Reborn as a comedic artist

Chapter 82 I still love your rebellious side

on the stage.

Cheng Ming's heart skipped a beat when he looked at the host in front of him, whose eyes were burning with passion.

He knew that look all too well.

If Zhao Yufeng was the kind of wildness that wanted to devour him alive, then the host in front of him was the kind of intelligence and greed that wanted to dissect him, eat him whole, and even boil his bones into soup.

Cheng Ming subconsciously took a half step back, but quickly regained his balance.

Are you kidding me? What kind of situation hasn't he seen? A mere female demon, could she possibly eat him up?

Adhering to the principles of building high walls, storing up grain, not taking initiative, and not refusing (crossed out)!

Cheng Ming quickly put on his signature harmless smile and confidently raised the microphone: "Ahem, you flatter me, you flatter me."

He pointed to the people behind him: "It's mainly because everyone was there to support us, and my godfathers—oh no, my teammates—cooperated well."

When the word "godfather" was mentioned, the audience burst into laughter.

These days, the generational hierarchy in college dormitories is really messed up; it's common to see fathers being kind and sons being filial.

Cheng Ming smoothly changed the subject: "Of course, it also owes a debt to our professional host. The atmosphere just now was so great that I almost thought I was having my own concert."

Wang Shuo, who was standing next to him, rolled his eyes dramatically. The touching atmosphere from just now was instantly ruined by this guy.

"Old Cheng, you've changed."

Wang Shuo spoke into the microphone with a pained expression: "You've become opportunistic, you've become slick. I still prefer your defiant, defiant self, the one who wanted to fight the whole world..."

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"Get lost," Cheng Ming said with a laugh.

Chen Yao was amused by the two's banter and covered her mouth with a soft laugh.

But his gaze remained fixed on Cheng Ming, unable to look away.

Even when Cheng Ming was making witty remarks or acting silly, she saw it all as a unique kind of charm.

"Hehe, Xiaoming is really humble and polite."

Chen Yao took a step forward, getting closer to Cheng Ming, so close that Cheng Ming could smell her strong but not pungent fragrance, mixed with a hint of mature woman's unique body scent.

"No matter what, you are undoubtedly the brightest stars of the entire event today."

Chen Yao was very pleased with Cheng Ming's praise.

Even though she knew it was just polite talk, hearing it from this man made her feel incredibly comfortable.

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As she spoke, she subtly pulled a fine business card from the pocket of her business suit.

The business card wasn't made of ordinary paper, but a special kind of paper with a frosted texture, and it even still felt warm from her body.

"This is my personal contact information."

Taking advantage of the handshake, Chen Yao slipped her business card into Cheng Ming's palm.

The two hands touch each other.

Her hands were soft and delicate, without any calluses, and were very well maintained.

Just as Cheng Ming was about to pull his hand back, Chen Yao's little finger suddenly hooked gently in his palm.

It was a very light touch, but it was very itchy.

Cheng Ming felt a tingling sensation on his scalp, and goosebumps rose all over his body.

Seeing Cheng Ming's momentary stiffness, Chen Yao's smile deepened, her eyes holding a meaningful glint as she lowered her voice and said, "I hope to hear your 'answer' privately—about music, or—something else."

Cheng Ming felt a tingling sensation in his palm, and his lips twitched wildly.

Could the implication be any more obvious?

This woman is interesting.

However, as a man with a system, Cheng Ming's main characteristic is his carefree attitude.

He simply nodded and smiled symbolically, then casually slipped the business card into his pocket—a smooth and effortless movement.

"I'll definitely ask for your advice when I have the chance," Cheng Ming replied with a jack-of-all-trades statement.

Chen Yao released her grip with satisfaction and turned to continue with the next steps.

however.

What Cheng Ming didn't know was that Chen Yao's provocative little gesture, while fooling the audience, hadn't escaped the sharp eyes of someone behind her.

Behind the drum kit.

Zhao Yufeng stared intently at Chen Yao's swaying figure, his eyes blazing with fury.

That old woman!

How dare you seduce my man right in front of me?!

Still holding hands?

Zhao Yufeng grew angrier and angrier, and the angrier he became, the more agitated he became.

The once incredibly strong red walnut drumstick in her hand groaned under the strain of her years of weightlifting.

"Click"

With a crisp snapping sound, the drumstick that had accompanied her on the battlefield was broken in half by her single hand.

The broken edges were jagged and sharp, like the fangs of some kind of weapon.

Gu Xiao, who was standing to the side, was startled by the commotion and turned to look.

Zhao Yufeng was holding a broken drumstick in his hand, a chilling smirk on his face, and muttering something to himself.

Gu Xiao, who knew a little about lip reading, vaguely recognized that it seemed to be three words: "fox, fox, spirit".

The cheers from the audience gradually subsided.

But the lingering heat that sent chills down your spine lingered for a long time.

He had been all lovey-dovey, but in an instant he switched to a nonchalant and irresponsible attitude.

That concludes today's performance.

Cheng Ming's voice was languid, conveying a sense of relaxation, as if he had finally gotten off work.

"Thank you all for tolerating our nonsense, and thank you for listening to our affected and unreasonable arguments. I was almost moved to tears myself."

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The audience members, who had been feeling inexplicably sad while listening to the inspirational song, burst out laughing.

Tears were still on her face, but her mouth was already stretched to her ears in a wide grin.

This is Cheng Ming.

One second you'll be crying like a dog, the next you'll be laughing like a pig.

"Remember, no matter how bad life gets, don't forget to steal—cough cough!"

Cheng Ming seemed to realize something; it was some kind of muscle memory etched into his DNA. He quickly coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment.

Don't forget to find your own happiness.

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the entire room before finally settling on the direction of the exit.

"Let's go! Back to grab the main unit! If we're late, we won't even be able to get a fan!"

After saying that, Cheng Ming waved his hand.

The movement didn't resemble that of an artist taking their final bow; it was more like that of a mountain bandit who had just pulled off a big heist and was preparing to retreat.

He turned away gracefully, without the slightest hesitation.

Wang Shuo followed behind eagerly.

This burly man, standing at 1.85 meters tall, was carrying a guitar, his back bent like a boiled shrimp, looking exactly like a newly joined underling.

"Godfather! Wait for me! I want to buy one too!"

Zhao Yufeng casually tossed the broken drumstick into the trash can.

A crisp "clang" was heard.

She strode after him, her ponytail whipping out a sharp, whip-like motion behind her head.

That presence, that aura.

It didn't seem like a celebration; it seemed more like a revenge trip, or a way to capture the woman who dared to slip Cheng Ming her business card and tear her to pieces.

Gu Xiao and Lin Yiyi walked hand in hand.

One is as aloof as an iceberg snow lotus, the other is as innocent and cute as the girl next door.

Their backs are both aloof and adorable, complementing each other in a strangely harmonious way.