Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

After signing the contract, Bo Bing symbolically shook hands with several key personnel.

He breathed a sigh of relief, not only because his contract had passed, but also because his life was temporarily safe.

The next two days were spent preparing the items to bring to the training camp.

Bo Bing tidied up her various documents, putting her ID card, the A2 driver's license she had just received during the holiday, and some other miscellaneous documents into a small bag. Then she went to the department store to buy a few sets of spare toiletries.

He had a smoking addiction in his past life, but in this life, he can't muster the desire to smoke when he sees cigarettes.

That's ridiculous. Maybe it's due to physical factors?

Bo Bing wondered if it was a good thing that she had been forced to quit smoking.

Afterwards, he prepared some commonly used medicines. Knowing his own physical condition, he prepared enough medicine in advance for his fever, cold, and back injury.

He had a full range of medicines, including cold medicine, Qingwen capsules, watermelon frost, Yunnan Baiyao, as well as commonly used methylcobalamin dispersible tablets and ibuprofen, all stored inside his suitcase.

He wasn't particular about the bedding; the training camp provided blankets and mattresses anyway, so he only needed to bring a mat to put under his waist.

As for food and drinks, he didn't plan to bring any at all. These things take up too much space. He heard that meals were provided at the local restaurant, and he wanted to eat healthily, so breakfast would suffice; there was no need to bring anything else. He only needed to bring some clothes. The clothes he packed in his suitcase were mostly black, white, and gray, with not a single color in sight. According to his habits, black was dirt-resistant, gray was durable, and white was enough to change up his style. So, short-sleeved and long-sleeved shirts looked almost identical. He was also a master of packing; apart from a cotton coat and a trench coat, he managed to fit more than a dozen other clothes of various sizes into the suitcase.

In addition, a thermos is also essential.

After getting everything ready, Bo Bing enjoyed her two and a half days of life as she pleased.

He called Li Yumei and Bo Yuntian, explaining that he might not be able to use his phone for a long time. Li Yumei was terrified, thinking he was going to a dangerous area to commit telecom fraud. She was relieved when she heard that he was going to appear on a TV show, and she repeatedly told him not to work too hard and to eat and dress warmly.

He also spoke privately with Bo Yuntian, telling him to be careful of the people around him, as the controversy following the broadcast might affect him and Li Guimei, and to be cautious and pay attention to safety.

Bo Yuntian was also a little nervous because of him, and even asked him if he was really doing any illegal transactions. It wasn't until Bo Bing told him to vote for him when he had time that his doubts were dispelled, and he promised him that he would study hard and vote for him.

On the morning of the third day, Bo Bing boarded a bus bound for her destination.

Many people got carsick on the way because the route was long and the car was going fast, which made many people feel unwell.

However, it didn't have much of an impact on Bo Bing. He didn't encounter any people he didn't like on the bus, so he listened to music the whole way and occasionally sent Bo Yuntian some photos of the road, which surprised Bo Yuntian greatly.

Since there were no company cliques, and he was the only company employee on the bus, no one talked to him, so he was happy to have some peace and quiet.

Even the driver praised him for being able to sit still when he got off the bus.

Bo Bing thought to himself, "Back when I was driving a truck, I only got sleepy when the sun was rising in the morning and setting at night. Now, even after all these years, in this new body, I still can't shake this habit."

He dragged his suitcase to the registration desk.

The place was already packed with trainees, and there was laughter and the sound of cliques forming in the queue. However, perhaps because Bo Bing's face was too gloomy, no one dared to come up and talk to him.

He successfully registered his identity, turned off his phone, and handed it over to the prosecutors.

There are cameras here.

The guys who were arrogant and domineering in the group before have become very obedient. They wave to the camera with confident smiles. Bo Bing is a little annoyed by the camera and habitually squints when the camera pans to her.

Upon inspection, he had only brought one suitcase. Besides toiletries, clothes, a mat on his back, and medicine, the suitcase contained only two Gu Long novels, a notebook, and a pen.

The inspectors were quite curious, took it out to look at it, and marveled at it.

"I never thought people would still read paper martial arts novels. I thought young people these days had stopped reading these old-fashioned things long ago," an uncle smacked his lips, as if reminiscing. "When I was a kid, I loved reading these things when I was in school, and the comic books too. They were so awesome."

Needless to say, Bo Bing was also a typical martial arts fan in his previous life. He could talk about Jin Yong, Gu Long, Huang Yi, Liang Yusheng and Wen Ruian in great detail, but his favorite was Gu Long. When he was a child, he bought "The Legendary Twins" from the green-covered newsstand in town. The owner was also a martial arts fan and liked Jin Yong, but that did not prevent the two of them from getting close.

"When I was little, I wanted to be a hero. Now that I can't be one, it's good to just watch heroes..."

Bo Bing stuffed the book into the box.

The camera had already been turned to the people behind them.

The middle-aged man looked like a junior manager. His name tag read Zheng Yunchu. When he saw that the camera wasn't there, he went over and chatted with him in a friendly and familiar manner.

After all, he's a bit of a martial arts enthusiast, so finding someone with the same passion is naturally what he wants to talk about.

"I see you have a book by Gu Long. Who is your favorite?" Zheng Yun asked him. "I really liked Lu Xiaofeng back then. Smack—when I was a kid, I dreamed of catching the piece of chalk the teacher threw at me with two fingers in class."

Hearing this answer, which was so reminiscent of its time, Bo Bing smiled nostalgically.

"I like Ye Gucheng, the city lord of Baiyun City."

"Oh? I thought you young people all liked top-tier heroes like Chu Liuxiang and Ximen Chuixue who were famous throughout the martial arts world?"

Zheng Yun clicked his tongue, but he also understood the charm of martial arts novels.

“He’s a man without a past, and of course, without a future,” Bo Bing smiled. Is it hard to understand? Lonely people always hope to find someone who resonates with their soul, “just like me.”

There is no past, and there is no future.

The words written on the pages of books day and night in countless past lives are put into practice throughout one's life.

He picked up his suitcase and said goodbye to Zheng Yunchu, leaving Zheng Yunchu with words of confusion.

Bo Bing didn't know whether she was talking about Bo Bing or Feng Tianhan, who had already turned into a pile of ashes.

A wanderer, a guy who wanted to climb to the top and see what was there, a tragic guy.

He only wanted to climb to the top of wealth and power, but the moment he succeeded, he felt that all of these things were meaningless.

Exhausted and empty-hearted, they cannot find their own path, like a lone boat that will never reach its harbor.

Once he steps onto that platform, he can't get off. Whether it's his subordinates or his brothers, he has to keep working, turning alone as a cog in a machine.

Just like the words written about Ye Gucheng—"Victory has lost its meaning, because whether he loses or wins, he will die."

Perhaps the only regret of his past life was not whether he had revenge, but that he did not die by Ximen Chuixue's sword.

But who knows?

What he didn't know was that Zheng Yun also had a special camera on him.