Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Bo Bing successfully bought the medicine she wanted.

Bo Yuntian called to ask how he had been these past few days, and mentioned that he was also about to take his final exams and might attend a tutoring class during the summer vacation to catch up on his basics.

Bo Bing was pleased with all of this, after all, Bo Yuntian was not exactly a top-tier intellectual talent. Bo Yuntian was smart, but he was not only smart, his achievements were also the result of hard work.

Bo Yuntian was among the top students in his grade at this high school, but when everyone started to exert themselves in their senior year, it became very important for him to maintain his mindset and state of mind. Moreover, the college entrance examination required him to compete with people from the entire region, where there were many outstanding individuals.

Bo Bing gave her younger brother a few instructions, saying that she couldn't come back for the time being, and that he could buy whatever he wanted to eat or need himself, and that she could also send him the money for his tutoring classes.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the two hung up the phone.

Bo Bing ordered a bottle of mineral water and sat in a corner of the boutique looking at her phone.

Zhou Tao's message came that the bidding process for the reconstruction had already begun again. The procedures might still be a bit complicated, and the start-up capital was not a small amount. He asked Bo Bing to mention her bottom price if she had one, so that he could keep an eye on the news later.

Bo Bing did not respond to him immediately.

He only said to wait a while, as he had some things to do on his end, and he would contact him again once the factory's documents came through.

Bo Bing wasn't entirely unconcerned; he was also worried about the cash flow. Leveraging initial capital to start the factory wasn't something that could be solved with a few words.

He has been trying to sort out his network of relationships these days, but there are many problems, and he dares not make any hasty conclusions.

Ugh, my head is throbbing.

Bo Bing shifted to a more comfortable position and lay down. Now that there were fewer people in the boutique, he could relax openly on the small sofa in the corner. The ointment he had just applied to his neck, knees, and back started to feel warm, but it didn't have much of an analgesic effect.

The nauseating smell of ointment filled the air as the young man stared drowsily at the shop's overhead light.

It wasn't an acute trauma, so the system's analgesia couldn't activate on its own to shield him from the pain.

"There's no part of my body that doesn't hurt," Bo Bing thought, "that's why I hate rainy days."

If I get my ears pierced, will the pain be transferred?

Perhaps the stinging pain on the skin can quickly stimulate the body to release some pleasurable dopamine, relieving the agonizing, slow-motion-like torment caused by the numbness and dull pain between the bones and nerves.

Who knows?

The young man's recovery is far from good.

Excessive worry and the desire for revenge gradually materialized his emotions, exacerbating old and new wounds. The current state of Bo Bing is merely a matter of putting on a brave face.

He knew it very well.

The fact that the lunula on your fingernail has completely disappeared is proof of this.

The image produced by the system is a sharp blade, but not the toughness and rigidity of the steel itself.

Therefore, Bo Bing urgently chose to reduce his oversized muscles. Muscles require a lot of carbohydrates and protein to nourish them, and they cannot meet Bo Bing's exercise needs. Quickly built muscles only look better, but the release of lactic acid and fatigue are already very serious.

An adult male lost nearly 30 pounds in two months, and it wasn't fat that was hardest to lose—muscle. As the muscle mass disappeared, his immune system also began to decline. Just getting caught in the rain caused him to cough uncontrollably, and the muscle expansion caused by each cough almost tore his lumbar spine apart.

pain.

The pain gradually worsened.

Pain that cannot be shown to others.

Only now did Bo Bing vaguely realize that each time she used a skill, it consumed a large amount of her [physical attributes], which was a reasonable [equivalent exchange].

As the saying goes, if you have mana, you consume mana; if you don't have mana, you consume health.

The young man's body had clearly reached the latter stage.

It seems I've oversimplified rebirth—a joyful, easy, and effortless revenge won't happen to me, which is only natural, isn't it?

Bo Bing knew all too well.

