Reborn as a comedic artist

Chapter 76, Part 1 of the Series "茴" (Seeking Initial Subscriptions)

The afternoon sun blazed fiercely through the glass dome of the Expo Park, relentlessly pouring its scorching heat into every inch of the air.

But this heatwave was far less terrifying than the temperature at the Bilibili Lifestyle and Entertainment Zone booth at that moment.

The host's eyes, adorned with exquisite eye makeup, fell upon Cheng Ming with a hint of passion.

Although she is not very old, she has three or four years of experience in live broadcasting and hosting since her internship. Even in today's broadcasting circle, she is quite well-known and considers herself to have seen a bit of the world!

But someone like Cheng Ming, who is consistent in his words and deeds, both in real life and online, and whose thinking is truly unique, is someone I've never seen before.

At this moment, she couldn't help but be shaken by Cheng Ming's series of actions.

Her trembling body was nothing to worry about, but it sent shivers down the spines of the onlookers.

Her cool business attire created a ripple effect, each movement seemingly challenging the limits of gravity and censorship.

"This is absolutely amazing!"

"Who can resist this? Not only do we get to see Xiaoming's antics, but we also get to witness this incredible display of voluptuousness!"

Faced with this "weapon" that could make an ordinary man's nose bleed, Cheng Ming couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

The person in charge of this living area really knows how to create something interesting. They've managed to get such a top-notch host, and this perk has really been given to the guys.

However, for Cheng Ming, who aspires to become a "Sigma man," women? They would only affect his creative speed.

Cheng Ming, one hand in his pocket and the other holding the microphone, turned to look at the dense crowd below the stage, a mischievous smile playing on his lips: "Fun is fun, but don't joke around with our brother Ji. That round of fennel beans was just an appetizer. Now, I'll ask you all a serious question...!"

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the entire arena, then raised his voice: "Are there many League of Legends players here...?"

One sentence instantly ignited a powder keg.

After all, it was 2015, and the League of Legends was at its peak, the undisputed king of internet cafes, and a national game.

"many....!!"

"Demacia!!"

"As long as we live, the tower stands!!"

"For my father!!"

The sound was deafening, making the backdrop of the booth vibrate.

The host was quick-witted; seeing Cheng Ming initiate the conversation, he immediately switched on his professionalism and followed up, even subtly moving closer to Cheng Ming: "Looks like we're all Summoners! Judging from Xiao Ming's posture, he's preparing a big show for everyone, a grand performance in the Rift."

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Her reply finally drew the audience's attention away from her and towards the group's attire.

Previously, everyone was only focused on the face and legs, but now, after thinking about it in conjunction with the keyword "alliance," everyone suddenly realized what was going on.

"Holy crap! I get it now...!"

Someone pointed at Wang Shuo and shouted, "That fatso was dressed so sleazy, I thought he was reminiscing about his debut, but this time he's holding nunchucks... isn't that Li Qing from 'Descendants of the Dragon'...?"

"What the hell?! Is this Fat Dragon in the Sky?!"

"That goddess Zhao Yufeng is holding a red-tasseled spear—holy crap, is that Zhao Xin? This is practically 'Chrysanthemum Xin'?"

"Now that you mention it, isn't that aloof and cold vibe of Ashe, the Frost Archer?"

"Panda Sister's outfit—Teemo! It has to be Captain Teemo....!"

"Hahaha, what kind of abstract lineup is this! Lee Sin, Xin Zhao, Teemo, Ashe — this looks like a Bronze five-man premade team...!"

"But it seems this five-man car team is missing a seat..."

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"Yeah, we're missing one player. We have an AD carry, a mage, a jungler, and a fighter, but why isn't there a support? Is our Xiaoming going to fill in as support and create his own character...?"

I don't know which clever kid shouted it.

The audience erupted in laughter, and the atmosphere was incredibly lively.

Cheng Ming raised the microphone, gestured for everyone to be quiet: "Since everyone has figured it out, I won't hide it anymore. Originally, I planned to bring the brothers to give you all an authentic Sichuan opera performance!"

Upon hearing the words "Shuyin Art," the fans who had been laughing wildly in the audience instantly shuddered, their smiles freezing on their faces.

It was a fear of being dominated by a piercing, demonic sound.

It's the kind of despair you feel when you open a video late at night and your SAN value drops like crazy...

"No! Ming-ge! Don't speak, it's me, Ming-ge, we're on the same side. I really can't hold it in anymore..."

"I was wrong! I shouldn't have laughed at that fat guy! Please let him go. Don't let him use his 'Soul-Stirring Hip Spin' technique, please, my heart can't take it..."

! "

"At this moment, a handsome young man covered his ears and tried to flee the scene...!"

Seeing the tense expressions on the faces of the audience, Cheng Ming nodded in satisfaction: "It seems that everyone understands art. Since everyone is afraid of not being able to handle it, I will play the role of assistant today and give you a change of pace."

He suddenly turned around and pointed to Wang Shuo, who was struggling to suck in his stomach and make his tight-fitting clothes look less constricting: "Everyone's played League of Legends, so let's have our Brother Shuo—who is now wearing the yellow robe and is the descendant of the first dragon of the Huizi—show off his singing voice and let everyone truly experience what a singing god artist is like...!"

"Brother Shuo! Give them a good beating...!"

Cheng Ming gave the host a wink.

The latter immediately understood, raised the microphone, and shouted, "Let's hand over the stage to—the descendant of the dragon, Wang Shuo...!"

Taking advantage of this break, the staff who were already prepared rushed onto the stage and began moving the musical instruments.

Cheng Ming walked to the side of the stage and picked up an electric guitar.

It was a Fender in excellent condition, hanging on his back.

Immediately afterwards, Gu Xiao gracefully sat down in front of the electronic keyboard, her slender fingers resting on the black and white keys.

Although Lin Yiyi was dressed in an adorable panda costume, the visual impact of the contrast when she carried the bass was simply explosive.

She tried plucking a string, and a deep, booming bass note resonated, sending shivers down one's spine.

The most surprising one was Zhao Yufeng.

This stunningly beautiful Valkyrie walked straight to the drum set at the back of the stage.

She sat down on the drum stool with an air of authority, her long, powerful legs stepping onto the bass drum pedal, and casually twirling the drumstick in her hand into a beautiful drum flourish.

"Thump—!"

A deep, powerful bass drumbeat struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone is eagerly anticipating the spectacular performance of the Five Tigers of Shu Opera, the Crouching Dragon and the Young Phoenix...!

Wang Shuo stood in the center of the stage, his belly, accentuated by his tight-fitting clothes, looked particularly shiny under the spotlight.

He was wearing sunglasses and holding a standing microphone. Although his appearance was comical, the aura he exuded at that moment actually had the composure of a grandmaster.

"My voice has been itching for a song for a long time, let's get started...?"

Wang Shuo turned his head slightly and looked at Cheng Ming.

Cheng Ming's long, slender fingers pressed against the fingerboard, and he said confidently, "Get it done...!"

"Attention all units 1"

Zhao Yufeng raised the drumsticks high and struck them twice.

The next moment, the electric guitar in Cheng Ming's hands emitted a beautiful melody.