Reborn as a comedic artist

Chapter 83 The waters of Shanghai are too deep; you can't handle them.

Crowds surged, and the heatwave continued.

As those figures disappeared into the shadows behind the curtain, the thousands of audience members below seemed still in shock.

That feeling was strange.

Feeling lost and disappointed.

It feels empty.

Those last few minutes felt like a bizarre yet incredibly real dream.

In my dreams, there are roars, catharsis, and a heroic ambition to pierce a hole in the sky.

The dream is over, and the dream we created has run away.

Is that all?

I haven't seen enough yet!

I haven't recovered from that jolt that shot straight to the top of my head!

"One more!!"

I don't know which corner it was, but someone shouted at the top of their lungs, their voice was a little distorted.

The sound was like a spark igniting dry firewood.

Immediately afterwards, a wave of sound surged back, instantly drowning out the previous silence.

"Don't go, Myojin!!"

"I haven't heard enough!!"

Please sing "Your Answer" again!

"I'd even steal those headphones one more time! We'll crowdfund to buy them for you!!"

Shouts of pleas for her to stay rose and fell, and several emotional fans in the front row even tried to rush over the security line to stop her, as if they were going to kidnap her.

however.

Cheng Ming did not turn around.

With his back to the audience, he didn't do the clichéd emotional gesture of turning around and waving; instead, he simply raised his right hand with remarkable nonchalance.

He made an extremely flashy "V" sign in the air.

Two long, strong fingers swayed under the light.

Then, the figure completely disappeared behind the thick curtain.

When I went to the clothes, I learned the name and the name.

It leaves behind only a legend, a story that people will talk about with relish, and which may be repeatedly mocked in the parody community.

The screams from the audience grew even louder, as if this silhouette was more impressive than any of the previous interactions.

only.

If these fans had X-ray vision, or if there were a camera following them backstage, their illusion of him as the "arrogant god of pranks" would probably shatter into nothingness.

As soon as I entered the backstage channel.

It shut out the noise from the outside world.

That dashing and upright image crumbled instantly.

As if his spine had been removed, Cheng Ming's once straight back instantly hunched over, and he even started to walk with an unsteady gait.

"Oh my god... I'm exhausted..."

7

Pushing open the door to the lounge, Cheng Ming practically tumbled and crawled toward the long sofa that looked incredibly welcoming.

"Doing live shows is really inhuman. I don't know how those concert organizers manage to stay in the line of work. I just can't do it anymore..."

"

He slumped on the sofa without any regard for his image, his vest soaked with sweat and clinging tightly to his back.

He grabbed the collar of his T-shirt and fanned himself frantically inside.

"Old Wang, quick, water! My throat's parched! This whole singing and acting session almost killed me!"

Wang Shuo's condition was even worse than his at this time.

He simply tossed the expensive guitar aside and slid onto the floor with such fluidity that it was as if he were a lump of mud.

"Don't call me... I'm a useless person now..."

"Old Cheng, you son of a bitch...did you secretly add something to that lift just now? Huh?!"

Wang Shuo gasped for breath, pointing angrily at the ceiling and complaining, "This wasn't part of the rehearsal! I feel like I wasn't carrying air, but two bags of cement...!"

"Get lost! That's the weight of emotions! You don't understand!" Cheng Ming retorted weakly.

"What kind of emotion is that! And that high note just now, I feel like I almost burned my throat trying to match it... Now my stomach feels empty, just echoing, like all my internal organs have shifted..."

"

The lounge was filled with a limp, post-disaster-like atmosphere.

Just as these two grown men were shamelessly comparing their misery,

A series of crisp, menacing footsteps approached.

Zhao Yufeng walked over.

She looked down at the two unseemly men.

Those long, powerful legs looked particularly imposing at that moment.

He scooped two bottles of mineral water from the ice bucket next to him, clicked twice, unscrewed the caps, and handed them over.

"Alright, stop pretending to be dead."

Zhao Yufeng crossed her arms over her chest, her proud curves squeezed into a breathtaking arc by her arms.

"We've had our water and are out of breath, it's time to get down to business."

Cheng Ming had just caught the water and tilted his head back to gulp it down. The icy liquid slid down his throat, but before he could swallow it, he was choked by Zhao Yufeng's next words.

"Where's the business card that vixen gave you? Hand it over."

"cough--!"

Cheng Ming almost spat out his water, but managed to hold it in, coughing repeatedly as he did so.

"What vixen? She's just a TV host! It's just a normal business collaboration!"

