Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Undoubtedly, the three of them had a deep interest in Bo Bing.

"Brother, why are you already packing? I didn't even get a chance to help," Zhao Yang stood up, wanting to help Bo Bing pack her things.

"No need, I already troubled you to bring me lunch today," Bo Bing raised an eyebrow, her expression teasing, "How could I let you do it again?"

Judging from the three of them, none of them seemed capable of doing any work, so he figured he might as well clean up himself. His reasoning was just right, preventing the three from being labeled as untidy while also subtly expressing his gratitude.

Zhao Yang might not have realized it yet, but Wen Yuan, being equally astute, did.

Wen Yuan narrowed his fox-like eyes, his interest piqued. "Young man? Where are you from?"

While the camera was focused on the three of them, Bo Bing had already quickly cleaned up the table.

He sat in his chair, unaffected by the other person's probing.

“I’m from the Northwest, from a village,” Bo Bing said, taking a sip of water, completely disregarding whether Wen Yuan believed her or not. “I’m going to dance for my debut stage.”

He directly decided on the first stage, regardless of the different expressions on the faces of the others.

Wen Yuan clearly didn't believe what he said. This man was very cunning; he even veered back at Wen Yuan's words verbatim.

"A Northwesterner? What made you think of becoming a trainee?" Wen Yuan pressed. This guy didn't look dark-skinned, so he probably wasn't the type to do manual labor, but he had a good physique and a scar on his body. He was very discreet in his speech, and Wen Yuan's curiosity about this new roommate reached its peak.

"To survive. The land was transferred, and there's no land left to farm in the village this year," Bo Bing said, leaning back in his chair. He had to thank his lazy, cheap father for transferring the land to others at a low price and making a fortune for himself to eat, drink, and have fun. "If I hadn't heard that you could make some money by making it to the finals, I would have become a truck driver. That has a better future."

Wen Yuan choked up; he hadn't expected anyone to speak so bluntly.

The photographer was delighted; this was the highlight!

Zhao Yang never expected that anyone would actually think being a truck driver was better than being a trainee.

"Truck driver? That must be tough, right? It's hard work, and the pay isn't great..."

Zhao Yang realized he had misspoke and stopped talking. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Bo Bing's expression remained unchanged.

"I drove a truck in the west at the beginning of this year, which was quite interesting. It was very interesting to see the local customs," Bo Bing said nostalgically. After getting his driver's license and becoming familiar with Bo Yuntian, he drove a few truck routes with his uncle and shared some money. It was quite enjoyable. "People from all over the world are quite interesting. It was quite enjoyable to make a living."

"You really drove a truck?" Jiang Wenqing stared at him, as if he didn't believe it.

"Xiao Qing," Wen Yuan pulled him back, turning to Bo Bing, "I'm sorry."

It seems these two think they're creating a persona in front of the camera.

“It’s okay, don’t believe me if you don’t want to,” Bo Bing said indifferently. “My A2 driver’s license is in the box.”

Zhao Yang scratched his head. "Don't you get sleepy driving a truck? I feel sleepy even when I drive a car."

“I’m not sleepy, you’ll know once you’ve driven it,” Bo Bing smiled and tapped the table as usual. “While others smoke, I drink Red Bull and make coffee. I’m almost always the first one to call people.”

“Isn’t that dangerous? My elders say that large-scale freight transportation is unreliable,” Wen Yuan joined the conversation, “They say every year there are lost orders.”

"I haven't run into any this year," Bo Bing said casually, "but you always have to bring a handyman..."

He wisely kept quiet, and Wen Yuan and Zhao Yang breathed a sigh of relief, while Jiang Wenqing frowned.

It seemed that everyone knew what he was going to say next. Bo Bing shook his head and helplessly spread his hands.

Now Wen Yuan is becoming increasingly curious about this mysterious roommate.

The fact that we haven't run into each other this year suggests that something like this happened before, and even the knife wound on his back remains a mystery. Why does this guy, who's clearly younger than me, speak so casually? He even leads the conversation.

"Are you a dancer?" Jiang Wenqing asked casually. "Are you injured?"

He saw the medicine on the thin ice table.

"I didn't have money to learn, so I practiced on my own," Bo Bing sensed a bit of inexplicable hostility and replied indifferently, "The price of being a 'Shamate' is back problems."

"Pfft—sorry, I couldn't help it," Zhao Yang wiped his mouth. "Bro, how come you used to be a punk rocker?"

