Reborn as a comedic artist

Chapter 96 Upholding One's True Principles and Integrating Knowledge with Action

As the security door slammed shut, Wang Shuo's panicked footsteps in the hallway completely disappeared, and the room returned to its deathly silence.

Cheng Ming stood still, listening to the occasional car horns outside the window, and looked around.

This is no place for a human to live.

The studio was a complete mess, like a pigsty that had just been ransacked.

The tripods lay haphazardly, and the backdrop was piled up in a rumpled mess in the corner.

The most dangerous thing was that huge desk, which at this moment presented a spectacular scene resembling a "World Expo"!

The leftover wonton box from yesterday, the half-empty soda bottle from the day before yesterday, and the scattered lens caps...

The data cables were tangled together.

"Half an hour"

Cheng Ming glanced at the time on his phone screen and sighed resignedly.

I rushed into the bathroom, scooped up some cold water and splashed it hard on my face to wake myself up completely!

That's when the "speed cleanup" mode was activated, and the action was so fast that it even left afterimages.

First, kick Wang Shuo's stinky socks, which reek of a biological weapon, deep under the bed. If you can't see them, they don't exist.

Then, with a wave of his hand, he stuffed all the takeout boxes on the table into a large black garbage bag, tied it tightly, and did so smoothly without any hesitation in sorting them.

The main idea is "out of sight, out of mind." As for how to resolve the issue next time, that's a problem Cheng Ming needs to consider next time.

Twenty minutes later.

The room, which originally resembled a post-war ruin, was not particularly clean, but at least it looked like someone could live there, barely meeting the minimum standard for a human living environment.

Cheng Ming even went so far as to spray some SⅰGod (Six God) floral water into the air in an extremely affected manner, trying to cover up that faint otaku vibe.

He had just poured himself a glass of water, but hadn't even had a chance to take a sip to moisten his throat.

"Knock knock knock".

A series of rhythmic knocks came from the door.

The blows were neither hurried nor slow, each one seemingly calculated, striking precisely at the heartbeat, carrying a strange sense of pressure.

coming.

Cheng Ming put down his water glass, took a deep breath, and put on a nonchalant expression.

With steady steps, he walked over and opened the door.

The moment the door opened.

A faint yet highly aggressive scent of high-end perfume wafted over, instantly dispelling the cheap floral water smell in the room.

A tall figure stood at the door.

Those captivating, foxy eyes were slightly upturned, and with a flicker of their gaze, they seemed capable of stealing one's very soul.

Chen Yao wore a well-tailored black fitted blazer with a low neckline, over which she wore a deep V-neck black silk camisole. Her fair skin stood out against the black background, and her deep collarbones exuded a cool and sexy vibe.

Her lower body was clad in a bodycon skirt that was extremely demanding on her figure, and her long legs, covered in black stockings, were straight and slender. She wore a pair of seven-centimeter red-soled high heels, the heels of which were like sharp blades, nailed to the floor.

She exudes an aura that perfectly blends a workplace elite with a worldly enchantress, possessing both the competence of a leader and the allure of someone capable of bringing ruin to a country.

She dragged a small silver suitcase, her gaze sweeping over Cheng Ming as if examining a newly unearthed rare treasure. A playful smile curled at the corner of her lips: "What? Aren't you going to invite me in? Or perhaps—there's some 'Heroine Zhao' hiding inside?"

His voice was languid, with a rising tone at the end, carrying a hint of jealousy.

Cheng Ming stepped aside to make way, shrugged, and said frankly, "Ms. Zhao is probably still struggling with her driving test and messing up the next car at the driving school. She doesn't have time to deal with me. My place here is small, so it can only accommodate a big shot like you."

Chen Yao chuckled lightly and, without any ceremony, walked straight in on her high heels.

"Da, da, da."

The sound of high heels clicking on the old floor was particularly clear in this relatively spacious but simply furnished space, each sound like a tap on Cheng Ming's nerves.

The house, which is 140 or 150 square meters, is certainly not simple!

But for a top influencer who goes viral across the internet and whose videos can cause an earthquake, this is somewhat pathetic.

The walls were slightly dark, and there was a pile of photography equipment in the corner. There were no expensive decorative paintings or genuine leather sofas. If any internet celebrity with a net worth of tens of millions and millions of followers lived in a place like this, it would probably seem unbelievable, and people would even suspect that they were trying to create a "hard-working and simple" persona.

But as Chen Yao watched all this, the smile in her eyes grew stronger and stronger.

She took off her blazer and casually hung it on the rickety clothes rack by the door, her movements incredibly graceful.

The coat was removed, revealing a tight black tank top underneath that made it hard to breathe.

Those stunning curves were fully unleashed at this moment, rising and falling slightly with each breath, creating a powerful impact.

"You live here?"

Chen Yao, wearing high heels, walked around the room, her slender fingers tracing the slightly old desk before finally stopping in front of Cheng Ming's high-spec computer, whose case was somewhat worn.

"What? You're disgusted?"

Cheng Ming closed the door with a crisp "click," which sounded particularly clear in the quiet room.

"dislike?"

Chen Yao turned around, leaned against the desk, and supported herself on the table with her hands behind her.

This pose makes her chest appear more upright, and her waist arches in a striking curve.

She looked at Cheng Ming with no trace of disdain in her eyes, but rather with admiration, even—worship.

"Nowadays, internet celebrities who gain a little fame are eager to buy sports cars and live in large apartments, as if they want to have the words 'I am rich' engraved on their foreheads, afraid that others will not know that they have become rich overnight."

"You're something else."

Chen Yao gently shook her head, a captivating smile curving her lips, her eyes dreamy: "A single business deal is worth hundreds of thousands, enough to buy this house with just a casual commercial order, yet I'm still stuck in this doghouse, guarding this pile of junk."

She strode towards Cheng Ming.

Those beautiful legs, clad in black stockings, moved with a rhythm that made one's blood boil with every step.

"Cheng Ming, you're a really strange person."

Chen Yao turned around and approached Cheng Ming step by step.

Her aura was overwhelming; with each step she took, the oppressive feeling grew stronger, and the temperature in the air seemed to rise accordingly.

She stopped when the distance between them was less than ten centimeters.

Cheng Ming could even feel her warm breath spraying on his neck, carrying a faint scent of perfume that went straight into his nostrils.

Chen Yao tilted her head slightly, her beautiful eyes fixed on Cheng Ming's eyes. She stretched out a finger painted with dark red nail polish and gently poked Cheng Ming's firm chest muscles, her fingertip swirling along the muscle texture.

"As an artist, I have to dedicate myself to art every now and then, where would I find the time for all this nonsense!"

Cheng Ming's body was tense, but his mouth was still running like a train, trying to build a defense with words.

"Oh right, otherwise how could they have made such a magical and brainwashing video? The camera work, the rhythm, I was almost nodding my head along with that Indian song in my dreams."

If others said that, Chen Yao would only feel disgusted and hypocritical.

But hearing these words from Cheng Ming, she was completely convinced.

These days, there are very few people who can be consistent in word and deed and in action!

Moreover, Cheng Ming is still so young, and this pure quality is like a deadly poison to a woman like her who has been through the ups and downs of fame and fortune.