Reborn as a comedic artist

Chapter 98 Learning by Doing

Afternoon, at a driving school!

Chen Yao leaned against the passenger door of the training vehicle.

Although her exquisite makeup was waterproof, the fine beads of sweat on her forehead still made the usually glamorous host look somewhat disheveled.

The camisole that was originally meant to be paired with a blazer and exude intellectual charm now clung to her body alone, its shape accentuated by sweat, the fabric clinging to her skin with each breath.

The bodycon skirt restricted her movements, forcing her to lean awkwardly against the wall.

As for that expensive little blazer? She had already tossed it into the back seat because it was too hot.

Cheng Ming...

Chen Yao clenched her teeth and stared resentfully at Cheng Ming, who was squatting in the shade of the car front putting on makeup.

The deeper the love, the more intense the hate!

She was truly impressed by this sixth brother.

She even took her pants off, and this was supposedly a "tuition fee heating cart"?

They did eat hot pot, but Cheng Ming ate the clear broth himself while constantly piling the premium tripe and duck intestines from the spicy broth into her bowl!

She ate until she was sweating profusely, her face flushed, and she felt like she was on fire.

I thought this was foreplay, some fun, that the man had finally figured things out and wanted to try something exciting.

The results of it?

Cheng Ming's words, "Tuition paid, car warmed up, time to get to work and learn the skills..." directly dragged her, amidst her joyful anticipation, to this godforsaken driving school!

The huge driving school was completely empty at this moment!

Clearly, even the coaches and students knew to avoid direct confrontation.

But this guy, under such a blazing sun, actually decided to create videos.

"Is it done yet? How much longer do you need to work on it?"

Chen Yao kicked the tire irritably, making a dull "thump" that sent shivers down her spine.

Annoyed, he urged, "If you want to see me sweat, isn't the hotel gym better? It has air conditioning, and..."

'

She didn't finish her sentence, but the implications in her words were already quite explicit.

Cheng Ming didn't respond at all. He stood up and dusted off his hands.

"Sister Chen, isn't that a narrow-minded approach?"

At this moment, Cheng Ming was wearing a tattered straw hat that he had somehow gotten his hands on!

The brim of the hat was torn, revealing a few strands of hair damp with sweat.

He even had a white towel and a silver whistle, the authenticity of which was unknown, hanging around his neck.

This eclectic outfit, paired with that striking face with its sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, surprisingly exudes a strange sense of harmony, as if preparing to perform a piece of performance art called "rustic and earthy."

"Hotel gyms are for building physical fitness, but we're building our souls! Besides, when inspiration strikes, it's unstoppable."

As Cheng Ming spoke, he handed Chen Yao the hastily written script and lyrics.

"Look at this script, these lyrics, this concept, it's absolutely brilliant."

Chen Yao took the crumpled paper, glanced at it, and her lips twitched involuntarily.

Is this what you call artistic conception?

This is clearly meant to drive all driving instructors in the world to the brink of a stroke!

Cheng Ming pointed to Li Feng, who was running towards them under the blazing sun, carrying equipment, and a mischievous smile crept across his face: "Besides, the cameraman has gone to all this trouble, so today we're focusing on learning by doing!"

"I've already thought of a title—'Do you really have to take the driving test?' This is the final installment of the driving school trilogy. It's better to be early than late. I hope Sister Chen can work with me to complete it."

Li Feng ran like a wild dog, the camera bag hanging around his neck fluttering up and down with each step, slapping against his chest; it looked painful.

"I'm not acting."

Chen Yao rolled her eyes, slammed the script on the hood of the car, turned around, opened the car door, and was about to get in and turn on the air conditioning when she said, "It's so hot, I'm going back to the studio. You can act with thin air by yourself."

"Don't do that!"

Cheng Ming strode over, his long legs blocking the car door.

He lowered his head slightly, his deep eyes gazing at Chen Yao through the shadow of his straw hat. His playful expression vanished instantly, replaced by a focused gaze that made one's heart race.

The change in his gaze was so rapid that Chen Yao was caught off guard.

"Sister Chen, you've come all this way."

"and..

"

Cheng Ming lowered his voice slightly, enticingly saying, "Didn't you just say you wanted to learn those...one-on-one private lessons, especially about shifting gears, and finding the right position!"

boom-

Chen Yao felt as if something had exploded in her head.

This man is looking at people like that again!

Even knowing it's a trap, even knowing he's acting, looking at that handsome face so close, that alluring yet distant feeling...

Ruoli's pulling was simply irresistible.

"you----"

Chen Yao's eyes flickered, but she forced a strong aura, reached out and grabbed the towel hanging around Cheng Ming's neck, pulling him closer to her until their noses almost bumped together.

"Okay, I'm all in, but after the performance, you'd better actually teach me how to drive!"

"Of course, but this is a bit difficult. If I spend too much energy on acting and it doesn't turn out as Sister Chen wishes, then don't blame me."

Cheng Ming grinned, his words carrying a double meaning.

After saying that, he turned around and came to Li Feng, who had just touched the ground and was still panting.

"Old Li, time is of the essence! Get the camera set up! This lighting is amazing, side-backlighting. Sister Chen has come all this way to Chengdu, we have to show her the utmost hospitality and give her a unique experience!"

Li Feng threw his heavy camera bag on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

He wiped the sweat from his face and pushed up his glasses that had slipped down to the tip of his nose.

Although he was exhausted, the moment he heard the word "lighting," his professional instincts kicked in, and his eyes lit up: "Don't worry, Lao Cheng! I understand lighting and shadow!"

"The sunlight coming from the side and behind perfectly outlined the sheen of Sister Chen's hair, and the texture of sweat flowing down her skin—tsk tsk, I guarantee I'll capture Sister Chen looking both tragic and beautiful, that kind of despair tinged with sexiness, absolutely explosive!"

Compared to Wang Shuo, who had the desire but not the courage, Li Feng's purity surpasses Cheng Ming's once he enters the filming field!

Chen Yao: "————"

What kind of adjective is "both tragic and beautiful"?

But now she was in a difficult situation, and her competitive spirit had also been stirred up.

Zhao Yufeng was able to portray the Ganges Girl so vividly. To be honest, Chen Yao is an outstanding student in the broadcasting department. How could she not even be able to play a female student well?

Whether it's appearance or acting skills, she's far superior!

Chen Yao is a woman of action. Once she decided to "outshine everyone else," that ruthless drive typical of career women instantly came through.

She casually gathered her long, sweat-dampened hair, leaving a few stray strands hanging by her ears. Combined with the glistening beads of sweat on her collarbone, the sense of desolation was instantly amplified.

"Bring me the script."

Chen Yao reached out her hand, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Cheng Ming handed over the paper on the car hood, along with an unopened bottle of mineral water, his eyes filled with appreciation: "That's right, Sister Chen, you have to learn to enjoy your surroundings. This high temperature and this sweat are special effects makeup bestowed by God."

Stop being so cheeky.

Chen Yao unscrewed the water bottle, tilted her head back, and took a swig. The water slid down her slender neck and disappeared into the bottomless ravine.

She quickly scanned the script, her brow furrowing and relaxing intermittently, before finally curling into a cold smile: "This plot you wrote for the finale is pretty ruthless...!"