Not to mention him, Wen Yuan and Jiang Wenqing also stared wide-eyed.

This guy is really... a real character.

"You're young and don't know any better... Don't you think it's cool?" Bo Bing actually thought the "Shamate" style was pretty cool from the bottom of his heart. "I've never missed a day of scattering cement at the village entrance..." he said, unable to help but laugh at himself.

Wen Yuan's expression was indescribable. He and Jiang Wenqing exchanged a glance. Did this guy really think that the "kill-matt" style was cool?

He sounded quite proud.

"Don't you need to maintain your figure? A high-carb diet will affect your health, won't it?" Jiang Wenqing couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you worried?"

To be honest, Bo Bing would love to have more muscle. His body doesn't tan very easily, so more muscle would make him look more manly.

“I’m not worried. I’m doing dirty muscle building. My idol right now is Schwarzenegger,” Bo Bing said again, making another surprising statement. “Even if I don’t make the cut, I’ll feel safe driving a truck back home. I’ll also have the strength to carry cement when I’m free.”

Schwarzenegger?

Zhao Yang and Wen Yuan were really holding back their discomfort, their faces turning red.

How did we end up talking about large trucks again?

After the photographer left, the remaining three people took showers one by one. To Bo Bing's surprise, Wen Yuan actually had a black totem tattoo on his body, which was quite cool. He couldn't help but whistle in a vulgar way, which made Wen Yuan scold him for being indecent.

The room's security camera was still on.

Zhao Yang sat on Wen Yuan's bed, fiddling with their guitars. Wen Yuan watched him tune them, occasionally offering pointers. He was also holding the initial stage rules card that the staff had just handed out, which he was reading.

Jiang Wenqing laid out a yoga mat and started doing leg stretches, which Bo Bing watched with genuine admiration.

He closed his martial arts novel, stretched lazily, and yawned.

"Sleepy?"

Jiang Wenqing was closest to him, so he naturally heard it.

"A little, my back hurts after sitting for a long time."

Bo Bing stretched and yawned, feeling a bit sore in his lower back. He then lay on the bed in a cat-like stretch, comfortably resting on the mat. He sighed, which drew Wen Yuan's attention.

Do you know the rules for the initial stage performance?

After these words were spoken, everyone fell silent.

Bo Bing understood.

The performance can be by a team, acquaintances, or an individual. After the performance, the judges will give a rating, with four options: A, B, C, and D. Those with higher ratings will be assigned to better seats in the later contestant seats, which are higher or more central positions. Before the rating process, if the guests are interested, the contestants will also have a random opportunity to perform a short additional segment as a reference for the rating.

"Brother, do the judges still not know all of them this year?"

Zhao Yang's words were somewhat of a test.

Wen Yuan remained smiling. "The five judges we know so far are Cheng Lin, Bai Kaixin, Li Yuge, Huang Qiuzhen, and Liang Ziyan."

Bo Bing didn't actually pay much attention to the entertainment industry, so she gestured for Wen Yuan to continue.

"You don't know these five teachers?"

"do not know."

"Not watching TV?"

There is no TV at home.

Wen Yuan couldn't catch his breath, feeling utterly powerless. "Teachers Cheng Lin, Li Yuge, and Huang Qiuzhen are quite famous in the music industry. In recent years, Teacher Cheng Lin has been developing towards film and television theme songs, and has many hit songs. Teacher Li Yuge is a national-level singer, Teacher Huang Qiuzhen is a literary and artistic singer, Teacher Bai Kaixin is a famous comedian, and Teacher Liang Ziyan was the center of a girl group that debuted before, and is quite popular."

"Wow, that's amazing."

I didn't understand anything at all.

"Where are the guest stars?"

"I don't know, but it's very likely that those people from Tianci will come."

"Which ones?"

"It's Bai Zixiu, the male lead in the recently popular TV series 'Jade Dragon,' and Mo Tao, the sweet, anime-style magical girl princess..."

Wen Yuan's voice was a little softer, "Maybe that young movie star Tianci will also come, tsk tsk, but he's currently at the top of the entertainment industry. If he were to condescend to come to the first stage, the ratings would explode."

"Does Tianci have such a powerful guy now?"

"You... never mind, just leave it like this, it's fine."

Wen Yuan felt like he was talking to a brick wall.

Bo Bing genuinely had no idea when Tianci had produced a Best Actor, let alone such a famous one who could even shatter the ratings.

I had a strange feeling inexplicably in my heart.

Bo Bing couldn't explain it.