Reborn as a comedic artist

Chapter 84 The Battle of the Crystal

The chaos behind the scenes continues, but the outside world has turned upside down.

While Cheng Ming and his friends were fighting tooth and nail over business cards in the lounge, the clip of the performance was spreading like wildfire across various platforms.

With the added fuel of Bilibili, Shuyin, and fans, the situation quickly escalated.

My WeChat Moments feed has been flooded with comments.

It suddenly appeared on Weibo's trending topics list.

Bilibili's homepage topped the charts.

Even in a chaotic place like Da Shou, there is a place for him.

As the biggest beneficiary and the alliance's agent, Tencent acted swiftly upon hearing the news.

Wherever there is a screen, it is almost completely covered by the words "Shuyin" and "Chengming".

Those headlines were all incredibly sensational; even UC's shocking news department would have to admit they were experts.

Shocking! A university band openly taught theft techniques at a comic convention! Blogger personally tested and confirmed they work!

The comments section under this video had a unique style, filled with people tagging police forces from all over the country.

"@ChengduPingAn, I suggest a thorough investigation. This method is too skillful; it doesn't seem like an act. I suggest checking the family tree."

"I was wondering why my graphics card suddenly went black while I was at the internet cafe. Turns out this guy stole it by following the network cable!"

"Officer, this is the man! He stole my heart—and my wallet too!"

Immediately afterwards, another video appeared at rocket speed.

"Hilarious! One second he's stealing a computer, the next he's singing until the audience is crying—what kind of incredible split personality is this?"

The video was edited in an extremely tricky way.

In the first half, Cheng Ming developed stealthily, his eyes darting around. He was truly stealing; even his lookout action was full of the vicissitudes of someone who had "been there."

In the second half, the style suddenly changes, and the heart-wrenching "Your Answer" sounds like every high note is about to blow the top of your head off.

This extreme contrast directly broke through the psychological defenses of netizens.

"This is the same person? I don't believe it! Unless he gives me back the keyboard he just stole!"

"This mental state is a perfect reflection of contemporary college students! Crazy during the day, depressed online at night! Diagnosed, a fellow patient!"

"Is this art? I love it! This slightly sickly feeling is just perfect!"

There are even tech-savvy content creators who analyze videos frame by frame.

The entire internet is searching for "Master Ming"! This man who carried a 70-pound computer across China has become an internet sensation!

"Everyone, look closely at the point of activation in that biceps movement, and the compensatory motion in that lower back. This is definitely the work of a trained professional! You couldn't possibly portray that kind of heaviness without at least three years of experience carrying bricks on a construction site!"

"And that fat guy next to him, that look in his eyes, that micro-expression of 'My godfather saved me,' it was simply Oscar-worthy!"

A storm belonging to "Shuyin" and to Cheng Ming has only just begun to brew.

however.

The few people at the eye of the storm had no time to pay attention to the online uproar.

Because the tension in real life is a hundred times stronger than online.

"Knock knock knock"

The urgent knocking sounded like a life-saving bell, instantly shattering the romantic yet murderous atmosphere in the lounge.

Zhao Yufeng's long leg, which was currently across Cheng Ming's waist, suddenly stiffened and instinctively tried to spring up.

However, because her movements were too large, and the sofa was already narrow, her sudden movement almost resulted in a fatal blow.

"hiss--!"

Cheng Ming gasped!

Realizing something was wrong, Zhao Yufeng hurriedly tried to comfort him, but was slapped away by someone. As the instigator, Zhao Yufeng was inexplicably embarrassed and flustered, so she got up from Cheng Ming and straightened her slightly disheveled clothes. However, her heaving chest betrayed her inner panic.

"Please come in!"

Gu Xiao remained calm, as if the "hand-to-hand combat" had never happened, and called out to the door in a cool voice.

The door was pushed open.

A slightly greasy, but smiling, middle-aged face peeked in.

The visitor was none other than Lao Zhang, the person in charge of the small, dilapidated station's living area.

Although Old Zhang is only in his early thirties and in the prime of his life, his hairline has already receded like the tide, leaving a smooth, shiny forehead that shines under the overhead light!

Those are the unique badges of honor for internet users, the crystallization of wisdom condensed from countless nights spent writing weekly reports and chasing KPIs.

"Hey, Brother Cheng! Everyone's here? Hope we didn't disturb your rest?"

