Reborn as a comedic artist

Chapter 77 Master Ming's Online Assistance (Seeking First Subscription)

The guitar melody began, flowing from Cheng Ming's fingertips. After being enhanced by effects pedals, it carried a faint, melancholic echo within its tight sound.

As soon as the melody started, the originally noisy booth instantly seemed to have its noise level muted.

There are no unnecessary fancy techniques; the texture of each note is clear and full.

Among the onlookers, some seemed somewhat familiar, but they couldn't place their names.

Zhao Yufeng's drumbeats came in at just the right time.

Wang Shuo gripped the standing microphone tightly with both hands, his eyes behind his sunglasses were closed, and his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he were carrying all the emotional debts of this world on his shoulders.

He took a deep breath, his chest resonating, and spoke in his signature husky voice, full of deep emotion: "If there's still a little sadness at this moment...!"

The voice was hoarse and melancholic, carrying a sense of weariness and helplessness after experiencing countless trials.

Several female audience members in the front row, who were easily moved to tears, covered their mouths, and their eyes instantly welled up with tears.

That voice is so captivating, it's absolutely mesmerizing.

However, the next second.

"—Perhaps it's because the support player picked Mundo...!"

The tears that the audience had just been holding back were forced to stay in the corners of their eyes.

ha?

Before anyone could react to the stark contrast in the lyrics, Cheng Ming, who was standing to the side, suddenly turned slightly to the microphone, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Mundo..."

! "

Two words.

Just two words.

To ensure the best performance, he spent 2000 art points to upgrade his vocal expertise to world-class!

That rough, simple-minded, and somewhat inhuman growl.

Every player who has ever played League of Legends will instantly conjure up the image of that purple-skinned monster who even wanted to marry Baron Nashor.

"Holy crap...?!"

A bespectacled nerdy guy in the audience nearly flung his light stick away: "Original audio? This is supposed to be the original audio? Who unpacked the game files and released them...?"

"This is impossible! This is a sound that a human mouth could make...?"

Even the host standing on the side of the stage froze on his professional smile, and his high heels twisted involuntarily.

Those in the know can see the tricks of the trade. As a broadcasting student, she looked at Cheng Ming in horror. Underneath that handsome face, was there some kind of monster living in his voice...?

Where's the wandering hero of the ancient city I was promised?

But the performance on stage did not stop because of the audience's shock.

Lin Yiyi's fingers plucked the bass strings, and the deep bass lines, like a heartbeat, propelled the emotions to a higher level.

Wang Shuo was completely immersed in his own world, as if he were singing an epic rather than a game!

He looked up at the sky, his face filled with resentment and dejection.

"If godlike performance and pure joy are just legends, why are so many people so fond of Yasuo...!"

The instant the word "Yasuo" fell to the ground, Cheng Ming's fingers flew across the high frets of the guitar. Then, he spoke into the microphone, drawing in his breath, and unleashed a powerful, penetrating roar: "Hasage...!"

This voice was full of energy and carried a sharp, gust of wind.

The scene instantly erupted in chaos.

If the previous "Mundo" made people wonder if he was using a voice changer, then this "Hasagi" was like dragging the Unforgi himself out of Summoner's Rift and pinning him to the stage.

That unique tone, imbued with the charm of Japanese kendo, that urge to resist using ultimate moves—it's practically etched into the DNA of every mid-lane player.

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"I'm kneeling—I'm fucking kneeling!..."

"Being handsome and talented is one thing, but he's also a voice actor weirdo....!"

The crowd below the stage began to surge wildly, and even those who were just passing by to watch the excitement were pulled in their tracks by the mesmerizing scene.

The phones were held up, creating a sea of ​​light, with flashes going off wildly.

The music continued, but the tempo began to pick up.

Zhao Yufeng slammed his foot down on the bass drum, making the rhythm more dynamic.

Wang Shuo took off his sunglasses, his small eyes flashing with a light of "pain." He pointed to the audience, as if protesting the injustice of fate: "I haven't played the game for three days, and I'm really hungry. I wanted to find some fun in the Rift—"

"Who would have thought I'd run into a tank from Zaun? Is retreating the only way out?!"

Although the lyrics are absurd, the melody is outrageously catchy.

It's an extremely bizarre experience. Your ears tell you this song is a sad pop song from last year, but your brain tells you it's a silly, sarcastic commentary.

Wang Shuo turned around and looked at Cheng Ming. Their eyes met, and their tacit understanding was at its peak at that moment.

Wang Shuo cried out in indignation, "Why do you make me watch more of Lao Ma's (Old Ma's) streams when I'm supporting Namco?!"

Cheng Ming's lips curled into a strange smile. He even adjusted his posture, slightly raising his shoulders and jutting his chin forward. Instantly, a strong "square" aura emanated from him.

He spoke into the microphone, letting out a series of incredibly mesmerizing laughs: "Hehehehe....!"

That laughter—

Dry, abrupt, with an awkward, forced smile, yet exuding a sense of "this was worth it."

The audience burst into laughter instantly.

"Grand Marshal! Holy crap! It's Old Ma...!"

"That 'hehe' was absolutely brilliant! I can practically see that man holding the teacup...!"

"Did this guy eat a hundred top-tier lecturers? That demeanor, that tone of voice... is something even carbon-based life forms could imitate...?"

The host was dumbfounded. Although she didn't quite understand the jokes, seeing the almost riotous reaction from the audience, she knew that these people were really talented...

This is no ordinary talent show; it's a nuclear bomb aimed precisely at the core user group.

Wang Shuo didn't stop; he sang more and more enthusiastically, as if his tight-fitting clothes couldn't contain the primal power within him.

He yanked the microphone off the stand, walked to the edge of the stage, and passionately addressed the front-row audience: "Was it my own weakness, or was it the fault of the plants refusing to cooperate?"

"Why are all the comments about Namund support being called 'Wabi Babu'?!"

coming!

The ultimate killing move!

Cheng Ming's fingers produced a series of glissando notes on the strings, and his entire demeanor changed instantly. If he was a square-shaped warrior just moments before, he now seemed to have aged decades in an instant, transforming into a rambling, middle-aged neighbor.

His lips moved rapidly, uttering a string of incomprehensible yet extremely familiar gibberish: "Wabi Babu~".

The unclear, muffled pronunciation, as if the speaker had two eggplants stuffed in their mouth, combined with the earnest tone of their voice.

The entire room fell silent for a second.

Then, bursts of laughter and screams erupted, enough to lift the dome off the sky.

"Dave! It's Crazy Dave!"

"Amazing! Zombies from Plants vs. Zombies are here!"

"Wabi Bab! My God, what's the structure of this person's tongue? How can it make such a sound?"

"Help, my stomach hurts from laughing! Is this a comic convention or a comedy troupe?"

"Seeing the questions my teammates sent, I really didn't have any fun in this game!" Wang Shuo concluded this modified hit song with a high note at the end.

The last note fell.

The sustain of the guitar in Cheng Ming's hand was still vibrating in the air.

Zhao Yufeng twirled the drumsticks in his hand twice in the air before stylishly tucking them back into his waistband.

Lin Yiyi and Gu Xiao exchanged a smile, a smile that carried a hint of helplessness, but more so a doting affection that said, "I'll go crazy with you guys to the end."

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

Some people even had tears in their eyes—their laughter was also due to being moved by the touching melody.

This extreme contrast gave everyone present a deep massage to their cerebral cortex.