Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

It's still raining.

The torrential rain pounded against the floor-to-ceiling windows, but inside was a warm and cozy haven.

The midsummer rain brought humidity and stuffiness, but the air conditioning inside made it cool and pleasant.

"what time is it?"

The young man groggily opened his eyes. The curtains were so good at blocking out light that he didn't even realize he was sleeping with his days and nights reversed.

"It's still early."

The man moved the blanket closer to the young man, and casually touched the young man's waist, patting it gently. "Stay in bed a little longer."

Bo Bing was well taken care of last night, and now she felt lightheaded and relaxed.

It's rare to get a good night's sleep... The young man comfortably rolled up in his blanket and curled up.

He thought, "I'll just stay in bed a little longer. It's raining outside anyway, so I can justify staying in bed."

—This is a rare moment of leisure.

So the young man obediently snuggled into the other person's arms, his head almost touching the other person's chin, and gently curled up.

Yin Su was slightly taken aback. His initial intention to get out of bed had largely vanished. He gently pulled the other person into his arms, nuzzled their head, and then fell asleep again.

When Bo Bing woke up again, there was no one beside him. The faint fragrance of flowers lingered in the spot where the other person had just slept. As if possessed, he buried his face in the spot where the other person had just slept.

Actually, the smell isn't pungent at all.

The gentle floral fragrance seemed to be enticing, Bo Bing thought, inexplicably connecting with that brat.

He yawned as he slowly walked out of the room. Yin Su had already tidied up and was sitting on the beanbag chair outside, wearing frameless glasses and watching a tablet. When he saw him come out, he immediately put down what he was holding and came to greet him.

Bo Bing's feelings were complicated.

"Godfather, you're awake?"

The man reached out and touched the young man's hair, which was already messed up from sleep. "Go wash up. Your godfather has already changed your things."

So Bo Bing was lured into the washroom.

Bo Bing's thoughts only cleared up a little when warm water was poured on her face.

A strikingly handsome man, dressed in a casual linen gray shirt, leaned against the door watching him wash up. His cuffs were neatly rolled up, and his azure gemstone cufflinks gleamed under the light.

My toothbrush is...

Bo Bing stared at the two identical new toothbrushes, one blue and one purple, next to her, and frowned. "What's going on?"

“This one,” Yin Su pointed to one of them and chuckled softly, “I bought it specially. Don’t you think it’s cute?”

Bo Bing didn't want to pay any attention to him. She kicked him with foam in her mouth and saw that he wasn't angry at all. She felt like she had punched a cotton ball and cursed him a couple of times in dissatisfaction.

"Children."

"I'll take it as my godfather praising me; I have no objection."

The young man grunted twice, but ultimately said nothing more.

Breakfast, or rather, lunch, was also prepared by Yin Su.

Although Bo Bing had lost its sense of taste, its sense of smell seemed to have improved as compensation. It poked its head in and asked, "What do I eat?"

Yin Su, wearing an apron, whose figure would normally captivate countless movie fans, was now cooking for the young man in the kitchen. When he saw the young man open the sliding door and peek out, he couldn't help but laugh and say, "Whatever I make, my godfather will eat."

“Oh,” Bo Bing narrowed her eyes, “that works too.”

So the two of them sat down at the table together and had dinner.

Peaceful times always pass quickly.

Before we knew it, it was already around six o'clock in the evening.

Yin Su doesn't eat much. He'll be joining the film crew soon, so he needs to maintain his skin condition. Even though his face is already a top-tier, almost divine creation, his commitment to the film remains unwavering.

"That's all? I can't eat that much by myself."

Bo Bing looked at the table where most of the meat dishes were in front of her, but the man ate the seemingly bland purple rice, green vegetables, and peppered chicken breast without changing his expression.

"Well, because I had to join the film crew, I shouldn't have been able to eat cake yesterday," Yin Su thought for a moment, "This was a nutritional meal that my manager prepared for me."

"What kind of bird food did they eat?"

This was the second time Bo Bing had made such a sarcastic remark, but inwardly she felt somewhat resentful that Manager Sun was being too harsh.

