Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

"Godfather, would you like something to eat?"

"casual."

An odd couple, talking about the most ordinary things.

The two turned past an elevator entrance.

It truly lives up to its reputation as a highly tolerant city; even if two oddly dressed individuals appear in a building, no one will consider their strange attire offensive.

Perhaps it can't be called strange clothing, it's just that it looks a bit out of place here.

Senhua Building, also known as Senhua MixC, is one of the top luxury destinations in Shanghai. It is frequented not only by social elites but also by people who pay great attention to their image.

Even in relatively upscale or affordable arcades, department stores, clothing stores, and restaurants, there are always polite receptionists at the entrance, and customers who don't want to lose face in front of others.

The unkempt black-haired youth wore an ill-fitting white short-sleeved shirt, and one shoulder and hand were bandaged, so he had one hand in the pocket of his black shorts. The youth's collar was slightly askew, and a strange ornament hung around his neck—a small sword pointed at his throat.

The cheap ornament he hung there had turned slightly yellow and black, but he didn't take it down. Instead, he let the chain that could leave black marks on his short-sleeved shirt continue to sway back and forth.

The young man was not short, with a medium frame and somewhat rough skin from the sun. He was a slender guy who didn't show any signs of muscle training, but his large wrists, fingers, and unusually strong knees gave him an inexplicable sense of disharmony.

The young man, shuffling in slippers, slowly looked around, his exposed calves and forearms bearing unsettling scars.

Like an earthworm, it meanders upwards.

His dark eyes, gleaming with venom from behind his bangs, resembled those of a cold-blooded and highly poisonous reptile.

—It sends chills down your spine.

White-collar workers passing by immediately frowned and kept their distance when they saw him.

If this guy could be considered a "punk" or "emo" type, then the "outfit" of the guy following behind him was even more puzzling.

The man was wearing a perfectly normal light gray tracksuit, the collar of which he had pulled up to cover his neck. It was hard to tell what popular brand it was, but the design was exquisite and the item was quite valuable. The Patek Philippe watch that was slightly visible on his wrist made the sharp-eyed sales clerk smile and bow to greet him.

The man's figure was as upright as a pine tree. Even in sportswear, his superior body proportions were evident. His hands, which were carrying shopping bags, were large, with long and strong fingers, neat nails, and distinct knuckles. Even though his fingers were beautiful, calluses from long-term gripping training were visible on his fingertips.

This guy has a funny cardboard box on his head, maybe it's some anime character.

The two appeared to have just come from a pet store, as they both had some cat hair on them.

"Being casual is the hardest thing, surely Godfather knows that?"

The cardboard box echoed with the man's voice.

The deep, mature laughter made Bo Bing raise an eyebrow.

"Not hungry yet, let's look around first," the young man said, glancing at the guy next to him. He raised his uninjured right hand and tapped the cardboard box. "Are you hot?"

“A little,” the man’s voice sounded aggrieved. “Godfather, please don’t hit my head. The box is stuck in my neck and it’s pulling my face so hard.”

“Holding this thing shut,” Bo Bing rubbed the box and put her hand down. “It must have been really hard on our teacher, Yin Su.”

A somewhat cunning adoptive father.

The young man drew out the word "teacher" in his voice.

Yin Su felt a tingling sensation in his heart from the word "teacher," and he squinted his eyes.

What a charming godfather!

Unfortunately, Bo Bing couldn't see the man's dangerous expression.

The young man bought some clothes for himself; they weren't anything luxury items, he just took what he liked.

With a discerning guy nearby carefully selecting items for her, Bo Bing was happy to relax and be a hands-off manager, leaving the card payment to the man who was eager to show off.

Taking advantage of her injured hand, she handed all the bags over to the precious movie star to carry—a cardboard box carrying a bunch of paper bags, which looked indescribably strange.

Of course, if anyone knew that the guy in the box was Yin Su, and that he was carrying a bag for a completely unrelated trainee, their eyes would probably pop out of their sockets.

There are advertisements for boutiques on the roadside.

Bo Bing glanced at it, then suddenly stopped and looked at Yin Su.

"Little Godfather?"

Yin Su also stopped.

"You have pierced ears, right?"

Yin Su raised an eyebrow. What does "young godfather" mean?

“Yes, I got hit while filming,” the man stared at Bo Bing, seemingly trying to read something from his face. “Why is Godfather asking this?”

Bo Bing pursed her lips.

It's hard to say, but the "Shamate" mentality is getting in the way.

I never had my ears pierced in my past life.

I don't know if it's because my body has become younger, but I also seem to be more eager to try new things.

"I'll go get a number."

Bo Bing turned her face away, pretending to be nonchalant, "You sit over there and wait for me. This restaurant seems pretty popular, there are so many people, the skills must be good."

Yin Su stared at the young man in front of him through the box.

The young man was as straightforward as ever, saying whatever came to mind without any beating around the bush.

He would never give anyone the opportunity to question his decisions.

He Jinlan, who was secretly following Yin Su and his companion, was now sitting next to Yin Su. She wiped her sweat. The young master seemed very unhappy. He slammed down the cup on the table, and Yin Su ignored the tea that had spilled on it.

Although not much tea was spilled, the young master always pays attention to details, so how could he make such a mistake?

Yin Su stared at Bo Bing and the gentle teller talking, and a nameless jealousy rose in his heart.

The little godfather's earlobes were a bit soft, and his ears were also very beautiful.

Yin Su thought.

If you were to be punctured, would you scream in pain like a customer having a piercing, or would you tremble slightly and bite your lower lip while panting?

Young people are easily embarrassed; their earlobes turn bright red when they are shy.

What kind of expression would the young man have if his beautiful earlobe were pinched by a stranger and then roughly pierced through?

If it were him, Yin Su lowered his gaze and might make an exception, wanting to gently comfort the pitiful oriole startled by the twang of a bow at such a time.

If you like piercings, why don't you come to me?

—I did it better than them.

Yin Su stared at the guy who was still talking to the teller, and the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt.

The man tapped his phone impatiently with his knuckles. He Jinlan glanced at her phone, stood up, and disappeared into the crowd in the waiting area.

Yin Su glanced at Bo Bing's retreating figure before disappearing into the store's waiting area.

After getting her number, Bo Bing frowned when she noticed that Yin Su wasn't in the waiting area.

Is this guy... bored while waiting, so he went to play by himself?

Bo Bing saw that there were still more than a dozen people ahead of him, and the rest area was overcrowded. Bo Bing didn't want to cause any more trouble, so he didn't want to sit with these people. Anyway, he had a number in his hand, so he wasn't in a hurry.

Next to the boutique was a pharmacy. Feeling a little guilty, Bo Bing tapped Yin Su's head on the chat box, wanting to tell him that she would browse around first.

Unfortunately, the other side didn't seem to notice Bo Bing's information.

Bo Bing put down her phone, frowned, and turned into the large pharmacy on the side.