Reborn as a comedic artist

Chapter 92 Mysterious Confidence

Just then, a crowd had gathered around them.

They originally came to watch the spectacle, thinking these strangely dressed people were making a fuss, but as they watched, the coaches' expressions changed.

A middle-aged coach with dark skin and a cigarette between his fingers walked over. He looked at Wang Shuo with a complex expression, as if he had found a kindred spirit.

"brother."

The middle-aged coach threw his cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out. He then stretched out his calloused hand and tightly grasped Wang Shuo's hand: "Who wrote these lyrics...?"

Wang Shuo paused for a moment, then pointed at Cheng Ming: "He..."

The middle-aged coach turned to Cheng Ming, his eyes even a little moist: "Young man, you wrote it well, especially that line about sending you to the next room," it really touched my heart. I have a female student like that under my tutelage, and I'd even pay her to leave."

Several coaches around them nodded in agreement and started complaining all at once, turning the scene into a "coaches' venting session".

"That's right, last time someone mistook the accelerator for the brake and almost sent me flying into the flower bed."

"Mine was even more outrageous. She asked me how many pedals were on my bike, and she said four, including my feet."

Seeing this, Cheng Ming's smile deepened.

Art originates from life, and this is the essence of emotional resonance.

However, Wang Shuo and Lin Yiyi performed exceptionally well, which put pressure on him and Zhao Yufeng instead.

Zhao Yufeng, in particular, not only has to act but also sing.

Thinking of this, Cheng Ming turned his gaze to the female warrior: "You've seen Da Shuo and Sister Panda's performance, now it's our turn!"

Zhao Yufeng kicked off her high heels, stood barefoot on the scorching cement, and struck an extremely alluring starting pose: "Hmph? Today I'll show you what a female student's mysterious confidence really is...!"

The same BYD, the same driver's seat, only the air pressure inside the car is completely different.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Cheng Ming, facing Zhao Yufeng who was gripping the steering wheel with an excited expression, deeply understood what it meant to dance on the edge of a knife.

Zhao Yufeng adjusted her posture, and the deep red, waist-revealing sari she wore made a rustling sound as she moved.

The seatbelt ripped across her ample chest, outlining a breathtaking curve. She stood barefoot on the clutch, her long toes even excitedly gripping the floor mat.

"Click".

Zhao Yufeng tossed her long, wavy hair with an extremely dashing air, and raised an eyebrow at Cheng Ming with her exotic-looking face: "Ready? This heroine's driving skills have been proven in real combat."

"Of course I'm ready, but I heard someone failed their driving test twice, and last time they almost crashed into the driving school's wall!"

Cheng Ming twitched the corner of his mouth, and even the large beard prop couldn't hide the suspicion in his eyes.

The female warrior blushed inexplicably, her eyes darting around for a moment, before she puffed out her chest confidently: "That's called exploring the limits of the vehicle! Enough talk, once you're in, you're a guest, so hold on tight!"

Cheng Ming took a deep breath, seemingly calm, but his right hand gripped the roof railing tightly without making a sound.

Outside the car window, Li Feng, holding a camera, gave an "OK" sign, and his voice came through:

"Action!"

That catchy, addictive, curry-flavored Indian anthem "NeeJathaga" makes its comeback once again.

"Thump! Thump!"

As soon as the intro started, that inexplicable, neck-shaking rhythm instantly filled the entire cramped carriage. The handsome Indian coach, driven to nervous breakdown by the students, instantly transformed into his new self.

At this moment, Cheng Ming's face carried a mixture of mockery, indifference, and nonchalant despair.

He tilted his head, glancing sideways at Zhao Yufeng beside him.

Zhao Yufeng suddenly twisted the key.

"Sizzle—sizzle!"

Because of excessive force and not fully depressing the clutch, the sound of starting the engine was like an amputation operation being performed on this brand-new BYD.

Cheng Ming's deep eyes widened instantly, his finger slamming into the ignition switch. In his thick curry accent, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Hey, break it off and give it a push! What's the point of breaking it if you can't start it? You really struggled with your driving test!"

As he sang this line, Cheng Ming's body swayed violently with the rhythm, gripping the overhead handrail tightly with one hand, as if he would be thrown out of the car if he let go.

This is not just a performance; it's an emergency evacuation.

Because Zhao Yufeng, that idiot, is really flooring the gas pedal!

The car hadn't even been put into gear yet when she slammed it in, causing it to shake violently. The whole car seemed to be dancing disco in place, and the engine emitted a wail of strain.

Faced with the coach's criticism, Zhao Yufeng showed none of the shame that Lin Yiyi did.

Instead, she raised her chin, her eyes gleaming with an "I'm the best" light, and while dramatically swaying her upper body to the music, her deep red sari dancing like flames, she turned to Cheng Ming and sang:

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"Hey Coach, don't be angry. You don't need to grip so tightly. I have a strange sense of confidence this time."

After she finished singing, she even winked at Cheng Ming.

That fearless, youthful spirit was both confident and foolish, beautiful and deadly.

Looking at her like that, a certain image instantly flashed into Cheng Ming's mind.

It was a sunny afternoon, and Zhao, just as confidently as ever, said, "Leave it to me," and then stepped on the gas, taking him into the cornfield behind the driving school.

Cheng Ming abruptly released the armrest, his large hands waving in the air. As the music reached its climax, he nearly sprang from the passenger seat, pointing at Zhao Yufeng and launching into a tirade: "You said the same thing last time, then turned around and drove me through a cornfield, crashing more than ten meters into it—I still remember it vividly!"

Every note in this song carries an indictment of past painful experiences.

After he finished singing, Cheng Ming slapped Zhao Yufeng hard across the forehead of his head, which was covered by a gold headscarf.

Of course, as a professional actor, he controlled his strength very well; it sounded loud, but it didn't actually hurt.

But this sudden slap still stunned Zhao Yufeng.

She was stunned by the blow, instinctively shrinking her neck, a look of confusion flashing in her eyes as she stared blankly at Cheng Ming.

In that instant, Cheng Ming did not pause at all.

His face, covered in black powder, suddenly loomed close to Zhao Yufeng, his eyes fixed on her hand. His voice rose abruptly, filled with a hysterical terror: "Looking at the road, shifting gears, touching my leg? Wait, turning on the wipers, are you asking for rain?!"

The words, coupled with Cheng Ming's terrified expression, were immediately uttered.

Zhao Yufeng was startled by Cheng Ming's sudden outburst.

The script didn't say it was this fierce!

Her hand, which was about to shift gears, trembled, and she instantly lost her sense of direction.

That warm, soft hand, adorned with delicate manicures, didn't touch the cold spot; instead, it firmly gripped Cheng Ming's inner thigh.

She even unconsciously pinched him hard because of nervousness.

"hiss"

Cheng Ming gasped, his face contorting in shock.

Last time it was a knee strike, this time it's Eagle Claw Kung Fu!

This claw strike is no less powerful than the "pinch your hip" from the quirky folk song by Yun Sheng!

It almost turned out to be a second fatal blow.

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