As soon as Old Zhang entered the door, he automatically spotted Cheng Ming, who was sprawled on the sofa, and rushed over in two steps, his enthusiastic manner as if he had seen his long-lost father.

Just over a month ago, Lao Zhang was still worried about the data traffic in the residential area.

The gaming section next door is making a fortune thanks to a few entertaining streamers, and the anime section is full of otaku dance girls. But his lifestyle section is lifeless, full of mundane posts like "What I ate today" and "Where I'm going tomorrow".

With year-end KPI assessments approaching, Old Zhang is so worried that his hair is falling out in clumps, and he's about to have to get a hair transplant.

Who would have thought that Cheng Ming, this dark horse, would suddenly emerge!

From his role as a magician of light and shadow, this kid seems to have been cheating, his journey is full of sparks and lightning.

Especially during today's anime convention performance, Lao Zhang was moved to tears watching from the audience, and he wished he could rush up and hug Cheng Ming's leg and call him "Dad".

This is hardly a content creator.

This is clearly a walking KPI! A living bodhisattva who saves people from suffering!

"Brother Cheng! You've worked so hard! You've worked so hard!"

Old Zhang gripped Cheng Ming's hand tightly with his large hands and shook it up and down with such force that Cheng Ming, who had just suffered a severe injury, grimaced again.

"Today's performance was absolutely amazing! It was truly incredible! Our residential area really got some recognition this time! Even the big boss just sent me a WeChat message with high praise!"

Cheng Ming struggled to pull his hand back, enduring the soreness in his inner thighs, and managed a polite smile.

"You're too kind, Brother Zhang. It's all thanks to the platform that I had the opportunity. I'm also grateful for your help."

"Xiao Ming, don't give me that fluff with your older brother!"

Old Zhang waved his hand grandly, exclaiming with boundless enthusiasm, "Tonight it's my treat! Our team absolutely has to celebrate! I've already booked the place; we're drinking until we drop!"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Ming's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

He always tries to avoid these kinds of social engagements; he'd rather go back to his hotel and lie down than drink and chat.

But Lao Zhang is an official after all, and he has indeed taken good care of him. In Bilibili, you can't refuse to give him face.

"Alright, then I'll trouble you, Brother Zhang."

"Hey, I told you not to be so polite with me, we're all brothers here...!"

After Old Zhang finished speaking, he seemed to remember something and mysteriously stepped aside towards the door.

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Chen has had a long day too. He was working so hard on stage just now, managing the flow of the event. His voice is almost hoarse from shouting. It's good that we're all here together. It's fate that we're connected. In the Shanghai entertainment circle, more connections mean more opportunities!"

Old Zhang had barely finished speaking when

The air in the lounge seemed to freeze for a second.

Immediately afterwards, the crisp sound of high heels clicking on the floor, accompanied by a faint scent of perfume, wafted in from the doorway.

"Hey Xiaoming, you're not going to turn down your older sister, are you?"

A graceful figure slowly walked in.

Chen Yao had clearly dressed up carefully.

The elegant and sophisticated business attire she wore on stage has vanished, replaced by a black, form-fitting dress.

The dress was incredibly daring, with a neckline that was just right—not too revealing, yet subtly revealing her cleavage, sparking endless imagination.

The skirt was very short, barely covering a third of her thighs. Her two long legs, wrapped in black stockings, gleamed delicately under the light, and every step she took felt like stepping on a man's heart.

At this moment, she wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, which added a touch of intellect to her already charming eyes.

A smile played on her lips as she stared directly at Cheng Ming without any attempt to hide her gaze.

Tired after a long day?

That was said to Old Zhang.

Upon hearing that she was going to have dinner with Cheng Ming tonight, the woman was instantly energized, as if she had been injected with chicken blood. She even took the time to touch up her makeup.

"Cough cough————"

Wang Shuo, lying on the floor, keenly sensed the murderous aura. He silently shrank back into the corner, pulling his guitar case over to cover half his face, muttering, "Amitabha, form is emptiness, take care, godfather—"

really.

Before Cheng Ming could speak, the temperature in the lounge dropped eight degrees.

Zhao Yufeng's previously calmed emotions exploded again the moment he saw Chen Yao's outfit.

She stared intently at the woman in front of her, who exuded a seductive aura, her striking eyebrows raised, and her fists clenched involuntarily.

This doesn't look like a host at all.

She's clearly a vixen waiting to steal crystals!

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