Reborn as a comedic artist

Chapter 90 Fennel-Style Body Technique Part 2

three days later.

The media company's affairs have basically returned to normal.

A driving school training ground in Chengdu.

Even though it was already afternoon!

The air still carried the mixed smell of burnt rubber tires and clutches.

The trainees are enduring the scorching heat, practicing driving skills such as reversing into a parking space with the same arduous effort as donkeys pulling a millstone.

In the most secluded corner of the training ground, Lin Yiyi had no choice but to confront the nightmare of driving test part three that had tormented her for over a year.

Of course, this isn't actually the driving test, but rather the second installment of Cheng Mingwei's unique style, borrowing from the internet celebrity "Brother Hao" to create an Indian version of the driving test, while also giving a shout-out to BYD's GG cars.

Next to a brand new BYD training vehicle.

Wang Shuo's massive frame was squeezed into the passenger seat, his voice trembling with a tragic, almost resolute air: "Old Cheng, I'm confirming one last time, are we really doing art, or are we messing with me?"

In the past, whether it was carrying cement or being a fat dragon in the sky, Wang Shuo could tolerate it!

But now he's wearing a red headscarf that looks like it was picked up from some street stall, and his originally honest features have been painted black and shiny by the temporary makeup artist Zhao Yufeng.

He also had two exaggerated mustaches stuck to his mouth, and he was wearing a yellowish shirt with a fluorescent green vest that read "Gold Medal Coach" on top.

He practically had Indian idioms plastered on his forehead, and his massive physique even gave him a greasy, Bollywood-esque air about him.

Lin Yiyi, standing to the side, was in no better shape.

She was wearing an inexpensive green sari and a headscarf.

After Zhao Yufeng's makeup, with a red mole placed between her eyebrows, she looked exactly like a traditional young Indian woman who had suffered the hardships of life.

But those big eyes were now filled with clear stupidity and a natural fear of the steering wheel.

Cheng Ming stood outside the car, dressed in the same Indian outfit, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

Holding a folding fan, he patted Wang Shuo on the shoulder earnestly: "Da Shuo, you've been with me all this way, don't you believe in my creative abilities? This shoot is a triple win!"

"This not only represents the bold innovation of our Reverse Current Media, but also, incidentally, a quick GG!"

"Of course, most importantly, it represents the sentiments of many coaches—a deep sense of helplessness towards road hazards and drivers who frequently need to retake tests. This is the resonance of art, you understand?"

Looking at his reflection in the rearview mirror, which was as black as charcoal, Wang Shuo almost burst into tears: "A deep sense of helplessness..."

""

"I understand the coach's predicament, but Lao Cheng, you also need to understand my predicament!"

"Even though I'm incredibly famous and wealthy now, if this image gets back to my hometown in Shandong, and my dad finds out I'm playing an Indian, he'll really grab a shovel and fly over Mount Tai overnight to clean house..."

'

"Pfft—"

'

Sitting in the driver's seat, Lin Yiyi couldn't help but burst into laughter, clutching her stomach and shaking her headband. "Brother Shuo—no, Third Brother, actually, after looking at it for a while...it's actually quite realistic, really, it has that special quality..."

It tastes like curry.

"Yiyi, you've really become bad."

Wang Shuo looked utterly dejected, and with that distinctive Chinese accent mimicking an Indian, he even habitually shifted his head from side to side.

Just then, the sound of high heels clicking on the ground came from behind.

"I think this Indian design is really bizarre. This sari is really hard to hold tight, it's so tight I can't breathe."

With a wild complaint, Zhao Yufeng walked over from the locker room.

Although he had previously competed with Chen Yao in a flamboyant fashion show by wearing a particularly daring blue tank top, Zhao Yufeng had never felt as stressed as he did today.

The usually breezy and confident Zhao was now dressed in a deep red, waist-revealing sari, with a golden headscarf draped over her head.

Her long, waterfall-like hair was permed into big waves and casually draped over her shoulders.

The elaborate makeup stripped away her usual fierceness, adding a breathtakingly alluring touch to her eyes and brows.

The tight-fitting dress perfectly outlined her S-shaped curves, and her ample bosom, along with her long, voluptuous legs in high heels, was partially visible through the hem of the skirt, so dazzling it hurt the eyes.

Because of her skin color, she amazed everyone at this moment, truly demonstrating what it means to have a visually stunning and exotic look.

"Holy crap—"

Wang Shuo stared wide-eyed, even forgetting his own gender and species.

His mustache nearly fell off: "Heroine, this is practically a natural performance! You're not an Indian dancer, you're a femme fatale from the Ganges!"

Zhao Yufeng awkwardly tugged at her skirt, adjusted her clothes which felt a little tight around her chest, and glared fiercely at Cheng Ming: "I'm going all out for this lousy script of yours. If it becomes a laughing stock online, I'll take it out on you tonight!"

"Just relax. The contrast between us—people who could rely on their looks but choose to rely on their talent, and whose talent is ultimately used for comedy—is so striking that if this doesn't reach new heights, I'll just walk into your house and propose marriage..."

""

Cheng Ming looked him up and down, his clear eyes filled with professional scrutiny, and gave his assurance.

"Get out, get out of here!"

Zhao Yufeng cursed irritably, but his cheeks flushed slightly.

Cheng Ming turned to look at Li Feng, who was adjusting the equipment.

Today, Li Feng was dressed in all black overalls, wearing a baseball cap, and holding a Sony A7S2 in his hands, looking as focused as if he were handling a precision experimental instrument.

Even on a filming set filled with unusual species, he maintained absolute professionalism.

"Fengzi, is the camera position set up?" Cheng Ming couldn't help but ask.

Li Feng gave an "OK" sign, his face full of anticipation: "The lighting is perfect, the composition is fine. I have to say, Lao Cheng, although your ideas are bizarre, you really have a knack for visual presentation. This kind of high-saturation color combined with the absurd plot is very impactful."

"That's natural."

The former Hao Gege became incredibly popular thanks to him, even making it to the United Nations.

His own team believed they had surpassed their predecessors and had no reason not to be successful, which is why he became a hands-off manager.

After all, the two scenes were mainly designed to develop the relationship between Lin Yiyi and Zhao Yufeng.

Each person can take on one, so there shouldn't be much of a problem for him to take on Zhao Yufeng.

All the pressure fell on Wang Shuo!

As for Lin Yiyi, she can simply play herself.

She only needed to portray the female trainee who was flustered and could drive the coach crazy without saying a word, or rather, she didn't need to act at all.

"All departments, prepare!"

Cheng Ming clapped his hands, picked up a tattered wooden board he'd found somewhere to use as a clapperboard: "Indian Guy VS Driving Test Part 3, First Action!"

As preparations were complete, the accompaniment of the curry-flavored Indian anthem "Nee Jathaga" began to play.

Wang Shuo took a deep breath and gradually got into the zone.

His already large eyes widened, the whites of his eyes standing out starkly against his dark face.

As the music played, his neck began to move flexibly from side to side, gradually releasing the feelings of helplessness, vicissitude, and the desire to die yet the fear of dying.

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