heck are these fennel beans?! This is way too 'expensive' a gift!"

"Is it too much? Not at all! Hahahaha...!"

Cheng Ming, with a serious expression, picked up a plate of fennel beans and waved to the boy in the first row who was laughing the loudest:

"My friend, I see you have an extraordinary physique; you must be a scholar. Come, let me test you. Do you know that the character '茴' has four ways of being written?"

The guy, being a social butterfly, immediately picked up on the joke, shouting, "I don't know! But I know how to eat it...!"

"How can I not know? I'll be keeping accounts as the manager in the future."

Cheng Ming sighed and personally handed over the plate of fennel beans: "Here, eat more. You'll have the strength to put on your long gown properly when you're full."

This interaction completely boosted the show's entertainment value.

The once upscale lifestyle and entertainment area was instantly transformed into the front desk of the Xianheng Hotel.

Wang Shuo watched this scene from the side. Although the clothes on his body were so tight that he felt like he was going to die, his admiration for them was genuine.

A few broken beans and a few witty remarks were enough to subdue the crowd of thousands.

This isn't a meet-and-greet; it's clearly a large-scale performance art piece.

.........