Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Zheng Yun did not inform the trainees in front of him that he had a camera on him.

After all, it's an open trainee training camp, and these "NPCs" can't just be NPCs. Generally speaking, it's rare to catch a breakout moment. The sentence that Zheng Yun didn't understand just now is now perfectly preserved in his memory card.

Zheng Yunchu just felt that this trainee did have an indescribable sense of vicissitude.

Knight-errant.

The simple-looking guy carrying a straw mat looked completely out of place amidst the designer brands and brightly colored clothes around him.

The director of this show is named Qu Long. Coincidentally, I had met him once before at a dinner party. We weren't close, and I just had a symbolic drink with him.

At the time, he was just an assistant director. Little did he know that he would be directing the show this year and taking full responsibility for it.

Qu Long, holding a megaphone and wearing a black mask, stood in the very center of the venue.

"Now, let's announce the dormitory rules."

Based on the online scores from previous preliminary rounds, the candidates were divided into four categories: A, B, C, and D. The numbers have already been printed on the list of those who have just received their numbers.

Start with dormitory A and proceed step by step to choose your dormitory.

There will be no activities scheduled for tonight, but there are 24-hour surveillance cameras in the dormitory. You can cover them up when you sleep, but staff will check the rooms in the morning.

It was an almost completely closed training camp. No one was allowed to leave unless there was a major incident, and if they did leave, they needed to be accompanied by a specialist.

The cafeteria is open almost 24 hours a day, so you can go eat whenever you're hungry.

However, the trainees' physical fitness management is not within their scope of management.

If you look fat on camera, don't complain about the production team.

There are assigned activity rooms, practice rooms, vocal classrooms, and lounges. After each stage competition, the ranking of the four classes (A, B, C, and D) is determined by online judges' votes.

Class A enjoys greater benefits, which decrease in the following classes.

Contraband will be confiscated if found.

The trainees started whispering among themselves.

Bo Bing basically understood the rules. The show would be filmed and broadcast simultaneously. This meant that while they were filming their initial stage this week, the footage shown would be from the audition rounds filmed last time. In addition to the main episodes on Saturday and Sunday, Monday through Friday would feature various games and behind-the-scenes clips to keep the show's popularity going and give the audience a taste of what's to come. Viewers would also have almost a week to vote.

You can see the real-time changes in the number of votes while voting.

Bo Bing looked at the card in her hand: A, which meant that her performance in the preliminary rounds was acceptable.

Having the right to choose your dormitory first is also good; at least in dormitories with 2, 4, 5, 8, or 12 people, you won't be too helpless in choosing.

He doesn't like to be crammed into a room with too many people, because more people means more problems.

"We suggest that the host choose a 4-person room, which will increase exposure while reducing the number of people."

"Ok."

Although Bo Bing's idea was to stay in a double room, it was indeed as the system said: if one person represents one exposure, then the exposure of four people is much higher than that of two people. Even if she didn't have any shots, she could still get shots from others.

So he didn't hesitate to choose the four-person room at the end of the corridor.

404.

The interesting house number reminded him of the "404 not found" error that popped up from time to time. He slowly went inside and found that someone had already gone in.

His name, "Wen Yuan," was pasted on the headboard of his bed.

This person had curly hair dyed bluish-gray, was taller than Bo Bing, had fair skin, wore casual clothes, had a punk chain on his wrist, and pierced ears. His information card stated that he was 24 years old this year.

There was also a guitar on the ground.

Bo Bing looked at it and pasted her name on the lower bunk against the wall.

The two beds were next to each other, and the other person was also on the lower bunk.

After exchanging simple greetings, the two went about their own business.

Wen Yuan is quite privacy-conscious, so he brought his own duvet cover and sheets, and used the duvet cover from the production crew as a bed curtain.

The indoor temperature was alright. After thinking for a moment, Bo Bing took off her coat and spread the bamboo mat on the bed, which attracted the other person's attention a few more times.

Aren't you cold?

Wen Yuan tidied up his bed and turned to ask him.

"I have a back injury, so I have to sleep on a hard surface."

Bo Bing paused for a moment before giving a polite reply.

The other person smiled sheepishly, "Sorry, I was just asking, I didn't mean anything by it."

Two more people entered while the two were talking.

A person wearing a fluffy hat and black-rimmed glasses, not short at all, about the same height as Bo Bing, looked like a college student, wearing a plaid shirt, and had a fiery personality.

His name is Zhao Yang, he is 19 years old, and his family seems to be well-off. Bo Bing estimated that the brand of his glasses frames must cost at least 3000 yuan. He also speaks fluent English on the dormitory signs.

The other person was named Jiang Wenqing, 22 years old. He was quite familiar with Wen Yuan and seemed to be a dance student. He was about 175 cm tall, with trendy silver-gray hair, wearing a white shirt, and his suitcase contained professional protective gear and health products.

There were no tasks scheduled for the evening. The director and cameramen mainly visited each dormitory to arrange some filming and capture heartwarming moments between roommates.

Everyone had finished cleaning up.

Bo Bing was still wearing his black turtleneck sweater. After traveling all day, he thought the photographer would be arriving in a while, so he asked Zhao Yang and the others to bring him some food, whatever was hard and nutritious.

Although Jiang Wenqing didn't understand why he dared to eat high-calorie food at night, judging from the other person's expression, she felt it was best not to say anything.

It wouldn't be difficult to get him a meal according to his habits.

Bo Bing stayed in the dormitory and took a hot shower; the feeling of hot water washing over her body was indeed very comfortable.

Bo Bing rubbed her aching temples, habitually dried herself off, wrapped herself in a towel, and left the bathroom.

They completely forgot about the filming.

The three people who brought back food encountered a photographer who was following them.

“This is the food we brought for our roommate. He said he needed to take a shower first.”

Wen Yuan smiled and explained to the cameraman, while casually waving the rice in his hand.

"What? High in calories? No problem, my brother said he doesn't get full easily and needs some staple food to feel satisfied."

Zhao Yang pointed to the noodles inside, "I think so too, so I brought myself a portion as well."

Jiang Wenqing was careful about his diet, only bringing vegetable salad and fruit.

Once the group finally caught the camera's eye, they chatted and laughed, completely forgetting that there was someone else taking a shower inside.

So, the group pushed open the door.

The camera then captured the young man bending over to tidy up his things.

A robust, vibrant body.