Cheng Ming sat up straight, his face calm and composed, and said with an air of righteous indignation, "What stage are we at now? The initial stage! We need to build high walls and store up ample supplies. Judging from her appearance, she should have quite a few resources in Shanghai's social circles. She's a potential partner for us; that's connections!"

He became increasingly convinced of his own reasoning, and his voice even rose a few decibels: "Besides, given her professionalism, we'll inevitably need her if we ever organize a tour or something—having more friends means having more options!"

"I don't believe you for a second!"

Zhao Yufeng sneered, completely unmoved by such tactics.

She stepped forward, disregarding her image, and delivered a deadly scissor kick.

Those strong, long legs were clamped around Cheng Ming's waist, creating an oppressive feeling and instantly blocking all of Cheng Ming's escape routes.

The sofa creaked under the strain.

Zhao Yufeng grabbed Cheng Ming by the neck, his rough movements carrying a hint of intimacy that only the two of them understood, and his other hand reached directly into Cheng Ming's pocket.

Play is play, and jokes are jokes!

On matters of principle, there shall be no ambiguity!

Although she and Huang Yuxi were in a competitive relationship, it was an internal conflict within Shuyin, and Huang Yuxi was an upright person, so they could simply rely on their own abilities.

But Chen Yao is different!

Just now on stage, the way that woman looked at Cheng Ming, those flirtatious little gestures, that undisguised aggression...

This vixen from Jiangdong is clearly no pushover!

To prevent someone from getting so caught up in the fun that they forget everything else, or even from continuing the music and dancing!

She, Zhang Fei of Yan and Zhao, and Zhao Zilong of Changshan, must step forward to clean house.

"Even if we need to, I still have to vet her! The way she touched your hand just now wasn't about discussing cooperation; she was trying to seduce you!"

Zhao Yufeng gritted his teeth, practically clinging to Cheng Ming.

"Holy crap! You're just doing vetting, what are you doing?! Are you trying to kill someone?!"

Cheng Ming's neck was being strangled, his face turning bright red. He twisted into a pretzel on the sofa, having to grab Zhao Yufeng's thighs with both hands to maintain his balance.

It felt warm and firm to the touch, full of elasticity.

But he felt no enjoyment at all; all he felt was his health points dropping rapidly.

"Don't move! I'm willing!"

Zhao Yufeng gritted her teeth, and as their bodies became increasingly intimate, her cheeks turned a dark red, whether from anger or embarrassment, it was hard to tell.

"Besides business cards, what else do you have in your pocket that you're hiding? Why are you so secretive about it?"

"Strategist! Aren't you going to step in and do something about this?"

"Does she look like she's trying to check me out? She's clearly trying to take advantage of my weakness to rob me of my money and my virtue!"

Cheng Ming had no choice but to seek help from outside the arena.

Gu Xiao sat in front of the makeup mirror not far away.

She was slowly wiping her stage makeup off with a cotton pad.

The mirror reflected the erotic yet violent "wrestling" scene on the sofa.

Gu Xiao's eyes were calm and unwavering, even carrying a hint of amusement.

She put down the makeup remover pad, turned around, and a faint smile appeared on her delicate and aloof face.

Gu Xiao added casually, "Yu Feng, search carefully. That woman is obviously not someone to be trifled with. She's a master of playing hard to get. Her business card might even have her hotel room number printed on it."

"What the heck! Strategist, you've gone astray too?!"

Cheng Ming's voice was slightly weak as he complained, his eyes filled with despair: "You weren't like this before! Where did that aloof and rational Gu Xiao go?"

Lin Yiyi watched the spectacle from the sidelines, not wanting it to get any worse.

This naive girl even took out her phone to find the best angle to photograph the two wrestling.

"Wow, that armbar was so cool! Ming looks like he's about to collapse... I have to record this..."

"Old Wang! Help!"

Cheng Ming was utterly desperate and could only place his last hope on Wang Shuo, who was lying on the floor.

on the floor.

Wang Shuo turned over, his back to them.

He reached out and scratched his buttocks in a very perfunctory manner, his lewd gesture revealing a detached indifference as if he had seen through the vanities of the world.

Wang Shuo's muffled voice came through, tinged with schadenfreude: "Don't call me Godfather. We're all in dire straits right now, and besides... I think the heroine is right!"

After speaking, Wang Shuo paused, his tone becoming earnest: "Old Cheng, listen to my advice, the women in Shanghai are a murky place, you might not be able to handle them..."

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