Reborn as a comedic artist

Chapter 93: I have to carry the teammates I chose, even if it hurts.

You have to carry your chosen teammates to the end, even if it's painful!

Cheng Ming, with tears in his eyes, didn't break character at all. Instead, he used the excruciating pain to make his facial expressions even more distorted and vivid, and the grief and indignation of being harassed by the female hooligan practically overflowed the screen.

Zhao Yufeng also realized that he had touched the wrong place.

The texture is off! The muscle should be firm but not too soft!

Her face flushed red, and in her panic, she tried to pull her hand back. With her other hand, she frantically fiddled with the lever next to the steering wheel, attempting to hide her embarrassment.

"Swish—swish—swish"

The previously still windshield wipers suddenly went berserk and began to dance wildly, making a screeching sound on the dry glass, as if providing accompaniment to this absurd scene.

At this moment, Zhao Yufeng completely lost his composure.

The gear wasn't engaged, but the accelerator was slammed on, and the windshield wipers were swaying wildly in front.

The scene was quite chaotic at one point.

But who is she?

She is Zhao Zilong, the fierce Zhang Fei of the Yan and Zhao lands, who charged in and out seven times, shedding blood and sweat but never tears!

Even if your skills are terrible, you must not lose your momentum!

Ignoring the windshield wipers still whirring and the car still revving, she craned her neck, facing the empty road ahead, and sang with a death-defying, almost desperate, air, "Oh no, Coach, there's a traffic cop ahead...!"

That shout perfectly captured the shameless act of someone who, despite having caused the trouble, tries to shift the blame to the traffic police for checking their vehicle.

Her voice even trembled slightly because of her guilty conscience, which made it sound even more genuine.

Cheng Ming took a deep breath; his helplessness seemed to reach the heavens.

He stopped struggling, slumped in his chair like a salted fish that had lost its dreams, staring blankly at the car roof, and sang in a disillusioned, ready-to-die tone: "Do you have a criminal record? Drive carefully and don't get distracted, look, there's someone ahead, run them over!"

This phrase is incredibly powerful.

Zhao Yufeng, who was still inexplicably confident and trying to overwhelm everyone with his aura, changed his expression instantly upon hearing the words "hit someone".

That deep-seated fear of traffic accidents finally overwhelmed her confidence.

Zhao Yufeng abruptly lifted both hands from the steering wheel, waving them wildly in the air as if trying to push away some unseen monster, and cried out in a panic, "How can this be? No, no!"

He shook his head like a rattle drum, the gold ornaments on his head jingling and hitting his face with a crackling sound.

The car was still idling and coasting. Although it wasn't going fast, no one was holding the steering wheel, and the front of the car began to slowly drift into the bushes on the side.

Cheng Ming was truly devastated.

Looking at this woman who wasn't even holding the steering wheel and was just doing some kind of shamanistic dance with her hands, he felt like he was already queuing up for soup on the Bridge of Helplessness.

He clutched his head, his body huddled in the cramped passenger seat, letting out a deep, guttural wail: "Why don't you slow down? I'm so unlucky to have run into you!"

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

The indignation, like "What sins did I commit in my past life to deserve being taught to drive in this one?" and "Did my ancestors' graves emit auspicious smoke?", echoed throughout the training ground through Cheng Ming's penetrating voice.

The car finally came to a stop with a loud thud as its right front wheel hit the curb.

Cheng Ming remained curled up with his head in his hands, motionless, as if he had already passed away.

As night deepens, the neon lights of Chengdu illuminate this leisure capital with an exceptionally languid glow.

"Phew—finally done."

Li Feng sat in front of the computer, his eyes bloodshot, but his eyes, hidden behind his glasses, shone with an astonishing brightness.

The sound of keyboard typing stopped abruptly.

On the screen, the progress bar finally reached 100%.

This is not just a video; it is an electronic poison that he spent 70% of his effort and two hours to perfectly blend "Brother San's camera work" with "Rongcheng Driving School".

It's past midnight!

Just when most people on the internet had already fallen asleep, and only those who were obsessed with cultivating immortality were still tirelessly scrolling through their phones, the video was quietly released.

In the Bilibili lifestyle and entertainment section, the account jointly managed by Cheng Ming and Wang Shuo, which boasts nearly six million followers, quietly updated with two posts.

The title is concise yet exudes a strong sense of abstraction:

When an Indian driver with a failing degree encounters a brilliant but misplaced confidence in his driving test...

The cover is absolutely stunning.

On the left is a pair of Wang Shuo and Lin Yiyi!

The main character is the silly and cute Xiaobaihua versus Wang Shuo's big face covered in black powder, looking utterly hopeless, with two white marks on the corners of his eyes from being washed with glass water.

On the right is the Cheng Ming vs. Zhao Yu duo!

The second video echoes the first, and although the students have very different personalities and styles, they both highlight the deep helplessness of the two coaches.

There was no preheating.

There was no publicity or promotion.

But the moment the video was released, the data monitoring line in the background seemed to be injected with adrenaline, instantly drawing up a nearly vertical red line!

"It's been almost three days and there's still no news. Looks like this guy is really too busy to keep up..."

"

Chen Yao opened her phone and tried her best to defend Cheng Ming.

Apart from the proactive attack the day after the Three Heroes fought Lü Bu, they did not actively cause trouble after learning that Cheng Ming was extremely busy.

For several days in a row, the number she had specially marked disappeared without a trace, as if it had vanished into thin air.

She was getting impatient when she suddenly received a notification pop-up saying the video had been updated!

"Um?"

Chen Yao's beautiful eyes lit up, and a charming smile curved her lips as she lightly tapped the screen with her fingertips.

Once the video has finished loading, it will begin playing.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

A powerful, penetrating drumbeat, imbued with the rich flavor of the Ganges River, instantly shattered the tranquility of the bedroom.

The video begins.

The scene shifts, and Wang Shuo's large, dark face fills the entire screen. Accompanied by his distinctive head-shaking manner, he speaks with a strong curry accent: "You've been taking your driving test for three years, and you've driven away eight instructors—"

"this--!"

Chen Yao's wine glass slipped from her hand and stained the snow-white bed sheet red.

She didn't bother wiping herself, staring wide-eyed at the screen, laughing so hard her whole body trembled, her chest heaving so violently it was dizzying.

"Where did this bastard find these words? They're so mean!"

As the video progresses, Lin Yiyi's startled, quail-like actions, the devilish "swish" of the windshield wipers, and Wang Shuo's desperate, soul-deep screams intertwine.

That absurd humor, combined with the rousing and cheerful Indian dance music, creates an extremely eerie and magical effect.

Especially the part where Zhao Yufeng appears.

"Zzzzz—!"

Amidst the engine's mournful groan, Zhao Yufeng confidently shifted into neutral and revved the engine, while Cheng Ming, in the passenger seat, swayed wildly to the rhythm, clutching his thigh in terror.

The live chat exploded at that moment.

The screen was flooded with "hahahahaha" comments.

"Holy crap! This smell is so strong! I can smell the Ganges River!"

"Myojin truly lives up to his name; there's nothing he can't do!"

"Who is that female student? I need all her information in three minutes! That confident stupidity is just too much for me!"

"Holy crap, I hadn't even noticed until you pointed it out. Hey upstairs, he's aiming at Lady Zhao!"

Am I the only one who feels sorry for that dark-skinned coach? His eyes seemed to have seen through the cycle of life and death...

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"I'm a driving instructor. I just watched the video and already took my nitroglycerin pills. It's so relatable; this is my daily routine!"