Reborn as a comedic artist

Chapter 95 You can dodge the first day of the month, but you can't dodge the fifteenth.

Chengdu, studio.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the blinds, dappling the messy floor.

Cheng Ming, who was at the center of the media storm, was completely unaware that he was in the eye of the storm.

He lay sprawled on the bed, one leg dangling over the edge, fast asleep.

"Buzz—!"

The phone on the bedside table suddenly vibrated, making a sickeningly loud scraping sound in the empty room.

Cheng Ming frowned, groggily reached out and groped around on the bedside table, finally managing to grab his phone. He squinted at the caller ID.

A single character—"Chen"—was prominently displayed on the screen.

Cheng Ming's previously muddled mind instantly cleared up, and he raised an eyebrow slightly.

陈？

Who else could it be but that woman far away in Shanghai?

Since his last trip to Shanghai, Cheng Ming has been dealing with Chen Yao, this troublesome woman, by adopting the principle of "silence is golden, I will not move unless the enemy moves".

After all, if you get involved with a woman of this caliber, you'll definitely suffer from anything from mild back pain to severe kidney deficiency.

But he didn't expect that what was bound to happen would eventually happen.

You can run from the first day of the month, but you can't hide from the fifteenth.

Cheng Ming sighed helplessly, swiped his thumb across the screen, and pressed the answer button.

Before he could even speak, that familiar yet slightly aggressive, seductive voice came through the receiver: "Xiao Ming, congratulations, you've swept the entire internet again."

His voice was languid, with a hint of hoarseness from just waking up, yet it was like a little hook, tickling the heart.

Cheng Ming smiled, leaned back comfortably, and said, "Master Chen, you're quite well-informed. It's really kind of you to be so caring towards me from so far away, sending your greetings so early in the morning."

"A thousand miles away?"

A soft laugh came from the other end of the phone, and the background noise seemed to include the sound of a broadcast announcing flight information.

Chen Yao, who had just gotten off the plane, pushed up the sophisticated gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose.

Beneath that beige bodycon dress were her long legs encased in black stockings.

The high heels clicked crisply and rhythmically on the airport's gleaming marble floor.

It attracted frequent glances from passing travelers, and several men with suitcases almost bumped into airport pillars because they were so engrossed in watching it.

She lowered her voice deliberately on the phone, her voice carrying a seductive charm that could send shivers down your spine: "No, no, no, my sister just arrived at Rongcheng Airport."

"It's because I watched your mesmerizing videos and got completely brainwashed. I'm really angry right now, so I specifically sought out you, my top coach, to vent my frustration."

"Clatter!"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Ming's phone slipped from his hand like a hot potato and crashed heavily to the floor.

He sprang off the bed, exclaiming in surprise, "Holy crap!"

This woman is absolutely ruthless!

Their ability to act is simply outrageous.

It's practically a mountain on the path to godhood for Sigma men!

Cheng Ming took a deep breath, calmed himself, and bent down to pick up his phone from the ground.

"Have we arrived?"

He glanced at the time on his phone; it was just past 10 a.m.

It's worth noting that the flight from Shanghai to Chengdu takes at least three hours, not including the travel time to the airport and the complicated security check process.

The thought that this woman might get up at five or six in the morning, before dawn, to put on makeup and catch her flight made Cheng Ming feel an immense pressure.

How much obsession must that be?

Cheng Ming couldn't help but gasp, "Did you come by rocket?"

"I'd rather ride a rocket than not have a proper conversation with you, a gold medal coach."

As Chen Yao walked out of the airport terminal, a wave of heat hit her, but she didn't care at all.

She hailed a taxi, her long, slender fingers gleaming white in the sunlight.

Once seated in the back, her tone was domineering and direct, brooking no argument: "Send me the address. I'll be there in half an hour. Get ready to pick me up."

After saying that, she hung up the phone without giving Cheng Ming any chance to refuse or make an excuse.

"Beep—beep—beep—"

Hearing the busy tone from his phone, Cheng Ming shook his head helplessly.

It seems I really need to show off my skills this time, otherwise this hurdle might be difficult to overcome.

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Ming casually tossed it back onto the bedside table, not even having time to get up and get dressed.

A huge black shadow appeared abruptly beside his bed, as if by teleportation.

"My goodness!"

Cheng Ming was startled and looked closely.

Wang Shuo's large face was now filled with terror, his eyes wide like copper bells, staring intently at Cheng Ming, as if the phone call he had just received was some kind of death warrant from hell.

"That commotion just now—was that that vixen Chen Yao?"

Wang Shuo's voice trembled, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down with difficulty.

Cheng Ming glanced at him, slowly picked up a T-shirt from the bedside and put it on, covering his lean upper body. A half-smile played on his lips: "You've got sharp ears, huh? What, you said last time that the girls in Shanghai are a murky place, and I can't handle it? How about I give you a chance to experience the pleasure of being a rich woman's steel wool?"

"I'll come...?"

Wang Shuo let out a strange cry, and all the fat on his body trembled.

The next second, that 180-pound muscular body displayed astonishing agility, which defied the laws of physics.

Without saying a word, he turned around and rushed to his room, grabbed his backpack and started frantically stuffing things into it.

Power bank, earphones, and a half-eaten bag of potato chips —

"No! My dear father, I am too unlucky to enjoy such immense wealth. You keep it for yourself!"

As Wang Shuo tidied up, he kept glancing nervously toward the door, his eyes filled with panic, as if Chen Yao would burst in at any moment and tear him apart.

"You know, that woman—no, that Chief Host Chen—is too cunning! This woman is too skilled; only a Sigma man like you could barely hold your own. What about me?"

He stopped what he was doing, made an extremely exaggerated throat-slitting gesture towards Cheng Ming, and said with a tragic expression, "I guess not even bone fragments will be left."

Looking at this guy's cowardly appearance, Cheng Ming couldn't help but laugh and scold, "Pathetic! You're supposed to be the top student in our Sichuan Conservatory of Music's Photography Department, how come you get so scared just from hearing a woman's name? Can't you act like a man?"

"Is this an ordinary woman? She's a fox spirit from a ghost story!"

Wang Shuo slung his bag over his shoulder, did a final check to make sure he hadn't missed any crucial evidence (like the hard drive), and then stood at the door.

Suddenly remembering something, he turned back, patted Cheng Ming on the shoulder with a serious expression, and said in a somber tone as if he were giving a final farewell: "Old Cheng, although I'm loyal, I won't feed kills to the enemy in this kind of high-level game that involves the safety of the lives of the lower classes."

"It is precisely at times like these that your composure is put to the ultimate test, brother."

"As the saying goes, I won't go to hell—whoever wants to go can go!"

After saying that, he ignored Cheng Ming's reaction, quickly went to the door, and pulled open the doorknob.

As if supported by vicious dogs, it dashed into the darkness of the stairwell.

That speed was twice as fast as his 1,000-meter run during his physical fitness test back then.

All that remained was a shout echoing in the corridor: "Old Cheng! You must uphold male virtue! I, your brother, unconditionally support you in getting out of danger!"

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"Bang!"

The security door slammed shut with a loud bang.

Cheng Ming listened to the fading footsteps and shook his head helplessly.

That fatso, he's all talk and no action, but when it comes to actually running, he's faster than a camera shutter.

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