Reborn as a comedic artist

Chapter 99 Making the best use of people's talents and resources

More than half an hour later.

For the average person, this short period of time might just be the time it takes to watch a few more short videos!

But for Chen Yao, who was sitting in the driver's seat of the Santana at this moment, it was nothing short of a torture test against the limits of heat resistance.

The air conditioning in the car was indeed on.

But this made little difference to Chen Yao, who was wearing a suit.

She took a deep breath and made one last adjustment in front of the rearview mirror.

Since you've decided to act, you have to act convincingly.

Chen Yao reached out and vigorously wiped the dust off the car door, then without hesitation, wiped it off her usually well-maintained face.

A dark gray finger mark suddenly appeared on the once delicate tip of her nose.

This is not over yet.

She raised her hand and roughly rashly messed up her newly styled long hair, leaving a few strands stuck to her sweaty neck.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Chen Yao adjusted her facial muscles.

The shrewdness, competence, and commanding presence she usually exuded as a top-notch host vanished as quickly as the tide receded.

Instead, there was a blank stare, a slightly open mouth, and a sense of "clear stupidity" and panicked helplessness.

"call----"

Chen Yao exhaled a breath of stale air, though she was still seething with anger at being tricked by Cheng Ming, that sixth brother.

But looking at that figure outside the car through the windshield, she found herself unable to look away.

The sun was scorching, and the ground was steaming with heat.

Cheng Ming was bending over, gesturing with his hand to indicate the viewfinder.

That focused expression, that dashing air that even wearing a tattered straw hat and a white towel couldn't conceal.

Even Chen Yao couldn't help but sigh in amazement!

Is this what they mean by "men are most handsome at work"?

I have to admit, this damn man really does have the magic to make people ignore their surroundings and logic.

"All departments, prepare!"

Cheng Ming's voice interrupted Chen Yao's reverie.

He didn't get into the car immediately, but instead walked around the front of the car. His steps were so heavy that it was as if his feet were filled with lead. Even before he started acting, an aura of "life is meaningless" had already spread out.

Then, the passenger door was opened.

Cheng Ming plopped down inside, bringing not only a wave of heat but also the hormonal scent of a young man.

He wasn't holding a script, which meant he clearly knew the lines by heart.

"Bang bang!"

Cheng Ming raised his hand and struck the thin sheet metal roof of the car twice, producing a crisp and penetrating sound.

"Action!"

With this command, the air inside the narrow carriage seemed to freeze instantly, then expand outwards with a strange tension.

The camera slowly zooms in, like a peering eye, peering through the windshield and locking onto the man in the passenger seat.

Cheng Ming's expression was changing at a visible speed.

His brows were tightly furrowed, the corners of his mouth drooped down, and the light in his eyes was completely extinguished, leaving only a deathly stillness of having seen through the world and despair over the intelligence of the creature beside him.

There was no music, only the occasional chirping of cicadas coming from outside the car window.

"well"

A long sigh.

This sigh, full of twists and turns, seemed to be squeezed out from the deepest part of the chest, carrying a hint of helplessness.

Three parts sorrow, four parts suicidal thoughts.

Immediately afterwards, Cheng Ming spoke.

The singer's voice, reminiscent of a wanderer from an ancient city, carries an inexplicable sense of vicissitude. If you didn't listen to the lyrics, this would definitely be a deeply moving title track that could make your ears pregnant.

But when that tune came out, Chen Yao almost couldn't keep her expression straight.

"I've waited so long~ and you still won't leave~"

This isn't singing; it's clearly telling a story of a coach's blood and tears!

After singing that line, Cheng Ming suddenly reached out his hand.

Chen Yao subconsciously held her breath, watching the large, well-defined hand reach towards her side.

Is this to help me fasten my seatbelt?

Although it was acting, Chen Yao's body stiffened slightly in response, and a hint of shyness and embarrassment appeared on her face, her eyes darting away.

however.

Cheng Ming did grab Chen Yao's seatbelt buckle, but he simply pulled it out of the passenger seat and returned it to the driver's seat.

"Click!"

A crisp click of the latch sounded particularly jarring in the quiet carriage.

Chen Yao:

The shyness on her face hadn't even faded before it froze at the corner of her mouth, finally turning into a look of disdain—which, of course, perfectly matched the character of the "confused trainee" in the script.

Cheng Ming slowly withdrew his hand and raised his head.

He held up a trembling finger, pointing it at Chen Yao's feet, his voice suddenly rising an octave, even carrying a hint of a sob: "You're really troubled by those three pedals under your feet~ You treat the clutch like the brake, and the accelerator like the clutch!"

The moment those lyrics were uttered, accompanied by that trembling finger, it was enough to break the hearts of anyone who heard it and bring tears to their eyes.

The camera instantly cuts to a close-up of the car's interior.

Li Feng had somehow gotten onto the hood of the car, and the camera cut straight down through the windshield.

on the screen.

Chen Yao clutched the crookedly drawn notebook tightly in her hand. It contained simple diagrams of the clutch, brake, and accelerator drawn in red marker, with several large question marks next to them.

She was muttering to herself, as if she were reciting some kind of spell.

And beneath her feet, her bare feet, long since stripped of their high heels, were staging a disastrous "tap dance."

.

Her fair, rounded toes curled up in tension, tentatively exploring between the three pedals, but unable to find the right place to land.

With his left foot on the brake, he slammed his right foot onto the accelerator.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The old Santana engine roared in agony, like a dying ox making its last struggle.

"what!"

Chen Yao let out a short gasp in surprise, dropping her notebook in fright and gripping the steering wheel tightly with both hands.

In the passenger seat.

Cheng Ming held his head in his hands, his long fingers piercing his hair, his face contorted in pain.

That expression was like the despair of watching helplessly as your house is destroyed by a husky.

His body swayed back and forth with the violent shaking of the car, and his voice trembled and broke: "When you started it, I was worried it might just leave."

The lyrics were sung with such heart-wrenching intensity.

Sudden.

Just as the car was shaking most violently, Cheng Ming suddenly released his hands from his head and leaned forward.

The distance between the two closed in an instant.

Five centimeters.

It's even less than five centimeters.

Is this what they call a sense of conflict?

Is this the "tension" described in the script?

Chen Yao's breathing became rapid involuntarily, and her throat felt dry.

In that instant, she even had the illusion that the man was about to kiss her or do something even more outrageous.

After all, this distance, this atmosphere, this adrenaline-pumping moment...