Reborn as a comedic artist

Chapter 97 Sigma Man, the Pulling God

As she spoke, she leaned forward slightly, and the scent of her perfume became even stronger, almost enveloping Cheng Ming entirely: "Especially that look in his eyes, that sense of despair as if he had seen through the world, he acted so well, it was simply an Oscar-worthy performance."

"but----"

Chen Yao changed the subject, her fingers slowly sliding down Cheng Ming's chest, tracing the outline of his abdominal muscles, and finally stopping an inch above the belt buckle. Her voice became somewhat dangerous, like a beautiful snake flicking its tongue: "I see you have quite a lot of energy, you can still sing and act in the passenger seat, making such a fuss."

"Since you have so much energy, why haven't you replied to any messages these past few days? Hmm?"

The last syllable rose slightly, carrying a clear sense of questioning and dissatisfaction.

Cheng Ming felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

The woman's hand felt like it was electrified; wherever it touched, it sent shivers down my spine.

He calmly grabbed Chen Yao's mischievous hand, his palm burning hot, while maintaining his composed smile, striving to uphold his Sigma bottom line.

"Isn't this all about serving the people and spreading traffic safety knowledge? This is a great thing that brings good karma."

"Besides, Chief Administrator Chen is extremely busy. How could I dare to disturb him? If I were to delay your multi-million dollar project, I wouldn't be able to afford the compensation even if I sold myself."

Don't give me that.

Chen Yao gave a soft snort, then grabbed Cheng Ming's hand and intertwined their fingers.

Then, she exerted her strength and leaned forward, pushing Cheng Ming so that his back was pressed tightly against the cold wall.

"Thump!"

The two of them instantly became incredibly intimate.

This is practically a standard wall slam, only it's been reversed.

Chen Yao stood on tiptoe, her red lips almost touching Cheng Ming's earlobe. Her warm breath sprayed onto his sensitive skin, her voice low and husky, with a hint of seductive tremor: "Popularize traffic safety?"

"Perfect timing! I'd also like to get my driver's license. I wonder if Coach Cheng would be willing to take me on as a student?"

"I want to learn the kind of private lessons that require one-on-one instruction."

"Especially when shifting gears, I can never find the right position, and the feel is not right, so it is easy to stall the engine."

Cheng Ming cursed inwardly as a monster.

The car was accelerating too fast, without even using its turn signal, speeding wildly on the highway, the wheels were almost running over our faces!

He looked down at the stunningly beautiful face so close to his.

If it were an ordinary man, faced with a beauty of this caliber throwing herself at him, he would probably have already surrendered, become a devoted admirer, and wish he could rip his heart out to show her.

But who is Cheng Ming?

He is a Sigma man with a system!

He is a man determined to stand at the pinnacle of art!

Faced with such blatant temptation and provocation, we must never show weakness.

Once you show weakness and lose the battle of wills, you'll be completely under this woman's thumb, with no chance of ever turning the tables.

Cheng Ming's lips curled up slightly, revealing a roguish smile, and a glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes.

He didn't flinch. Instead, he lowered his head, looking directly into Chen Yao's eyes, his gaze clear yet tinged with a hint of mockery. He even leaned closer, asking, "Want to learn how to shift gears?"

"That won't do."

"You've seen my teaching style; it's quite harsh, and most people can't handle it."

"and----"

Cheng Ming paused, then pulled his hand out of his grasp and reached it toward Chen Yao's face.

Chen Yao's breath hitched, thinking he was about to touch her cheek.

To everyone's surprise, Cheng Ming simply pushed up the delicate gold-rimmed glasses on her nose with his fingers, a gesture that was both flirtatious and restrained: "I have a rule, I only teach the slow learners, not the clever ones."

"Someone as smart as Chen Da, who understands things immediately, is someone I'm afraid of teaching his apprentice and then starving himself. What would become of my reputation as a top coach then?"

Chen Yao was stunned for a moment.