Deep down, I also harbored a faint hope for another set of fitness methods from Alpha.

With proper bone alignment and flexible tendons, qi and blood flow freely.

The dim, yellowish light cast a hazy glow.

Under the lights, the young water ghost was as pale as a sculpture.

The water ghost closed its eyes, trying to enjoy its peace.

The calm was broken by the soft, furry touch on my face.

"Godfather, if you fall asleep, your cold will get worse."

Bo Bing opened her eyes and caught the fluffy texture in her hand. The next second, after the young man saw what it was, a rare look of bewilderment appeared on his face.

"doll?"

The young man picked up a Siamese cat plush toy about the size of his forearm and flipped it over to face up. The plush toy had big eyes and was staring at the young man as if it were trying to be cute.

“Yeah, it came with the cat,” Yin Su tilted his head—maybe it was the box, but it looked strangely cute. “He Jinlan took the cat to get its vaccinations.”

Bo Bing touched the doll in her hand; it felt surprisingly good.

He sat up and realized that the display cases inside the boutique seemed to have closed, and the inside was pitch black.

"what happened?"

Looking at his number and the still-early time on his phone, coupled with the cost of waiting, the young man couldn't help but feel angry. "Closing up so early? This boutique must be pretty high-end."

Did I miss my registration number?

"Perhaps the boss just had an urgent matter?"

Yin Su pursed his lips, the comical box conveniently concealing his unnatural expression.

"Does your godfather really want to get his ears pierced?"

Bo Bing found Yin Su's tone somewhat strange. Holding the doll in her arms, she lowered her head and instantly concealed the barely perceptible pain.

Looking up again, the young man glanced at him sideways. "Why do you say that?"

The comical box seemed to glance at him somewhat awkwardly. "I can also puncture a little... Godfather."

The man's voice was low and hoarse.

A strange atmosphere.

"so what?"

Bo Bing stared at the box in front of her, waiting for him to speak.

"Let me help you."

Bo Bing didn't answer him, and stood up while holding the doll.

"Go back and look at the cat you bought," the young man said, his hair growing out of shape, but it covered his haggard face and his melancholy black eyes.

He walked ahead of Yin Su, as if he knew Yin Su would follow, without turning his head.

The light instantly stretched his shadow into a long, thin line.

The feel on my arm wasn't bad.

“I’ve already asked He Jinlan to buy some food for the kitten,” Yin Su said tentatively, reaching out to touch Bo Bing’s hand that was holding the toy cat’s paw. The icy touch made him frown instantly, but he didn’t say anything. He simply moved his hand away as if he were genuinely reminding the young man, “Godfather, even a toy will feel pain if you hold it like that.”

Yin Su simply kept his eyes closed.

"spendthrift."

Bo Bing snorted twice. Cats in pet shops, even kittens, are not cheap. This guy is really a big shot.

Yin Su didn't say anything, he just followed him. He thought to himself, "I've been staring at the cat for so long."

—My godfather clearly likes it.

The plaster on the young man's cervical spine was very noticeable, which made Yin Su let out a soft sigh.

Then he heard the voice of the young man walking ahead.

As cold as ever.

“I can’t stay for long, Yin Su,” the young man’s figure was swallowed by the gray shadow of the elevator’s side glass. His tone was flat, as if he were stating a fact. “I can feel that my time is passing faster than anyone else’s.”

Outside the elevator, dark clouds gathered and the wind picked up again.

Yin Su stood in the warm yellow light, the comical box at his feet.

The same light shone on the young man, making him look like a haystack on a loess plateau, while the man looked like a gilded statue.

The bruises on Yin Su's face were still there, and the ointment that the young man had stuffed into his hand before he got on the elevator was still slightly hot, which made the man's heart feel hot as well.

“That’s alright,” Yin Su said solemnly, his raven-white eyelashes drooping. “You can always trust your godfather…”

"I will cherish your time more than anyone else."