"My godfather is so fierce."

"I didn't yell at you," the young man said, then buried his head in his food and said, "I'll eat it then."

"Don't force yourself to finish it," Yin Su said, staring at the young man's excessively thin wrists exposed outside his pajamas. "Godfather, can't you still taste the flavor?"

"I can't taste it," Bo Bing said, touching the orange juice the other person offered, her expression turning cold. "But it's alright, I'm used to it."

“My godfather has lost a lot of weight since we parted last time.”

Yin Su stared at him. "Are you not getting enough to eat? Or are they not feeding you?"

"Fine, two weeks of eating swill-like pig feed every day, you're lucky if you can eat one meal at a time, and you get beaten up all the time," Bo Bing wiped her mouth, "You expect a pyramid scheme to feed us big meals?"

Of course, that's not entirely true.

The young man concealed the system's body reconstruction plan, which was to first metabolize the fat and muscle he had previously gained through haphazard muscle building, transform his tendons and marrow, and nourish his bones and muscles with the nutrients from his entire body.

Strong bones and muscles are the foundation of a healthy life.

While muscles built quickly may look impressive, they consume a lot of energy during exercise, making you feel extremely tired.

Large muscles are not flexible enough and are called "cold energy" in ancient martial arts. Many masters spend their whole lives trying to eliminate cold energy until their skin is as smooth as jade. Before the flow of qi and blood, their physique is no different from that of ordinary people. Once the flow of qi and blood is smooth, the meridians are unblocked, the body quickly transforms into qi and blood, and the physique will instantly become different from that of ordinary people.

Although Bo Bing seems much thinner now, her wrist bones are much thicker than the original owner's bones, her bone density is gradually increasing, her finger bones are gradually becoming less slender, and she is less prone to fatigue during activities, instead feeling light and her breathing is long and deep.

The muscles in his calves have largely disappeared, and his legs, which look withered, are able to shatter an opponent's skull and ribs with ease. Ordinary people simply cannot imagine such bone strength.

This is just the beginning.

Yin Su's eyes were so deep that they were unfathomable.

"I feel a little sorry for my godfather."

"Thank you for your emotions," Bo Bing stood up, "This is my own fault."

It's raining heavily.

The two of them snuggled up on the sofa in the bedroom, covered with a thin blanket, and chatted idly.

How long will you stay this time?

"I don't know, maybe I'll be leaving soon."

"You came just to celebrate my birthday?"

"Ah."

Yin Su gently leaned against the young man's right shoulder. "Can we not leave?"

“There’s nothing to do here anyway,” Bo Bing said, feeling sleepy after eating. “I still have things to take care of.”

"More important than me?"

Yin Su knew that saying this was a bit much, but he was being a little petty at the moment. "Keep me company, okay? Godfather needs to recover from his injuries anyway, doesn't he?"

Bo Bing turned her head to the side and saw her adopted son looking at her with his eyelids lifted, looking ridiculously beautiful.

It's a bit like a little dog huddled in a cardboard box on a rainy day, all unwanted and soaking wet, trying to rub against a passerby who isn't planning to take it home. He thought, "What a pathetic act."

—No wonder he's a movie star.

However, even knowing that the other party was acting, he still hesitated for a moment.

"Then wait until I've recovered from my injuries?"

"Has anyone ever said that?" The movie star smiled with satisfaction, touched the other person's hand with his finger, and was not annoyed when the hand was slapped away. "Godfather, you are really soft-hearted."

"I'm not soft-hearted towards everyone."

Bo Bing turned her head away, avoiding looking into the other person's eyes.

—It's only because you still have some use to me.

For any useful creature, just think about squeezing out all its value before discarding it.

The Queen, the most useful piece in chess, the young man thought, staring at the ceiling. It was worth spending a little time to pick up the chessboard.

A cold electronic sound sounded.

A good show

"Who says it's not?"

[Yongquan] is ongoing.

[Yongquan] Reduces the effectiveness of surface healing by 50%.

Bo Bing knows better than anyone else.