Reborn as a comedic artist

Chapter 78 Internet Cafe Killer, Che Guevara (Seeking first subscription)

"One more!"

"Awesome!!"

"Xiao Ming is awesome...!"

"Shuyin is awesome....!"

Someone shouted out, and instantly, the words "Shu Yin" (蜀音, meaning "Sichuan dialect") resounded throughout the entire exhibition hall.

The host finally came to her senses. She tidied her slightly messy hair, took a deep breath, and walked back to the center of the stage with slightly unsteady steps.

This time, the look in her eyes when she looked at Cheng Ming contained not only the previous amazement and desire, but also a deep sense of awe...

Such talent, such control of the situation, such charisma that can manipulate thousands of people at will...!

This man is simply a monster.

"This is too... too incredible."

The host's voice trembled slightly: "I've hosted so many anime conventions, and I've never seen such a... such a special performance. I'd like to ask our lead singer, Da Shuo, how did you come up with the idea to create such a song...?"

Wang Shuo was panting heavily, his tight-fitting clothes soaked with sweat, making them look even shinier.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, handed the microphone to Cheng Ming, and chuckled: "You'll have to ask my godfather, oh no, ask our team leader Cheng Ming. He revised the lyrics and did the voice acting. I'm just a singing machine full of emotion..."

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Cheng Ming took the microphone, and the sleazy look he had when imitating Lao Ma vanished completely, instantly switching back to his aloof and ascetic god-like mode...

The speed at which they changed their tune was astonishing.

He casually glanced around the audience, his tone as calm as if he were discussing what to have for dinner: "Actually, it's nothing much. I just wanted to tell everyone that whether it's a game or real life, even if your teammates pick Mundo as support, even if they're all bad players, as long as you don't lose your composure, you might still have a chance to turn the game around!"

"However, as the saying goes, 'A skilled craftsman must first sharpen his tools'... How can you play games without a good set of equipment...!"

"Holy crap, are they going to do live-streaming e-commerce...?"

"Master Ming! Can you stop keeping us in suspense...!"

""

"Exactly, being all coy isn't your style...!"

Cheng Ming looked at the fervent gazes from below the stage and played along perfectly.

"so.....!"

Cheng Ming abruptly changed the subject, a mischievous smile reappearing on his lips: "Since everyone is so enthusiastic, then I'll satisfy your desires from now on..."

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"Is this the real deal...?"

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The audience below the stage was stunned.

Wasn't that the real thing? The singing and the accompaniment were already professional level, okay?

"The song we just sang was dedicated to the Summoners in the Rift."

Cheng Ming's fingers lightly rested on the guitar knobs, making the tone even crisper. "The next song is something that can only be understood intuitively. The most important thing is to have fun with it and don't take it too seriously. Otherwise, if you happen to get a government job with food and lodging provided, that wouldn't be good...!"

"It's something that can only be understood intuitively, not explained in words. A government job, with food and lodging provided... what the hell is this...?"

Just as the onlookers and the host were all looking on with question marks.

No sooner had Cheng Ming finished speaking than Gu Xiao's fingers lightly touched the piano keys again.

This time, it's neither the inspirational kind like "The Wind Rises" nor the comedic kind like "Shuyin Art".

A light, romantic prelude, filled with the scent of a summer sea breeze, spread through the sweltering exhibition hall like the bursting of sparkling water.

That's the melody of "Take You on a Trip".

But this familiar melody, embellished by the syncopated notes on Cheng Ming's guitar, takes on a touch of the casual and languid feel of street folk music.

The audience below the stage hadn't recovered from the lingering effects of "Wai Bi Ba Xia" when they were caught off guard by this sudden refreshing musical style.

"Is this... going to be another sentimental story...?"

"This intro sounds like it's about to confess my feelings...?"

"Could this be the real grand finale? Was everything before just to liven things up...?!"

The host stood on the side stage, his hands cupped around his heart, his eyes gazing dreamily at the tall, slender figure holding a guitar in the center of the stage.

At this moment, Cheng Ming lowered his eyes and wore a gentle smile.

Where is this "Crazy Dave" who was spouting gibberish just now?

This is clearly the perfect male lead straight out of an idol drama, the prince charming who sings and plays music on the beach in every girl's dream.

Wang Shuo, who had rehearsed in advance, cooperated by gently shaking the sand hammer in his hand, his body moving rhythmically with the beat, and his face beaming with a happy smile (although he looked a bit like a landlord's silly son getting married).

Cheng Ming leaned closer to the microphone, his voice magnetic and gentle, a classic "soothing starter": "The weather today is cloudless—"

"Oh, I said baby————"

In the audience, many girls felt a sudden jolt.

It is too sweet.

At that moment, the ancient city wanderer's affectionate voice felt like a marshmallow was stuffed into his ear.

however.

Just as everyone was getting ready for the next "confession," Cheng Ming's gaze suddenly changed from its original affectionate look to a shifty one. His eyes darted slyly to the left and then quickly to the right, exuding an indescribable air of slyness and alertness.

He lowered his voice and sang in a tone that was both guilty and inexplicably cheerful: "Let's go steal some headphones from the internet cafe next door—"

"Oh, my Iady————"

"You like pink headphones—"

"Still a computer mainframe—"

"puff--!!"

A girl in the front row of the audience was drinking milk tea when she sprayed a mouthful of tapioca pearls directly onto the back of the man's head.

The pink bubble that had just been created instantly shattered into shards of glass.

"What the heck??"

"Steal—steal the earphones??"

"I'd already taken my pants off to listen to love songs, and you're taking me to an internet cafe to steal things...?"

But it's not over yet.

Cheng Ming's performance has only just begun.

He began his performance while playing the guitar within the stage area.

His unsteady gait and hunched back perfectly conveyed the body language of someone wanting to steal but afraid of being discovered.

But the melody he sang was still so fresh and refined, so romantic and moving.

"The newbie was a little nervous about stealing the headphones—"

As Cheng Ming sang this part, a hint of panic appeared on his handsome face, and he looked in Zhao Yufeng's direction with a look of fear, as if he was afraid of being discovered by the internet cafe manager.

Zhao Yufeng almost burst out laughing, but could only grit his teeth, stomp the bass drum until it shook the ground, and glare back with fierce eyes, as if to say:

What are you looking at? If you keep looking, I'll steal you too...!

Cheng Ming shrank his neck and continued singing: "I've prepared a coat—"

He freed one hand and made a very vivid gesture of "wrapping his coat tightly," as if he really was carrying some filthy, unspeakable item in his arms.

"Then I quietly tucked them into my clothes—"

He glanced around at the surroundings—

"If no one's around, slip out—"

This series of movements flowed smoothly, and the brisk rhythm created an eerie sense of harmony.

The lyrics are clearly about committing a crime, and the actions are clearly about stealing, but the singing voice—it's damn sweet!

This extreme contrast left the audience speechless, their facial expressions completely out of control.

The host had already grabbed onto the sound system stand next to her; she felt that her career was facing an unprecedented challenge.

Should we call the police or applaud?

Why is he so handsome and charming even when playing a thief?

Is this the legendary "refined scoundrel"?