Clearly, they hadn't expected Cheng Ming to remain so calm and composed under these circumstances, and even be able to retaliate.

The admiration in her eyes deepened, and a desire to conquer grew wildly in her heart, spreading like weeds.

This man is definitely different from those spineless cowards who only know how to flatter and can't walk past women.

The more this happened, the more she wanted to see what he would be like when he completely lost control after shedding this calm facade.

"Yeah?"

Chen Yao did not back down; instead, she took it a step further.

She pressed her entire body against Cheng Ming's, her proud curves pressing against his chest without reservation, bringing an amazing elastic touch, and filling his arms with soft, warm fragrance.

She raised her hand, took off her glasses, and casually tossed them aside.

"Smack."

Without the glasses to conceal it, the allure in her eyes was almost overflowing; they were so watery, it seemed like they could drown you.

"I'm not afraid of rough treatment."

"The rougher it is, the more excited I get."

As for whether he's stupid or not—

Chen Yao stuck out her tongue and gently licked her red lips, her eyes hazy, her voice so soft it could melt water: "I can be really clumsy in front of Coach Cheng."

"So stupid—I need you to teach me everything, I don't even know how to hold a steering wheel."

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

An ambiguous atmosphere fermented wildly in the cramped entryway, the temperature rising steadily, as if a spark could ignite and explode the entire room at any moment.

Cheng Ming felt that his composure was being tested like never before.

This isn't about venting your anger.

This is clearly an attempt to set fire!

This woman is practically a walking arsonist!

At this critical moment, Cheng Ming suddenly spoke up, his tone becoming extremely serious: "In that case, let's go pay the tuition first, and warm up the car while we're at it."

Chen Yao was taken aback, her movements faltering, a hint of confusion flashing in her eyes: "What?"

In that instant of her dazed state, Cheng Ming seized the opportunity, turning sideways and slipping out of Chen Yao's grasp like a slippery eel.

"call----"

He walked to the water dispenser, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it all in one gulp. The icy water slid down his throat, barely suppressing the heat in his heart.

Then, turning to look at Chen Yao, who was still in the wall-slamming position and seemed somewhat taken aback, he said in a serious tone, "My private lessons are very expensive."

"Furthermore, you have to eat before class; that's the rule."

Cheng Ming rubbed his stomach and let out a rumbling sound that completely ruined the atmosphere: "I'm hungry, Host Chen. Now that we're in Chengdu, shouldn't we treat your coach to a proper hot pot meal?"

"After all, you need to be well-fed to have the strength... I'll teach you how to shift gears."

He deliberately emphasized the word "shift gears," his eyes full of teasing: "As for warming up the car, it's something you have to experience to understand, it's easy to tire out the kids, we have to be gradual!"

Chen Yao stared blankly for a few seconds at Cheng Ming, who was standing a few meters away with a wicked grin on his face, as if nothing had just happened.

Then, she burst out laughing.

She laughed so hard her body trembled, her chest heaving, and that alluring charm instantly transformed into a hearty laugh.

"Okay, Xiaoming."

She picked up her glasses again, put them back on, adjusted the frames, and regained some of her intellectual demeanor.

But the burning passion in his eyes didn't diminish at all; instead, it seemed like a ember buried beneath the ashes, burning even brighter.

"Sister, I'm looking forward to your next move!"

Chen Yao picked up the blazer hanging on the clothes rack, casually draped it over her shoulders, turned around and opened the door first, then turned back and gave Cheng Ming a flirty wink: "Let's go, Coach Cheng, I'll take you to eat the spiciest hot pot."

"I hope this will shut you up, you're just a mouth that only knows how to annoy people."

Cheng Ming shrugged, muttering, "The spiciest? I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it and won't be able to walk tomorrow. Don't blame me for a teaching accident then."

"Then we'll have to see what you're capable of."

Outside the door, the sun is just right.

A contest over "driving skills" has only just begun.