Reborn as a comedic artist

Chapter 79 Others' acting is unconvincing, but yours is unconvincing.

"Other people's acting is convincing, but yours doesn't seem like acting at all—I suggest you thoroughly investigate whether you have a criminal record..."

...!

"I think Xing! That level of skill takes at least three years of practice to achieve..."

"Officer, this is him! He's openly teaching criminal techniques on stage...!"

"Haha, no wonder it's something that can only be understood but not explained, with food and lodging provided, a permanent position..."

The audience was filled with grumbling, but there was also a lot of hysterical laughter and cheers.

Wang Shuo was also putting on a dramatic act at this moment. He moved closer to Cheng Ming, using a sand hammer as a walkie-talkie, while looking around warily and making a "get out of here" gesture. His disheveled appearance made him look exactly like the number two in a criminal gang.

As the music progresses, the drumbeats become more and more intense, pushing the emotions to a climax.

Cheng Ming suddenly straightened up, his eyes flashing with a resolute determination as if he were about to die, as if he were not going to steal anything, but to save the world.

"I want to take you to an internet cafe to steal earphones...!"

That shout was incredibly powerful, carrying a strange sense of heroism and pathos.

"Then let's steal the keyboard and the computer together!"

Cheng Ming waved his hand dismissively, as if all the equipment in the internet cafe was already his.

"Actually, I really like monitors —"

"And the router at the front desk—"

As he sang this part, a hint of greed and obsession flashed in Cheng Ming's eyes. His perverse obsession with electronic products evoked a strange resonance among the male otaku in the audience.

Yeah, a computer tower! The three essentials for any nerdy guy, who wouldn't love that...!

Then, the most outrageous scene unfolded.

Cheng Ming suddenly slung the guitar behind his back and held it up as if he were embracing a huge object.

His legs trembled slightly, his facial muscles tensed, the veins on his neck bulged, his jaw clenched, and he let out a muffled growl.

The weight and the oppressive feeling of it made the audience in the front row instinctively shrink back, as if afraid that the "thing" in his hand would fall down.

"You have to be able to lift a computer that weighs over 70 kilograms!!!"

As Cheng Ming sang, he walked with heavy steps, struggling forward on the stage.

With each step, the floor seemed to vibrate.

Wang Shuo quickly ran over and made a lifting motion from behind. The two worked together seamlessly, as if they were really moving a heavy server.

"I carried it all the way from Shanghai to Beijing!!!"

The audience went crazy.

"Hahaha!! I can't take it anymore! Help!!"

"What the hell?! From Shanghai to Beijing?! Who are you trying to exhaust yourself to death?!"

"Is this computer theft or a triathlon?!"

"Seventy-something kilograms—that's incredibly detailed! This is definitely based on personal experience..."

Cheng Ming, however, was completely immersed in the plot. He was covered in sweat (although it was acting), but his eyes were filled with both longing and despair for the future.

"Even after reaching Dali in Yunnan Province, they still can't sell them —"

This line expresses so much heartache and helplessness.

Cheng Ming vividly portrayed the agony of traveling thousands of miles to dispose of stolen goods, using a trembling voice that sounded almost like a sob.

At last.

Cheng Ming stopped, slowly put down the "heavy object" in his hand, straightened up, sighed deeply, and his eyes became empty and deep.

He straightened his collar, regaining his initial nonchalant and aloof demeanor, and softly uttered his final words into the microphone: "Put it back in the internet cafe—"

The entire room fell silent.

one second.

two seconds.

"boom-!!!"

The entire exhibition hall seemed to have been overturned.

Screams, whistles, applause, and stomping blended into a massive sound wave that nearly blew the roof off.

"Awesome!!!"

"Myojin!! I kneel before you!!"

"This ending—it's amazing!! I won't steal it anymore, I'll just return it, okay? Hahahaha!!"

"What an incredible plot twist! This is performance art!"

"One more time!! One more time!!"

In the Bilibili live stream room, the barrage of comments was so thick that the screen was almost invisible.

Is this the mindset of contemporary college students? I love it!

I suggest you investigate this person's background; I don't believe he's acting!

[Who else but Ming could sing about stealing in such a refreshing and romantic way?]

[This acting is so good, it would be a loss to human civilization if it didn't win an Oscar!]

On stage, the music gradually stopped.

Cheng Ming maintained that affectionate posture, as if he wasn't the thief who had just carried a 70-pound computer across half of China.

He was breathing slightly heavily, a fine layer of sweat glistening on his forehead under the light, adding to his masculine charm.

Wang Shuo slumped to the ground, panting heavily. Although the "lifting" performance was without props, he had used real strength to match Cheng Ming's acting skills.

Lin Yiyi and Gu Xiao put down their instruments, exchanged a glance, and both saw the helplessness and amusement in each other's eyes.

This guy always manages to turn a perfectly good performance into a carnival.

Zhao Yufeng tossed the drumsticks into the air, caught them precisely, gave Cheng Ming a thumbs up, and his eyes were full of undisguised fervor.

This is the man she's set her sights on!

Even when they're acting crazy on set, they're still so energetic; when they put on a show, it's truly amazing!

The host finally came to her senses and practically ran onto the stage in her high heels.

At this moment, the way she looked at Cheng Ming had completely changed.

If she was initially attracted by his looks and later captivated by his singing ability, now she is completely won over by his unpredictable and wild talent.

This man is like a giant blind box; you never know what surprise (or shock) he'll pull out for you next.

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

The host, calming his excited breathing, held the microphone to Cheng Ming's lips, his voice trembling with excitement: "Master Ming—I'm really curious now, as a top student from the Sichuan Conservatory of Music, how—how did you come up with such a brilliant idea? You sing romantic love songs with the magical feel of Che Guevara...?"

Cheng Ming took the microphone, casually brushed a stray hair from his forehead, revealing a smooth and full forehead.

He looked at the flushed, smiling faces below the stage, a signature mischievous grin playing on his lips, and said in a lazy, casual tone, "Actually, there's no particular reason."

"The main problem is that consoles are too expensive these days."

"If I can't afford it, I can only enjoy it through songs."

The audience burst into laughter again.

"puff"

"So real! It's so real!"

"Myojin has spoken our hearts!"

"For the sake of the host, I would gladly face death nine times over!"

Cheng Ming paused, his gaze suddenly becoming somewhat profound. He looked into the distance, as if recalling some past event: "Moreover, I think this song expresses a spirit of perseverance."

The host was taken aback: "Persistence?"

How can stealing be associated with perseverance?

Cheng Ming nodded and said in a serious tone, "Look, for a goal (a 70-pound computer), he carried it all the way from Shanghai to Beijing, then to Dali, only to find that his original intention hadn't changed (he couldn't sell it), so he carried it back to where he started."

"Isn't this a testament to dedication to one's dreams? Isn't this a manifestation of staying true to one's original aspirations?"

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