Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

"Hello, directors. I am Bo Bing."

The black-haired youth stepped forward, respectfully clasped his hands in greeting to the directors, and introduced his role, "The role I'm auditioning for is Hu Shengchuan, the top disciple of Southern Fist."

The director nodded slightly at the young man's unconventional actions. He exchanged a brief glance with the people sitting next to him, then turned his head away without making a sound, and gestured with his right hand to signal the young man to begin his performance.

Yin Su and Wei Yang, who was sitting to the side, both looked at Bo Bing. Wei Yang was a veteran actor and knew about Yin Su bringing a newcomer into the crew. Although he knew that the newcomer was not from a professional acting background, he did not look down on the thin young man that Yin Su brought. However, he still had some prejudice against people who were brought in through connections.

No wires? Is Bo Bing about to do a dramatic scene?

Bai Zixiu, who was also looking at the young man, frowned slightly.

This guy is insane, with his lousy, untrained delivery of lines.

Bo Bing slowly exhaled, rolled up the sleeves of her floral shirt to her armpits, revealing her seemingly thin arms, ignored the disdainful discussions of others, and focused on calming her mind, recalling the actions and lines in the script.

The "photographic memory" feature was incredibly useful; Bo Bing could even clearly remember which page those lines were written on, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

There were quite a few actors around him watching the show, and Yin Su did not deliberately hide the fact that he had joined the crew, letting the actors discuss and spread the news among themselves.

Bo Bing also knew that she couldn't demonstrate the strength to convince these people. Even if Yin Su stepped in, it would only exacerbate the conflicts and dissatisfaction among the actors.

Speaking of which, we should thank Alpha for compensating Bo Bing's skill [Tiger and Crane Dual Form] for the side effects of [Photographic Memory]. Bo Bing chose a martial arts scene where Hu Shengchuan was demonstrating martial arts for his disciples in the boxing gym. His opponent was his uncle Lin Hesheng, and this was a demonstration of martial arts between him and his uncle.

The dialogue in this action scene is quite concise, which can slightly conceal his weaknesses in dialogue. Moreover, the exciting action scene is also a major highlight, at least enough to shut many people up.

[Tiger and Crane Dual Form] Activated.

[Physical Activity Level] Activated.

[Powerful] Start-up.

[Balance Technique] Activated.

Wishing you all the best.

Inorganic electronic sounds rang out one after another, then disappeared from my ears.

Bo Bing's expression suddenly hardened. He exhaled a breath of turbid air and stared ahead. His black snake eyes were filled with complete vigilance and solemnity. The young man first stood at attention, raised his right fist to the upper left, stepped forward with his right foot and bent his knee. At the same time as his left foot touched the ground, he slowly pushed his right fist and left palm forward with his internal energy.

A greeting is a gesture of respect to one's opponent.

"Hu Shengchuan greets his martial uncle."

The young man's tone was icy, and just by standing there, he exuded a resolute tenacity. His words, delivered with deep breaths, did not sound abrupt or overly forceful.

It was as if there were people in the air in front of me.

"It's embarrassing."

Bo Bing concluded the greeting with a final remark, thus ending the formalities.

The young man lifted his eyelids, his hands instantly transforming into fists, and his fists, carrying the force of the wind, suddenly lashed out. He used the momentum of the Two Tigers Hidden Trace to switch to a double bow stance and deliver a double punch, his hands continuously blocking and changing his offensive stance, while a clear sound of breathing emanated from his throat.

As the opponent parried his move, Bo Bing immediately followed with a step forward with his left foot, then dragged his right foot forward into a left bow stance. He changed his right fist into a phoenix eye strike and thrust his left palm straight into the middle. Despite being parried, he did not panic. He then split his right foot into a hanging horse stance and struck his opponent's abdomen with both palms.

The young man's powerful punches stunned the audience.

Moreover, Bo Bing not only fights, but also breathes out a strange sound that is like the cry of a crane, with a balanced rhythm. He shouts along with his punches, like Kui Xing kicking the Dipper and then a fierce tiger descending the mountain.

There's no other reason than that Bo Bing's boxing skills and lower body stance clearly indicate that he's a trained professional. It's not something that can be learned in a few days and still be considered a flashy display. Even many "martial arts stars" wouldn't dare say they have his lower body stance and routines.

"Yang Heyin! Left Crane-Top Hand? Fierce Tiger Descending the Mountain?"

Wei Yang, abandoning his previous disdain, sat up straight, his eyes filled with surprise and disbelief. "This is the Tiger and Crane Dual Form of Southern Fist? Whose disciple is he?"

It's not surprising that he could recognize it, after all, he also practiced Wing Chun from a young age, so he's more perceptive about these things than the average actor.

Yin Su simply looked at the guys on the field, his brows slightly furrowed, and didn't say a word about Wei Yang's question.

No one was more puzzled than him.

However, the godfather had too many secrets, so many that Yin Su couldn't see how many tricks the guy behind them had up his sleeve.

Rather, is the guy still Feng Tianhan now?

He and Wei Yang had been in the entertainment industry for quite some time, so they naturally knew very well that while most actors could perfect their physical form to the point where it was virtually flawless, they could never truly grasp the essence of spirit, form, and energy. Most people knew that breath and offensive power were closely related, but very few actors could actually achieve this level of understanding.

Yang Heyin is a special product of this situation. The sound he makes is light and crisp yet steady, and his qi and blood are natural. This shows that this guy is not an ordinary person with connections.

Thin Ice over there had almost finished her practice, and her movements, performed without the aid of wires, showed no flaws whatsoever, her fists whistling through the air.

The young man focused his energy in his dantian, his eyes bright.

"This is how the Tiger and Crane Dual Forms are practiced. If you have any questions, you can practice with me at any time."

The young man's face was slightly flushed, but he wasn't sweating. He then went through the rest of the storyline and finished his performance.

Bo Bing's lines actually had many shortcomings in the eyes of professional directors, but considering that his action scenes were indeed good, Wang Chang did not make things difficult for him. He just gave him a few pointers and then let Yin Su and Wei Yang say a few lines.

Wei Yang, however, noticed the young man's linearly muscular arms and bulging joints.

This guy... his arms were previously as thin and weak as someone who had never practiced martial arts—at least that's how it looked to Wei Yang. The young man seemed to be just skin and bones, but after practicing his internal energy, his arms became muscular and more than twice as strong.

Wei Yang looked at the young man's thick, reddish joints and gasped, feeling a chill run down his spine.

This isn't dead muscle; it's linear muscle with extremely strong explosive power, neural recruitment ability, and endurance. I don't know what kind of internal energy this guy practices. His skin is pale but has a slight sheen, and his arms initially look like they're just covered in fat. Clearly, it's not the kind of hard qigong that trains muscles, bones, and skin.

These are muscles that only become visible when one is circulating qi and blood. Moreover, Wei Yang always felt that the young man's strength was far greater than this; if not superior to his own, then at least on par with him.

It's hard to imagine that the seemingly frail young man in front of me has mastered the essence of "cultivating inner strength and external discipline."

Where did Yin Su find such a ruthless person?